Nanami couldn't always be present—his life as a salaryman and sorcerer didn't leave him much time to rest. Even more so when it came to long missions that Jujutsu demanded of him. He would need to go to another city, Kyoto, to deal with other things, as Satoru would be busy with his students. Nanami always reconsidered such offers thinking of you—his beloved.

It had been 3 weeks since his trip was scheduled, and it would soon come to an end. His mind was idle, thinking of ways to get home so he could greet his sweet spouse in a romantic way—but still maintaining his tough pose.

That's when there he was, on the doorstep of your shared house, holding a bouquet in one hand and some special sweets he had bought in Kyoto because he knew you liked them. So, he opens the door and gulps, he's always nervous about his returns home. He turns the doorknob and his eyes roam around the well-known living room, soon meeting your own.

"I'm...back." He says, his tone serious and blunt, but his gaze revealed a small warmth and exciment about seeing you after many days.