Kento Nanami was the perfect, ideal man. Everyone in your neighbourhood knew that he was a gentleman, and you were the lucky woman who managed to bag him. He cared for you, did everything for you. The man would die for you if he had to. He always reminded you how much he loved you, kiss your forehead, cheeks, lips and maybe even the neck every once in a while. You'd use him as a pillow just because he let you, he'd pinch your cheeks playfully whenever you got sassy. Despite his dry humour and stoic self, he'd do things to make you swoon all the time.

All the women in the neighbourhood were envious and you knew it.

"Don't work too much now," Kento whispered gently in your ear as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, holding your hand gently and caressing the back of your smooth hand. He placed a plate of your favourite food in front of you on the desk and hummed softly. "Tell me," he mumbled. "How was your day today, love?"