Chariaki

‘99

[chariaki]

Boyfriend!Kento Nanami who happily wears a ring with your initial on it.

And it wasn’t you who bought it for him.

It was himself.

On his solo trip to the mall to buy you a gift—just because he felt like it—he saw the front display of a chic jewellery shop, displaying their glimmering trinkets on velvety red cushions.

And there he saw the ring.

It was positioned so perfectly in center with him, the display lights a little brighter than the rest, and most importantly, it had your initial neatly on the glistening band.

It was beautiful, like you.

It was simple gold band, decorated with a cursive initial on the middle, your initial.

Boyfriend!Kento Nanami whose feet pushed him inside the jewellery shop. The customers ogling the way his long sleeved polo shirt hugged his masculine figure, some men smiling at the way that he looked like a child in a candyshop looking for his favourite treat.

And, without a hint of reluctance or embarrassment, he waltzed right in, momentarily believing in the universal force and spirits that you’d yap about frequently, with your eyes all bright and hands motioning in the air.

Cute.

He smiled, remembering the thought while he looked at the displayed golden band.

“Would you like to try it on, sir?” The lady at the front asked, politely gesturing at the ring.

“Yes, I would. Thank you.”

The very second that Nanami slid the ring into his left ring finger, pure instinct by the way, his mind quickly imagined you in a wedding dress, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, smiling at him.

Stunning.

And, let’s not forget the house you two would spend months decorating, furniture and trinkets that you picked out in every corner, kids with your eyes and your smile running around the house, and maybe even a pet dog, and a fun little backyard with a tree that he planted on that day the two of you moved in. He can already imagine you as a mommy, hands on your hips as you cutely nag in his ears—

“Sir? Are you alright? Sir?”

The confused worker snaps him back to reality. How long has he been daydreaming? He switches his gaze from the ring to the lady up front.

“I’d like to purchase this, please.” He spoke, cheeks flushed a bright pink from spacing out in thought of you.

“Of course, Sir! Would you like to buy your girlfriend a matching ring, too?”

“…”

“Oh. Well, yes, of course, can I see your ring sizes and, perhaps with letter K as an initial?”

Boyfriend!Kento Nanami whose face turns into a deeper red, was he that obvious?

The worker smiled at him knowingly, chuckling like a proud mom helping her son propose.

“We got you, sir, no worries! What size for the lovely lady?”

And just like that, Nanami knew exactly of your ring size, not because he measured it straight up with a measuring tape, but because of the countless times he’s held your hand, massaged your fingers, and memorised every part of you.

And after swiping his card and receiving the rings in an elegantly packed bag, the workers bid him their goodbyes and thanks by saying,

“Good luck with your proposal, Sir!”

Boyfriend!Kento Nanami who says thank you with meek expression complementing his flushed red face.

Proposal? He says to himself, he did wish for a life with you, but it’s only been one year into your relationship. He didn’t want to spook you.

But, of course, the time will come for an actual proposal, and he’ll be sure to buy you the fanciest ring, decorated with you favourite gemstone, embedded with sweet promised on the inside of the band.

So, for now, he decides to take a quick stop at a flower-shop, buy your favourite flowers, and happily skip home like the lovesick man that he has turned into, just. for. you.

Boyfriend!Kento Nanami who proudly wears it around everyday, flexing it to his coworkers, never taking it off, and admiring it in the quiet mornings with his coffee, with his warm afternoon tea, and within his late-night studies.

It fits comfortably on his finger, just as it was meant for it to be there.

[chariaki]

Familiarity

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Husband!Kento Nanami fluff 12:12 AM

You were once afraid of how of things lose their magic when they became more familiar.

Like how your favourite food starts to taste sickening, its flavour becoming just…ordinary.

Or how a compelling book that used to tug at your heartstrings from the weight of its words now just seem like any other words printed on paper, a painful result of repeatedly reading its lines.

Or how a song you used to find so divine because of its complex and rich harmonies—now just pass through your ears, already used to its grandeur, the thrill from the composition slowly lost because you already know what happens next, and you were far too familiar with it.

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Yet, after already 7 years into your marriage, your husband, Kento Nanami, still gratefully takes in the sight of you every morning with your untameable bed hair, puffy face, and drowsy eyes, treating it like a scene from his favourite movie that he’d never get tired of replaying, over and over again.

