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Husband!Nanami who doesn’t expect anything for his birthday because you’ve both been pulling long hours at work and putting money toward savings
Husband!Nanami who comes in exhausted from another overtime shift, the scowl on his face melting away when he sees you waiting up for him with balloons and a tableful of treats from his favorite bakery
Husband!Nanami who hugs you tight and gently tells you that he didn’t need anything, only for you to respond that he deserves everything
Husband!Nanami who laughs when you come out of the kitchen with candles stuck in a loaf of bread and blows them out with a silent wish, feeling like a kid again with the way you’re pampering him
Husband!Nanami who closes his eyes when you tell him to, happily wearing a cheesy paper party hat as you count down from 10
Husband!Nanami who opens his eyes to see you standing in front of him wearing nothing but a big red bow and a shy smile
“Happy birthday, my love!”
Husband!Nanami whose heart melts, (and whose cock does the opposite) immediately standing to pull you close to him, his strong hands exploring every inch of his “present”
“All for me, beautiful? I’m too lucky.”
Husband!Nanami who pulls you into your shared bedroom and leaves all his stress at the door, groaning in relief as you rip his work clothes off until there’s nothing separating the two of you
Husband!Nanami who makes sure to show you just how grateful he is for the little celebration, neither of you noticing when it passes midnight
This is truly a masterpiece amen
YAY LOVER EVENT! can we get “I say I don't want that, but what if I do?” With nanami pls?
13. I SAY I DON’T WANT THAT, BUT WHAT IF I DO? (kento nanami x reader)
for L’s lover event! based on these prompts
“When are you proposing to me?”
Nanami nearly chokes on the hot coffee he sips on. The very first words you speak to him this morning are certainly not your go-to good morning, handsome! or even your usual sweet praises of thank you for my coffee!
No, instead, he’s greeted with the biggest accusation of his life—and he’s worked with Gojo a long time, having dealt with plenty of his stupid questions and ignorant allegations.
“Sorry?” he swallows shakily, doing his best to play off his unwavering voice as a mere tickle in his throat.
You repeat the question, enunciating the syllables in an obnoxious manner, making sure it’s loud and clear, that it leaves no room for error or misinterpretation.
Now, Nanami doesn't know why on earth you’re asking him such a loaded question first thing in the morning. He has no logical way of knowing that you’d spent the early hours of your day scrolling through social media, seeing all of your old peers and friends announcing their achievements. Surprise engagements, terribly colored baby showers, wedding photo-booth pictures that look like they were taken on a Polaroid from the 90s. While your lover had been sleeping soundly next to you, you continued to burn and fester with jealousy at each post you’d scroll by.
Nanami decides to tread lightly, readjusting his grip on the newspaper in hand as he attempts to nonchalantly clarify, “I thought you said you wanted to wait a little longer, that you didn’t want to be too young when it happens?”
When it happens, you realize. Not if it happens, but when.
You sigh as you slump onto the kitchen table, heels of your palms applying pressure to your eyelids as you become more and more frustrated with yourself.
“I say I don’t want that, but what if I do?” you manage to grumble out.
Seeing how distressed you are, Nanami throws all aloof and casual fronts out the window. He puts the paper down and reaches for your wrist from across the table. Gently, he pulls your hands from your face, tenderly forcing you to look at him.
“You changed your mind?” he asks softly, eyes glossing over your unreadable expression.
“No,” you respond quickly, out of muscle memory, before hesitating and stuttering on your own thoughts, “I—I don’t know.”
Nanami nods, wanting you to know that even though he’s confused beyond belief, he’s trying. Trying to follow along with your words and read in between their lines. Trying to understand your ups and downs, differentiate your facts and your fiction.
“I guess I’m just—” you trail off with a heavy exhale, looking for the right words, but you aren’t quite sure if there are any. “Antsy?” you settle on, as it sounds the most similar to how you feel—itchy and uncomfortable and waiting for something that isn't guaranteed.
Nanami empathetically nods along with your confession, letting you continue to express your concerns.
“Seeing everyone I know getting married and having kids is making me feel a little…restless,” you meekly decide on.
“That makes sense,” Nanami honestly attempts.
You scoff, “No, it doesn’t.”
You're frustrated with yourself now, because it doesn't make sense. You have the man of your dreams—hopelessly in love with you and devoted to your every beck and call—and yet you're still uneasy about your future. It’s not fair—not to him, not to you, not to your aunt on Facebook who messages you monthly asking to see pictures of your engagement ring that doesn't exist.
“I guess I’m just tired of hearing about it, you know? All of my relatives and friends with all of the ‘when is he gonna propose, already?’ and ‘you’re gonna have to pop out a baby soon!” you mimic their words in a nasally voice, one that makes Nanami fail to bite back a smile.
“It’s annoying,” you mutter defeatedly, fingers tapping on the table as a means of distracting yourself from the anxiety and frustration at hand.
Expecting Nanami to comfort you with his usual coos and soft kisses, you wait for his response.
However, when it comes, it’s not what you predict.
“It is,” he simply agrees, “Because it’s nobody’s business, except ours.”
You look at him from across your tiny kitchen table, hands interlocked and eyes saying all that your lips can’t. They gleam with soft flutters that plea: thank you for understanding me, even when I don’t understand myself.
Nanami lets his thumb rub up and down your left hand’s ring finger, “Can I tell you a secret?”
You silently nod, eyes not leaving his hands on yours as you listen intently.
“I already bought a ring, a long time ago.”
You jump slightly in your seat, both pleasantly surprised and terrified at his confession.
“What?!” you shriek.
Nanami just smiles and shrugs casually, “After our fourth date, actually.”
He beckons you to sit back down with a wave of his hand. You slowly crawl back into the chair, eyes never leaving his shy expression as he grabs your hand again, fingers returning to that unoccupied spot on your left hand. “I just knew,” he beams.
He brings the barren knuckle up to his lips, placing a tender kiss to the delicate skin. You stare at him in awe, wondering how you got so lucky with someone as benevolent and patient as him.
“It’s safe to say that I’ve been waiting a long time,” he pines against your knuckle, his lips moving tickles the spot, “So I think our friends and family can wait a little longer, seeing how it doesn’t concern them at all,” he simply concludes.
With a peck placed to your temple, he stands, grabbing his mug and carrying it to the kitchen sink.
“I’d wait as long as you need me to,” he assures as he rinses out the ceramic cup with a weary sponge and a drop of citrus scented soap, “Whenever you’re ready, whenever that may be, it’s yours.”
As the sound of running water fills your senses, you smile to yourself. Maybe your aunt was onto something, after all.
NOTE: this is my first real nanami piece *sweats nervously* so be kind...i hope i did him justice and gave all of u kento fuckers some good eats <3
today is officially kento nanami's birthday today. let us celebrate this wonderful day today my comrades. <3333333
Happy late birthday to my baby Nanami 🎉🎉
