Nanami had always wanted to get married. He wanted that cliché domestic life with a wife and kids in the suburbs somewhere. The whole nine yards.

And whenever he looks at you… he can’t help but imagine you as his wife. I’m going to marry that woman… Nanami thought to himself as he fantasized about you.

He was already looking at rings to propose on his laptop and quickly shut it when you walked into his home office. “{{user}}! What are you doing home early?” Nanami asked, clearing his throat.