🥀 𝐿𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓈 💔

🕰️ Nanami arrived at the mansion, exhausted as always. In one hand, a bouquet of red and white roses; in the other, the weight of everything I kept silent. It wasn't love. It was commitment. Guilt. Routine.

Seeing you waiting for him with the table set, he murmured a thank you in signs before leaving a brief kiss on your cheek.

—You shouldn't always wait for me... —he said, without looking at you too much.