Nanami is the type of boyfriend that even before your dating you notice he has little things all the same color.
The cup that holds his pens, a notepad, his phone case, comb, the mug of the coffee table
You really don’t notice until your at his apartment regularly that the cup you put your toothbrush in is the same color as the towel you use and the slippers he gave you. And that your coffee mug matches the coasters.
“I thought you said your favorite color is something else?”
“It is.”
“Then why all this?”
“Because it’s your favorite color.”
And you get to take solace knowing that even when you aren’t around, Nanami is filling his life with little reminders of you.
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Might write this into a full story- depends.
Salaryman!NanamixReader! -canon adjacent ramble-
“(Y/N) are you ready for lunch?”
A simple question shouldn’t have shocked you so much but, coming from Nanami Kento it did.
You were attractive. You didn’t believe that or at least not to the extent Nanami had explained but, you were. You gained so much attention at the office that all went unnoticed by you. From bosses, coworkers, random delivery guys- it was madness basically. And you were just at your desk, not a care in the world, just thinking how nice everyone is at this job.
Everyone knew, especially Nanami. Unlike the others, he was a professional and never let himself get sucked into your orbit. He thought you were an admirable worker and you seemed nice. At the end of the day though you were just another coworker at the company he hated. He would catch you staring at him sometimes. He would pretend not to notice but it had started to get annoying. It was only after he noticed how you avoided the copy room did he understand: you can see curse spirits too.
He felt bad for you. You obviously didn’t know anything about curses or sorcery and now your work area isn’t safe. As long as you weren’t attacked he thought it would be okay to ignore it but the stressed expression you wore when asked to make a copy or go get some documents ate away at him. Nanami started to coveiently be around the copy room at the same time as you. And the strange little creature in the corner always seemed to be gone. You also felt lighter for the first time in years. You spent most of your life in constant fear of little creatures and dark energies you felt all around you. It plagued you as a child and your parents could never console you. You eventually learned to just deal with it. You had been able to get by the past couple of years without much trouble until you started working and saw it. A tiny, creepy, rat-like-fly-like-bird-like creature. It was hideous. But when Nanami would follow behind you to the copy room it never seemed to be there. In fact, you felt light around him. Like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.
This became your routine. Nanami didn’t seem to mind. You were constantly surrounded by others so he assumed you didn’t notice him. Not until one long company outing. You hated these. Nanami hated these. That’s probably why you were both drinking so heavily, the only two non-lightweights. All your co-workers were absolutely gone including your supervisors. It didn't take long before everyone called it quits. While standing outside, idly swaying, you spoke to Nanami in the longest conversation you two have ever had. You admitted that you felt safe around him, safer than you did at home. It almost felt like the horrid feeling you got at work suddenly transferred to your home. Nanami, being the gentleman he is, offered to take you home and you (still drunk) said “You’d rather spend time at his home just to keep feeling safe tonight.
That’s how you found yourself in Nanami’s large bed, in his moderate apartment, not as hung-over as you thought you would be. You walked out of the room to the smell of breakfast being made. You noticed a spare pillow and blanket on the couch as you st at the breakfast bar.
“Good Morning.” He said “Coffee or tea.”
“Tea.” You replied softly, “I didn’t mean to steal your bed.”
“It’s fine, you fell asleep in the taxi, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Oh god,” you whined inwardly, “Did I say anything embarrassing?”
“You said you felt safe with me.” He said in a monotone voice as if theat wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to be told at 8 am.
You laid your head down on the counter top. This day could not get worse.
Nanami found it somewhat endearing. He decided that today was not a good day to tell you about curses. Now he just wanted you to feel better. Instead of it being awkward, you two became somewhat closer. Work friends at least. It turned to actual friends and somewhat more. You didn’t really know what to call it, he felt like a boyfriend though. Nanami never protested you saying so. During work hours you stayed friendly and cooperative. Despite his apartement being bigger, Nanami enjoyed your home instead. He insisted that laying in your bed was better. He would jokingly say it was to keep you safe.
So yeah! It was a bit of a shock to you and the surrounding co-workers when Nanami-I-hate-work-Kento suddenly asked you to lunch and addressed you by your FIRST NAME.
“U-Uh, yeah. C-Coming.” You stumbled over your words and handed the paperwork to the coworker.
“Oh I thought we could get lunch today.” He said
“Sorry, Kento and I already had plans.” You replied with an embarrassed smile. It felt strange calling him by his first name in front of others. It was kind of nice too.
“So what was that,” You smiled as you both sat down for lunch.
“What was what?” He replied plainly.
“You seemed a little upset that Takahiro was going to ask me out for lunch.”
“Really? I didn’t notice him.”
You chuckled, “You also called me (Y/N).”
“I should have checked first, I’m sorry.”
“No. I like it. I would like it if you called me that all the time. I won’t be here long anyway.” You smiled. Kento often spoke about how you garnered attaentioned but you didn’t notice until this last month when you announced you were transferring.
“Alright I will then.” Kento said with a small hint of a smile. “I’ll be leaving a little after you.”
“Are you transferring?”
“No, I talk to an old classmate of mine. They found a mentorship for me, it’s at my old highschool.”
“That’s sweet!” You swooned, “Those kids would be lucky to have you.”
“I hope so. I want to give them the guidance I wish I had back then.”
After your lunch you both made your way back to the building. You both noticed a definite shift in the air. Takahiro must have spread the word already. It didn’t matterm you were both going to be out of this place so any idle gossip meant nothing. The day ended and you were about to part ways when he handed you his spare key. “I have to meet with my classmate for a bit, would you mind going over to my place?”
“Yeah, it’s no problem.” You seemed a little skeptical.
“There’s also something I wanted to talk with you about, I won’t be long. Don’t worry about cooking, I'll bring dinner.” He said as a black car rounded the corner.
“Is it something bad?” You asked.
“No, just important before I take this big step. I know I have your full support but I want you to know everything before I do.”
The car pulled in front of you both, the window rolled down and there sat a man with short parted black hair and black rimmed glasses. He spoke, “Nanami-san.”
“Text me when you get there.” Kento said as he reached for the door.
“Okay.” You smiled. He leaned over to give you a kiss and stepped into the backseat of the black car. You waved him off befoer turning towards the train station.
“It’s good to see you again, Nanami-san.” Ijichi said.
“Ijichi-san. Could you not mention anything you saw to anyone?” The two men made eye contact through the rearveiw mirror. A silent agreement was made. Nanami hadn’t fully agreed yet but keeping you out of the way of the higher ups took priority. He needed to make sure you knew exactly what those creatures were. What jujutsu sorcery was. What you were possibly risking by staying with him. He had to do it tonight while you still had a chance to leave. He loves you. He can’t tell you that though. He needed to make sure you wouldn’t stay if you had the choice.
He needed to keep you safe.
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