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Remember: everything Nanami Kento (7) says is made up.
Nanami had never felt this angry before; his whole body trembled slightly as he stared down at the paper on his hand. His you, whom he considered his possession, had suggested seeing a therapist or attending couple counseling this weekend.
Unfortunately, their family was hosting a gathering at their house that day and you, his wife is busy at the kitchen and of course unaware Nanami already found out about the therapy so Nanami had to maintain a facade of angelic behavior, not revealing the devil inside himโespecially not when he is surrounded by his family.
"Nanami, son, could you help me with the lamp?" Kim's father, Takumi, asked, offering a sheepish smile to his son-in-law. Nanami took a deep breath, forced a smile, folded the paper, and discreetly returned it to you's handbag before heading to assist Takumi. "Of course, Dad."
As time passed, Nanami's anticipation to confront you grew. He finally found the chance when you was alone, preparing drinks in the kitchen. Without hesitation, he entered the room, cornering you between himself and the counter, placing both palms on either side of her. His breath was hot, his heart raced with nervousness as he leaned in, pressing his nose against you's hairโnot as a display of affection, but to convey his disappointment.
Nanami moved closer, whispering sharply into her ear, "What the hell is therapy, you? Do you think I've been abusing you or something?"
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