nanami kento and the love language types
nanami kento is not a very expressive man- everyone knows it. but what everyone doesn't know is how encouraging and appreciative he can be. he says the sweetest things with such a straight face, it sometimes feels uncanny.
"can you pass me the soy sauce, honey?" he asks while stirring the fried rice in the wok.
"there you go," you hand him the bottle and sneak a peek at him from the corner of your eye.
"thank you. i needed that," you hum and give him a back hug. you feel a flutter in your heart from his words.
"darling, where are my glasses?" he asks while looking around panicked.
"ken... they are on your head." you say, deadpan.
"oh, alright. thank you, dear." he takes the glasses from his hair. "what would i do without you?"
your heart flutters again. what a silly man.
your boyfriend sits on the couch, rubbing his temples. his tie already discarded somewhere, his shirt half unbuttoned.
"you forgot to do the laundry." you sit beside him.
realization hits him. it was his turn to do the laundry this week. "i really forgot... i'm sorry. work has been constantly on my mind lately." his expression gets pensive. "i'm sorry you had to do my share of chores again."
"it's okay. i understand." you pat his hand. "it's a tough week for you. it can happen to anyone. don't push yourself too hard."
he sighs and brings your hand to his lips. "you are too kind to me." he presses gentle kisses from your hand to your shoulder, burying his head in your neck.
"what would i do without you?"
there he goes again. making your heart beat quicker than anything and anyone.
one thing about nanami kento is no matter where he is, no matter what he is doing when you are around him you get his undivided attention. even though you both have your own very busy schedules, he is more than willing to make time for you.
on a rainy evening, you were curled up on the couch reading a book. the faint noise of the documentary kento had been watching was the only sound in the cozy apartment. until he spoke.
"can i join you?" he turns off the tv and scoots closer to you without waiting for your answer.
"oh? of course. i'm more than willing to share my book." you smile. he nods, carefully taking the book from your hands. "can we cuddle too?" you tilt your head.
"yes, please." he agrees. too easy- you didn't even need to give him puppy dog eyes.
you're chopping vegetables when you hear the front door open. you check the clock. 5 pm? his shift just ended, but he is already home..?
"kento, honey?" you call out his name. "is that you?"
he walks in the kitchen, loosening his tie. "it is me." his hands snake around your waist. he buries his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent.
"you are early today." you smile and stop chopping.
he nods, pressing a kiss to your neck. "i kindly asked gojo to do my last mission. i didn't want to miss the dinner."
you pause, "you asked gojo to help you out? out of all the people." a bit surprising to hear this from the man you love; asking help from gojo.
he shrugs casually. "he said something about me being 'a total simp' and 'down bad' and agreed for a box of kikufuku."
you laugh. he buries his head in your neck again and sighs deeply.
"you got us reservation here?" you hold his hand across from the table. "this day isn't even that important.. and you got us a table from here." you look around awkwardly. everyone sitting here was fancy. extremely fancy people.
"since when did you make the reservation? i thought you had to wait for months to get even a-"
"of course, it is important." he squeezes your hand. "every little thing about you and our relationship is important to me."
"now i feel bad. what day is it? it is not our anniversary, not your birthday, not the valentine's day.." you note every significant event.
"today is the day you held my hand for the first time."
"that's it? i thought i missed something." you say as the feeling of relief washes over you. this man..
nanami doesn't always vocalize his love for you, but he makes sure you feel his love. he shows his love in his own quiet ways. it's in the coffee he made just how you like it, the groceries restocked without you asking, the way he notices and remembers the little things about you.
you wake up to the smell of food. it's too
early for breakfast, at least for you. it must be your boyfriend preparing something.
you shuffle into the kitchen and see nanami in his pajamas, hair still messy, flipping pancakes while listening to the news.
"what's the occasion?" you mumble and approach him.
"you mentioned craving pancakes last night. figured i'd make them before i head off to work." he places a plate on the table, then gently guides you to sit. "eat while it's warm, dear. would you perhaps like whipped cream or maple syrup with it?"
you blink at him, still half-asleep, touched beyond words. you didn't even remember saying that!
this week has been particularly hard for you. you have been pulling all nighters, skipping meals, stressing, stressing and stressing some more.
lucky for you, you have a very supportive partner like kento. he has been doing your share of house chores, cooking when you weren't in the mood, keeping an eye on you so you'd eat (even a little).
when you get home on a friday evening all tired you find your laundry folded, your favorite snacks on the counter, and a note in nanami's neat handwriting.
'my dear, dinner is on me. please get some rest- kento.'
you smile as you read the note. when he comes from work with takeout from your favourite place, you were already fast asleep on the couch, curled up in a blanket.
