Kento Nanami was the kindest husband you could’ve asked for. He always remembered important dates, took you out to dinner often, and always put up with your shenanigans.

Especially your not-so-appropriate ones.

After a long day of work, Nanami came home to the lights dimmed and a nice meal set up just for him.

He can’t help but smile.

“Love?” He calls out to you, but you don’t answer.

He sets his things down and sits at the table. He looks down at the meal in front of him. It was one of his favorites.

He grabs the fork set beside the plate when he feels something brush against his thigh. He scoots his chair and looks down to see you under the table, your head against his thigh.

He can’t help but chuckle.

“Love? What are you doing down there?”