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[jadeee]

This Is A Life

Nanami's gratitude grows for his wife and daughter.

Word Count: 1.2k Author's Note: Inspired by "This Is A Life" from Son Lux ft. Mitski!

The sound of his daughter's cries woke him from the slumber he slipped into only moments ago. When he felt you start to wake, he patted your arm "Go back to sleep."

A sigh of relief left your lips as you rested your head on the pillow. Kento rubbed the last of fatigue from his eyes. With each step toward her room, her cries rang in his ears. The tiny figure stood in her crib and gripped at the bundle of curls on her head. 

"Why are you crying? Hm?" once he took her in his arms, she immediately rested her head on his chest. Your daughter's wailing died down when he sat down in the rocking chair. His tired eyes read the clock in the room, 2:37. 

"Kiyomi, we need to go to sleep."

He wiped her tear stained cheeks. The safe security of her dad's arms made her forget why she cried in the first place. Her little body shaked as she inhaled and peered up at her dad. A smile broke through his face when her chubby fist grabbed his nose.

"C'mon, let's rest." 

He gently took hold of her hand then guided her to lay on his chest. Normally, she would've complied but she started to cry again and he found himself grumbling.

"'Yomi, please..." he glanced down at his daughter who was burying her face into his pajama shirt. 

"Are you not tired?"

She whimpered then rubbed her eyes before shaking her head.

He stood to his feet, clutching her to his chest. "Can you say "not sleepy"? Or ... "papa"?"

The words fell from his lips in hopes of hearing Kiyomi say her first words.

A few minutes later, he was standing in front of the fridge with Kiyomi at his hip. She did a little dance in his arms as he grabbed her bottle. He tried not to doze off while he sat on the couch feeding her. When he made it back to your side, his eyes glazed over the clock, 3:17. If he fell asleep, he'd get about three hours of sleep... if.

Kento swore he just doozed off when his alarm went rang at 6 a.m.

The limbs of his body felt like pieces of a phantom but he got on with the usual routine. It wasn't until he was at work that he realized how unorganized he was. He opened his briefcase to find Kiyomi's favorite cookies. However, he smiled to himself and pushed it aside to grab the files he was looking for. The next surprise was the blob of faded vomit on the back of his shirt. It was a bit embarrassing to have a coworker point it out yet part of him felt proud to say it was because of his daughter.

The hours crept by until he was finally on his way home. Light filled his eyes when he heard his daughter's babbles and saw your smile. Even if you looked at him with the same tired eyes he typically wore. He picked up his daughter then kissed your forehead before blending into his domestic duties. Everything was going fine until Kiyomi started crying again. She normally liked baths but this time she was screeching like a cat being hauled off to the pool.

Her hands hit the water creating a mini tsunami in the tub. Kento had tried everything: songs, less water in the tub, bubbles, toys, her favorite toy and nothing. She hit the water with a loud shriek and he flinched when the bubbles splattered onto his face. Kiyomi coughed from all her crying then gave a gummy smile through teary eyes.

"You think this is funny?!" he said in a playful tone which made her giggle. He scooped bubbles from the tub then placed it on his head to make a hat. She shrieked with laughter as she clapped. He continued to make a fool of himself just to hear her laugh again.

The worry in your face disappeared when you entered the bathroom to find Kento covered in bubbles and talking to Kiyomi in a funny voice.

At the sound of your chuckle, he turned to look at you. That's when you truly laughed at his melting beard of bubbles and misshapen hat to match. 

"And you are?"

"... Captain ... Bubbles..." his cheeks burned pink beneath the snow colored soap on his face.

 Your laughter filled the space and Kiyomi clapped as you approached them. "Captain Bubbled and 'Yomi! Can I join you?"

"It depends on what she says," Kento waited for Kiyomi to answer but she only chewed on her hands then splashed the water again with a giggle. 

The sight made you smile as you watched her and Kento felt his heart warm when he looked at his two girls.

You glanced back at him as she entertained herself, "How was your day?"

"It was okay," he wiped the bubble beard off as well as the hat "I'm just glad to be back home."

"Aw," you kissed him then chuckled when you felt Kiyomi wet hand clutch at your arm.

"Okay, okay! He's mine too, y'know?!"

Kiyomi answered in babbles then blew a raspberry at you. The two of you couldn't help but laugh. Kento did try to contain his though.

"Alright, little one. Let's get a bath so we can go to bed."

He noticed you reached over to grab the soap "I've got it, dear. Just rest."

Your eyes softened "Okay... let me know if you need anything. Either of you." 

You kissed his cheek before standing. Kiyomi called out to you then opened and closed her hand. You kissed her forehead and waved back "Be good, okay?"

She gave you a toothless smile accompanied by a nod.

It was nighttime now and Kiyomi was sitting comfortably with her papa in the rocking chair. The smell of baby powder mixed with lavender filled his nostrils. He was grateful that she went to sleep without a fuss. After all, he had you to thank. When Kiyomi was done with her bath, he put on one of your playlists to help ease her to sleep. 

This is a life, free from destiny

Minute by minute, his muscles loosened. That almost permanent pinch between his brows ironed itself out. He felt light. Ironically, that was almost Kiyomi's name — Hikari — but when he saw her and felt those fingers grip his then noticed the adoration on your face.

Kiyomi for "Beautiful".

He rocked in the chair slowly as he studied the tiny body on his chest.

I choose you, and you choose me

It hit him then that all the insignificant, good, bad, and mundane moments of his life led up to this. He was home with his daughter falling asleep on his chest and his wife was asleep in the next room waiting for him to join her side.

The corners of his eyes stung a bit as he took in the small details of her face. The blend of your features along with his. Kiyomi's little fingers softly hung onto his shirt.

Many lives that could've been, free from entropy

He held her hand in his finger "I'm not going anywhere, little one." Kento's lips placed a gentl kiss on the top of her head. Although he couldn't see it, Kiyomi's mouth twitched and formed a smile for a brief moment before she slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

Author's Note: Isn't that just the sweetest 🥹💗? He really loves the bedtime stories you two eventually read her. Though he prefers that you do it because he loves your voice so much. Bonus points, if you do silly voices, make noises, and the whole nine yards.

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[jabberjawjade]

don't get too drunk

a masterlist of all my nsfw work, requests, drabbles, and so on. i know you're thirsty but don't get too drunk on all the juice, ok?

♡ all content 18+ only | minors dni

♡ no longer taking requests

♡ last updated: 7.1.22.

two against the world: nicky valentino 🗽

headcanons

nicky...

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with an mc whose into restraints

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hinting he's in the mood

aftercare massages

marking nicky

fics

let's get out of here

did you forget who's boss?

hollywoodland: celia del rio 💫

i'll teach you

headcanons

nsfw alphabet- c,e,l,i,a

roadkill: howie yan 🎬

headcanon

nsfw alphabet - a, h, f, k,m, n, v

answered asks 💌

characters with bde

who has a faster hip thrust: nicky or howie?

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[jaded-rn]

IM FUCKING PISSED OFF AND SAD AS FUCK. I ORIGINALLY HAD PLANS FOR THE MOVIES BUT THE MOVIE KEPT GETTING SOLD OUT CAUSING IT TO BE PUSHED FARTHER AND FARTHER BACK UNTIL THE 10 pm SHOWING AND MY PARENTS SAID "ITS TOO LATE". 10. ON. A. FRIDAY. OKAY, sO I THOUGHT ME AND SOME FRIENDS COULD MAYBE GO BOWLING! LOLOLOLOLOL NOPE, MOM DIDNT LIKE THAT IDEA AND SUGGESTED THEM TO COME OVER. OKAY. MAYBE SOME FRIENDS CAN SLEEP OVER. SURE!! OH MY GOSH I ACTUALLY GOT ONE PLAN TO WORK!! I Thought. My friend couldn’t come over because her mom didn’t feel like driving…. okay. Now I’m laying in bed crying because my parents were yelling at me for wanting to be out late and how I’m never out socializing…. okay

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[jadeee]

Dad!Nanami loves it when your kid starts helping out in the kitchen. It warms his heart to see them make breakfast. When they get upset at how they accidentally burnt something, he's calming them down and reassuring them it taste fine. He'll try to to savor the charcoal smoked creation to stop their tears.

Your kid decides to intentionally make all of Nanami's food like that because "It's how papa likes it!" Eventually they stop but only because Kento asks if he can try some of their food one day. When he jokes about eating their food, your little one shares every meal with him.

p.s.: kento wouldn't take it ofc. I think if your child was adamant he'd take a small bite and complain about being full.

#wow the brainrot is spreeadddiingg... just like my -- #jadeee jabbers #nanami kento #madebyjade #jjk kento #jjk nanami #kento nanami #nanami x reader #nanami headcanons

[jadeee]

Living with Nanami

I get the feeling there'll be a part 2... I've never done anything note motivated but maybe if this gets 100 notes I will 👀 -> update: read part 2 here!

He habitually wipes the bathroom countertop after using the sink. It's ingrained in him. We all saw that ep in season 1.

Definitely has a modern aesthetic which when paired with yours is very... interesting. He'll eye whatever knick knacks you have in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Your feet felt warm on the multi-colored rug you placed in front of the couch. The walls were decorated with art you picked out, a few pops of green from your many plants here and there. Then there was the odd trinket you found from a thrift store years ago which stood upright on the coffee table. The longer he studied the color blocked sections of your bookshelf, the more his set mouth morphed into an impressed smile. Your hands brushed against each other until he took yours in his completely.

His pet peeve would definitely be little bits of trash scattered throughout the house. He's not passive aggressive but he won't lash out or lecture you. Just a little "Darling, I noticed you forget to throw things out sometimes. Why is that?"

Another pet peeve I see for him is walking around brushing your teeth or flossing 💀 if you walk down the hall flossing, he just imagines bits of plaque flying onto the walls silently. I'm not sure if he'd say anything about this because he thinks you may find it silly and he knows it's not a big deal but a piece of him shudders just a bit.

Always has pads, tampons, and pain relief meds in stock. He'll get the special snacks you like around that time of the month. Whenever it hits you, he's there with everything prepped and ready to go. I imagine he'll secretly want you to ask him for cuddles just so he can spoon you 💗 he rests his hands on your low abdomen while talking to you softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Side note: He doesn't get into the habit of carrying these things around until one day you two are out and you're period suddenly comes out then he goes on the hunt for a pad or tampon.

He's very serious about going to sleep at a certain time and is lowkey bothered when he sees you staying up late - if it's for work, okay fine but if you're up on your phone or watching TV, expect a "you should really go to bed". If you're being a brat and he's really serious, he will haul you off to bed. He wants to give you a peck on the cheek so you know he's not mad but he won't because he's feeling petty.

The place would look very clean and organized nearly all the time except for the weekends. I believe in this 100% because Friday night is when he finally let's loose just a bit. Maybe he had too much to drink when you two went out but you look so cute and you smell so good and my God, your lips... Saturday morning rolls around and so does he in the sheets. His arms wrap around you as he groans softly against your skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He knows the place is a bit messy but would rather clean tomorrow since he wants to spend the day with you.

Cleaning is a shared effort. He's not doing all the work and neither are you. I love him and I know he's all for taking care of you but I feel like realistically, this would truly be a shared task. Doing dishes can suck and so can cleaning the bathroom but it's enjoyable when you're playing your music. When he hauls the laundry off to the washing machine, he can't help but look in your direction and smile at the private show you're putting on for yourself.

