You Hadn't Heard Kento Arrive Home, But Moved From Garden To Living Room Like A Moth To The Flame, When

You hadn't heard Kento arrive home, but moved from garden to living room like a moth to the flame, when you heard the telltale clink-clink of him removing his harness.

You sidled up behind him, a tease in your voice, dragging one languid finger down his spine.

"What's a guy like you, doing in a place like this, huh?"

A low chuckle. "I'm sure I'm meant to be here."

You bit your lip. "Me too. It must be fate. Does your wife know you're here, Mr...?"

"Nanami. And I certainly hope she does."

You weaved your way round to face him, now, sliding your hands from broad chest to shoulders, all peaks and valleys of stone.

"And what would she say," you whispered, circling one fingertip over his chest until he shivered, lifting one knee to brace against his hip, "if she knew there was someone like me, here?" Kento looked down at you, honey-rich eyes narrowing, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"That's what you want, is it?" He whispered back, low voice barely audible in the moonlight-flood living room. "A little...roleplay?" Your eyes glimmered at him in confirmation, and he chuckled. "Alright, then." You felt yourself tremble with anticipation.

Abrupt and firm, his smile replaced by a scowl, Kento removed your leg from his hip.

"Get your hands off me."

You gawped at him. Kento stepped back, clearing his throat, and adjusting his tie, the wedding ring glinting on his finger.

"I'll excuse you, just once, but I'm a married man. Happily."

"Kento, I--"

"That's Mr.Nanami to you. I don't recall us ever meeting, and I don't enjoy such intimate familiarity with strangers."

"--you are just so--"

"I'm sorry for whatever has happened in your life, for you to have such little self-respect, or respect for others, that you have such ill-intent towards a married man--"

You withered onto the sofa under his cool tirade.

"--but I wish you all the best in your future endeavours, while I wait for my wife."

"You are a fucking nightmare--"

"And how did you get in my house? I'll give you ten seconds to leave, before I call the police--"

You screamed into a sofa cushion.

"--do you have somewhere safe to go? Are you hungry? Thirsty, certainly. I can pay for a taxi--"

You felt your soul leave your body.

"--I do hope we don't meet again--"

You laughed, humourless, face down in the pillow.

"-- good day to you."

Kento walked away to the bathroom, leaving you prone and mortified on the sofa. You heard the shower start to run. You lifted your head, shouting at him, furious in your laughter.

"Fuck you for being so fucking pure, Mr.Nanami! Your wife is a lucky woman!"

A deep laugh from the bathroom. "Yes, she is."

i’m crying what the fuck?😀

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 x gn!reader after shibuya arc

🧸 ; angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, kinda teared up writing this lol

thinking about 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 that somehow survives the shibuya incident, but the burns have left him with permanent injuries and eyes that have lost their light.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, when left alone at home, always waits for you patiently. every small noise has his ears perking because he thinks it's the door creaking open and that you've finally come home. he's calling your name repeatedly in the empty house, and the walls around him reflect the sound right back to his ears.

M O R E U N D E R C U T !

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, in the early days after losing his vision, would spend hours gently tracing your features, committing every curve and contour to memory. but as time passed, that mental image began to fade, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who turns to sculpting as a desperate act of defiance against time. with trembling hands, he would mold the clay, trying to capture the essence of your face from pure memory.

day after day, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 would toil away, growing increasingly frustrated as his creations fell short of his mental image. 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 would run his hands over each failed attempt, tears of anguish streaming down his face as the truth sank in - he was slowly losing the one thing that anchored him to this world.

you would sit for hours, silently watching as 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢's hands wrestled with the clay; piles of fractured, distorted faces accumulating around them.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who erupts in a violent emotional breakdown one day, and his voice cracks as he berates himself for his inability to recreate the face he cherishes above all else. he feels very guilty.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who sobs into your arms for hours while you slowly caress his back and comfort him, tell him lovingly how you'd always be there for him no matter what happens, that you'll always love him forever.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who falls asleep comfortably in your embrace after all that happened, his emotions completely drained. it'd all been weighing on his mind for far too long and the burden was finally lifted.

the next day, as 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 prepares to continue his solitary sculpting, hears the familiar sound of rustling, one of the plastic aprons he'd bought to use while sculpting — and is ecstatic to know you'll be helping him recreate your face on clay from now on.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who finally is able to accept that even if the light from his eyes has been extinguished, you are the one sole light to him that will never go out.

The Pebble

Synopsis | The pebble-picking courtship rituals of penguins may just be the key to winning your heart and saving Sukuna's sore tushy.

Content | fem!reader x Sukuna, fluff, sweetness, smol angst, penguins!

"Nothing!" You say, completely unprompted, voice cracking slightly as you shove a suspicious something-or-other into your pocket. You turn to face Sukuna as he closes the distance down the sidewalk where you'd ran ahead.

"Again?" He he deadpans, voice flat and thick with judgement. "Like you need any more."

"This one was kind of pink...like your hair," you pout with childlike innocence, scuffing your foot.

