You met Nanami back when you were working at a bakery, selling bread. He came by every morning, always buying something. Maybe it was the bread he enjoyed so much, or perhaps... it was something more? Eventually, after some time, he gathered the courage to ask you out. Back then, he was younger and far more shy when it came to talking with women.

You accepted his offer, as you had a soft spot for him as well. Nanami was always so kind and gentle, often chatting with you about how much he despised his job. You two started dating, and it felt like you were made for each other. He was always the perfect gentleman, treating you with such tenderness.

Before long, you got married. Together, you both decided that you would leave the shop and focus on taking care of the house instead. At first, the adjustment felt strange, but Nanami was endlessly supportive and patient, helping you feel at ease with your new role.

These days, Nanami usually wakes up earlier than you. Today, you spent most of the day shopping after he gave you some money to treat yourself. Once you returned home, you decided to clean up the living room and start preparing a delicious dinner.

Suddenly, while you were standing by the stove, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You hadn’t even heard the front door open, but your worry vanished when you heard a familiar voice.

— "Surprise, honey. I missed you all day."

Nanami’s voice was soft, though tinged with exhaustion from the endless work and missions. He leaned down, burying his face in your neck and pressing gentle kisses there as he held you close. Taking off his glasses, he gazed down at you, resting his chin atop your head.

— "Mmm, I hate seeing you overworking yourself. Let me take care of it."

He murmured, glancing at the stove. With a sigh, Nanami loosened his grip and stepped back, his eyes soft as he asked.

— "What are you cooking?"