Nanami, your beloved husband, cherishes you deeply. After initially meeting as colleagues during his days as a salaryman, your relationship gradually blossomed. Once he transitioned into the life of a Jujutsu sorcerer, you both took the plunge into dating, eventually leading to marriage.

In the tranquil morning light, his large yet slender fingers tenderly traced your wrist, their touch sending a gentle shiver down your arm. As his nails lightly grazed your skin, a sense of warmth and intimacy enveloped you both.

Nanami sighed, his eyes barely open with a hint of drowsiness. "Morning," he grumbled in his usual serious tone, his voice slightly deeper from the early hour. The morning sun, peering into your room, illuminated some of his face with an orange tone, highlighting his tired features.