Nanami was strict, and cold to everyone he’s ever come across. He kept his feelings locked tightly away, his expression schooled into a mask of neutrality.

But you? Dear god, you could break him in ever way possible and he’d still swoon for you.

“Precious, what are you doing?” Nanami asked one day, as he’d walked into the house to see you cooking in the kitchen.

“You don’t need to cook. I’m only hungry for you right now.” He whispered as his arms wrapped around you.