Kento Nanami who still relishes the low and raspy melody of your voice when you’re sick, easily drinking up the way you call his name, like thick and sweet honey slowly sliding down his throat.

Kento Nanami who memorizes your bubbly laughter, carefully storing it in the chambers of his heart and the corridors of his mind, like how you do with your favourite vinyl records.

Kento Nanami whose whole being is still helplessly in awe of you.

His eyes practically owning the look of adoration—naturally widening them just to take in the whole of you.

Kento Nanami whose eyes never once strained from looking at you. Pupils always dilated and eagerly flicking to every part of you—from the slow flicker of your lashes, the shine on your plump lips, the cute expressions on your face, to your soft curves, the way your small fingers quietly dance, to the way you bounce your feet when you’re feeling impatient, and the shoes you so thoughtfully choose to go with every outfit.

Kento Nanami sees it everyday. Your routine, your favourite movie, your favourite pyjamas (which happens to be his old shirts), your favourite little dance move you do when your satisfied with the food, and your mini dilemmas to your full on crash-outs.

And still, there was never a moment where he felt tired or fed up.

Rather, he felt even warmer and happier.

Always growing a newfound love for you, always noticing a new detail. Whether it would be the new way you apply your perfume, or the change of your favourite dishes that he cooked you compared to what it was a couple years ago.

And, always loving you in that same way, even when years pass by, even when your habits, hairstyles, and favourite things change,

Kento Nanami doesn’t believe in getting tired of you. He doesn’t even think about that possibility.

Because he treasures you.

It goes far beyond the obligation of being your husband. He chose this.

He willed this.

And so, for your lover, Kento Nanami, the gradual becoming of familiarity was never something to fear.

It was a tender gift wrapped in quiet certainty of the lifetime he gets to spend experiencing you.

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[chariaki]

11:22 pm

Yearner!Gojo Satoru couldn’t take it anymore! An innocent movie night led to clumsy confessions, and surprisingly, even a date with you!

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“We’re not just friends and you know it.”

What the fu-

Gojo Satoru, a tall, handsome, charismatic man freezes from the question that carelessly left his mouth.

What the fuck, indeed—he thinks to himself.

But one couldn’t blame him, after all, he has been friend zoned by you for far too long.

Satoru’s gaze on you was intense, scanning for every micro change in your expression.

Yet, even without his six eyes, he could tell that you were… flustered…?

Heck, even he was flustered by his own words.

He wanted to do this in a better timing, with the sunset picnic he had planned for the two of you, you dressed up prettily in your sundress—and he even planned on cooking for you!

Gojo Satoru wanted to be more mature with this, for you.

He figured that would make you fall for him.

But he couldn’t take it anymore, he was too impatient for his own good, so he just goes full thrust with all he’s got. After multiple plans that went beyond the letters of the alphabet, he was determined to see this through.

But despite being all high and mighty in the Jujutsu world, it was always a wonder for everyone how he instantly turned to mush when around you.

Especially tonight, when it was just the two of you, and you’re all vulnerable to him, only to him.

Only the two of you in his room late at night for your monthly movie binging, in your cute silky pyjamas, looking up at him all googly-eyed.

Especially when you came freshly out of his shower earlier, hair still wet, carrying his scent.

Or when you tugged at his arm too tight when the suspenseful scene came along, or when you smiled at him so brightly—truly, the light from the television was no match for yours.

Gojo Satoru is just a man, after all.

“We’re not just friends and you know it.” —maybe he said that line for himself, not meaning to say it aloud.

Or maybe it was also because he thought that, maybe, just maybe, you also felt a teensy weensy similar feeling to him.

He ponders in his mind within the seconds that you just stared at him, the movie continues on, filling the thick air in the room.

Shit, what do I say next…

“I can’t take just being friends with the you anymore.”

Wow, desperate much?—Satoru mentally slapped his own face.

“I would be such a good boyfriend if you’d let me. Please, let me.”

Wow, way to sound all cool and mature, dude—Another personal insult to himself, fists clenching in attempt to maintain his composure after being faced with your cute innocent eyes looking up at him all shocked, with your pretty lashes batting up at him, and—okay, Gojo, we get it.

But little did he know, in contrary to his cringey perception of himself, you found it quite endearing and surprising on how you got the world’s strongest wrapped around your cute little finger.

