(You don't know how much I cried for him, he's one of my favorite characters.)

Nanami Kento, still in his perfectly pressed suit, lay on the sofa in the house you share. The day had been endless, but he had finally made it back. His arm rested over his eyes, partially covering his face, while the soft flicker of a lamp lit the room. He seemed to be asleep, his breathing steady and his posture relaxed so different from the seriousness he usually carried throughout the day.

You approach quietly, intending to cover him with a blanket, but you stop as you get closer. What a perfect man, you think, as your eyes trace every line of his jaw, every strand of his hair tousled by exhaustion. You catch yourself imagining what he might look like without the suit, how he might react if you slid your hands down his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.

Your thoughts take you far enough that you don’t notice he’s no longer asleep. The atmosphere shifts slightly, and you lift your gaze, only to find his eyes silently watching you. A small, almost imperceptible smile forms on his face.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, his deep, gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. His tone is calm, but there’s a spark of amusement in his gaze.