"Where are you even keeping all of these rocks?" He asks, knowing fully they've been dotting odd corners of your home as of late. He's found them popping up on windowsills, countertops, even clunking around in the laundry on the not-so-infrequent occasion you forget to take them out of your pocket.

You offer a shrug and non-commital murmur, still sulking.

"Fine," He yields, annoyed yet secretly enamored with your odd fixation. "Let me see it."

Smiling brightly, you plunk the little pink stone into the palm of his large hand, bobbing slightly on your toes, awaiting his appraisal.

"Hmm. It is kind of pink." He concedes, squinting down his nose at it with the air of a much older man.

****

Returning home later that week, seeking the comfort of his favorite chair, he sinks tired and battle-worn into its plush cushion only to be met with a sharp jab to the rump. Jolting up from his seat, he swipes away a jagged stone from its cushion, cursing as he plops himself down once more, scorning your infernal hobby.

=JAB=

Jumping up a second time, he flings away the cushion revealing another lumpy pinkish rock that slipped its way beneath the plush seat making a mockery of his sore and sullied behind.

"Woman..." he growls.

****

Another night, over dinner, you wave your chopsticks fervently, demonstrating as much as telling a zoned-out and seemingly uninterested Sukuna all about a program you saw earlier that day.

"-and the male penguin searches the whole beach for the perfect pebble, right?"

"Mhm," he chews absently.

"He'll walk all over looking for the best one. It can take days sometimes!"

"Mm..."

"They usually look for the shiniest ones and then when they find it they- Ryo?"

"Hm?" He grunts without looking up.

"Are you listening...?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I, uh. Then they-" you fade out watching as his eyes glaze over. "Nevermind..."

He looks up just in time to catch your polite yet sad smile as you return to eating your dinner in quiet.

*****

He's not sure what started it, or even why you're upset. All he knows is a fight has broken out between you. Nothing too serious, but enough that you've taken a drive to clear your head, something you've rarely done before over an argument. It worries him.

Sukuna is used to fighting. He does it all the time. You could argue it's his favorite passtime. But not with you. Not here. His home is his sanctuary and you are his refuge. An unfamiliar feeling of guilt and unease settles in his stomach making him shudder. Absently turning on the TV and moving to his chair, he decides to sit, remembering to check for stray rocks this time. Staring blankly into space, wondering what he's done to set you off and how he might fix it, a feeling of déjà vu reaches his mind from the distant voice on the television.

"-he's spent days searching for the perfect stone. Now, as he makes his way back toward his chosen mate, the male penguin is hopeful she'll accept his courtship offering."

His eyes flick to the screen with rapt curiosity as the penguin offers the beach's shiniest pebble to the waiting female.

"Placing the pebble carefully within the center of her nest, she displays the male's offering as a sign of their successful pairing. Now the two will continue to hunt for rocks with which to complete their nest together."

Sukuna bites back the ridiculous urge to pump his fist in triumph for the hopeful male. Springing to his feet, he knows exactly what he must do.

*****

Later that evening you return, the bitter sting of your earlier argument now a soft ache in your chest. You decided to run some errands while you were out, huffing through the door with the entirety of your grocery run split between your two straining arms.

"Woman!" Sukuna's voice cuts through the quiet, its usual edge replaced by doting concern. "Let me help you!"

"It's fine, Ryo, I-" you stop dead in your tracks, eyes landing on a fixture you've never seen before. A bag slides from your slackened grip, punctuating the silence. "Ryo? What is that?"

"Do you like it?" He asks, eyes cast timidly to the side, one sheepish hand stroking the back of his neck.

"You...you built a shelf for all my s-stupid rocks while I was...gone?" Your words catching in disbelief.

"I can take it down if you don-"

=FWUMP=

All the bags hit the floor simultaneously as your arms wrap tightly around his middle, face buried against his chest. Salty tears stain his robes as you babble incoherently against his heart's steady beating. After a moment, he taps your shoulder.

"There's a new one, too," he hums in a low voice. Pointing toward the shelf's center a glittering pebble the same shade as your eyes catches the evening's fading light. "I didn't spend hours searching an entire beach for it..." he jokes softly, "...but I hope you'll still..."

Reaching up, you pull him in for a salt-stained kiss- the first of many more that evening. The fear that you bore him, the occassional worry that he doesn't care to listen to the ramblings of a half-mad woman in love, swept away by the lessons of a penguin and one perfect, shining pebble.

hey yall, i know ive been so so inactive 😭

everything is so hectic with college preparations and stuff and its keeping me so occupied its insane. i dont really know when im gonna post next, to be honest ): but i just wanted to come on here and tell yall this! love you guys <3

SHUT UP THIS IS SO CUTE 😭

me and my baby nanami 😕💗

no pressure tags! : @nanamimybbg @velvetcrimsonkisses @emotionallyunstableduck +anyone else who wants to!! :3

selfship picrew!! look how cutie this is!!

no pressure tagging: @fic-over-cannon @teddybeartoji @theold-ultraviolence and anyone else!

i just found your account and started binging your smaus!! i'm sorry you feel burned out but real life is way more important, i hope you feel happier!

thank you so much sweetheart ): <3 sending you sm love💗