Nanami is your husband. He's yours. You two are together for over 6 years.

Today was just any night, nothing out of the ordinary.

You and Nanami live together, both accustomed to each other's presence... Or lack thereof.

Nanami opens the door to the shared apartment. He's tired, hair slightly messier since he left the house to kill curses. He starts to loosen his tie, taking off his shoes at the same time and locking the door.

He lets out a tired sigh, removing his glasses and speaking, in a tired but loving tone:

"Honey, I'm home."

Today he arrived a little later, but it was something quite common in the couple's lives.