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Iβve been thinking about Nanami too much lately I fear
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Ugly sweater weather πβοΈβ
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When you moved in with Nanami Kento, despite having spent countless days and nights there prior, he insisted upon orienting you to the penthouse.
"The rubbish is collected on Tuesdays, unless there's a public holiday, in which case it's collected on Wednesday," Kento droned, as if he'd rehearsed his lines in advance.
You followed him, pulling a suitcase behind you with a fixed expression of earnest interest. You pursed your lips, trying not to laugh every time he turned his back to you, before schooling your expression again the second he looked back.
"Okay, Kento. Wednesday, got it. Anyway, I thought we could order some takeout, and celebrate--"
"No." He snipped, turning back to you with narrowed eyes, "Tuesday, unless there's a public holiday, in which case--"
"--it's collected Wednesday. Okay. I hear you."
Kento narrowed his eyes a little more. You stood to attention. A heartbeat passed.
"Good." Kento looked down, ticking something off his list, and you felt yourself wither and die with equal parts adoration and exasperation.
"Next, fire safety."
"Oh, god--"
"Pardon?"
"Oh, god, I love fire safety!"
"Good. We have lots to cover. First of all, the designated fire exits are marked on the map, here, here, and here."
"This, er...this laminated one?"
"Yes. I have one too."
"Oh, we match~<3"
"It's important we're both adhering to the same protocol."
As Kento continued, highlighting fire doors, and escape routes, and emergency contact details, your mind began to wander. His voice, while deep and smooth, ran monotonous when left to run for too long, and your eyelids drooped, your arm sagging on your suitcase handle, and--
"Are you listening?"
"Me? God, yes, I love...water based fire extinguishers. I use them on everything."
Kento prickled, a shiver rippling up his beige suit from toe to shoulder, "I certainly hope not, water can only be used on wood fires, or--"
I for one could NOT get enough education on fire safety.
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I now have prints available of this piece here!
I don't think I have words for the scale of my adoration for this piece. It's exquisite. The fight he should have fought.
As far as I'm concerned, he did. He survived it, too. He's surprised to find himself with a new best friend (Higuruma, it's Higuruma), and most importantly, happy.
This is the only reality Iβm willing to accept.
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You and Kento bustled through the kitchen, and with your arms full of plates, you couldn't resist giving the top of Yuuji's head a nuzzle and a kiss as you passed.
Yuuji smiled at you both, full and warm for the first time in years. You and Kento felt his eyes on you as you weaved past each other, in a practiced after-dinner-clean-up Tango.
"Ah...hey, Nanamin, I-- I've got, uh...I've got a, uhm..."
Kento's interest was piqued. He stopped washing up and, with one raised fine eyebrow, turned to regard Yuuji while he dried the suds off his forearms.
"What is is, Yuuji?"
Yuuji looked awkward. Eventually, he stuttered out through a sheepish grin.
"I've uh...I've got a date tomorrow, so I won't be home for dinner."
A gasp. A smash!clinkclinkclink as you dropped a mug to the floor, and Kento closed his eyes in wounded resignation for the death of his favourite mug. You stepped across him, pressing your palms to the counter, wild-eyed at Yuuji.
"A date?"
"Uh...y-yea--"
"A date date?"
"...I...Nanamin, I'm scared--"
"--she can't hurt you, Yuuji--"
"A date!"
You could barely contain your excitement; Kento huffed, plucking pieces of porcelain from the floor, while you squished Yuuji's cheeks and cooed.
Yuuji barely escaped in one piece that evening before bed, grilled for any piece of information you could get your hands on. Eventually, he escaped, the lock clicking behind him as he shut his bedroom door.
Flopping onto your back into bed beside Kento, with enough force to make his reading glasses bounce on his nose, you sighed with one dramatic arm across your forehead.
"I'm just so happy for him, Kento."
A warm little smile; a folding of the book. "Yeah. Yeah, me too. Did he say who it was?"
"You know, of all the things I asked him, I didn't ask him that."
A chuckle, a hum...a silence. A rustle of pages. A gentle removal of reading glasses, and Kento looked over you with quiet scrutiny, as if your state of undress in a t-shirt and nothing more stirred memories for him.
You blinked up at him, "...what's wrong?"
Kento's nose flared, and he laid down beside you, switching the light off. You could hear him blushing in the dark.
"Do you think Yuuji's a virgin?"
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"Oh! Kento-- wait-- please please please--"
Kento turned back on the bustling Tokyo street, the night bullied away by neon signs, light pollution, and the pollution of the wayward drunken laughers. He only came on staff nights out, now, because you'd be there. He peered at you, tie-loose, hair-mussed and bleary, as you knelt in front of a Gacha machine. You rummaged in your purse for a coin.
Kento grunted, smirking, and reached into his clinking pocket, swaying back to you with liquor-rusted words.
"You're drunk. Here--"
"A-ha!" You birthed a 500 yen coin from your purse, triumphant, and Kento felt childishly disappointed that he couldn't pay for your inebriation treat for you. He watched you fumble the coin into the Gacha machine, and turn the wheel, crank, crank, cranking until there sounded a hollow tok, and a skrrr-skrrr-skrrr, tok.
The Gacha pod landed in the dispenser. You gasped, biting your lip in sweet anticipation, and looking up at Kento. He could barely contain himself from his own adoration, wanting nothing more than to reach down and grasp your plush cheeks and press his lips to yours and taste the drink off your tongue and--
"Kiss, Kento."
Kento frog-blinked, wondering if he'd spoken such impurities aloud, and opened his mouth to apologise. But he paused again, leaning down over you, knelt on the pavement, where you held the Gacha pod up to him, and repeated yourself, ditzy-drunk.
"Kiss it, Kento. For luck. For me."
Self-conscious, and grumbling in a way that only deepened your grin, Kento leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the Gacha pod as you laughed. He straightened up, looking up and down the street to see if anyone saw, his vision a few seconds slower than his mind, wading through whiskey.
Heat rose up Kento's neck, and he opened his mouth again to suggest something stupid like why don't you come back to mine for another drink and--
More falling in love with Colleague!Nanami, on my mind this week π π this time...with Gachapon!
With writing so beautiful, how could you not love the man?
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sunday morning
chapter thirteen
roommates-to-lovers "Why are you looking at me like that?" You glared at him. You could take his apathy, his indifference, shove it somewhere deep inside and convince yourself that you felt the same. "Like what?" His eyes burned into yours. "Like you're jealous or something." "What if I am?"
pairing: Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Gojo x Reader (multiple endings)
content: slow-burn, angst, comfort, communication (the bad, good, and in-between)
You were surprised to find Nanami still in bed next to you when you woke up at his place Friday morning. Still asleep, his features softer in the dim morning glow streaming through the curtains than they ever were during the day. His hair was down, silky blonde locks ending just past his brows.
On their own, your fingers reached out, touching the ends of his hair as you brushed them out of his face. It was almost radiant in the light, the strands catching the rising sun in pretty shades of gold.
His eyes started to open, blinking slowly as he squinted at you.
βMorning,β You whispered, brushing your fingers against his chiseled cheekbones. He made a low hm, like he was deciding if he should indulge you or catch up on another few minutes of much-needed sleep.
When his eyes closed again, you couldn't resist touching it again, softer this time trying not to wake him.
βGood morning,β He mumbled, rubbing the corner of his eyes, awake despite your best efforts.
When you know you know πΆ
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Villain Nanami sketch request.
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ongoing works
sunday morning | falling snow
joint projects
your honor (co-authored with the one and only @quinnyundertow)
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