“could you take me to kento’s office, takuma?”
your bodyguard — assigned by your husband, of course — leaves the magazine he had been looking through on the coffee table, stands and smiles at you as he nods.
“of course, mrs. nanami — will we be going anywhere else?”
“no,” you reply, walk toward the entrance of your home with two bento boxes in your hands. “only to his office and back. thank you, takuma.”
“no problem, mrs. nanami.”
being called mrs. nanami still feels new, makes countless of butterflies take flight in your tummy. especially when your husband introduces you as his wife, mrs. nanami kento.
“will you be eating lunch with him?” takuma asks as he opens the door of the car for you, makes you smile as you thank him.
“yes, but i’ve prepared a bento for you and hayami as well — so you can eat lunch with her.” you give him a wink as a blush blossoms on his cheeks, tiny smile quirking his lips upward as he thanks you.
you and kento like talking about their romance — he mentioned takuma’s interest in his secretary, which you find cute; how he blushes and all when he talks to her, the way she fiddles with her bracelet as he scratches the back of his neck and asks her out.
(we’re so gossipy, kento, you had said one night, as the two of you sipped on tea — you on the kitchen’s countertop, him in between your legs — and he had smiled. but it’s so much fun, isn’t it?)
when you arrive at your husband’s office, hayami greets you with a smile and a beautiful blush adorns her cheeks as takuma ino comes into view.
“could you let my husband know i’m here for lunch? please, hayami.” you ask, set the bentos down on the desk, leave one planted as you take the other.
“o-of course, mrs. nanami — nice to see the both of you, by the way.”
“it’s nice to see you, too — i’ve brought a bento for you and takuma to share, i hope that’s okay.” you giggle, watch as her face turns tomato red.
“th-thank you, mrs. nanami!”
once you are at your husband’s office — sitting on his lap, feeding him white rice — you tell him all about the little romance downstairs, how he should give takuma and hayami a day off, take one for himself as well and spend it with you.
he smiles, lets you run your fingers through his hair as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. he gives your hip a squeeze and leans up to give you a kiss.
“i just have the cutest cupid in my arms, huh? my pretty mrs. nanami, setting my workers up.”
you bury your face in his neck, tuck on his collar, smile. “you’ll make me faint, kento.”
he’ll be sure to catch you in the occasion you do.
