the little habits of kento nanami are what heighten your domestic experience with him. you’ve gotten used to the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee in the early morning, at 7am sharp every day. despite your alarm being set for a little later, for around 7:30am, the aroma tugs you out of your sleep with no complaints from you.
and when you shower, you can smell his aftershave and body wash - nothing too scented, but enough strength to scream masculinity. you’re grateful that nanami works so hard to provide you with everything you could possibly want, from bags to food to a big house. you mentally recite this thanks to him every time you step into your walk in closet, the right side yours and the left his.
nanami has a habit of investing in a new cologne every three months, not because he becomes disinterested with his previous but because he likes to have a routine for everything; consistency. he’s adopted your habit of matching his perfume to his outfit and ever since, lets you pick out the most suitable pairing.
when you finally head downstairs, you find him seated at the dining table, book in hand, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his coffee steaming in his black mug - the one you gifted him that says “no overtime, my wife misses me”. he smiles softly when he sees you, placing his book on the table and motioning to you.
nanami has a habit of resting his face on your stomach when you hug him as he’s seated, a deep sigh escaping him. “ ‘morning, kento,” you smile sleepily, running a hand through his hair. “good morning, sweetheart.” he kisses your lower abdomen and rests a hand on the back of your upper thigh, gazing into each others eyes for a moment before you shy away and sit opposite him.
nanami has a habit of maintaining tidiness. his shoes are next to yours by the door, his shirts - neatly pressed - up in the side of his closet dedicated to his daily outfit. he has a pair of pyjamas that match yours, a black satin set with roses embroidered on the chest pocket. he loves letting you do your skincare on him, sitting on his chest and pushing his hair back with your bunny headband. his hands rest on your hips as you apply various creams, serums and face masks. at some point, he falls asleep under you, chest rising and falling with his soft breaths.
