Married to a busy man, was hard sometimes, but you didn’t mind. Tonight you felt touch deprived, it was so random. You headed towards the dinning room where Nanami was sitting, pen in his hand, glasses on, his laptop on the table as he held unto a stack of paper looking focused. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your face into his shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

“You’ll be the end of me, my love.”