"you didn't need to do all this," you murmur. "you have already done a lot for me. i feel guilty. you already come tired from work, plus i exhaust you a lot."
he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "you are sick. of course, i need to do all this. if it was me, you'd do the same and more."
you want to deny it, but you know it's the truth. "don't kiss me ken, you'll get sick too."
he laughs softly and presses more kisses to your face as if to lift your mood. you gently push him away, not wanting to spread your flu to him.
"i'll make you some chicken soup, okay? you'll get well soon. and then i'll kiss you as much as i want." he pats your head and heads to the kitchen.
how can a man be this adorable?
nanami kento wasn't a flashy man himself. he preferred to be a rather modest and simple person. he didn't feel the need to parade his wealth to people around him. but when it comes to you, it's different. totally different.
you once told him, way before you started dating him, that you had a childhood plushie you loved very much and lost it when you moved for college. eventually when you started dating him, you showed a few pictures of you holding the cute toy and that was it.
you didn't think he'd remember- because at this point even you didn't remember.
but on october 28th, he gives you a neatly wrapped package. you look at him weirdly.
"thank you. this is very unexpected... what day is it again?" you hold the package awkwardly.
"plush animal lover’s day," he says with a deadpan expression.
"what is that supposed to mean?" you shake the box to hear and guess what's inside. you had an idea what could be inside from his words, but you were still confused about the whole ordeal.
"it's a day where people give extra love to their plush animal toys."
"you got me a plushie? ken, you are such a sweetheart," you excitedly open the package. "oh my god- are you serious?!"
you hold up the plush toy. this looked exactly like your missing childhood toy. the tears rush to your eyes quickly.
this might be the most valuable gift anyone ever given to you.
"do you remember the shoes you talked about?" he asks on a random sunday morning. you both lay on the bed, not ready to start the day yet. your head on his chest, you were scrolling on your phone. he was playing with a strand of your hair.
"the high heels with red bottoms."
"i got them for you, but i don't know if you still like them."
you put your phone on the nightstand and chuckle. "i still like them, silly. what made you think that?"
he shrugs and pulls you closer. "felt like it."
you let out a laugh this time and you feel his hold on you getting a tiny bit tighter.
after a long day, you come home to find a new pen- no, a bunch of pens on your desk. the exact brand and color you'd been complaining about running out of. you start questioning the other resident of your apartment.
"you needed a refill," he says like it's no big deal. "figured it'd save you the trouble."
but it still meant so much to you, just like to him.
you don't think you'll be able to use any other brand of pen ever again.
nanami kento is reserved, yes. but with
you, touch becomes his second nature. he's not loud with his affection, but... the way his hand always finds yours, the kisses he gives you, the weight of his arm around your waist at night speak volumes about his love and devotion to you.
you begrudgingly sip your morning coffee while your darling boyfriend prepared for his 9 to 5 job.
"do you want me to tie your tie?" you ask.
"i'm fine, honey. i'm actually running late." you hum and continue sipping your coffee.
when you see him off at the door he places a quick forehead kiss on your head. then a sweet peck on your lips.
"ken, you are going to be late."
"it's okay. i need to recharge before work." he places one last kiss on your lips and rushes to the subway.
"...and i was surprised too, because no one was expecting a proposal from them. they were arguing in the middle of the street!"
he hums, encouraging you to continue while his fingers absent mindedly tracing patterns on your hand.
"well, she proposed and he rejected it. but, then he proposed to her and she accepted it. it was a weird moment."
he hums again and kisses your knuckles.
"kento, are you even listening?"
"yes, yes i am. please continue." he kisses your palms next. you smile brightly and continue from the place you left off.
maybe taking the train during the rus hour was a bad idea.
no, not maybe. it was a bad idea. being pressed against many people was not an ideal way to go home after a romantic date.
you shift uncomfortably. being crushed like this was not nice.
lucky for you, your saviour nanami was standing behind, shielding you from the back. one hand holding you from the waist while the other was holding on to a grab handle.
"you alright?" he murmurs into your ear.
you nod, too tired to speak. he hums, gives a squeeze to your waist, then his hold on you tightens.
at night, after doing your routine tasks, you tuck yourself under the blanket alongside kento.
you scroll on your phone as usual before you feel his hands slowly wrapping around you. his cold hands warming themselves under your pajamas with your body heat. his hands gently rubbing your waist and stomach.
"can't sleep? you have work tomorrow." you quietly ask before locking your phone.
"no, not without you." he replies sleepily, his voice raspy, dripping like honey, heavy with honesty.
you snuggle up to him, muttering a 'big baby', giving him one more good night kiss and drifting off to sleep by his side.
this was what a peaceful night looked like to him.
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