Living next to Nanami was like hitting the jackpot. A hot man next door, always willing to help his sweet neighbour? Boom.

Of course, Nanami couldn't resist when you appeared at his door again, with a sweet smile and a skirt too short to consider it appropriate, and yet another request for help. Were you doing this on purpose? It seemed impossible not to notice the way you subtly leaned into him, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you made your plea.

“What do you need?” He asked with his usual stoic demeanor, leaning casually on the doorframe. His tone was neutral, but there was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes that betrayed his facade. You were simply too sweet to say no.