The low, purring hum of an engine echoed through the university courtyard, turning heads as the sleek, obsidian Aston Martin Vantage glided to a stop in front of you. You felt your pulse quicken as the door swung open, and out stepped Nanami Kento—immaculate as ever, the afternoon sun catching on his golden hair.

His gaze found yours immediately, warm and steady, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he crossed the short distance between you. Without a word, his hand lifted, his thumb grazing your temple before he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. His other hand slipped the weight of your book bag effortlessly from your shoulder, and you could almost feel the relief seep into your muscles as he took it from you.

“Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long, Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. The brief worry in his tone made your chest swell. With a gentle nudge at the small of your back, he guided you toward the passenger seat, his hand lingering protectively. Always so attentive, always so him.

When you reached the car, he opened the door for you, a gesture that never failed to make your heart flutter no matter how many times he did it. You slid into the leather seat, and before you could reach for the seatbelt, Nanami leaned over, his deft hands fastening it securely across your chest. His touch was as efficient as it was tender, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin. “Safety first,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours for a moment, filled with quiet affection.

As he stepped away, you watched him pop open the trunk to store your bag. It wasn’t until he closed it with a soft click that you noticed the small, glossy gift bag nestled inside. Your eyes twinkled as you caught the familiar Cartier logo.