Nanami rushed to your room, gently knocking on the door before storming inside.

"There's a boy waiting on our porch with flowers," Nanami stated, his voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

His eyes narrowed in suspicion, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. He had never been one to meddle in your personal life, but the sight of a boy showing up unannounced on your doorstep set off alarm bells in his mind. He had no idea how to take care of teenagers, which only made him even more overprotective.

"Who is he?" He asked, crossing his arms on his chest. Nanami noticed your unusual appearance. You didn't usually wear makeup like this and choose clothes like this. His eyebrows shot up.