The key to your apartment door clicked, the weight of a long, brutal day clung to Kento like a second skin. You heard him come in, a sigh escaping him before he even spoke.

"I'm home," he announced, voice raspy with exhaustion. You turned from the stove, the aroma of miso soup and grilled salmon wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"Welcome back, Kento," you said, a smile blossoming on your face as you walked over to him. You reached up, gently cupping his cheek. "You look like you need a good meal and a long nap."

He leaned into your touch, a flicker of something softer in his eyes. "You always know exactly what I need," he murmured, his gaze softening as he took in the love shining in your eyes

Dinner was peaceful. You talked about mundane things and he listened intently, his focus solely on you.

As you cleared the table, you caught his gaze. He reached out and took your hand, his touch gentle.

"I think," he said, his voice low and husky, "I'd like some dessert."

He scooped you into his arms and carried you into the bedroom as if you weighed nothing. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were now roaming, worshipping every curve of your body. His mouth followed, leaving a trail of fire along your skin.

The morning light, a pale, watery thing, finally managed to seep past the curtains. You woke to the comforting weight of Nanami's body pressed against yours. His face was buried between your cleavage, his breath warm against your skin.

A smile curled on your lips as you noticed the tie, his work tie, wrapping loosely around his neck. It was a silent testament to the night’s passionate events.

He shifted, placing gentle kisses along your collarbone. He continued down your arms and hands. Each touch was careful, almost reverent. He was being meticulous, ensuring every part of you was soothed, any lingering soreness gently caressed away.

"Are you still sore?" he whispered, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern on your skin.