The gentle hum of the refrigerator was the only sound that filled the small Doma apartment, a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of video game sound effects and cola-fueled exclamations. Umaru was out for the night, a rare sleepover at Kirie Motoba’s house, leaving her older brother, Taihei Doma, in a state of unaccustomed peace. It was a peace he intended to savor, perhaps with a good book and a cup of tea. But his plans for quiet solitude were interrupted by a soft, hesitant knock at the door. He opened it to find Nana Ebina, her hands clutching the handles of a grocery bag, her face already tinged with the familiar, lovely pink of a blush.

“E-Ebina-chan?” Taihei asked, surprised. “Is everything alright?”

“Ah! D-Doma-san!” she stammered, her charming Akita accent thickening with her nervousness. “I, um, I brought some things… from home. My mother sent a package, an’ I thought… I thought maybe you’d like to try some fresh kiritanpo.” She held the bag up as if it were an offering to a deity, her wide, sincere eyes fixed somewhere around his chin. She was always so endearingly shy, a trait that Taihei found both sweet and a little heart-wrenching. He couldn’t help but smile warmly.

“I’d love that, Ebina-chan. Please, come in,” he said, stepping aside. Nana Ebina shuffled past him, her presence immediately filling the small space with a delicate, sweet scent that was uniquely hers. He noticed she was wearing a simple sundress, one that did little to hide the generous curves she was often so self-conscious about. Tonight, however, in the soft evening light filtering through the window, she looked less like a flustered schoolgirl and more like a beautiful young woman on the cusp of something new. This quiet realization sent a strange, warm flutter through Taihei’s chest.

In the kitchen, they worked side-by-side. The space was small, forcing a proximity that was both thrilling and terrifying for Nana Ebina. Every time her arm brushed against his, a jolt of electricity shot through her. She tried to focus on pounding the rice for the kiritanpo, her movements methodical, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about the man beside her. She had harbored a crush on Taihei Doma since the day they met. He was kind, responsible, and treated her with a gentle respect that made her heart ache with affection. He never teased her about her accent or her large chest; he simply saw *her*, Nana Ebina, and that was more than she could have ever hoped for.

“You’re very skilled at this,” Taihei commented, his voice a low, pleasant rumble beside her ear. He was watching her hands as she expertly shaped the rice around the skewers. “It’s amazing. You bring a piece of your home here with you.”

Her hands stilled. “O-Oh! It’s… it’s nothin’ special,” she mumbled, her cheeks flaming. “Back in Akita, everyone knows how to do this.” But his compliment was a precious stone she tucked away in the treasury of her heart. She risked a glance up at him, and her breath caught. He wasn't looking at her hands anymore. His dark, kind eyes were focused entirely on her face, and in their depths, she saw an expression she had never seen before—a soft, intense admiration that made her knees feel weak.

The air grew thick with unspoken words, the rhythmic pounding of her heart seeming to echo the gentle simmer of the nabe broth on the stove. The world of *Himouto! Umaru-chan* and its daily chaos felt a million miles away. This was a different world, a quiet, intimate space occupied only by Taihei and Nana. The tension was a fragile, shimmering thread, and Taihei was the one who finally reached out to touch it.

“Nana,” he said, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it. He hadn’t called her Nana before, always the more formal “Ebina-chan.” The single word, her given name, spoken with such tenderness, was her undoing. A tear pricked the corner of her eye, a single, glistening drop of overwhelming emotion. He saw it and his expression softened even more, a look of profound concern washing over his features.

He gently took the skewer from her trembling hand, setting it down on the counter. Then, with infinite care, he raised his own hand and brushed the tear from her cheek with his thumb. His touch was warm and steady, a comforting anchor in her sea of shyness. “Hey,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothin’,” she whispered back, unable to look away from his gaze. “It’s just… you’re always so kind to me, Doma-san.”

