Straight To My Heart - Tumblr Posts
Isn't it hot in here? *faints*
he notices you checking him out wyd
"Your company is the light I come home to."
Welcome home ✧
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Plot: You’re Nanami’s wife, waiting patiently for him to come home from a long mission.
A/N: I swear this man is most husbandable person ever. Reminder: English isn’t my first language.
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The front door opened quietly as Kento arrived home after a long day. You stirred from your spot on the couch, having fallen asleep while waiting up for him.
At the soft click, your eyes opened to see Kento closing the door behind him.
"You're still awake?" he asked in his gently deep tone, footsteps light as he removed his shoes.
"You must be tired, darling. I'm sorry for the late hour."
You smiled softly, rising to greet him.
"I wanted to. How was your mission, dear?"
Brushing aside a lock of hair, your hand lingered on his cheek in welcome. Kento's own hand rose to hold yours there, eyes closing briefly at your touch.
"Exhausting. But rewarding to help others."
His steady gaze conveyed more warmth than any words.
"Your company is the light I come home to."
Leaning in, Kento rested his forehead against yours with a barely-there sigh.
"Come to bed, my love. Your rest is important too."
Winding your arms around his broad form, you embraced Kento lovingly, always soothed by his protective strength.
Hand in hand you walked together to find solace in each other's arms, a calm union to overcome any trials faced outside in the duties of his work.
Inside your bedroom, Kento's usually stoic shoulders noticeably relaxed. He stepped close to gently run his hands down your arms, his simple touches speaking volumes.
You leaned into his chest, lending comfort through your embrace.
"Long missions take their toll," he rumbled quietly, resting his chin atop your head.
Your hands rubbed small circles across his back, sensing the knots of tension formed throughout the day.
"But returning to you renews my strength."
Pulling back just enough, you began working the fastenings of his formal dress shirt loose. Kento watched your devoted care through hooded eyes, permeated by weariness yet warmed by your love.
The shirt slid off to reveal hints of faded bruises nearly healed by your previous tender ministrations.
Once free of restrictive layers, Kento drew you back into his arms with a murmur of thanks.
You guided him to lay amid soft pillows, joining his side and draping the blankets over you both.
Secure in your bonded shelter, his deep breaths gradually eased into restful slumber.
You watched over him through the night, grateful as always for this man's devotion in protecting others - and finding solace in yours.
