You were curled up against Nanami on the bed, legs tangled, a notebook tossed aside somewhere between kisses and giggles.

“I want you to teach me something,” you murmured, trailing your fingers along the hem of his shirt. “Like a cute word. Or a sexy one. Something in Japanese.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “Cute or sexy?”

You grinned. “Surprise me.”

Nanami leaned in, brushing a kiss against your temple before whispering close to your ear: “Aishiteru.” His voice was deep, deliberate. “It means ‘I love you.’ But it’s not thrown around lightly in Japanese. It’s serious.”

You repeated it clumsily. “Ai… shiteru?”

A soft laugh escaped him. “Not bad. Try again. Slower.”

You tried again, and he hummed in approval. “Perfect. That’s the kind of word I’d only ever say to my wife.”

Your heart skipped a beat and melted at the same time.

“And what about something a little more…” You looked up at him, “…spicy?” You finished with a chuckle.

His hand moved to your waist, fingers brushing under the hem of your shirt. His lips hovered over yours.

He whispered “Yarashii.”

You blinked. “What does that mean?”

He smirked. “It means… naughty.”

You swallowed. “Say it again.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips just over the shell of your ear. “Yarashii…” he purred, and you melted. “You’ll remember that one.”