No matter who cooks, dishes are typically done together. I think it'd become a tradition to bake on Saturdays. Ohh some cake with wine in the afternoon? You two sitting on the porch just giggling and talking about nothing and everything inbetween. Then when golden hours hits and the sun just casts that heavenly glow on you.

Kento leans back with a soft grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you block the sun from your face.

"My light, my life."

Heat filled your cheeks as you dropped your head and crossed your legs.

Kento chuckled, "Did I make you nervous?"

"No." you snicker then glance up at him.

He filled your empty glass, "You're a better baker than you are a liar."

You grinned then looked off into the sunset to hide your embarrassment but it only highlighted the things Nanami loved about you.

He doesn't go to sleep mad or upset. He doesn't have the space for it or the time or the energy. Your relationship isn't perfect but it's worth fighting for and he makes sure to do that whenever you two have a fight. If you're both home that night, he won't invade your space but he'll make sure to let you know he cares in some way. Say you fall asleep on the couch? You're going to wake up in the bed and wonder how he ended up on the couch instead. If you haven't eaten, he'll bring you a small snack without saying anything.

This is really random but the security would honestly be multi-layered. Definitely a self insert bc home invasions TERRIFY ME 😭 he'd invest in a good alarm system and have the security cameras outside - yes, cameras to cover the front and back door.

Hmm, what else? Oh you'd have house shoes by the door. I like to think someone bought you two matching ones as a wedding gift or couple themed - like his and hers.

Fun fact: Sharing a bed with you the first night was weird for him. He didn't feel uncomfortable but he didn't feel comfortable either. He just laid there like a man in a coffin.

"Nanami?"

"Hm?" he turned his head to glance at you in the dark.

"Are you ok?"

"... I'm fine, why do you ask?"

The sound of you moving around made his ears turn pink and he was grateful for the dark for once. "You just seem so," he tried not to grunt when you poked his side "stiff."

"Hm, it's really nothing. You should go to sleep."

More rustling he wished would go away. Each second caused a slow heat to creep from his feet to his face.

"Can I hold you?"

He turned his head again then glanced up at the black ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled over. Your limbs found each other in the dark and you rested your head near his. His chest deflated of anxiety then.

"Is this better? Do you feel comfortable?"

The sudden feel of lips against your forehead made you smile.

"Yes," he said softly then held you tight until he fell asleep.

Author's Note: I only saw him as the husband while writing this. You're already married in this headcanon.

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[jadeee]

Ambrosia

Help, I'm thinking of Nanami as a budding artist during the Renaissance and I can't deal 😵‍💫

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ things MDNI

When he sees you, he's blown away by your beauty. He's an artist so he studies every single detail of your face, which is why you see him daily.

He doesn't approach you at first. he studies you from afar and it works until his perfectionist side comes out. So, he musters up the courage to approach you. Of course, it's under false pretenses. He buys an apple from you then decides to buy more just so he can look at you a bit longer.

One day, you're not working and he's stunned. He doesn't know what to do. He's an artist so he should be able to draw from memory but he's a lover and he needs to see you.

The next day you're working, he approaches you and mentions your abscence. He uses the moment to his advantage — gathering the curves, dips, and lines by your cheeks, brows, and lips. He can't help but smile when you do and even more, he takes note of how different your face looks then: beautiful and familiar.

Eventually, you ask him what he's doing with that notebook of his and he shows you his sketches. He's careful to not show the ones of you though.

When you praise his work, his cheeks burn a crimson hue. His heart beats proudly in his chest when you ask him how long he's been drawing, if he works with paint or marble. He's had people ask him the same questions but he enjoys talking about his craft with you. Maybe it's the way your eyes light up or the smile that takes over your face.

This becomes a routine: Nanami standing by sketching people stopping into the shop and you when you're chatting with them, showing off fresh produce and telling them which ones they should get.

He's helping you close up the shop when he starts venting about frustrations for this new thing he's trying. You offer to help, like any good friend, and he freezes.

"I don't think that would be appropriate."

"Why not?!" you chuckled as you placed the last peach into the wooden crate.

He studied your lips, ones he drew so frequently he'd know them on his. "It's," his hazel eyes glanced into yours "it's nudity."

"Oh," your brows jumped up an inch or two. That was a new expression he hadn't seen. Within seconds, he committed the image to memory.

"You really don't have to do that." he rushed to your side to lift the crate of peaches then lugged it inside. You fiddled with your fingertips as you trailed behind him.

"Is it full nudity? Or are you drawing..." you cleared your throat then looked around. When you saw that the shop was empty you quietly inquired "breasts?"

As you turned to face him, he accidentally clashed into you. "I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

His hands held you by your shoulders and he gazed into your eyes with pinched brows. his eyes scanned your lashes and the hairs of your eyebrows, have I ever been this close?

Without thinking, your hands rested on his forearm "I'm fine."

Your voice was a mere whisper while your eyes locked on his. The mix of produce you sold day in and day out along with the paper he religiously used for his work washed over you. Your chest rose and fell triple time. His eyes noticed how the fabric of your shirt moved with it, "Yes."

You scrunched your brows, "Pardon?"

"You asked if it was full nudity or breasts. It's both, so... yes."

Your breath hitched in your throat "I see..."

His hands relaxed on your shoulders but never left you. "You don't have to do this."

Your hands lightly squeezed his forearms then trailed up to his biceps, "I want to."

"We can start slow." Nanami set the pencil down on paper then approached you.

"What would you have me to do?"

Your eyes remained on him with each step he took toward you.

"Do you feel comfortable taking this off?" his fingertips touched the linen sleeve of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours which continued to bore into him. You nodded since your heart was lodged somewhere between your throat and thighs.

"Will you watch me?" the corner of your lip morphed into a smirk and he chuckled.

"Of course not." his fingertips brushed against your skin before turning his back to you.

Goosebumps pricked your skin once exposed to the air. Your blouse bunched at your hips. You bit the inside of your lips as you peered down at your chest.

"Ready?"

Your head popped up at the sound of his voice, "Mhm.. I mean, yes — just... don't laugh at me."

"Never. Why would I do that?" he faced forward with a smile at your request.

"I'm not sure." your laughter filled his studio.

"I can assure you, I would never laugh at you." he cast his eyes at the floor, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." you placed your hands in your lap then straightened your posture.

Color rushed to his cheeks as he faced you. He pressed his lips together as they dared to form a devilish smirk. The fabric of his pants suddenly feeling oh so tight. The urge to drop them and plunge into you without warning.

Your eyes focused on his knitted brow, set jaw, the hand that rested on his hip. "Am I not good enough?"

"What?" his eyes suddenly locked onto yours, brows raised in slight offense. "What did you say?" he took a step closer and you raised your head while maintaining your posture. "Am I not good enough?"

Your voice suddenly felt smaller as he stood inches away from you. His breath landing on your cheeks, eyes trying not to stare at how your bare chest was rising and falling because of him.

"You are perfect." the calluses of his fingertips touched your shoulder while the palm of his other hand rested on your hip. The touch alone made you gasp softly, causing you to bite your lip then glance at the floor.

"Look at me,"

Your eyes focused on his, which were filled with adoration.

"I can't sketch you looking at the floor. You're too beautiful for that." His hands carefully positioned you into place, the movement accompanied by his voice saying "just like that" and "drop your shoulder". As his hand traveled across you, you felt your hardened nipple brush against the back of his hand. You suppressed a moan, failing horribly, while Nanami held his breath still continuing as if nothing happened.

He let out the breath slowly by the second then felt the tenseness that remained in your muscles, "Just breathe, ready?" a small smile rested on his face as he squatted in front of you.

You were careful to not move since he spent the last few minutes getting you into position. You nodded and smiled down at him.

"Wonderful," he said softly. He stared at you for a moment before going back to his post. the room was silent as he sat at a distance sketching your form. Taking his time to fully admire you in silence and forever capture this moment in graphite and paper.

A few minutes had passed before he asked if you needed anything. You declined water and fruit but gladly accepted a break. Once he set down his pencil and paper, you stretched in your seat. When you rose to your feet to extend your arms past your head, your blouse folded over itself, hanging at your waist.

"You can put it back on if you'd like." Nanami started to turn away but froze at the sound of your voice.

"I'd rather not. I'm... comfortable around you."

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned.

"May I ask why the last model proved a challenge?"

He faced you, "She wasn't focused."

"And I am?"

"You listen."

"You mean I take orders?"

He smiled as he walked toward you. "What would you do if I said "yes"?" he saw the possibilities dancing around in your mind from the look in your eyes.

"Say it." you commanded.

He stood in front of you toe-to-toe. "yes."

Your fingertips sank into the waistband of his pants and pulled until he was flush against you. His hands found their way to your hips and gripped them when you pressed your lips against his. A moan left his body as his knees started to buckle. He was slowly stepping forward and guiding you back to the chair you were in moments ago. His lips traveled to your jaw, neck, then chest, while his hands searched for the hem of your skirt.

Your bated breaths filled the space of his studio then turned into a groan when you felt his mouth working at your bud. The artist released a groan when you clutched a handful of his hair. His tongue plunging into each fold and savoring the taste on his tongue. It was a mixture of peaches and berries. The finest fruit. His ambrosia.

Your thighs pressed against the sides of his head as you released another dose just for him. Your hand squeezed his forearm with each moan you released and he held it in his as he gripped onto your hip with the other.

"Did you finish?"

"I thought that was obvious."

You swatted at his arm, "I meant the sketch."

He laughed then reached for your hand "Yes, do you want to see it?"

"Absolutely."

Nanami lifted his head from your lap, giving you one last loving look before standing to his feet. He helped you up then wrapped his shirt around you.

"Be honest with me, ok?"

"Always." you nodded as you gripped the edges of his shirt. He placed a kiss on your forehead then guided you toward the artwork. Your eyes scanned the blend of curves, lines, and shading which created your form. You leaned in to marvel at the masterpiece and he did the same as he admired you from behind.

"How do you do this?"

You glanced back at him with your mouth slightly agape.

"Having a gorgeous muse helps." his hands wrapped around your waist. Hearing those words brought warmth to your very being. He basked in the glory of your subdued smile, instinctively placing his hand on your cheek, eyes scanning left to right and every which direction to admire the piece of work that stood in front of him. That walked with him around the townsquare for the past several months, gave him joy with a simple look or smile, inquired and endlessly praised his artwork. His encouragement, light, warmth... ambrosia.

"Be my everything."

You placed your hand over his then gazed into his eyes with tears welling in your very own. Your hand guided him down to your lips which were becoming home.

You stood in front of the sketch studying how the faded graphite persisted through time and god knows what else. You leaned forward then read the scribbled cursive, "For my dearest Ambrosia."

"Some people think it's his wife,"

The sudden voice made you turn.

"He wasn't Da Vinci or Michelangelo so we don't have all the records but it's theorized this series is for her."

The blonde man finally looked away from the sketch then in your eyes. His hazel eyes were soft in the dim light of the museum, shoulders relaxed and being stern but gentle.

"Have we met before?"

He shook his head "I think I'd remember you."

You couldn't help but chuckle "Well," you sat up straight "indulge me anyway. What's your name?"

