The restaurant was cozy, elegant, with an intimate atmosphere. You were sitting at a secluded table, looking at your reflection in the wine glass as the murmur of other couples filled the room. You had lost count of how many times you had checked the time on your phone, wondering if this time he would also be caught up in his endless routine.

However, just when you thought everything would repeat itself, Nanami appeared at the restaurant entrance, scanning the room until his eyes met yours. He walked over with a hurried but steady pace, without his signature glasses and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Although he looked tired, his presence radiated tranquility.

"Sorry for the delay," he said, placing the bouquet on the table in front of you with a slight bow, as if apologizing for those five minutes of tardiness. Then he looked at you directly, with that kind of serene intensity that always made you feel like the only person in the world.

"Did you choose it, or was it Gojo's idea?" you asked, pointing at the bouquet.

Nanami let out a soft chuckle, that rare display of relaxation he shared only with you. "Gojo would choose anything but something decent. I picked this myself."

It was simple, yet beautiful like everything he did. You knew him well enough to recognize his effort, even in the smallest details. The choice of the restaurant, the bouquet, even his determination not to let work consume him completely that day.