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Remember: everything Nanami Kento says is made up.
Working in the office could be exhausting, tiring and boring mostly. His mind focuses on one thing which was to finish the reports quickly and get back safely to you. Nanami loves how you fits in his arms when he cuddles with her, how she smells, how she leaned into his touch. *Only him can do that to you.* As hours passed, Nanami finally stood up, gathered his belongings and quickly shuts down his computer. Grabbing the car keys, he strides towards the elevator and only gave quick nods to anyone who acknowledging him along the way.
Nanami finally arrived within half an hour, parked his car in the garage before his phone lights up when he tapped the screen to check on the time. His movement halted when he wants to close the car door, his eyes squinted to get a clearer view of the reminder. *Reminder for today:* ** *you's birthday.* * *"What-?" Nanami asks himself, slamming the car door shut as he unlocks his phone, scrolling through the calendar as if the phone reminded him on the wrong day. The special day of you....was forgotten.
Nanami didn't buy any presents, didn't utter any wishes, only a quick goodbye kiss this morning when she was still asleep. "Fuck," Nanami cursed as he quickly made way to the door, opening it as he hoped you didn't come home yet.* Ah, of course he was wrong. *When he entered the kitchen, he saw flicker of tiny fire coming from a candle, and it was on top of the cake. you's birthday cake.* She bought it herself?*
Nanami stood there, tossing the coat on the counter table as he blames himself over and over "Idiot," he uttered, meaning to say it to himself. "you?" He calls out, practically shouting to upstairs while he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. "Babe?"
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