"Nanami," he faced you fully "and you are?"

When you said your name, he felt a twinge in his heart. A sudden warmthn if you will and there was a hint of peaches and berries on his tongue. His brows pinched momentarily, before he focused on what you were now saying about the artwork. He was too busy admiring a separate masterpiece.

— Author's Note — Although you take up every second of his life, Nanami still devots himself to his craft. He hates when people watch him work, especially you because you're so distracting, but he'll ocassionally allow it. You're truly his everything. You're constantly inspiring him; even more so when you two start a family. You're always encouraging him as well and keeping his spirits high.

I don't think he'd be super popular but his work becomes well known in his city and around the area. After death, centuries later, he does gain his long awaited recognition. I imagine your children would be a huge part of that since they're always spreading his legacy and sharing his artwork. I want to write more for Renaissance Artist Nanami. He's just so soft and quiet and observant and caring ... I love him so much.

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[jadeee]

Christmas with Dad!Nanami

was gonna wait to post this but i said 'ah, wth, why not 🤷🏾‍♀️'

Had never hated Christmas or particularly favorited it... until you have your kid. Something about seeing their little face sparkle at the lights and sight of snow, whether real or fake, really gets to him.

Kento's not the biggest fan of the traditional family Christmas cards. He prefers to keep sentimental, off guard photos you captured to yourselves and maybe share with close family/friends. He has a picture he secretly took of you and your little one decorating the house. You were entertaining your child's theory about how the elves make sure pets behave too.

Definitely, lets your kid sit on his shoulders so they can put the star at the top of the tree. One year, your little one abandons all the previous steps and tugs on Kento's shirt begging him to let them go ahead and put the star up. Kento tries to explain that it's for last but he can't tell them no. When you come back to a tree with a star and three ornaments, he looks at you guiltily.

For someone who preaches about not spoiling your child, he does it every single year without fail. But it's in the most wholesome of ways. He'll stay up with them to wait for Santa, only to end up falling asleep right after they do. Of course, he bites the cookie first to leave proof Santa was there. One day he actually forgets and you manage to catch it as your kid walks into the kitchen so you take the biggest chomp and try to look innocent.

"SANTA CAME!" your little one bounced up and down then pointed at the plate. Kento's eyes went wide at the realization. He glanced up at you and you gave him a small nod as you chewed quietly.

His favorite part isn't the gifts sicne he picked those out months ago, but it's baking with your little one. He loves to break out the aprons along with the step stool so they can help him out.

In terms of gifts, he makes sure to buy practical things that'll last and won't end up stuffed in the closet somewhere. Your kid is appreciative nonetheless and always says "thank you" and gives you two the biggest hug.

"I got you something too." they hand you both an oddly shaped bundle of wrapping paper. You exchange a quick glance with your husband before unwrapping it.

"What is it, lovey?"

A giggle filled the room "Just open it, silly!"

Kento's eyes went wide as he held a seashell in his hand. You chuckled as you looked at buttons on a string.

"Is it a bracelet?"

Your child nodded and rambled about how they found the buttons under the couch then pieced it together with some string. "Lemme do it," little fingers tied the yarn around your wrist.

Kento watched with joy then turned the seashell over in his hand. "Little one, where did you find this?"

"It's from Santa!"

He wished he didn't entertain the childhood myth then but he simply he listened to them explain the odd gift.

"I got it so when you," they wiped their face which was flushed with excitement " when you're working and sad, you go like this" they pretended to hold something up to their ear then made a relaxed facial expression.

Kento smiled softly as tears stung the corners of his eyes. Your child noticed his face and frowned slightly "Do you like it?"

He hugged them "I love it, thank you." he could've burst when he felt those little arms clasp around his neck and the small "You're welcome, papa" that followed after.

Author's Note: This would truly become his favorite holiday. I can see your kid getting excited for Christmas right after Thanksgiving and Kento being a bit restless from all the festivites but also excited. I think having a child would remind him of all the youth he experienced that was buried underneath the ugliness of his adulthood. It would soften. Domesticity would remind him of who he wanted to be, even if you two don't have children.

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[jadeee]

Coworker!Nanami

Because we all wish he was our coworker.

Word Count: 700

Dividers by @cafekitsune & @firefly-graphics

Get your coworker!nanami fix lol: @daisynik7 @mahirublue @sirens-singing @goddessinsweats @nanami-s-sunshine @imnotsureaboutwhatimdoing @slimlydan

⁂ Shy at first. He wants to talk to you but he doesn't want to come off as obsessed or weird.

⁂ Initial talks are work related. One time, he was bold enough to ask you what your weekend plans were and when you asked him the same, he hesitated.

"Nothing really."

"No hot date or girl to tend to?" you smirked and it made his heart leap among other things.

"I'm afraid not."

⁂ You need help? He's there. Something wrong? He's listening to you vent. Someone pissed you off? Oh, he's going to talk to them. Not in front of you of course, but they'll come back with a sudden change in attitude. Working late? He's staying to make sure you get to your car/transportation safely. If you're not comfortable with that, for wtv reason, he'd either watch you from afar or ask you to call him so he knows you're safe.

⁂ Started keeping snacks for when you don't eat or forget to take your lunch. He works up the nerve to suggest you two grab something at a cafe and tries not to blush so hard when you happily agree.

⁂ Lots of stolen glances and silent admiring. His work has never been affected until he started to get to know you. It becomes even harder after you give him a little trinket, which he keeps safe on his desk.

You folded your sticky note into an origami shape, like the fortune tellers you used to make as a kid. 

"What's that for?"

Your fingers worked at it, opening and closing, "Telling fortunes," open, close. It looked somewhat like a blossoming lotus "Go ahead, ask a question."

His lips faltered.

"Okay fine, keep it to yourself. Color?"

"Blue."

Your fingers shifted the shape, "Number?"

"2." he watched you play fortune teller then eyed you with amusement. When you glance up at him with raised brows, he tried not to look guilty for admiring your beauty seconds ago. 

Your chuckle filled the elevator as he stared at you dumbfounded, "Pick another number."

"Oh, 5."

It was silly how his anticipation built by the second, but he wanted to know the answer... he had to.

He shifted his stance as you lifted the paper to (hopefully) ease his anxieties.

"Try again later ... tsk," you handed him the fortune teller "let me know what it says."

The doors to the elevator opened but neither of you moved. No matter how he tried to conceal his smile, the light in his eyes was evidence enough. 

He quietly agreed, trying not to blush when his fingers brushed against yours as he took this silly little plaything in his hand.

The question lingered in his mind like a stubborn fly insistent on getting a taste. He readjusted himself in the chair then went back to reading. A frustrated sigh left his lips when he read the same sentenced three times. He set down the book and walked to the closet. His fingers wrapped around the fortune teller you gave him days ago. He slid his thumbs and forefingers in like he watched you do. 

Should I? he looked to the folded paper for answers.

Yellow ... 7 ... 2 ... yes.

Epilogue:

The next day he approached you before going to his own desk. Although your smile touched his heart, he couldn't bring himself to say it ... not yet.

"I'm getting a pastry from the cafe. Did you want one?"

"Sure!"

His heart thumped in his ears as he walked off. When he finally made it back, he felt tense. His muscles tight, breathing rapid, heart racing. Then, he saw your eyes light up when he walked in.

"Thank you," you reached for the box and he handed it to you with a shy smile. 

Normally, he'd say "you're welcome" or "my treat", "don't mention it", but he was looking at you with soft eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"... will you go out with me?"

His eyes landed on yours and he saw the joy in them before you said anything else.

"Is lunch too soon?"

He grinned at your eagerness. Ideally he'd suggest dinner, his place at 8 but he'd waited long enough. Yellow, 7, 2.

"Sounds perfect."

Author's Note: AAAAHHHHHH

That's all I have to say 🥲

p.s.: i lied.. originally this was scheduled to post monday but i needed to share it before going back to work 😂 i want to hear your thoughts and also mutually sob over the fact that he's not real!

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[jadeee]

Tired💤Nanami

Won't ask you to cancel plans that you two have with family/friends. He'll trudge through it with half-smiles and tired eyes if he has to. When you notice the look on his face and tell him you canceled with them though, he's relieved and a bit saddened.

"You didn't have to cancel for me."

"It's okay, I wanted to stay in anyway."

Who shucks off his shoes when he comes home and lays down, after giving you a forehead kiss. He'll help out with dishes and whatnot in a moment, he just needs a few minutes to turn off his mind.

Accidentally zones out at some point in the conversation. He apologizes and tries to focus again then zones out because he's taking in the details of your face.

"Are you listening?"

He nods "Continue,"

I don't see him as someone who's physically affectionate outright. Y'know those people who hug you from behind without a word? Rest their head on your shoulder mid-sentence? Give you a kiss on the cheek for no specific reason? That's not him. He wants to but he's shy and doesn't want to be seen as clingy or a nuisance. You know him though so it only takes you a second to realize what he's thinking.

He noticed the subdued smirk on your face.

"You don't have to ask me." you said before putting on a show for you two to watch.

A soft blush tinted his cheeks as he glanced at the floor. You perked up when you felt him lay his head in your lap. His arms wrapped around your waist while he pressed himself deeper into you. Your fingers combed through his golden hair and he felt himself smile for the first time in a while.

Loves it when you shower him with affection. Kiss him wherever. Play with his hair. Hold his hand. Squeeze his arm. He doesn't care just don't stop touching him because it reminds him that you're real and this is real. That love is real and it's something he can always come back to.

Author's Note: Please let him fall asleep in your lap... please. Lull him to sleep with compliments, kiss the top of his head and tell him you love him so he won't forget when he wakes up for work.

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[jadeee]

Push and Pull

Things were going well with Kento which is exactly why you broke up with him, but he won't let you go... he can't.

Warnings: break-up scene, angst, fluff, 18+ scene (MDNI) Word Count: 3.8k Tagging: @imnotsureaboutwhatimdoing @nanami-s-sunshine @daisynik7 it's here! @majestickitty this is how one fumbles Kento.

It'd been a few months since you met him through a friend and things were going well... too well. You noticed how you'd perk up whenever you saw his name pop up on your phone or how you'd think of him whenever you heard a song or watched a show. Most of all, how hopeful you'd get waiting for a call or text. Once you were even bold enough to reach out first, so that's how you ended up where you are now. Turning down his invite to hang out because you didn't "feel good". 

Kento: I can bring you soup. Is it a cold? 

You: No, I don't want you to catch wtv this is :( I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days!

You tossed your phone aside then rolled over hoping that would be the end of it; but, of course it wasn't. Kento was eager to spend time with you once you felt well enough and he let you to pick the venue. The air was crisp as you stepped on the autumn leaves. Wisps of the fresh water from the lake filled your nostrils. When you glanced at him, a sudden heat crept up your neck. The sun shone behind his head as if that were it's only job to make him look like a perfect angel. Your golden haired boy, if only you would have him.

"Are you ok?" his voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm good!" 

Despite your convincing tone, your body language said otherwise. The nervous smile and hidden hands were enough. Kento looked straight ahead and narrowed his eyes as you filled the dead air by pointing out a nearby bird. Your half-hearted smile was another piece of evidence for him to study later. 

