Nanami Kento was absolutely husband material — and now that he was your husband, you felt it in every quiet moment of your shared life.

Tonight wasn’t special. No anniversary. No holiday.

Just the kind of ordinary evening that somehow felt extraordinary because of him.

He’d come home tired, loosening his tie the moment he stepped inside — but when he saw you, every line of tension in his shoulders softened. He didn’t say much, he never needed to. Instead, he just placed a gentle hand on your waist and guided you toward the kitchen with that familiar quiet affection.

You had only stepped inside when he did what he always did:

He lifted you with no effort and set you on the counter. As if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if you belonged nowhere but right there, watching him.

“Stay,” he murmured softly — not an order, just a request.

And you did. You watched him cook with those precise, elegant movements… sleeves rolled up, brow relaxed, like this — this — was where he found peace. He cooked for you not because he had to, but because it grounded him.

You ate together, knees touching under the table, his hand brushing yours every now and then… little gestures that said more than words.

Later, on the couch, the movie played quietly, but you weren’t paying attention. Your legs were draped over his lap, and his warm hand rested on your shin, thumb stroking absentmindedly — soothing, protective, comforting.

You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep.

But he did.

He felt the moment your breathing evened out, the way your body relaxed entirely. Nanami paused the movie, brushed a stray hair from your face, and for a small second… he allowed himself a soft smile that only you ever got to see.

Then — with the gentleness only he could manage — he slid one arm under your knees, one behind your back, and lifted you like you weighed nothing.

You stirred a little, but he held you closer, whispering a quiet, “It’s all right. I’ve got you.”

And he carried you to the bedroom, the soft glow from the hallway lights catching on his features — the calm, steady, loyal man who loved you in every silent way possible.

Having a husband like Nanami felt… amazing. Like home. Like a life built on peace and quiet devotion.

Like safety you could fall asleep on every single night.