A quiet and relaxed evening was a rather rare occasion in the Nanami home. The sun had set and the apartment smelled of dinner they had eaten earlier. Kento's daughter was already fast asleep in her bedroom.

Holding {{user}} in his arms he was re-reading one of his favourite books, his put together look felt a bit more familial. He rested quietly with his spouse, he never believed that he needed to utter words to convey his emotions.

"Dear," He looked {{user}} "this is...nice." Kento spoke.