That night, you lay in the dark thinking about how you'd do it. Public place. Face-to-face. One sentence. Tomorrow at 7, after he got off work. Your thumbs hovered over his name as you stared at your phone. Your eyes flicked up at his contact picture. The picture you took of him on your third date. The corners of your lips turned downward as you relived the details in your mind's eye. A pit formed in your stomach. After another minute of bring paralyzed by anxiety and her siblings, you lay your phone down and decided to sleep. What you hoped to be a decent night, turned into tossing and turning.

You: Hey, can we meet after you get off work? 

Kento: Sure, just tell me when and where.

You stumbled throughout your day. Forgetting steps to the simplest things, putting your orange juice in the cabinet and your spoon in the trash. Now, as you walked up to the door you repeated the script in your head: I really like you, but I can't do this. I'm sorry. You intentionally showed up early, hoping you could steal a few minutes to give yourself a pep talk but you spotted Kento scanning the menu. 

When his eyes met yours, a nervous smile crept onto your face while your feet unwillingly led you to him. 

"What are you getting?" 

"I think I'll get some chamomile tea and a pastry. You?" 

"I'm actually not hungry." 

He glanced at you, "Oh?" 

"I haven't had much of an appetite." 

"What's wrong?" 

You tried to steady your breathing so you didn't crack under his gaze "I think I just.. I'm thinking too much." 

The barista cut him off before he could offer you any comfort, "Next!"

He placed his order then waited for you. You decided to get a drink so you weren't awkwardly looking at him when he enjoyed his own along with his pastry.

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

"No, thank you though." 

He took note of how your eyes bounced from him to the menu then to the floor. His jaw clenched as he sat across from you. He could've called you out but he wanted to let you speak. You'd been thinking it over, obviously, so you had an idea of what you wanted to say. When you both got your orders, you didn't bother waiting another second. You knew how he hated to waste time and secretly hated yourself for even remembering that when he previously complained about a coworker's disregard for it. 

"I really like you..." your hands fiddled with the paper wrapped around your cup as you fought tears. 

A hole formed in his chest. It seemed that all the color and life you managed to bring to his face drained instantly. He was devoid of any and everything.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." 

A tear fell and you wiped it from your eye then cast your eyes down at the floor. 

"So that's it then?" he bit his tongue in an effort to hold back everything else he wanted to say and ask. 

"I'm sorry," was all you managed to get out before the tears took over. Your cup was still full when you walked out of the cafe and so was his.

The body and mind are complicated things — the body wanted to follow but the mind told him to leave you be. So he did what most fools would do. He waited a minute only to get up and see if you were still outside. If he'd only looked down the alley, he would've seen that you didn't even make it to your car since you were crying behind the building. 

You scrolled through your texts and pictures, torturing yourself: "Delete?", hover, "Cancel". If you could've said anything to make it better it would've been: You deserve better. Yet, you were being a coward so you deleted the message. Kento was doing the same thing at this moment. Except his unsent message read: How can I make this better?, I want you, Please tell me what I can do differently. However, he wasn't known to pine for anyone so he never sent it. Maybe it could be different but you were being stubborn and adamant about pushing him away, which meant, he should give you space ... right? 

Hearing your moans bounce off the walls felt weird. A part of you cringed at how you clutched onto the sheets as the knot in your core tightened — Golden Haired Boy. You suppressed a whimper as you shut your eyes, feeling the nerves at your bud go numb from the force of your vibrator.

"Oh, f-' the toy went silent as you fell from your climax. Your fingers pressed the button once, then twice, and repeatedly when it didn't turn back on. You dropped your head onto your pillow "Fuck."

Sex may have been a priority for you then but food sits at the top of Maslow's pyramid. The low growl of your stomach reminded you of that as you frowned from your unmet satisfaction. You needed food which required grocery shopping, which meant cooking, which you had zero energy for. While standing in the Frozen Meals section, you saw the back of his head in the distance. That familiar pit formed in your stomach as you looked straight ahead at the various bags of pasta in front of you. Without thinking about it any longer, you grabbed the first one within reach then dashed to the registers. You headed for self check out since that was the shortest line and kept an eye out for the next available station. 

As you watched like a hawk, you got a whiff of his scent. You glanced back and judging by the soft blush in his cheeks, he didn't expect to see you here either. 

Heat crawled from your feet to your head as you thought about what to say or do. Automatically, you wanted to smile at the sight of him but you couldn't ... you shouldn't. He was an ex now. 

"Hi." 

His face had a stern softness "Hi." 

In the next few seconds, you each got a glimpse at the other person's basket. You had your frozen pasta, cookies, and batteries ... how odd, he thought. He only had bread and a bottle of wine, since he drunk the last one with you and never went out to get more. 

"Excuse me," a stranger interjected "are you two together?" 

You pinched your brows while Kento tried to keep a straight face. "No!" you said, overlapping Kento's "It's complicated." 

The stranger looked at you both dumbfounded. "I meant ... for self checkout. Are you two together?" 

It felt like your soul dared to leave your body, 

"No." you answered before heading over to the next available station. 

Of course, with your luck, Kento took a station that just so happened to be next to you. After catching a glimpse of you, he opened his mouth then shut it. His hands placed his items into the brown paper bag then grabbed his receipt. He moved slowly as his brain worked overtime in thinking of what to say, "I'll see you around?" 

When your eyes met his, it felt like it should be. Soft, warm, comforting. The pink hue you grew to love and had to part with covered his cheeks. It took everything in you to not smile like a lovesick puppy, so you gave him a nod and a buried smile.

A lump hardened in your throat as he left you for the first time. The sky was gray once you walked to your car. Rain trickled from the sky and you were thankful because no one could see you crying.

Ten minutes. 600 seconds he spent, sipping wine, breaking off bread and his attitude bit by bit as he watched his phone anticipating a text or call from you. He picked up his silent device then set it back down after seeing "No New Notifications". 

A sigh fell from his lips as he unlocked his phone, hazel eyes focusing on your name. The wine started to taste sour in his mouth. If only your lips could be his anecdote. His thumbs danced across the screen while he poured his heart out. After reading the sappy paragraph, he made some edits and came up with: I miss you. It was simple but it was the truth. He hit send then stared at his phone, waiting for a response.

It wasn't like the movies. You weren't crying over a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream, because the market was all out, but also because you were lying in bed. Of course, you were thinking of him the whole time. How his hands would feel, what he'd be saying to you and his lips on your skin. You buried your face into your pillow and let out a medley of noises. You were so lost in your own needy state, you didn't see the text from Kento. 

It'd been an hour and he still hadn't heard back from you. The half empty bottle of wine stared back at him. He bit his lip as he looked at the message he sent earlier. His thumb tapped away at the screen: Can we at least talk about this like adults?

His stomach grumbled. The bread wasn't enough and he meant to get more but he couldn't force himself to walk down the freezer aisle when he saw you, so he made a beeline for checkout where he ironically bumped into you anyway. He didn't like ordering takeout but he'd rather hide in his home than risk running into you right now. 

You turned onto your back and panted into the stale air of your place, trembling from the fading feeling of your orgasm. Out of habit, you checked your phone even though you were suddenly tired. Your eyes blurred at the sight of Kento's name in your notifications. Surely, you were dreaming.

When you woke from your somewhat peaceful slumber, your eyes landed on the mountain of clothes piling in the corner. It could be considered the accent piece of your hectic home. Wrappers were littered around your room, along with a few plastic bottles and trinkets intentionally misplaced. In an attempt to ignore your responsibilities, you checked your phone. A blank expression stared into your eyes as you tried to power it on again. 

Left without an alternative, you placed it on the charger then climbed out of bed. After a few minutes, your place started to look like a home again and not a hole of heartbreak. It wasn't until you started to hum in the shower that you realized you hadn't spoken all morning. You chuckled at the thought only for your smile to fade when you realized the song you were humming was one Kento recommended. 

You tugged your clothes onto your body as if they were the reason for your sour mood. DING! your phone came back to life. Your heart jumped to your throat when you read: 

I miss you. 

Can we at least talk about this like adults?

Your thumbs moved back and forth before clumsily typing out: Sorry I missed this. I was busy last nigh—  you shook your head as you deleted the text.

He wasn't prone to hangovers but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a thing now. Kento took some aspirin along with his morning shower. When that didn't do, he drank some tea to ease his headache and heart. 

DING! his ears perked up: I'm sorry about the late response. I went to bed without checking my phone last night and missed this. I want to explain but I can't... you should be with someone better. 

A mixed state of shock and confusion painted his face: I don't want anyone else.

The sounds of his smooth and steady voice filled every inch of you when you read his text. Tears stung the corners of your eyes until you let them flow. 

Intermission is known as a waiting period between act one and act two but you asked yourself, what happens next? Days went by. You were operating from second nature. Constantly fluctuating between autopilot and the bare minimum. You wanted to go out yesterday but every little thing overwhelmed you. Glances and low conversation between strangers made your palms sweat. Today seemed better though so you got dressed and headed to a new bookstore that recently opened up. 

The smell of the pages calmed you as you walked in. Only a few people were there and your shoulders eased as you explored the shop. You were scanning the spines of nonfiction books when you bumped into someone. 

"I'm s-" your face dropped when you turned around. 

The wide hazel eyes softened at the sight of you "I'm sorry. Are you ok?" 

An awkward silence eased its way between the two of you then.

"... are you following me?" 

 "No," Kento's brows pinched "I get what this looks like but I can assure you I'm not. I've been meaning to come here but haven't had the time until today." 

"Plus, it's Sunday so there's less people." 

He nodded in agreement then studied your face before speaking again. 

"Please, don't."

"I don't mean to pry, I just want to understand." 

"Kento, please." 

He had a look of disappointment on his face but that changed when he noticed you tearing up. 

"I can't," you wiped your nose which stated to run "I can't do this and I swear it's not you. You're perfect," your half-hearted chuckle made the corner of his lip turn up. 

"I... you need to be with somebody else." 

"But I want you." 

The longer you looked at him, the tighter your chest felt. As if you were trying to cage all the love and affection you had for him. Your eyes fell to the floor and you made a small noise which caught in your throat. He reached out for you then frowned slightly when you stepped back.

"I didn't mean to—" 

"It's fine," you wiped your face "I should go." you stormed off without allowing him to get another word in. 

Tears filled his eyes as he glanced at the nonfiction books sitting on the shelf. Love's Bite was staring back at him, a black spine with bold white letters. He blinked back tears then moved to towards the back of the shop so he could be alone.

Kento didn't want to be that guy but he didn't know what else to do. He tried reading, cooking, watching tv, talking with friends, doing a puzzle, and he still thought of you. So that's how he ended up in the gym on a Tuesday night lifting weights. If his limbs were burning maybe he'd think about the pain and not your face. Truth be told, your face flashed across his mind when he did push ups. It was a double edged sword. The thought of you under him made him sweat. The soft pants from doing pushups morphed into something primal at the image.

Five days... was that too long, you asked yourself while swaying side to side with a basket in your hands. A carefully curated collection of his favorite things and that which reminded you of him. After a moment of silence, you knocked on the door again. When no one responded, you cursed under your breath. 

Kento slowed to a stop when he made it to his floor. He watched you scratch your head and mutter something to yourself. Though his face was placid, his heart beat ten times faster. The cold metal from his key heated up in his hands, "Yes?"

"Kento, hi." 

