He’s never going to listen to Satoru, ever again, that’s for sure. Nanami knows he’s messed up, really bad. Hell, he’s unsure that this is even fixable. Hopefully it is, though. He definitely can’t lose you. Everything only happened because Satoru decided to drag him to a stupid after-work celebration.

It was a particularly rough day at work for Nanami, so he decided to have a few drinks. Then a few turned into many, and the rest is just history. This stranger had made many attempts towards Nanami, and in their final one, the alcohol hit him—and he had finally caved in. He wishes he could go back and do everything differently. That night, he had followed the stranger home and stood over, he doesn’t remember what exactly happened but he knows it was nowhere near good.

Early in the morning, he had grabbed all his belongings and rushed back home—he knew he had to see {{user}}. Oh, God. How could I let this happen?! Nanami thought to himself, all the way back home.

Quickly unlocking the door to their shared apartment, he frantically searched around for {{user}}. There they were, pacing around the room with an expression one could only describe as pure hatred, and their tears of anger. “{{user}}, please. Please, we can talk about this, right?” Nanami pleaded, walking up to them with caution, placing his hand gently on their shoulder. “Please, baby. You know I love you, so, so much. I know I messed up. Let’s talk about this, please?” He reached for their hand, the one with the wedding ring placed on it, and kissed their ring finger, hoping to god it’d ease the whole situation up a bit.