“Taihei,” he corrected gently. “Please. Call me Taihei.” He didn’t move his hand from her face, his thumb now stroking her soft cheek in a small, mesmerizing circle. “And I’m kind to you because… because you’re a wonderful person, Nana Ebina. You’re kind, you’re sincere, and… you’re beautiful.”

The confession hung in the air between them, shimmering and potent. Nana Ebina’s world tilted on its axis. He thought she was beautiful. The boy she adored, the man she dreamed about, thought *she* was beautiful. The dam of her restraint finally broke. All the pent-up longing, all the shy glances and unspoken hopes, surged to the surface. She leaned into his touch, a silent surrender, and that was all the encouragement Taihei needed. He closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was impossibly gentle at first, a soft exploration. It was hesitant, questioning, as if he were afraid of scaring her away. But Nana Ebina didn’t pull back. Instead, a small, desperate sound escaped her throat, and she leaned into him, her hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt. This small act of reciprocation ignited a spark. The kiss deepened, becoming more confident, more passionate. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that mirrored her own, and he tasted of a faint, lingering coffee and a warmth that was purely Taihei. She opened her mouth to his, inviting him in, and his tongue met hers in a dance that was both new and felt as if they’d been practicing it in their dreams for an eternity. Her mind went blank, all thought replaced by pure, overwhelming sensation. The feeling of his mouth on hers, the solid strength of his body pressed against her, the scent of him filling her senses—it was more perfect than any fantasy she had ever dared to conjure.

When they finally broke apart for air, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Nana’s eyes were closed, her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson. “Taihei…” she breathed, his name a prayer on her lips.

“Nana,” he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. He led her away from the forgotten kiritanpo, guiding her from the kitchen into the softer light of the living room. He sat her down on the sofa, kneeling before her, his hands taking hers. He looked at her with an intensity that made her feel like the only woman in the world. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” he admitted, his own blush visible in the dim light. “I just… I never thought you’d feel the same way.”

“I have,” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “I’ve liked you for so long, Taihei-san. I was just… too scared to say anythin’.”

A smile of pure, unadulterated joy spread across his face. He squeezed her hands. “You don’t have to be scared anymore, Nana Ebina.” He leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time, full of all the affection and care he felt for her. With each press of his lips, he was washing away her insecurities, affirming his feelings. He moved from her lips to her jaw, then to the sensitive skin of her neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Nana tilted her head back, giving him better access, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips. The sound was like music to Taihei’s ears, a sweet confirmation of her desire.

His hands moved from hers, sliding up her arms to her shoulders, his touch reverent. He hesitated at the straps of her sundress, his eyes asking for permission. Nana gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. With painstaking slowness, he slid the straps down her arms. The fabric pooled at her waist, revealing her simple, practical bra. She instinctively wanted to cross her arms, to hide, but the look of utter adoration on Taihei’s face stopped her. He wasn’t looking at her with lust, but with a kind of awe that made her feel cherished.

“You’re so lovely, Nana,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the lace edge of her bra. He leaned forward and placed a soft, warm kiss in the valley between her breasts. The contact, skin to skin, sent a shiver through her entire body. He unhooked the clasp at her back with practiced ease, and the garment fell away. Her large, perfect breasts, a source of so much of her self-consciousness, were now free. Taihei’s gaze was worshipful. He reached out, cupping one heavy globe in his palm, his thumb stroking gently over the already hardened nipple.

Nana gasped, a sharp, sweet intake of breath. The sensation was electric, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive skin before he took the peak into his mouth. The wet heat enveloped her, and Nana cried out, her back arching off the sofa. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding him closer, silently begging for more. He suckled gently, his tongue laving the nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. He gave equal attention to her other breast, lavishing it with the same intoxicating worship, until Nana Ebina was a pliant, moaning mess in his arms, her shyness burned away by the fires of a long-suppressed passion.

“Taihei, please…” she begged, not even sure what she was asking for, only knowing she needed more of him, more of this incredible feeling. He seemed to understand. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist by instinct. He carried her from the living room into his own small, tidy bedroom. The room was dark, save for the moonlight spilling in through the window, silvering the edges of the furniture and casting his handsome face in shadow.