Within that brief moment, your eyes scanned him from top to bottom. The jacket hanging over his arms along with the hard crease in the dips of his shirt indicated that it was a rough day. His cheeks burned as he hoped you'd ask him about it. His mind was filled with notebooks full of things he'd been dying to tell you. Questions he wanted to ask in hopes of getting to know you more. Quips he wanted to share just so you could laugh and say "that's so corny".

"I brought you this," you held out the basket "as an apology. I also wanted to talk if you have time." 

"Of course."

When he stepped in front of you to open the door, your eyes glanced at his undercut. You tried to compose yourself when he turned around and gestured for you to go in first.

He noticed how you hesitated to take off your shoes and make yourself comfortable.

"I have some extra slippers if you want those."

"I'm okay, I'm just a little nervous." you placed your shoes next to his.

"Why?" 

"I'm just afraid you'll hate me after I say what I have to say." 

"I could never hate you." 

"You're just saying that." 

"I'm serious," he placed the basket you gifted him onto the table then walked toward the kitchen. 

"I'll be right there. Do you want a drink?" 

"Just water, please." 

You fiddled with your hands until he came back with your cup. The both of you took a seat and sipped from your cups. It didn't occur to you that he was waiting for you to speak until you found yourself just staring at him. 

"Right, I should at least give you an explanation. I really do like you... a lot. Which is why I wanted to break up. I could tell that my feelings for you were real and it scared me because... well," you looked off as if the answer would appear in thin air, like something from a script or teleprompter. "I find it hard to believe that you'd really like me as I am. I feel like I'm not good enough for you and I don't want you to be disappointed later on." 

You blinked away at incoming tears when you heard the truth being spilled from your heart. 

"You're good enough for me." he answered in a simple tone. 

"Kento—" 

"Darling, if this is what you really want, I'll respect it but know that I'll always choose you." 

You tried to steady your breath after hearing his words. It was hard for you to compose yourself long enough to speak. 

"What do you want?" seeing you were still speechless, he walked over to comfort you. "If you really want me to leave, just tell me and I will." 

The eerie silence threatened to loom over you, but you decided to stop thinking for once and simply speak.

"I want you to call me darling again ... and again. I want to hold hands and kiss. I want to walk in the park and dance in the kitchen at 1 a.m.," a smile broke through as you locked eyes with him, "I want to be with you." 

Your mouth twisted as you tried to hold back tears but it didn't work. The caged animal known as your heart finally roamed free. Kento held you close to his chest, his warmth enveloped you like a blanket.

"That's it then. We'll walk in the park and talk until midnight and do whatever else you want to do, my love." he kissed the top of your head. 

"You don't have to change for me by the way. I'd prefer you don't." 

You wiped your face "What?" 

"I like you as you are." 

"... I like you too," you buried your face in his chest "have you been working out?" 

Kento's singed, "Yes." 

You chuckled "Was this part of your plan to get me back?" 

He laughed lightly at the half-truth "Maybe." 

Epilogue:

The air was warm, not only because the heater was on, but because that's what you two had cultivated over the past year: a warm home. Granted, you spent the last few weeks perusing houses available in the area, without much luck, yet you had each other and that was enough.

"You won't believe how cold it is outside!" you shucked off your shoes then wiggled your toes in your socks. "Hey, don't you work tomorrow? If you do, you should wear your coat." 

As you went on with the Mother Hen act, you glanced around the apartment and pouted when you didn't see him.

"Kento, sweetheart?" your hands hooked your jacket onto the coat rack then you sauntered around the space.

You nearly jumped out of your body when he appeared out of the hallway. He took you in his arms and kissed you without saying a word. The smell of amber and citrus wrapped itself around you with each second you spent in his embrace. His thumbs caressed your cheeks. The warmth of his hands brought your cold body back to life.

"Welcome home."

The sound of his voice saying those words made your heart melt. You placed your hands over his then rested your head on his chest. His heart beat steadily as he held you close to him.

Author's Note: I love this pairing. He loves you. You love him. It's simple and as it should be. It took me forever to get this out but I'm glad I waited. I actually, really, really like this... a lot.

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[jadeee]

Sweets for the Sweetest

Kento makes dessert for dinner with your family and for you as well.

Word Count: 500 I actually want to make the cake mentioned in this story. Here's the recipe for anyone interested! @luneariaa another one down, two more to go. Oh... three.. I forgot one.

It was like any other evening with Kento by your side working on dinner as you did whatever small task he gave you. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, he made sure to take on most (if not all) of the tasks. Although, he still had a hard time resisting you when you offered to help; so, that's how you ended up cutting herbs for the entree. 

"How was lunch with your mom?"

"You should've seen her. She kept showing me screenshots of things she saw for the baby."

A smile spread across his face as he washed his hands.

"It was good though! She wants to have a family dinner on Sunday."

"What should we bring? I've had my eye on this new recipe. Maybe, I'll try that."

His smile faded when he noticed you crying.

"What's wrong?" he rested his hand on your shoulder.

"Nothing. It's just so sweet and wholesome." you wiped your eyes "and endearing."

Kento's eyes softened at the sight of you tearing up over something so simple. The feeling of his hand rubbing your back caused more tears. 

"Can you make the lemon cake with the blueberries?" your voice became tense and ragged as you started to cry fully. 

Without hesitation, he embraced you with open arms.

"I'll make you your own. How's that?" he continued to rub your back "Just for you. Well, the two of you."

He planted a kiss on the top of your head then caressed the side of your belly, smiling to himself.  Your cries continued, swelling into a mix of gratitude and adoration which only he could make out nowadays. You uttered a "thank you" against your husband's tear-stained shirt.

That sweet, tart familiar scent drew you into the kitchen. You walked in grinning from ear to ear, "Is that?"

Kento nodded as he placed the piping hot lemon blueberry quark cake onto the platter. When he moved to take off the oven mitts, you saw the delicacy in all its glory, along with its twin.

"You made two?!" your voice waivered as you approached him with a pout and tears in your eyes. 

Instinctively, he held you in his arms as you released a torment of tears. His hands gave you a gentle squeeze as you sobbed at his gesture. "One for the family dinner and another just for you."

You two spent the past hour watching funny videos and chipping away at the cake he reserved for home. He was in the middle of talking when he looked over and noticed you were asleep with a few crumbs sitting on top of your belly. His fingertips collected them carefully. You'll have your own soon enough, he thought to himself. In the dim light of the room, he saw a small bump appear then vanish. A soft laugh left the dad-in-waiting as he placed his hand over that very spot.

"Soon enough, little one. Just a few more months."

Kento felt something push against his hand and the corners of his eyes filled with tears.

— Author's Note — Aw, imagine him making this as a birthday cake for your kid. This cake is supposed to be from the Danish culture -- I say supposed to be because sometimes the internet isn't right haha. Anyway, you'd both make it a point for your kid to be aware of their cultural background so I can see this cake having a lot of meaning.

— P.S. — He ocassionally tears up when making this cake because he remembers when he felt the baby cake after plucking the crumbs off your belly.

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[jadeee]

Golden Frame

After your date at the art museum, Nanami shows you how much you mean to him.

Word count: 2.6k

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Author's Note: We can call this a self-insert...

Music played softly in the background as Nanami drove towards your date destination. You looked beautiful, as always. He was enjoying your company, as always ... but something felt different. His eyes were still on the road but every now and then they glanced over to your bare legs in the passenger seat. It was the first time you wore a skirt. A soft crease formed between his brows while he crafted theories in his mind. When you were looking out the window, he glanced at your lips... no lipstick. He faced forward with knitted brows but the crease softened at the sound of your voice.

"Do you have a favorite art piece?"

"... actually, I'm not sure ..." he answered half shocked, "I haven't been to an art museum in a while so I look forward to going."

"Really?! This is one of my favorite places."

"That makes it all the more special." 

He wanted to reach over and take your hand in his but he recalled how nervous you were the last time you two were together. Alone and on his couch. More importantly, how you seemed to shrink into yourself when his hands reached for your hips and how you kept repeating "I'm sorry, I can't,". He prided himself on being patient, when it mattered, and you mattered to him; so, he simply smiled at you instead.

 Your eyes scanned the room and took in the large golden frames, various sculptures, and prints on the wall. Nanami happily followed you to the first thing that caught your eye. The two of you spent the next few minutes walking near each other, only to lean over then whisper about the artwork you were studying.

"How do you think they do it?"

"With patience and practice." he silently repeated the words to himself.

"I have an idea,"

The golden haired man faced you. Oddly enough, he looked like one of the men in the paintings in that moment. Strong and stern with a hidden softness that only the artist could capture.

"Why don't we split up and meet back here in thirty minutes? We can show each other our favorite piece."

"Okay," he nodded then watched you start to walk off. 

You walked along a glass pane which held a large painting toward the center. He followed your every step on the opposite side and a smile blossomed on his face whenever you glanced back at him. When you reached the end and saw he wasn't there, your smile shrunk. However, our love drunken fool was standing in the center of the painting, watching the scene unfold. When he thought about it, he felt light like a Monet painting. As his eyes scanned the artwork on the walls, he couldn't help but see your face.

You were standing in front of a sculpture when he approached you from behind.

"Has it been thirty minutes already?"

"No," he slid his hands in his pockets "I just couldn't resist."

The soft laugh that came from you filled his heart. He read the title card of the sculpture, Psyche Revived By Cupid's Kiss.

"Are you familiar with their story?"

"I am. You kind of remind me of him."

The corner of his lip turned up, "How?"

"You hide yourself sometimes ... at least until you trust others."

He looked forward and tried not to smirk at your well thought analysis.

As you two stood side by side once again, you felt his fingertips brush against your hand. Without hesitation, you took them in yours.

Your heart beat faster as you crossed the threshold. He helped you out of your jacket then set aside your purse while you took off your shoes. The wheels turned and creaked in your mind as he offered you a drink. You responded with your choice of poison before making your way to the couch - where it always started and ended. Kento's shoulders dropped slightly when his eyes landed on you sitting on the couch. He studied your frame as he handed you your glass. Grateful for the liquid courage, you quietly thanked him and hoped it would ease your anxieties.

Too nervous to stay still, you rose to your feet and studied what little art Nanami did have on the wall. 

"Do these mean anything?"

He stayed in his seat "No, not really. It's just for decoration."

"Hm ... If you did have art with meaning though, what would you have?" you faced him with a playful smirk.

He sipped his drink to hide the effect you were having on him. "Well," he stood then walked toward you "Psyche revived by Cupid's kiss."

"Oh, you're just saying that because we saw it earlier."

"No, I'm saying that because it means something to me."

When you felt his hands hold your face, you backed into the table behind you.

"What's that?" you held his gaze.

He pressed his lips against yours in a soft and tender kiss in response. His body felt warm as your hands finally held him for the first time that night. Within minutes, you ended up where you always do on nights like this: the couch, his couch, with him hovering over you and your fingers starting to comb through his hair when you say,

"I cant, I'm sorry." you cover your face.

His hands pressed into the couch cushion. 

"What's wrong?" his hands gently pull yours away from your face, "You can talk to me."

Your eyes dart to the wall then back up at him "I'm just a bit ... embarrassed. I try to control myself around you but I can't."

A soft smile showed on his face "You don't have to."

