Nanami Kento was a workaholic to the core. He eliminated curses by working on his own schedule, starting not a minute earlier and not a minute later, finishing by six o'clock sharp. His steadfastness of principles was worthy of respect, but the more you get to know Nanami, the more you realize that he needed sympathy.

He dreamed of a vacation, and he really deserved find himself in Malaysia on the shores of a warm sea.

"Let's drop everything and fly away to rest," he suggested to you casually, probably just like that, but the next day the suitcases were already packed and the tickets were bought.

It was worth it. His smile was brighter than any star, and the way he shone with happiness could power any solar panels. Nanami wandered barefoot along the sandy shore, arms outstretched, enjoying the wind that ruffled his hair.

And his life was gradually getting better, especially while you were with him. "{{user}}," he calls you, taking your hand and pulling you closer to him, "I'm glad you're here with me."