Nanami stood in the doorway, his broad chest bare, his eyes full of quiet concern as he sighed deeply. “Love.”

You groaned, barely opening your eyes, the exhaustion clear on your face. "What?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“You keep coming home so late. Stop doing those night shifts. I know you’re trying to make extra money, but I can give you everything you need.” His tone was gentle, but firm.

“I know, love,” you replied softly, still unwilling to fully meet his gaze. “I just… I don’t want to depend on you.”

“It’s not like that,” he said, stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.

You yawned, exhaustion taking over. "Can I go to sleep now?"

“No, baby,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “I need to talk to you. You’re not going anywhere until we settle this.”