"I know but ... I don't want to get my hopes up and it doesn't last." your eyes flicked up at him "Us, I mean. Not the sex." You chuckled nervously from the simple misunderstanding and covered your face again.

He smiled to himself as he pulled your hands down again.

"Hi."

You grinned, "Hi."

He cupped your cheek in his hand, "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?"

Your heart skipped a beat when he continued to caress your skin as you tried to find the words.

"Because I don't know who I am around you. It's like I become this whole other person..."

His hazel eyes noticed the softness and slight fear in your eyes paired with the small sound of your voice. The softness coupled with the ounce of fear and the hope that he'd understand. When he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and felt you grip the sides of his shirt, he suppressed a moan.

"You're my girlfriend," and possibly my wife, he thought to himself "and there's nowhere else I'd rather be than by your side."

Your lips faltered when you tried to respond but he saw the tears form in your eyes and only saw fit to wipe them away.

"I'm your what?"

"You're my girlfriend," and Mrs. Kento - in - waiting, he planted a kiss on your forehead.

His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth which was stuck in a shocked grin, "What?"

"Nothing... it's... we haven't had that talk yet and I didn't know..." you ended the sentence with a chuckle.

"I should've made it more obvious," Nanami gave you another gentle kiss then got up from the couch. He grabbed your glasses and headed toward the kitchen "We can talk if that's what you wa--"

It took everything he had to not drop the glass cups when you tugged on his shirt and pulled him toward you in a kiss. The two of you held onto each other as he walked backwards to the nearest counter top and set the glasses down. You let out a loud laugh when he picked you up unexpectedly and carried you to his room.

His kisses started out sweet and innocent but with each second he spent holding you, gripping your skin, you felt his hunger. It'd been a while so you couldn't blame him. Plus you were wearing that skirt. Not to mention, the way you purposely left those top buttons undone on your blouse. He was hovering over you again, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck when he confessed "I lied earlier when I was talking about my favorite art piece. It wasn't that painting I pointed out. It's you."

Despite the compliment and the sincerity behind it, he saw the slight doubt in your eyes.

"You're gorgeous and no picture can ever fully capture that."

You smirked and laughed.

"You don't believe me?"

"I didn't say that," you sat up slightly and he moved to give you some space.

"What is it then?"

You tilted your head as you mulled it over then nodded "Okay, maybe I don't believe it." 

Although you tried to play it off, Nanami still had that aura of stern softness on his face.

"Would it help if I show you?"

A smirk showed then and you felt something you'd only felt on lonely nights; yet this time you weren't alone or lonely. Your nod gave Nanami the permission he needed and so desperately craved. Despite his seemingly insatiable appetite for you, he moved with a slow, passionate deliberateness. His tongue pushed into your mouth as his hands wrapped around your torso, with his legs straddling you so you didn't have anywhere to go. He wanted you all to himself. He wanted to cherish you. He wanted to treat you like art, a masterpiece. Careful, slow and steady, meticulous.

His mouth worked down your neck and made a short visit to your chest. Your breath picked up as his kisses continued downward, slowly peeling away the layers that were between you two. His eyes looked up at you when he slipped off your skirt. A small smirk rested on his face when he saw your brows go up and mouth part slightly in anticipation.

The soft kisses on your inner thigh elicited a moan from you. The sound alone was enough for him then but he wouldn't stop. Not because he wasn't satisfied but because he wasn't done worshipping you yet. Your noises filled the room as he licked, nipped, and sucked on you. When your hands gripped at his hair, he moaned and you felt the hum move throughout your body. He pushed his tongue deeper to get more of your taste.

"Na- Ken-," your thighs started to close in on him but he didn't budge. When you started to push him away, he felt conflicted. He decided to pull back slightly, "Do you want me to stop?"

"I-" you moaned at your ongoing orgasm and he gently rubbed at your bud.

"Fuck, Nanami." you whined softly as you pressed your head deeper into the pillows.

His fingers moved in a slow circular motion as he inched closer to your face "Do you want me stop?" he asked again softly then put his mouth on your nipple. The feeling of his tongue going over your flesh gave you goosebumps. 

"N-no," you stammered with eyes shut.

"Are you sure?" his fingers moved a bit faster at your bud.

You started to pant and nodded helplessly. He smiled at the scene then kissed your cheek, "I won't go easy on you." His fingers slipped inside of you effortlessly as his mouth attached itself to your bud once more. You cried out and gripped his hair which made him grunt... which made you cum... which only made him push his tongue deeper into you.

You moaned then moved against his mouth. He wouldn't admit it but he was already thinking about wedding bands in his head then. When you came on his fingers, he pulled them out and replaced them with his tongue.

"I can't take it!" you clutched onto his sheets which you perfectly ruined as soon as you two started this little dance. He pulled back for a short moment only to say "Yes, you can," he kissed your bud "you're doing so good."

"Nanami," you whimpered as he continued to make out with your cunt. He wasn't satisfied until you started to climax and even then he wasn't done.

Moments later, he was pounding into you, gripping the headboard in one hand and holding yours in the other. At one point, you both heard a crack but didn't pay it any mind. He was kissing your face and neck until he started to reach his own climax; when he buried his head in the crook of your shoulder and grunted repeatedly. You were already on your umpteenth wave of ecstasy by then. All you could do was clutch onto him and that was enough.

This must be what it's like to feel at peace, Nanami held you in a warm embrace. The last few minutes consisted of you two being like this. Holding each other, drawing imaginary lines on skin, and smiling whenever you looked into the other person's eyes. The only difference was that his smile remained even when his eyes weren't locked on yours. He couldn't look away and he didn't want to, even if it did seem creepy.

You noticed the soft look on his face, "What?"

"I'm just admiring you, that's all."

He didn't expect you to say anything back but he was grateful for your small smile.

"I was going to wait but I think now is a good time."

You watched him with raised brows as he reached for something. He handed you a postcard which had your favorite piece of artwork on the cover. You took it in your hands then flipped it over and read his handwriting on the back:

Truly beautiful but I can think of something better.

When you looked at him, you saw the sparkle in his eyes.

"Thank you."

He held your face in his hands and kissed your forehead.

Normally, he'd be making coffee by now but he decided to indulge himself. Besides, how could he leave you in bed alone? He didn't want you to wake up and think the worst. You could talk a good game but you were the nervous type. He traced the curve of your brow lightly with his fingertip and chuckled when you crinkled your nose.

When you did wake up, he was there, ready to greet you with a soft smile. You were half awake and only heard the word 'breakfast' to which you just nodded. He chuckled to himself when you held onto his hand as he tried to get out of bed. A gentle blush spread across his cheeks as he sat down by your side again.

"Take all the time you need." he rested his lips against your forehead for a brief moment then caressed your cheek, which would become a daily habit. With your eyes still shut, you took his hand in yours and kissed it, tucking it under your chin as if it were for safe keeping. Nanami found himself moving closer to you so you could rest your head in his lap.

After a few minutes, he reluctantly left the room to cook breakfast and so you could get more rest if need be. Soon the smell of whatever he was making woke you from your dreams. You held your hands behind your back as you stepped into the kitchen. When he faced you, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks at the sight of you in his shirt and boxers.

"Do you have to work today?"

He leaned against the counter as he took in the view of his favorite artwork "I can be a few minutes late."

Later, when his colleague asked why he was late, Nanami simply responded "I had some important business to tend to."

Author's Note: Just when I thought I was done writing for Kento, I come up with this. He really does smthn to me 🤧anyway, thanks for reading! As always, reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated 💓

p.s.: i think the painting he would've picked as his favorite would've been something like a house on a hill. he yearns for tranquility {and domesticity} so a simple painting like that would tug at his heart strings.

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[jadeee]

My Teddy Bear

You decided to make a tattoo out of Kento's freckles.

Word Count: 400

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Author's Note: Inspired by this fanart by @yuutaguro!!

The two of you lay in bed, limbs entangled, slowing your breathing, after indulging in each other for hours. Nanami was lying on your chest now, enjoying the soft touch of your fingers playing with his hair. Your eyes wandered over his shoulders and the multitude of tiny freckles that adorned them.

"Y'know, if it weren't for moments like this, I wouldn't know you have freckles."

The feel of your fingertips on his skin was warm as you traced lines to and from. You stopped for a moment but he didn't complain, until he felt something small drag across his skin. 

He glanced back at you, "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a tattoo."

"With a pen?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, with a pen." you mimicked his tone and he shook his head as he tolerated it.

He studied your doodles in the mirror. You connected a few of his freckles to create a constellation with your shared initials in the center. Then you drew a heart, of course, but there was something that seemed out of place.

"A teddy bear?"

"Because you're soft ... you can be like an actual bear too. Protective and reserved but you're my teddy bear."

His fingertips found their way to your waist and you couldn't help but laugh at how close he pulled you in. Not close enough for a kiss, because that was too easy, but just enough to feel his breath hit your lips when he repeated your new nickname for him. Your lips collided and he took you back to bed for the third time that night.

Epilogue:

Euphoric. That was the only way to describe it. His hands squeezed at your hips and each movement was accompanied by a sound. The room was a medley of noises really. It was hard to make out which belonged to whom; so, when you heard his voice, you tried to focus.

"Say it again."

"I love you,"

He chuckled and looked at you expectantly while he waited. You creased your brows unsure of why he hadn't said it back then smiled at the realization.

"... teddy bear," you playfully rolled your eyes when you saw him waiting for more "my teddy bear."

You cupped his cheek with your free hand, he leaned into your touch and rested his hand over yours. His eyes twinkled in that bedroom light, the look of love making its home on his face and his heart. Just when you thought it wasn't possible, he moved with more passion. "I love you too," he kissed your forehead as he went on to prove it to you.

Author's Note: I'd make it a habit to doodle on his shoulder and kiss it every morning for good luck. {hear me out lol} He'd prob lecture me about ink poisoning but he may get a little disappointed when I stop and don't put up a fight. "Why'd you stop?" "Because you lectured me." "I didn't tell you to stop though." "I- hehe... okay, c'mere."

Call him Teddy for short when you're out buying groceries and find yourself being [redacted] into when he [redacted] [redacted] and [redacted] until [redacted] in your car behind the store.

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[jadeee]

Living with Nanami - Part 2

feel free to read part 1 here 🛋️ I poured my heart into the first one and what do you know, I did the same thing here. this is incredibly long so consider youreself warned.

Not a lot of pillows on the couch or bed. It's just not practical. Honestly, he doesn't really care too much about this so he lets you have free reign. As long as it's comfortable enough to relax on, he's happy.

If you're like most people, your plants are barely surviving. They only get water when you remember. You don't think much about re-potting them, fluffing the soil, or moving them toward the sun from time to time; so, that unintentionally becomes Nanami's part time job. He can'r just leave them to die! Because then you'll complain, then buy another plant only for it to wilt within a matter of days.

The routine he develops is actually quite nice. He takes care of your plants every Saturday morning while you're still in bed - wiping their leaves of dust, checking how damp the soil is, looking for pests. When you comment on how well they're growing he simply says "Yes, they are," feeling a bit of pride swell in his chest.

