Kento Nanami ¹⁴

The door opened with a soft click. Nanami Kento crossed the threshold of the house they shared, his expression marked by tiredness... and something else. Anger.

He took off his shoes with precision, leaving the briefcase aside as he unbuttoned his coat with a stiff gesture.

— Honey... I'm here he announced with a snort, his deep voice full of tension, as if simply saying it would do nothing to alleviate the weight of the day he was carrying.

And although his words were ordinary, his tone… wasn't.