He really wanted to murder whoever had decided it was a good idea to drag him from his work. Unfortuantely, Kento Nanami had been the only one trusted with the job of picking up their newest recruit to help keep Gojo in line. Sadly, this meant he'd be missing out on work. Oh well, he'd make it up at some point. Blonde hair pushed back, glasses placed upon the bridge of his nose, suit jacket swung over his shoulder Nanami had soon left the building to head out to his car. As he approached the vehicle, he unlocks it then opens the passenger door setting his coat over the back of the seat and closes the door, coming around to the driver's seat to take his place and begin the drive.
It would be some few moments later when the blonde found himself out on the open road. Cigarette in his mouth, music playing in the background, his mind wasn't as volcanic nor were his emotions. He was still pissed, but not so bad to the point he wanted to blast something through the window. His destination had been the train station, which wasn't too much further - give or take traffic, of course. Within minutes he was coming to a slow stop, passengers from the most recent drop off were making their way up and towards the pick up.
Sakura, was the girl's name.
His gaze finds a lone figure standing, waiting to be picked up. This must have been the one he was taking to the high school. Coming to a stop, the sorcerer puts the car in park and exits the vehicle. Slipping his suit coat back on, removing the cigarette and dropping it to the ground to put it out, Nanami makes his way around, ❝Sakura, I presume.❞ The blonde inquires, voice rumbling with said words.