Self-insert: One night, you two paint some terracotta pots together. Nanami isn't really sure what he's doing. He's not very artsy or creative; it comes so naturally to you and he's a bit envious because you make it look easy. The corner of his mouth was tight as he dragged the paint brush across the fragile pot in his hand. When he pulled back, he eyed it with obvious disappointment. {** pls read the footnote to hear the inspo behind this}

You sensed your husband's uneasiness like an incoming storm. "Ken, let me see." your voice was soft as you leaned over and he turned his handiwork toward you. Your eyes tried to make sense out of the shapes and lines.

"It's supposed to be an animal."

"... oh..."

"Is it really that bad?"

Heat filled your face "What?! No! It's," you studied the piece "abstract."

A soft grumble left him then but he perked up when you grabbed his artwork from him then started to add to it. After a moment, you flashed him the newly improved piece which was another little creature by the animal along with your shared initials. A remnant of a smile flashed across his face.

If you read part 1, do you remember that special framed object I mentioned? It's actually a memento from one of your earlier dates. You're cleaning your purse out one day when Kento walks over and notices an old receipt. He's a bit surprised when you don't throw it out. A smile forms when he hears you say "It means a lot to me." Because it's personal, it's in the bedroom away from prying eyes. Whenever he looks at it, he remembers that moment and it makes him feel warm, safe... loved.

Please don't hang those pictures and things on your own. He doesn't want you to accidentally fall or hurt yourself, so he prefers to do it. Maybe it's just me but I get the feeling these would be perfectly hung. Nice and straight, not slightly crooked.

Always interested to see how you'll redecorate the place when you get "bored". He'll study your Pinterest board and even search for things in his free time -- although he may not tell you. When I say 'search', I mean he's a collaborator on your board so he's adding notes and inspiration when he has the time but he's also searching for what you have so you can actually put it into your home. Imagine coming home one day to a package and he's not there yet. You: Hey, did you order this? *image* Kento: I did. I was hoping to get home first so I could set it up as a surprise. You: Aww! What is it? Kento: Don't open it. Just wait until I get there. You: Okay .... but what is it? Kento: Don't. Open. It. You: But.. Kento: 🫥 You: 🧍‍♀️... please? Kento: No. You: .... just a peek? Kento: (y/n), no. ~His sixth sense kicked in when you didn't respond right away.~ Kento: You did it anyway, didn't you? You: Sorry, I couldn't help it but aaahhhh I LOVE IT! TYSM! 🥰 Kento: You can be so impatient. You're welcome ❤️ Just don't set it up without me, ok? I don't want you to hurt yourself. You: Okay 😊 thank you, dear darling husband💐 Kento: You're welcome, sweetheart ❤️ I love you. You: I love you too, prob more Kento: Oh, don't start. You: 🤭

Side note: he really loves when you call him sweet little nicknames or things like 'darling'. No one's ever seen him in that light so you calling him something so soft and endearing makes his heart sing.

In regard to texting and all things tech, he's a fast learner but he doesn't dedicate himself to keeping up with these kind of things. So when you mention a new game system or getting a DVD player or projector {I saw a tiktok months ago where this lady's living room setup was a projector instead of a TV and now I want one} he's a bit indifferent. He doesn't really care as long as it's not costly and smthn you'll only use sparingly, go for it. Don't be surprised when he starts using it though, after you teach him ofc lol. Imagine coming home early after runngin errands and he's playing your switch 😂 I can also see him using emojis without knowing their intent {example: the sweat emoji}. If you get a DVD player or have anything similar, he actually loves it. He's a milennial {hope I got that right} so the whole thing is nostalgic for him. It makes him feel young again.

He'd have a few special movies that are close to his heart and remind him of better days before he met you. I'd bet everything I own that he has a DVD of the movie(s), he and Yu would watch. He doesn't watch it at first because he already tears up just holding it in his hand so it sits on the shelf for a while. When you inquire about it, he briefly talks about it. He's already told you about Yu and his entire past so you're not surprised. He loves how you don't push him to talk any further though, you're a quiet comfort and he couldn't ask for anything more. One day, he does watch the movie though, I'd imagine it's when he's by himself. 9 times out of 10 it's some horrible comedy. Yu loved it and Nanami only suffered through it for his friend's sake. As the movie plays on, he chuckles at some horrible joke then gets teary eyed when he hears the echoes of Yu's laughter in his mind. "Y'know he'd be proud of you, right?" he hears your words playback in his head then wipes his tears.

He's a laundry wizard. I remember seeing a post a long time ago that said smthn like 'we know he's great at laundry because how does he get all the blood off his clothes'. Can't find it but shoutout to the OP. This would honestly come in clutch for whatever period incidents you have {bc it happens}. I love this though bc he's completely unfazed when it first happens. He sees you rushing to the bathroom and watches you try to get it out then just says he can take care of it. Imagine just watching him to learn 😭he gets a little flustered but tries to maintain his seriousness.

"Wait," you move closer to him until you're peering over his shoulder. Your scent envelops him and he hates how quickly the blood rushes to his cheeks.

"Hm?" he stops working at the stain then looks back at you.

"How much of that stuff did you use?"

"Just a capful."

"Oh, okay." you remain close to him "Continue."

He didn't speak. He couldn't so he just did as told, rubbing out the stain with you hovering over his shoulder.

Actually gets a bit upset when he sees you taking the trash out for the first time. He doesn't yell but he simply stands by you and takes the bag out of your hands with a "I've got it". Tradition gets the best of him at times. His reasoning is that he "doesn't want you to get your hands dirty".

Everything has a designated spot. He'd prefer if you don't move things but if you must, at least tell him first. This actually made me think of the "Honey, where's my super suit?!" scene from The Incredibles lol.

The welcome mat at the front door is what solidified it for him. Seeing it everyday when he unlocks the door just makes him feel so warm. When his eyes land on you popping your head out of the kitchen to greet him with a brief "hey!" they tear up just a bit. He sheds his coat and shoes then walks into the kitchen to wrap his arms around you and bury his head in the crook of your neck. You chuckle out of surprise then wrap your arms around him "Are you ok?" Your fingers find their way to his undercut to give him that comforting caress. He blesses you with one of those low hums of contentment.

Domesticity really brings out the softer side of him. Don't get me wrong, it was always there but the fact that you two now have a place to call your own. It's not an apartment or a small shared space but a house that you've turned into a home. He can paint the walls with you, build a garden, maybe a nursery... he can live here. He can be happy... he can be happy with you.

You don't know he's thinking all of this though. All you know is that one morning, you're glancing out the window and see your husband painting the mailbox. The fabric of your houserobe feels warm on your skin as you step outside. "What are you do-" your eyes land on the white paint of his unfinished work which reads "Nan" in white paint. "I figured we'd be here for a while." he glances at you with rosy cheeks, still holding the paintbrush in his hand. "Where's mine?" He chuckles and hands you his paintbrush then places a kiss on the top of your head. For once, and more to come, he let himself smile fully as he watches you add "a" to your shared last name. "Y'know darling, you shouldn't be out here dressed like that. People may want you for themselves." "I guess you'll have to let them know I'm your wife then." you glance back at him with a smirk then face forward to finish the last detail of your work. When you turn around to hand him the paintbrush, he barely grips it before pulling you in for a brief kiss. The morning feels cool on his skin. The birds are chirping... are they bluejays? He'd find out tomorrow when he wakes up by your side and hears them again.

Author's Note: I think we've established I'm sick for this man made up of lines and colors.

** In season 1, episode 3 of Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan, there's a scene where Uramichi is watching TV and a commercial pops up for the viewer to take a psychological test by drawing simple pictures. One of the pictures is an animal and he draws a dog. He then has to send the picture to other people to see if they can accurately guess what it is and it's meant to show if he/the viewer has personality issues. You should be able to watch the full clip here, just go to 21:00! Lmk if the link works or not - this is honestly such a favorite of mine and I haven't even finished it.

p.s.: I found out about the show when I used to work at the mall, LUSH for pple who are curious, and one of the girls/a customer had this really cool tattoo of this funky looking bird. Idk what it was so ofc I had to ask - then she tells me that her and her friend, who was by her side, have matching ones and that it's from Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan! I made sure to watch the show when I had time and even though I haven't finished it, I plan on it. He's so relatable, too relatable lmbo, and I can see some similarites between Kento and he; so now I have to finish it, right?

p.p.s: if you read all that, here's your reward lol 🧋🌼🥠🍎🫂

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[jadeee]

Comfort Food

You force yourself to go out for Valentine's day and form an unexpected connection with someone.

Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: Main character has insecurities. @luneariaa I've got four other works to upload but this is the first one. Lmk what you think! Also want to mention this was somewhat inspired by @hexblading's post about Nanami prefering hole in the wall spots.

This is bull, your pen scrawled over the paper as you looked out at the multitude of couples seated around you. Each table occupied by a lovely duo while you sat alone with your arms crossed over your chest and a pout painted on your face. 

"Think of it as exposure therapy," your therapist's advice from your last session floated around in your head. "Write down what you see and how you feel."

The waiter came by to refill your glass, "Ready, miss?"

"Not quite." you offered him a small smile, only for him to nod then tend to a couple nearby.

A dull ache grew in your chest at the sound of them laughing. A few tables over you over heard a heartfelt confession. The words worked their way through your bones, making you squirm in your seat. For a moment, you stared at the white linen that covered the table ... white as snow or lace. Tears stung the corners of your eyes while the ache morphed into melancholy. The clink of a glass caught your attention.

You reluctantly checked into reality, wiping your eyes discreetly as you scanned the room. Your eyes landed on a man seated at the table next to you. He was looking dead ahead with a set jaw and neutral facial expression. He checked his phone, stared at it momentarily, then leaned back with a soft sigh. The moment he turned, his eyes locked onto yours for a brief second.

"Sorry," you forced yourself to look away then cleared your throat.

The same voice that made a heartfelt confession moments ago now asked "Will you marry me?" to his beloved. The restaurant broke out into a cacophony of cheers along with claps once the woman proclaimed "Yes!"

Of course, you let out a half hearted chuckle as your eyes swelled with tears again. You leaned back in your chair, intent on holding back sobs while your throat tightened. The man took note of the tenseness in your shoulders along with the way your mouth twitched.

"Excuse me, miss?"

It felt like a rock was lodged in your throat, "It's never me..."

"Miss?" the voice made you set down your pen and turn around.

"Yes?" 

"I know it's not my business but," his brows pinched "are you okay?"

Your eyes held back tears again as you smiled softly "I'll be okay..."

He nodded.

"What about you?" you gestured at the empty chair across from him and he looked where there should've been a body.

His shoulders dropped slightly "I'll be fine."

The waiter came by and noticed you two conversing. His brows raised a few inches at the scene "Oh, are you two together?"

"No." You shook your head while a blush grew on the man's cheeks, "We're only talking." he added.

In an attempt to recover from his miscalculation he asked for your order, which you still didn't have. When he faced the man you were talking with moments ago, he received the same response. The waiter flashed a smile at the two of you before walking off to check on other tables.

Curled o's, rolled m's, and accents stared back at you as you glanced at the menu. "Excuse me... what's your name?"

The man faced you "Nanami and you?"

Your name carried over to his table and he repeated it silently in his head.

"Have you been here before? Is there anything you'd recommend?"

"This is my first time here and honestly, I'm not seeing anything that appetizing." 

His eyes landed on you then traveled down to your lips before he looked at the sheet of cursive again. You were too busy studying the menu to even notice.

"Same. It's a bit disappointing for the prices. Are there any good places nearby that you know of?"