“E-eh?!”—But of course you’re caught off guard.

“Huh…oh okay—I mean, wait!”

You covered his face with both of your hands, a futile attempt to hide your red cheeks and embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, you know i can still see you right?”

The white-haired man snaps back to himself and smirks, finding your unexpected shyness adorable.

He was glad that he could get you to react like this. That meant he had a chance, right?

“Oh! Right! Well…thank you, ‘Toru.”

Huh? Thank you? What does that even meaannnn!!!

Oh if only you knew how the poor man’s mind was racing from just your reply.

“Could you repeat that again, sweet cheeks?”

But of course, he’s too stubborn and full of himself to admit that, for now, at least.

“I said thank you…and we could maybe grab dinner sometime? As more than “just friends”?”

“Dinner? DOES THAT MEAN YOU’RE ASKING ME OUT?”

Damn, chill, Satoru, what happened to being the mature, cool, and older type vibes that she likes?

“Uhm, yes!” You replied, caught by an endless surprise of how eager the blue-eyed man was.

Gojo Satoru chuckled, relief settling into him, calming the overwhelming beat of his heart.

Then it turned into loud laughter, realization of how silly and embarrassing he acted in front of you earlier rushed through him like the waves on the beach when he first met you.

Gojo Satoru couldn’t help but notice the way you looked at him that night.

But one would look too, at the sight of a beautiful white-haired man, smiling so widely, laughing so warmly like he just bagged the love of his life.

—And plot twist! He did!!

So, Gojo Satoru didn’t mind his embarrassing display of desperation, after all, it what led him to a date with you.

(He’d even beg bend on both knees for you)

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Gojo Satoru, your childhood friend, now promoted to a dinner date, now sits atop his bed, gleaming so brightly at you.

The television was no match for his shine, you said to yourself.

Perhaps, Gojo Satoru would finally be able to do more than just sway his hands near yours while walking, hold himself back from kissing you good night every time you accidentally fall asleep, or stare at you like hungry weirdo while you lean into him on the bed while watching movies.

Because this time, Gojo’s mischievous and dumb plan succeeded, and it led him to getting you.

[chariaki]

The Nerves of a Highschool Brat

Tsukishima Kei likes you—and he is so not cool about it.

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Many would describe Tsukishima Kei as the cool-headed, provoking, calm, analytical, and overall nonchalant guy.

However, that is not the case for you.

To you, Tsukishima Kei is rather meek, awkward even. As if the guy loses half of his height when he’s around you.

He is rather clueless on how to approach the whole “casual friendship” stage with you, so instead, he just follows you around, like a dog, occasionally throwing mildly insulting remarks (because he fears that telling you “you look pretty” every single second might come off as creepy—as if a 6-footer trailing your footsteps all the time doesn’t look weird enough.)

Nervous!Tsukishima Kei who was so desperate to have a conversation with you that he pretended to be dumb in math, just so you could come near his face and hear your pretty voice explain equations he’s already far mastered—but of course he wouldn’t admit that aloud to anyone.

Giddy!Tsukishima Kei who wore a cheeky smile on his face for one week, all because you followed him on instagram.

Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who even smiled at Hinata and Kageyama, obviously scaring the shit out of them.

Bully!Tsukishima Kei who couldn’t stop laughing at how funny your cute little hands desperately reached for the piano keys when you were performing an activity in front of your music teacher.

Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who you always catch stealing glances at you, even when he used to sit across the room from you.

Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who mirrors the funny facial expressions that you show to him every time you catch him staring. Whether it’d be a scrunch of your nose, or a raise of your eyebrow, he’d instantly copy you and do it to you back.

Shameless Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who doesn’t stop staring even when you already stare back at him. He just simply cocks his head a bit to the side, with a rise of eyebrow. But deep inside, his heartbeat raced faster than he could handle.

Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who left a gift on your table on valentines day. They were your favourite pastries, wrapped in your favourite colour, put together with a big, neatly tied bow.

Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who had to learn and practice tying that bow for a whole day.

Lame-o!Tsukishima Kei who was such a tease that he signed his present in cursive kanji, in hopes that you’d have a hard time reading it and not figuring out that it came from him.

