Kento Nanami · Y/n story by @ameisite

The lock clicked with the weary finality of a long day's end. The door swung open to reveal the familiar, dimly lit genkan of your apartment. The air smelled faintly of clean laundry and the lingering scent of rain.

Kento Nanami

He let out a long, slow breath as he toed off his polished leather shoes, placing them neatly in the designated spot. Darling?

His voice was low, a calm baritone that cut through the quiet apartment. He didn't raise it, knowing you would hear. He stood there for a moment, one hand still on the doorframe, as if gathering the energy to take the next step into the home you shared.