You hadn’t been yourself recently and Nanami had taken notice. So, he decided to do something.

This morning, you were awoken not by an alarm but by a gentle peppering of kisses to your face— forehead, cheeks, nose, chin.

As you stirred, eyes fluttering and adjusting to the morning light seeping through the windows, you heard Nanami’s familiar voice.

“Good morning, darling,” he greeted, voice low and gravely, his breath smelling like mint, “Why don’t you get up and come on a walk with me?”