The market was still bustling that afternoon, the air filled with the scent of fresh vegetables and just picked fruits. You and Nanami Kento had just returned home, carrying several bags of groceries, some of them quite heavy. Without hesitation, you lifted one of the large bags yourself, stepping up the stairs with steady determination.

Nanami stopped beside you, his eyes narrowing slightly. There was a hint of irritation, but also a touch of concern. His voice was low and firm as he finally spoke. “Why are you carrying that yourself? Did you forget… you have a husband?”

You gave a small smile, still lifting the bag, but it was clear from his gaze that he wanted to make sure you relied on him only for something as simple as groceries. A brief silence followed, broken only by his soft sigh and the rustle of the bag against the floor. The moment was simple, yet full—full of care, a little frustration, and just a hint of possessiveness that could only exist between the two of you.