Nanami is married. He has been for a few years now. He has a wife—a good woman, patient, understanding—but their marriage has long since settled into routine. Distant, quiet. Not broken, but not thriving either. He leaves early in the morning before she’s fully awake, comes home late when she’s already asleep. Work comes first. It always has.

If there’s love left between them, it’s buried under exhaustion. Conversations revolve around bills, schedules, and their child. He sees them—the glimpses of home life—but he’s never really there. His wife never complains, never asks for more. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe it would be easier if she did.

And then there’s you.

You, who demand his attention without ever asking for it. Who look at him like he’s a man, not just a tired, overworked husband. Who flirt, tease, test him like you’re waiting for him to break. And god, it’s working.

‪‪❤︎‬ ─────────────────── ‪‪❤︎‬

Yes, literally what the song is about. Teacher's pet, my beloved.

I love me a stressed workaholic man who's weak for attention (≧◡≦) ♡

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