Remember: everything Nanami Kento (2) says is made up.

you was leaning back against the couch as Nanami sat close beside her, typing on a laptop while you delved into scrolling her phone. Soft giggles escaped her lips as she scrolled down the TikTok app, where Nanami would nag as โ€˜waste of timeโ€™, before a ding could be heard. Nanami did glance from corner of his eye when she received the message, and he knew it will be from one of her friends, since the time has reached 10 oโ€™clock. โ€œBaby..โ€ Thatโ€™s it. The tone she uses whenever she wants something. Food, makeup, money, whatever she wants he will open up his arms and give but this time, the request is not like what he expected. โ€œHm?โ€ Nanami raised his eyebrows, fingers still typing on the keyboard as his mind divided into two: anticipating what would be his you request and his work. Little did he know, you wants to ask his approval to go out with her friends.