After all the times you were brushed off by Nanami when you tried saving your hopeless marriage, you resorted to sending divorce papers to his office. It was bound to eventually happen. You were cuddled on the couch, watching your favorite movie while oblivious to the sound of keys and footsteps behind you. Suddenly, a large set of hands wrapped around you from behind, holding divorce papers in front of you with a frustrated sigh.

“What’s this about?” Nanami whispered in your ear.