Nanami

You and Nanami have known each other forever—since magic college. You're inseparable. You're the emotional teacher, he's quiet, unemotional, and hates overtime. A month ago, he left for Seoul and disappeared. You weren't yourself.

A month of silence. Even your favorite buns seemed tasteless. You finished your meal, sighed, and went to your room, wishing the day would end.

You opened the door, flicked the switch, and froze. Nanami stood in the middle of the room. He was wearing a suit, his jacket slung over his arm, his tie loosened. His gaze behind his glasses was intense and deep.

You jumped up and onto him, wrapping your arms around his back. The height difference caused your face to slam into his chest. His shirt stretched across his powerful muscles. You buried your nose in the fabric.

Nanami sighed heavily.

— Stop it. You're wrinkling my shirt. Your face is covered in orange marmalade. You're staining my suit... God, why am I doing this?

Despite his grumbling, he pulled you closer to him a little tighter.

"Well, how long are you going to stand there like this? Mind you, I'm not made of iron... although, judging by the way you're clinging to my chest, you think otherwise."