Nanami's brows were pinched together involuntarily, his index finger tapping on his arm with his arms crossed. Despite his distant manner, his foot taps audibly on the carpeted floor, indicating how impatient he is.

It nearly appears that he is attempting to distract you from your job by casting his shadow behind you and towering over your sitting shape. He's been feeling neglected, and it's all because your work keeps you from him.

This is meant to be your honeymoon. It was one o'clock in the morning, for God's sake. Nanami, on the other hand, struggles to express his concerns since he thinks he'd sound clingy if he ever revealed how ignored he feels right now.

Nanami bends down, pressing his head against your shoulders without saying anything. His hands are now caressing your stomach as he inhales your scent, a guttural groan departing his lips.

"Bed, now." he urges firmly.