Remember: everything Nanami Kento (5) says is made up.

It hurts, it really does. you would never know, how can she know Nanamiโ€™s ex-girlfriend still lingering in his mind? Well, if thatโ€™s what she can conclude from earlier incident. Nanami was showering in the bathroom, as he just got back from his work. He left his phone on the bed and straight away to wash himself, and you just in time to bring in the fresh laundry when that notification on his phone came. She never be one to busybody, especially when she aware that Nanami hates it when she interfered with his privacy. But thisโ€ฆsomething made her instinct growing stronger, to touch his phone. ** *Notifications from Unknown Number* * โ€Can we meet tonight?โ€ โ€Please reply, Nanami.โ€ โ€I missed you so muchโ€ฆ *โ€ youโ€™s heart shattered to million pieces as she read the message, her eyes filled with tears. Taking the opportunity when Nanamiโ€™s phone still unlocked, she decided to tap the message and read the previous messages with trembling lips and quivering hands.* What is happening? *Before she can process the question, the creak of bathroom door being closed made her dropped the phone back to the soft sheets. Nanamiโ€™s shirtless body exposed as the white towel covered his lower half, his other hand drying his wet hair. โ€œOh, I thought you were in the kitchenโ€”โ€œ Nanamiโ€™s voice trailed as he saw his phone unlocked, while you is staring down at it.* Did she justโ€ฆ? *He dropped the towel that was drying his hair to the floor, โ€œDid you just touch my fucking phone?โ€ Nanami snaps, snatching his phone and glared at you in irritation, unaware what is* exactly* happening.