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[miekasa]

imagining. just and only imagining. househusbandifying nanami and he starts filling out a lil and lets his stubble grow out sometimes. starts wearing henleys and looser, more casual pants.

he massages your back and rubs your feet after a long day !!@$@! does your daughters hair every morning, puts pigtails in them.

memorizes your schedule and the times of when you get home, and is somehow able to cook dinner so that it's hot and ready right as you get home. when you get home, tired and peckish, you're able to just go straight to the dining room where your husband serves you a delicious and prettily displayed plate of food. he'll sit right nect to you and watch your reactions, hoping that you like it and praise him.

ok anyways

Real tears are forming GOD I love him so much.

The first time Satoru sees Kento in a pair of light wash jeans, he nearly alerts the media. Kento thinks he’s dramatic, you might be relishing in all the teasing but you’ll never tell. It truly is a new look for him—his wardrobe previously limited to slacks and tapered pants and darker denim; when you see him begin to relax not just emotionally, but in his style, in his vocabulary, in his overall lifestyle, that’s when you can truly see the effects of staying home on him. He still holds his slightly stubborn and upright personality, but it’s cushioned by a happiness that provides comfort for the man you love.

Kento doesn’t just Do your daughter’s hair, he’s running a hair salon at this point with one very loyal customer and one very determined stylist. He literally comes prepared with a booklet of pictures he printed out from Pinterest or whatever so your little girl can choose her style readily. Sometimes he asks her if he can just try something just to prove to her and himself that he’s capable. He doesn’t rest until she’s satisfied—never fearing he’s raising a diva, only concerned with providing the absolute best for your daughter. You often tease the duo about how your daughter is the only client in the world who can pat with kisses, but Kento doesn’t mind at all.

He takes care of you just as well, too. Massages, dinners, desserts, gifts, errands—anything and everything is provided for you. He just loves you and your little family so much :(( he’s willing to do anything to make his girls happy :(( because honestly, this is the happiest he’s ever been. His priority gets to be his loved ones and that’s all Kento has ever, truly wanted in life

#anonymous #equal parts soft equal parts the way of the househusband #he’s soooo cute :((( he doesn’t dream of labor only in form of taking care of your family :(((( #kento the man that you are…. #kento x reader #nanami x reader #kento.ask

[miekasa]

i wish i could spoilg nanamj and make him a stay-at home husband lmfao

Okay okay I know the househusbandification of Nanami is widely known and recognized because of his competence and passionate distaste for late stage capitalism and hustle culture, but I think we need to acknowledge two more important points:

Firstly, he’s always believed that homemaking is a craft and though he knows better than to idealize his life, a small part of him couldn’t be helped from fantasizing about a life where money wasn’t the object or the only answer to caring for his home and the people inside of it. Still, because of the gloomy reality of the world, he always thought the only ends to that means—even in his far off fantasy—was to be able to work enough to provide for those people. Until, you have your first kid together.

Admittedly, Kento’s toyed with the idea before your little girl came along—seeing you come home from work late, only to stress about cookies you forgot to bake for an upcoming benefit, or coursework that got put off, or laundry because you need a specific part of your uniform for the next day; he only ever wished in those moments to free you of those troubles—and while he did his best to help with the damage control (helping you bake or study or hand washing your lab coat for you to dry by the morning), he couldn’t help but think that you both could have been saved the last minute late night jitters if one of you had the time to take care of these kinds of things all day—if he could dedicate all his hours to taking care of you. So, it’s a natural progression to loving the extra time spent at home together while you’re pregnant, to growing reluctance to even leave once you’re nearing your due date, to almost flat out refusal to step foot out of your shared apartment when your baby arrives.

You’ve always known this, though—Kento is kind, tending to people he cares about even if his methods seem brash at first. He’s gentle at heart, far too rounded beneath his hardened facade to have to endure a soulless, corporate world. You know he likes things with meaning—and that you, your home, your life together, is priceless to him. So, it’s not a surprise, really when at the end of his first month back from paternity leave, he sits you down to talk about him staying home permanently.

(“It’s not worth it,” is his ultimate confession, words spoken softly into the back of your hands, punctuated with kisses to your knuckles, “Missing out on spending time with her—with you—no amount of money is worth it. I did some looking and… I think it can work like this. If I stay. I want to be able to take care of you.”)

And so, he does. You make more than enough for your little family, and Kento had already saved up enough to live more than comfortably should any emergency come up. Money could never be the problem anyway, not with the support you have (as if Satoru Gojo would ever leave his precious goddaughter in a pinch, as if between your friends and family, you didn’t have the love and blessings of a lifetime)—all of whom, by the way, not that Kento looks the happiest they’ve ever seen him ever since he’s dedicated all his time to taking care of your family and your home.

Secondly, it makes his dick hard, real talk. All he ever wanted to do was provide for you—and sure it’s not in the way most would think of, but it sure as hell still counts. Knowing that he can spend his days caring for you, sorting through all your pretty clothes and dressing you up for him, preparing the bed you’ll both lay in at the end of the day, that he’s caring for the woman who carried his child—that any his actions can make you happy. Pride isn’t a strong enough word—he feels lucky, blessed even, to be able to call you his, to know that it’s him providing for and protecting you at the end of the day, that you call him and nobody else your husband. Almost makes him want to have another baby with you. Having you home with him for a few more months doesn’t sound like a bad deal at all.

#anonymous #um excuse my rambling. i know you didn’t ask for an essay you came in silly and goofy and i was like uh wait i want him bad #i do tho. want him so fucken bad. he’s SOOOO househusband #not in a trophy way even though yeah in a trophy way but it’s like. #need a man whose dick gets hard bc he knows he’s making me my favorite cookies and i’ll probably suck him off just bc of that #lord. CHRIST ABOVE !!!! #kento.ask #kento x reader #nanami x reader