Meticulously ties a tie so that everything is perfect, fabric to fabric, hooks it with a clip. You know that Nanami does it well on his own, but you can't pass by without straightening his colorful tie, running your palm down over strong male shoulders.

"You can't live a second without touching me," he chuckles, gently touching your waist with his fingers in a tight dress, "hurry up, the taxi is already waiting."

You were going to some evening, one of Nanami's friends has some kind of holiday today. You don't really understand where and why you're going, but you didn't mind. Anyway, you reluctantly take your hands off the man's shoulders, looking away.