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Your vision was blurry as you looked around your shared bedroom to locate the source of the shuffling noises that forced you out of your peaceful slumber. The shuffling noises came to a gradual stop as you made eye contact with your loving husband who was attempting to quietly get dressed for work. You eye the numbers of the alarm clock on your nightstand, the time reading 5:40 AM in bright red digitized print.
“Oh, I’m sorry my love,” Nanami states quietly as he nears your side of the bed. “Did I wake you?”
You hum a tired moan of agreement as your heavy eyelids blink slowly, too disoriented from rousing out of heavy slumber. Nanami chuckles to himself as he takes in your adamance towards his early rising. Seeing you like this always makes his heart melt a little from sheer adoration. It’s the little moments like this that have him singing praises to whatever higher being placed you in his life.
He can distinctly remember the times at the beginning of your relationship where he would catch himself spending several minutes just basking in the presence of your sleeping form before delving into the hustle and bustle of capitalism. Every time he left your apartment the only thing keeping him going at work would be the promise of being back in your arms later that night. That genuine and devoted feeling has only tripled over the years leaving him to wonder if a man can actually die from loving his wife too much.
“Kento,” you answer groggily, “it’s ok. I know you have that big presentation today.”
It takes everything in Nanami to not just jump right back into bed with you and say to hell with the presentation, but alas the bills won’t pay themselves.
Taking his silence as him overthinking his daily agenda, you sit up a bit more in bed, causing one of the straps on your nightdress to slowly slip down your right arm.
Having noticed the fallen strap Nanami gently slides it back up whilst reassuringly stating, “I’m not too worried about it, I’d just prefer to be in bed with you right now. It pains me to spend so much time away from you.”
You frown slightly at his words seeing that you share the same sentiment. Working full time isn't an easy feat, but as long as he comes back home to you at the end of the day, waiting for him eases the anxiety.
Something about his warm calloused hand on your shoulder, the sunrise slowly lighting up his golden hair, paired with the steady loving gaze of his warm brown eyes leaves you slightly breathless as your heart squeezes with love. It never ceases to amaze you how just looking at the man you’ve been with for the past couple of years can have you feeling the same way you did the first time you confessed your feelings to him years prior.
Nanami leans in to place a chaste but loving kiss on your plump lips. The scent of his aftershave and cologne invades your senses and leaves you slightly dizzy as he caresses your cheek gently, the cool touch of his 14k gold wedding band a physical testament of his wholly undying love for you. You feel yourself being lighter than before as he pulls away somehow having kissed away all worries and sleepiness from your being. He sighs heavily as he stands from the bed to take his leave, his emphasis on punctuality seeming more like a curse at this moment.
You follow after him as he makes his way through your shared apartment to the foyer. Noticing that he’s missing the lunch you packed him you hurry to retrieve it from the kitchen island.
With his lunch and coffee cup in hand, Nanami holds your gaze with such tenderness making you, in turn, soften on the inside.
Nanami glances down at your lips causing you to glance at his own as he mutters quietly “Give me one more kiss.”
You happily comply and place your hands on his shoulders as you press into his plush pink lips. You can feel your heart flutter as he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, a shiver of pleasure rushing from your feet to the crown of your head. As you gently slide your hands down his chest and your fingers dance at the buttons on his white button-down, Nanami’s heartbeat pounds even harder in his chest.
He pulls away from the impromptu makeout session and gently presses his lips to your forehead as if to restrain himself from taking you right then and there. Nanami’s gaze reaches yours once more as you softly say, “I love you. Try not to miss me too much, alright?”
A small smile tugs on his lips as he sincerely answers, “That’s simply asking too much of me, my dear.”
Content with his answer, you feel yourself smile softly as he turns towards the front door not before briefly looking over his shoulder one last time as he pulls the door close.
You sigh briefly after hearing the click of the handle signifying his departure. Before you have time to sit and bask in the eerie silence of the apartment, your alarm clock goes off, reminding you that you also have to begin your departure to work.