He laid her gently on the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to her heated skin. He quickly shed his own shirt and trousers, his lean, well-toned body illuminated by the moonlight. Nana’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of him. He was even more handsome than she had imagined. He joined her on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. He continued his gentle ministrations, sliding the rest of her dress and her panties down her legs until she was completely bare before him. He caressed her stomach, her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs, his touch both soothing and arousing.

“I want to make you feel good, Nana,” he whispered, his voice husky. “I want to show you how much you mean to me.” He moved down her body, his lips and tongue retracing the path his hands had just taken. He kissed her navel, the sharp jut of her hipbone, and then moved lower, parting her legs with a gentle pressure. Nana’s breath hitched, a fresh wave of nervousness and excitement washing over her. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion, seeking her consent one last time. She gave him another small nod, her entire being screaming yes.

His tongue touched her then, at the very center of her desire, and Nana’s world exploded into a starburst of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She cried out his name, her hands clutching at the sheets. Nothing could have prepared her for this. The skilled, patient movements of his mouth and tongue were a revelation. He worshiped her there, with the same reverence he had shown her breasts, discovering every sensitive spot, teasing and tormenting her until she was writhing beneath him, begging for release. The pleasure built and built, a searing, coiling tension in her lower belly, until it finally crested, shattering in a wave that left her gasping and trembling, her body slick with sweat and spent passion.

As the last of the tremors subsided, she looked at Taihei, who had moved back up to lie beside her, his face filled with a satisfaction that seemed to go beyond the physical. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “So beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. He then positioned himself between her legs, his own need now a hard, pressing reality against her thigh. He was fully aroused, his length thick and hot. He met her gaze, his expression earnest.

“Nana… are you ready?” he asked. She could only nod, her heart full to bursting. She wanted this. She wanted all of him. With excruciating slowness, he guided himself to her entrance. She was slick and ready for him, her body still humming from her climax. He pushed forward, entering her in one smooth, powerful motion. Nana gasped as he filled her completely, a feeling of blissful fullness that was both overwhelming and incredibly right. They stayed like that for a moment, motionless, simply savoring the feeling of being joined together.

“Okay?” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “Okay,” she whispered back, tightening her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper if it were even possible. He began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to adjust to the incredible sensation of him inside her. Every thrust was a declaration of love, every retreat a sweet torment. Nana met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her earlier shyness a distant memory. This was where she belonged. This felt more real, more right, than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

The pace quickened, their bodies moving in a frantic, passionate dance. The sounds that filled the small bedroom were of slick skin meeting skin, of harsh, ragged breaths and whispered names. Nana could feel her second climax building, even stronger this time. She wrapped her arms around Taihei’s neck, pulling him down for a deep, soul-searing kiss. “Taihei!” she cried out against his mouth as the pleasure took her again, her inner muscles clenching around him in a powerful, involuntary embrace. Her release triggered his own. With a deep groan, he thrust into her one last time, his own warm release flooding her, and collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and sated.

They lay tangled together for a long time, the moonlight their only witness, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Taihei eventually rolled onto his side, pulling Nana with him so they were facing each other, their bodies still intimately connected. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her sweat-dampened forehead, his expression the most tender she had ever seen.

“I think,” he began, his voice a low, contented rumble, “that I’m in love with you, Nana Ebina.”

Tears welled in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of pure, unadulterated joy. A radiant smile, free of any hint of shyness, lit up her face. “I love you too, Taihei Doma,” she replied, her voice clear and strong. She leaned in and kissed him, a kiss that wasn’t about passion or desperation, but about a deep, profound love and the promise of a new beginning. The kiritanpo in the kitchen was long forgotten, but here, in the quiet dark of the Doma apartment, a shy girl from Akita and a kind, hardworking young man had cooked up something far more nourishing for the soul. They had found their home in each other.