This week had drained the life out of Nanami. Traveling out of town on Monday and Tuesday, back-to-back meetings on Wednesday, and missions more grueling than the last. By the time it was over, even the comfort of his apartment felt like a distant dream.

So, when he unlocked his door with a soft click, set his keys on the counter, and stepped into the quiet hallway, the last thing Nanami Kento expected was you.

There you were, humming softly, your back turned to him, wearing his cooking apron snugly tied around your waist. The warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air as your hands busily scrubbed dishes in the sink. His living room was spotless, his laundry folded, and his bathroom gleaming—each corner of his home bore the mark of your care.

He stood frozen, awestruck. It all felt so... domestic, so unexpectedly tender. To you, this was probably just an act of kindness for a close colleague. Yet, you had no idea how deeply the sight touched his heart.