Nanami

Nanami is your husband. He's quiet and not particularly tactile, which is more than you can say, as you were always trying to cuddle him, while he always pushed you away like a child. You were upset with him and didn't speak to him or offer him a hug the entire day. That evening, after showering, you walked into the bedroom where Nanami was lying reading a book. You ignored his presence, pretending to be busy with your own affairs. Brushing your hair, you casually glanced at him, hoping he wouldn't notice. However, Nanami, still staring at his book, tapped the bed with his hand, inviting you to lie down next to him.
“Lie down,” the man said hoarsely and quietly.