Nervous!Tsukishima Kei who reacted to your thank you message with a “👍” emoji, and ever since then, Karasuno—especially Yams and Hinata, have NOT stopped teasing him about that.

Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who, for once, didn’t mind being called lame by Yamaguchi and his teammates, if it meant being in love with you. But of course he’d work on being less lame and actually keeping a normal conversation, and reacting normal emojis—and maybe even making himself known to you.

Lover boy!Tsukishima Kei who promises to himself that he’d give you his valentines gift personally next year.

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[chariaki]

Suna Rintarou as your High School Seatmate!

Fluff, gender neutral 🎀

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Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who you always catch stealing glances at you during lectures, but the dumbass you are assumed he was giving you side-eyes.

Not your fault tho, because dude literally looked like this: 😒

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who was actually just curious about you, because before you guys became seat-mates, in the first day of classes, you were in front of him, and he was literally sitting behind you. He saw you yapped so much with your friend that he wondered why you were so quiet now.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who brightens up every time he hears your name be mentioned in the room, a big smile replacing his tired-looking poker face.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who awkwardly asked you a question after your first history class together— “Did you learn anything earlier?”— after he literally fought the urge to sleep during almost the whole period.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who “borrows” your notes and takes pictures of them, but dude doesn’t even study. He’s only doing it so he can save your handwriting in his gallery.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who was always the one to initiate conversations with you. Asking straightforward things like “Where do you live?”, and random things like “What’s your haircare routine?” (Poor dude was nervous)

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who “randomly” chose you as his peer evaluator for his lyric essay in literature class. But what surprised you was the theme of the work—it was love and admiration. But more than that, it felt oddly directed towards you because… well it just felt and looked like it?

The story felt too familiar and the descriptions of the girl and the way he acted and thought in the poem was really similar to how you guys are?

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou whose body faced you, eyes gleaming, and lips in a wide smile, watching you read his work, watching you.

Maybe he did mean for you to read it.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who you look at after reading the line “your smile warms me up to the moon and back.” And you see him smiling so happily like a little kid, eyes gleaming with joy and lips smiling so fondly.

You wondered if he intentionally chose you to be the one to read it.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who flashed you such a big and bright smile, a smile you’ve seen on him for the first time, and it happened all because you read his work.

Strange, you thought.

And you’d hate to admit but, his smile made you pause and stare for a few seconds, all while he was still looking at you, smiling, anticipating.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who did, in-fact, purposely chose you to read his work, because…

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou did, in-fact, wrote that lyric essay about you.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who cowardly used the excuse “Yn, you’ll be my peer evaluator instead.“, demanding, not requesting, also because he claimed that everyone was “busy”—they were literally just doomscrolling in their phones and chitchatting.

Curious!Reader, you, hehe, who comes home later that day and hits up Chat-GPT and asks for “signs that a guy likes me”, and proceeds to have a 2-hour yap session with Chat about how Rintarou “definitely” likes you, as per Chat-GPT’s words.

Gee, thanks for being so supportive with our delusions, chat.

Seatmate!Suna Rintarou who indeed showed a bunch of signs that he likes you.

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FormerSeatmate!Suna Rintarou who you still catch looking at you, even when you aren’t seat mates anymore.

Him being in the far back and you being at the very front, but every time you glance at the back, you see his eyes already glued to you, not even breaking eye contact after being caught.

He continues to make silly faces ti make you laugh, even when ya’ll are literally more than five feet apart.

FormerSeatmate!Suna Rintarou who always says “Let’s go, yn!!!” to you as form of hyping you up for no reason every time you guys pass each other by.

FormerSeatmate!Suna Rintarou who always cheerfully greets you with an annoying high-pitched voice— “hiiii, yn~~~!!”, mocking the way you girls greet each other.

FormerSeatmate!Suna Rintarou who definitely likes you, he’s just a bitch about it.

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[chariaki]

You like ‘because’, and you love ‘despite’.

The reason for his love.

A Nanami Kento drabble!

Kento Nanami who wonders why he likes you. Not in spite, but in genuine curiosity.

Kento Nanami who finds it hard to think of an exact answer to that. One that feels like that's it.

He guesses it's your energy, and the way you easily brighten him up, the smiles you effortlessly put on his face, the hearty laughs he gets with simply being with you, and the fact that you always occupy his mind even when you aren't even with him.

