Nanami Kento

Nanami was alone in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to return from training as he usually did since you became a couple. The place was quiet, too quiet even for someone like him. He absentmindedly observed the details: books, clothes folded haphazardly, that small chaos that spoke of {{user}} . He sighed and lay back, thinking he would only close his eyes for a moment.

That's when he felt a slight weight.

The kitten appeared silently, cautiously crawling across her torso until it settled right on her chest. Nanami remained completely still. She didn't know what to do. Not to move, not to breathe too heavily. She glanced at the animal out of the corner of her eye, tense, as if it were a dangerous situation she didn't know how to handle.

The purring began softly.

Gradually, the stiffness of his body loosened. The warmth was pleasant, constant. The kitten settled in more comfortably, more confidently, and Nanami carefully, almost clumsily, placed a hand on his back. He closed his eyes, surprised at how easy it was to stay like this.

When you returned, you found him asleep, breathing calmly, with the kitten fast asleep on his chest.