His body faced you fully as he was growing more comfortable "Well, what are you craving?"

"Preferably, anywhere that's not swimming with lovebirds."

He chuckled at your pessimism.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." you grinned then glanced at your hands.

"That's okay."

"I swear, I'm not trying to come onto you either. I know you were waiting on someone... or at least, that's what it looked like."

"It's fine," a hint of a smile showed on his face "now what food are you in the mood for?"

"Anything really but I'd like something warm and comforting right now. I'd also love it if the place had desserts too."

"There's a small place nearby that has great soups, noodles, and cakes. They also have little biscuits too."

"Oh," you perked up "what's it called?"

"Eden Great."

"Like... eating great?"

He nodded then smiled when you laughed. 

"Actually," he studied you for a moment "I think I'll go there myself as well." He stood to his feet then pushed his chair in. The waiter noticed from across the room then walked over to try and appease to him.

"Thank you but the lady and I are going elsewhere." 

Your breath caught in your throat while your eyes bounced between the waiter and Nanami. He simply stood to his feet then offered you his hand "Are you coming?"

"Won't your girlfriend, or partner, be upset?"

"I don't have a girlfriend." he held the door open for you then watched as you walked and waited for him. He noticed how you opened your mouth and he answered what he assumed was your next question.

"Or a wife."

"Oh," you said flatly.

"It's..." he started the walk toward Eden Great "we weren't official. Today was going to be about that but it just didn't work out."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

He glanced over at you "Don't be."

Your eyes studied his for a second. When the sun highlighted the hazel hue, you looked forward then readjusted your purse under your arm. "So, is this place your favorite restaurant?"

"It's one of my favorites. I go there a lot."

As you nodded, your eyes scanned the sidewalk to take note of more couples: old and young. There were a few families out and about as well and the occasional person enjoying their own company.

"Why are you out if you hate Valentine's day so much?"

"What?!" you whipped your head around, "I don't hate Valentine's day."

"Are you sure? There was that comment you made earlier and you seem a bit on edge."

You inhaled as you continued your trek together, then exhaled quietly letting your shoulders drop along the way. "It's supposed to be exposure therapy for me."

"I didn't mean to pry."

"You're not, you make a valid point. I don't hate it, but it's a sore spot for reasons I won't get into. I mean, I just met you. You could be a serial killer." you raise your brows.

"You're walking with me though."

"This is true ..." a smirk grew at your own idiocy "this is where you deny it."

"Is it?" 

You laughed and his ears turned pink at the sound. After a moment, his head faced the sunlight ahead.

"If it's any consolation, I thought you were waiting for someone. I didn't think you intentionally showed up alone." Nanami slid his hands in his pockets then eyed the asphalt beneath his feet, "You're too pretty for that."

You glanced over at him with wide eyes that soon softened "If it's any consolation, I didn't think you'd get stood up."

His chest rose and fell with the same breath "I saw it coming, honestly."

"Damn." you covered your mouth "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay," he couldn't help but smile at your nature "you don't have to apologize by the way."

"S—" your mouth shut then formed a half smile "Okay."

He pressed his lips together to hold their neutral state but the corner turned upward against his wishes.

"It's just," you sighed as you replayed his words in your head "it sucks. I could go on and on about my thoughts on love and romance and Valentine's day but I won't. I don't want to bore you or sound like I'm complaining."

"I'll listen, if you want to vent. I don't mind."

"Are you sure? Because I have a lot to say."

"I have nothing but time."

"Well, I think it's easy to just get lost in it all. The brain chemicals and the gifts and smooches but there's the layer beneath all that but ... there's vulnerability that has to be there and genuineness, y'know?" you glance at him as if you were expecting an answer but he only nods "It's about sharing your fears and dreams but also disagreements on who's going to do the dishes, doing taxes and laundry and taking care of each other when you're sick. Being there to hear rants about your day or the coworker who pissed you off. It's about seeing your scars or your crooked tooth or your quick temper and saying "I still love you". It's," you sigh at a loss for words.

"It's about devotion and dedication. Work." he fills in the gaps.

"Yes," you nod "exactly... and maybe most people do get that and I'm just naive."

"No, you're not." his reassurance takes the weight off your shoulders.

The sign Eden Great stands in the near distance as you both continue toward it.

"Are you a hopeless romantic then?"

You laugh "I suppose. What about you?"

"Undecided." he glanced at you then buried a smirk at the obvious lie. You grinned before he opened the door to the restaurant. The person at the counter beamed at him, "Welcome back!"

Your eyes traveled to the back of his head as he engaged in smooth conversation with the woman. Within minutes, she had you seated with menus and water. The mixture of contentment and amusement on your face captured Nanami's attention then. Your brows weren't pinched compared to when he first saw you. They were smooth, your lips relaxed, and eyes now filled with kindness. 

You flicked your eyes up at him, taking a break from looking at the menu "What?"

"Nothing." he shook his head. 

A moment later, the waitress came by for your orders then took your menus. You were now alone in each other's company at your little island of a wooden table, a napkin dispenser, and a pair of salt and pepper shakers.

"Undecided, huh?"

Nanami crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back. The corner of his lip proudly displaying his dimple at your question. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Why?" you leaned forward "I don't believe you."

"Now I'm a serial killer and a liar?"

You laughed and he grinned at getting what he wanted then sipped from his glass. "I could say the same thing about you, y'know?"

"What?! Oh yeah, because I could totally knock you out and stuff you in my trunk."

"I'm not underestimating you."

You chuckled then kept your eyes on him as you let out a small sigh of contentment. His eyes took in the details of your face. Music filled the air of your little island while you indulged in your shared gaze.

Although you broke your gaze when your food came, he held his for a minute longer. Finally, he looked up at the waitress to give thanks. She studied the light atmosphere between you both and walked away with a soft smile. You nodded as the flavors soaked on your taste buds while the aroma filled your senses. Nanami's heart swelled at the sight of you nodding and humming to yourself.

"What were you writing earlier?"

You covered your mouth as you finished chewing,"I'd rather not talk about it. It's not exactly date material."

"Who said this was a date?"

A grin formed, "Aren't you something."

His muscles twitched at the hidden compliment.

The rest of the meal was accompanied by lighter subjects like your hobbies, favorite books, films, and places you enjoy in the city. When the bill came, you noticed there was only one receipt and Nanami instinctively pulled out his wallet.

"No, I can't let you do that." your hands remained on your purse but he shook his head.

He handed the waitress what was owed "My treat." the look he gave you made your heart melt.

"Well... thank you."

"No need." he stood from the table and offered you his hand which you gladly took in yours. You started the walk back to the parking lot of the restaurant you were supposed to eat at.

"She's a real idiot, whoever she was."

His eyes clouded with a hint of sadness when you mention his situationship. 

"It's not her fault."

"That may be true but I'm sure whatever happened, you two could've worked through it."

"But this wouldn't have happened."

"... you have a habit of leaving me speechless. Y'know that?"

He laughed softly then naturally moved closer to you as you two continued your walk.

"Love is complex, so I'd rather not point the finger."

"It's worth the effort though."

"So, why don't you try?"

Your eyes landed on his "... I'm scared." your heart clawed up to your throat.

"You said it yourself: it's about being vulnerable."

His eyes held your gaze before he looked at the crowded sidewalk. His hand gently grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him as a biker whizzed by yelling "On your right!"

A few others on the side walk turn their heads at the man and complain before continuing their walk. You remain in his grasp as he has you close enough for his cologne to overtake you. You cleared your throat then stepped back. He reluctantly, let you go "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, that biker just scared me for a second." you scratch at the side of your nose while glancing at the pavement.

Nanami noticed how the charm of your necklace beats in time with your heart as it rests in the dip of your neck. Thump-thump-thump-thump. "Do you need anything?"

You shake your head "No. We should get back. They probably towed our cars by now."

The corner of his lip turned up at your comment "I sure hope not."

"I don't know. That waiter may have snitched on us and plotted his revenge already."

He slid his hands in his pockets then surveyed the crowd of people on the street. The old couples walking hand in hand. People leaning their heads onto the other's shoulder. Children laughing with their parents. Your name came from his lips then and you turned to face him.

"Yes?"

"Would you be willing to try?"

Thumpthumpthumpthump. Your breath hitched in your throat as he took one step closer to you. His eyes glanced at the sidewalk you two stood on. Where you walked to a restaurant he's visited several times in the past month and has never enjoyed himself as much as today. They noticed the shoes you wore to match your outfit, which he assumed you planned carefully even though you weren't going out to meet anyone. It just happened that way and it happened to be him. It happened to be you. His eyes locked onto yours as he held his head up. 

"I want to try with you."

Your chest rose and fell with each breath you managed to take. Tears swelled in your eyes which gazed into his and beyond as if you were reading his heart.

"And I'm not a serial killer or a liar."

You laughed at his delayed rebuttal to your earlier comment. A tear fell from your eyes as they crinkled and he reached out to softly wipe it from your cheek. Your cheeks singed from his careful touch. The smile remained on your face while he handled you with care.

"I'm just someone who happened to meet you today and wants to do this again. If you'll have me."

Your throat felt tense as you blinked away incoming tears. You couldn't speak but you nodded then eventually croaked "Yes."

— Epilogue —

You groaned softly as you came to, rolling over expecting your arm to land over your boyfriend's frame but it hit the sheets instead. With closed eyes, you felt around for him but still only felt the linen. Your eyes opened slightly and saw his side of the bed already made. Your head whizzed around to look at the clock but it landed on the vase of flowers by your bed along with a white envelope that read: For my darling.

Your head rested on the pillow again as a smile grew on your face. Kento's handwriting made your heart swell even though you didn't open the letter yet. The purple and blue shades of the forget-me-nots glowed as the sun peered through the curtains.

His head perked up when he heard you stroll into the kitchen. He looked away from the pancakes he was making "Morning, beautiful."

You pouted at the term as you approached him and he set down the spatula. "What's wrong?"

He faced you with a worried look  but when you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest to utter "I love you", he smiled.

"I love you too," his lips planted a kiss on the top of your head. He rubbed your back while resting his head near yours.

"I didn't even read the letter yet."

"Oh, you're really going to cry then."

You giggled and the sound alone made him feel light.. or whole. These days, it was one in the same for him because of you.

— Author's Note — I'm gonna go cry now 💓

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last updated: 2.28.24.

guide:

☕ = coworker!nanami

🍼 = dad!nanami

✉️ = from the inbox

soundtrack

a playlist for him {it’s collaborative!}

songs that make him think of you

drabbles

on the 1st day of kindergarten 🍼

not being there when you go into labor 🍼

the little one helps in the kitchen 🍼

christmas party + mistletoe ✉️☕

his appetite for you

angst(ish)

muse of mundanity ☕

push and pull

my love mine all mine

lemon

golden frame {18+ only}

renaissance artist nanami {18+ only}

lime

the cat in the copy room ☕

fluff

shared space ☕

gojo’s pretty friend

spoiling him on a workday

my teddy bear

accidentally eating his food ☕

this is a life 🍼

comfort food

sweets for the sweetest 🍼

headcanons

baking bread together

coworker!nanami ☕

tired💤nanami

christmas with the family 🍼

living with nanami - part 1

living with nanami - part 2

god, i love this man.

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