Or maybe it’s the way you snore so loudly when you’re asleep, putting a smile on his face even before bed, or your cute bed hair and raspy voice in the morning, or the way get irritated easily when you’re stressed, because you work so hard.

But, no.

Nanami figures that some of those things don’t appeal to just anyone.

He realizes that you really do have his heart gripped with your cute little hands.

Because he still finds you pretty when you throw up on his clothes, take a hard poo, and even when you curse the shit out of him when you’re mad.

Kento Nanami who concludes that he doesn’t like you, rather, he loves you.

He realizes that it is that simple.

Kento Nanami is, after all, a simple man inlove.

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/    づ♡ He loves you!

[chariaki]

Rain, rain, don't go away.

Kento Nanami x reader

Dear Diary,

I always thought that being offered a jacket from a man when a lady is cold was sooooo cliché, and I admit, a little desperate. I am and will always be a responsible and independent woman, who is very much capable of warming myself up in the cold.

But then, today, as I was walking out of the library, there was a heavy rainfall outside. Much too my discontent, I didn't bring a jacket or an umbrella with me.

So much for being independent, i guess.

But out of nowehere, an acquaintance of mine, a handsome and kind Kento Nanami approached me from behind, and slipped his blazer over my shoulder.

Kento Nanami who hurriedly packed his things when he saw you leaving.

Kento Nanami, who noticed it was raining, and ran after you to give you his umbrella, or even, walk with you under it, he had hoped.

Kento Nanami who nervously searched his bag in a hurry to find his umbrella before you leave, but to his dismay, he realized he had left it at his front door.

Being too excited and preoccupied by his thoughts of you, to care about such trivial things.

I was aware he was studying in the same library, as we were in the same table, but I wasn't aware that'd he'd follow me on my way out, and of course, drape his blazer on my figure. I felt odd. A rush of blood went up my cheeks, butterflies in my stomach– the good kind– and, maybe falling in love?

Kento Nanami who learned from the obnoxious Gojo Satoru about giving a jacket to a lady in cold circumstances.

Kento Nanami who shared the same thoughts as you, thought it was cringey and didn't want to look weird in your eyes.

Kento Nanami whose thoughts were tangled between a nagging Satoru and a lovesick inner voice, finally gave in and shrugged off his blazer.

Kento Nanami, with trembling hands, flushed cheeks, and a racing heartbeat, nervously and ever so gently, placed his blazer atop your shoulders.

The blazer wasn't even that thick, nor did it provide much warmth, in fact, a shiver ran through my spine, and my tummy felt light. I now understand the rage and popularity of receiving a jacket in the cold.

It's romantic because it was gentle, his lingering perfume surrounded me, the details of how he is can be seen from his well-taken cared of blazer, and the sweet and silent gesture made it all so intimate.

Kento Nanami, whose eyes nervously darted everywhere but at you– who couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed with a mix of curiosity—and, perhaps, a hint of something more tender.

Kento Nanami who didn't want to delude himself into thinking, believing you were giving him heart eyes.

When in fact, you were.

The both of you were so caught up in the moment that neither of you noticed.

Kento Nanami who told you to wait for him inside the library as he ran in the rain to the nearest convenience store to buy the both of you umbrellas.

Kento Nanami who also used it as an excuse so you wouldn't see his flushed face, his own heart eyes, and the fluttering embarrassment he felt in that moment.

Unbeknownst to the frantic blonde gentleman, dear reader was standing in that spot for a while. Frozen in place, not literally, thanks to his blazer, but in an awful embrassment and an intense rush of feelings.

My heart pounded, my cheeks burned, and in an instant, my feelings for Kento Nanami grew even more.

With love,

Reader.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

Kento Nanami who bought only one big umbrella for the both of you.

And in the rain, walked two hopeless romantics huddled together beneath a single umbrella, blissfully unaware of each other's feelings. They walked in silence, the only sound they heard was the gentle patter of rain drops falling on their umbrella, and the pounding of their hearts, the warmth of their closeness melted away the chill.

Maybe not so hopeless, I suppose.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

[obito-in-disguise]

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[chariaki]

Hello, love!

I'm sorry I saw this late, but I'm still very thankful. I'd like to tell you that I kicked my feet and rolled around in bed when you mentioned me here, hehe!

