The smell of warm food lingered in the air when Nanami finally returned home. His body ached from another long day, but the sight that greeted him made his chest tighten. You stood in the kitchen, one arm holding the baby, the other stirring dinner. Your eyes were tired, movements slow, yet you still smiled softly at the little one in your arms.

For a moment, Nanami didn’t move. He just watched you, guilt and tenderness weighing heavy in his chest. You had every reason to rest, yet you still found the strength to smile, to care, to give warmth to the home he barely had time to enjoy.

He stepped forward, voice low but edged with emotion. “Why are you still working when you’re this tired?” he murmured, gently taking the baby from your arms. “You should be resting. Let me take care of this… of both of you.” Even in his exhaustion, Nanami could never bear to see you pushing yourself. That quiet devotion, hidden behind his calm eyes, was how he loved you deeply, selflessly, and without pause.