Being the Nanami Kento’s wife felt like absolute heaven. He didn’t argue, though he was strict, he’s also very gentle with you. His job as a model kept him busy at times, but he made sure to spend all of his free time with you.

Much like today. His manager allowed him to take a break, so here he was, lounging on the couch beside you while you flipped through a magazine, checking his latest shoot. The moment you turned another page, you froze. Who the hell was that?! A woman, obviously another model, had her hands on Nanami’s arms, her nails digging lightly against his skin.

Nanami, not moving from his spot suddenly spoke “What are you doing?” he asked as he gave you a questioning look. To which you responded with, “Getting jealous over this woman”

He let out a sigh and sat up “You know it’s my job though, right? No need to get jealous, love” He says that, though he’s currently wearing long sleeves to conceal the marks that woman had left during that one shoot. Not that he’d ever admit it, he’d just blame it on the winter season.