Happy Valentine's day to you, beautiful stranger 💝🫂

[chariaki]

The classic meet cute!

Kento Nanami x reader

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Kento Nanami's first time meeting you was when he went to his usual park, only to find it crowded, but in the midst of it all, he saw you, lovely under the sun's shine.

He had grown accustomed to spending his weekends in quiet solitude, usually nestled in a corner of the park, away from the chaos of the world. But today was different—today, the park was brimming with life, filled with kids running around, families having picnics, and pets playfully darting between the crowds. Apparently, there was a school event going on.

His eyes scanned the scene, but they paused when they landed on you. There you were, sitting in a beautiful sundress, your attention completely absorbed by a cat you were delightfully feeding. He couldn’t help but watch you for a moment— it's as if you sat in perfect placement under the sun's warm light—but the moment was short-lived.

The feline, a curious one, suddenly saw him and, before he could react, wrapped her tail around his leg.

Kento Nanami who froze, didn't know what to feel. It was a mix of emotions, the weird warm feeling from the cat on his leg—or was it because of you who sat sunkissed, and is now looking straight at him!?

Did he have something on his face? Or worse, a stain on his shirt from the sandwich he had just eaten?

You looked at him, and for a moment, as cliché as he disliked it to say, he felt like the world went in slow motion.

Kento Nanami whose heart skipped. Why were you staring at him for so long? He awkwardly looked down at his shirt and wiped his hands as if to check if there was something wrong with him.

"Hello!" he blurted, the pitch of his voice higher than usual.

Ugh, that was smooth.

You smiled, a soft gleam in your eyes. "Hi!"

You returned the same energy, easy and light.

Kento Nanami whose face flushed in embarrassment, and he turned away in a hasty retreat, hoping his awkwardness wouldn’t be the highlight of your day.

But as he turned, the universe had other plans.

The cat, apparently struck by Kento’s exit, decided your jacket was far more interesting than the crumbs you had been feeding her. She dragged it across the concrete floor, claws and teeth tugging at the fabric.

Kento didn’t even think. Before you could react, he was already moving—his body moved faster than his thoughts.

Perhaps it was the instinct to protect his peace. Perhaps it was the nagging thought that you’d be annoyed if your jacket got damaged...or perhaps it was simply because you were beautiful, and he wanted to see you smile at him again, and maybe... even talk to you.

"Hey—wait!" he called out, chasing after the cat with a surprising burst of speed, looking a little... ridiculous. He reached down and snatched your jacket from the cat’s persistent teeth.

With a little tug, Kento managed to get your jacket back—but it was slightly torn from the feline’s chewing.

He cleared his throat, trying to act cool. "Please excuse me about that... um, the jacket, I mean. I—"

"You’re not really a cat person, are you?" you said, laughing lightly.

"It seems so..," He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "But... I would like to make it up to you. Let me buy you a new one?"

You paused for a second, then grinned. "Well, if you insist, I guess I could lend you my time, and let you treat me to a new jacket."

And just like that!

Kento Nanami found himself wanting to spend the rest of his afternoon with you, helping pick out jackets at a nearby store. He didn't expected to enjoy himself, but he did. You were easy to talk to, and the more time he spent with you, the more his heart felt lighter.

By the end of the day, he found himself walking home with his thoughts occupied by you.

He reached into his pocket and found a pink note folded inside. Unfolding it, he smiled when he saw your number written on it, with a little happy face.

(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

The universe, it seemed, had a funny way of making him step out his shell and see more of the world—and for once, he wasn’t complaining.

[chariaki]

Flower petals

Kento x reader

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

"Does he like me?" pluck 𓄼

"or like me not?"pluck 𓄼

"He likes me.. " pluck 𓄼

"He likes me not." and the flower's petals ran out. You sighed, feeling down because even the flowers think he doesn't like you anymore.

You're sitting under the shade of a big oak tree, surrounded by plucked flower petals of different colors. All of which, coincidentally, ended with "he likes me not." Curse those even numbered flowers.

You were waiting for you boyfriend, Kento Nanami. You were rather nervous because it's almost been a month since you started dating. And one particularly embarrassing incident had been replaying in your mind as you worry it might've turned him off.

You plucked another flower as you recall that memory.

