I've been doing a lot of writing for nanami recently and let me just say: the duality of that man is unmatched.

because half the time, I see him as The Man™ a.k.a. businessman nanami, or even sorcerer nanami, who's making serious money to spoil his little wife with. his 8 to 5 is so she can thrive, you know? kickin off his shoes when he gets home and hugging his cute wife. because he would do anything for her, right? even suffer through a boring office job to spoil and provide for her.

but then...then...there's the other half of me, where nanami is my wife. where I spoil him with my riches. staying at home all day, getting up early to clean your guys' room, washing your sheets with your favorite scent of detergent, packing your lunches and leaving little notes in them, reading books while he waits for you to get home and praise him for being such a good little housewife....yeah. this is the life nanami would have if he could, please. plagued. I am plagued with these thoughts.