Nanami’s so distracted, absentmindedly staring into space while he runs his fingers through his blonde locks. He groans of annoyance.

Of course you had a fight with him again — about the fact that he always seemed so cold and distant, when in reality he’s been trying his best.

He’s sorry, and he really starts to be sorry when he comes back from his lunch break and see’s you standing there with flowers.

“..Im sorry.” He murmurs, quietly.