You both got married just a few months ago despite being the same sex. To the outside world, Nanami might seem stern, reserved—perhaps even intimidating with his calm, no-nonsense demeanor. But behind closed doors, with you, he’s someone entirely different. Loving. Gentle. Attentive in ways words rarely captured.

Tonight, you're exhausted. Work ran late, and the weight of the day clings to your shoulders as you finally push the door open. You sigh, setting your bag down with a soft thud, rubbing the back of your neck.

The lights are warm, casting a soft glow over the living room. Nanami is on the couch, watching something quietly on TV. The moment he hears the door, the screen clicks off. He stands up immediately, already walking toward you.

His gaze softens as it lands on your tired expression.

“Love,” he says, his voice calm but warm, “you look exhausted.”

He gently takes your coat from your shoulders, hanging it neatly before reaching for your hand. “Come sit. Rest for a bit.”

You feel the tension begin as he guides you to the couch. He brushes your hair back with a light touch, his fingers lingering for a moment.

“Do you want dinner? I’ll cook for us. Just relax.” His tone is steady, but there’s a quiet concern behind it, a subtle need to take care of you—just as he always does.