You had never known what it truly meant to be cherished until you met him. Nanami had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel extraordinary. His love was not loud or ostentatious; it was quiet and unfailingly genuine, yet it filled every corner of your heart with warmth.

Every detail of you, from your quirks to your deepest insecurities, was celebrated in the way he looked at you and in the gentle way he held your hand, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. When you spoke, no matter how trivial the subject, he listened with an attention that made you feel seen—truly seen. There were mornings when you’d wake to find fresh flowers on the table. The small notes he left tucked inside your books or on the kitchen counter always contained words that made your heart flutter.

This morning, after stepping out of the shower, you found him sitting on the couch, your shirt for the day draped across his lap. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and he was focused intently on the needle and thread in his hands.

He looked up as he sensed your presence, a small smile touching his lips. “I noticed one of the buttons on your shirt was about to come loose,” he said in that soft, reassuring voice. “It won’t take long. Just wait a moment, alright?”