You two got used to this, two coworkers, enjoying a cup of wine while watching a show on his couch.

It was a Friday night ritual, something easy to unwind before a much needed work-free weekend.

Two coworkers, relaxing, with the promise that neither could keep watching an episode without the other.

And before Nanami had time to realize it, his eyes would wander on your feature while your own were glued onto his TV screen.

The soft pitter patter from the rain outside his apartment window, the dark living room with only the monitor as a lamp.

Every Fridays becoming harder to resist pulling you in his arms than the previous one.

This time truly was no different.