It happened on your little date at a ramen restaurant. You were enjoying the big bowl of hot noodles, in fact, it was too hot. It burnt your tongue, so you had to drink water, but, somehow, when you sipped the water, your lipstick got on your teeth, so when you smiled at Nanami, a little pink smudge appeared. Nanami, being the gentleman that he is, handed you a tissue and his phone camera.

But that doesn't stop there! Afterwards, as you were enjoying your ramen, you uncontrollably let out a loud burp. A not so feminine burp. But it's okay, Nanami smiled, you thought it was out of courtesy, but really, it was a smile of fondness. He found it adorable how you could easily express yourself, whether you meant to or not.

But, dear reader, did you really think it stops there? Are you forgetting how clumsy you truly are? You should really distance youe bowl further away from you. Because when you bent down to grab your bag that fell off the chair, your head hit the table and caused the bowl to shake and spill on you.

You got yourself wet in ramen soup!

In front of your unbelievably handsome and well-composed date!

"Are you alright, yn?" Nanami went to you, crouched and helped you up. He handed you tissues, once again, and asked for a waiter to help him clean up the spill.

Luckily, your date had a jacket in which he gave to you and told you to freshen up and wait for him in the bathroom as he quickly went to the nearest stores and bought you a new blouse.

And now, here you are, a few days after, under the shades of a big oak tree, waiting for your boyfriend.

What you didn't know was he was walking towards you from behind, so he could hear and see your little shenanigans. And as you reached your last petal,

"He likes me not. Again. Of course. "

You sighed, and finally gave up on the flowers that you put so much faith in.

"Of course, silly. It's because I love you. "

You turned around, seeing Kento Nanami in all his glory, the sun resting on his face and illuminating his beautiful blonde curls, eyes so gentle, mouth turned upward.

"What were you doing, dear?" He had his eyebrows up together, eyes lit, and lips wide open into a curious smile.

"I... oh, thank you." You mumbled as you accepted the bouquet he handed you. A bouquet of your favorite flowers, in your favorite colors.

"You were asking the flowers if I liked you? What made you doubt me?" He asked, sitting down next to you.

"Doubt you? Not at all! It's me who I'm doubting. If you still liked me after what happened in the ramen shop..." You trailed off, so embarrassed that you couldn't face him.

"Did sonething happen?" He wondered, ever so softly.

"Yes? Y'know... I was so out of it..."

"Ohh! You meant your little mishaps? It's no big deal, yn. I don't mind." He chuckled, brows up in realization of what you meant, eyes crinkled, head back.

"But I troubled you and embarrassed you... "

"You weren't embarrassing. You were adorable and fun to be around. And you didn't trouble me at all, in fact, if possible, I want you to trouble me more. I want to be there and take care of you."

You looked up and there he was—tall, blonde, with eyes so soft and full of warmth, they felt like home. His smile, that sweet, lovestruck smile, made your heart skip, as if the world itself paused just to admire him.

Kento Nanami. Your boyfriend. The one who always knew how to make you feel safe, loved, and cared for.

His love was like a dream you never wanted to wake from, more beautiful than anything you could’ve hoped for. In his presence, everything felt perfect, like you were exactly where you were always meant to be.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

Long forgotten were those fallen flower petals, for the man you were asking them about already told you he loves you.

[chariaki]

Omggg I love all your Kento fics, I've literally spent the last 30 minutes stalling through all of them, your work is Amazinggg💕💕

Thank you so much, Merry Chrsitmas to you 💝🎆

[chariaki]

Christmas Sweaters

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

"I said UGLY Christmas sweaters not nsfw Christmas sweaters!! "

"But, babyyy, aren't they so nicee??" He bats his annoyingly long eyelashes at you, hoping to persuade you.

"'Toru, this is embarrassing. I can't believe I let you do this."

Exactly.

You cannot believe you let him—a man with the mentality of a 5-year old—have the freedom of shopping for grown-ups' Christmas sweaters. Why did you think he'd take it seriously and buy decent ones?

"We CANNOT wear these, do you want my dad to kill you?"

"Awwwwwwww, but why notttttt? You look like such a cutie pie in that big ol' sweater! " He pouts even harder, obnoxiously swaying his arms.

Your blue-eyed, crazy white-haired boyfriend exaggeratedly motioned over you being completely engulfed in a sweater that's 3 sizes larger than you, with the picture of two big deer heads with red noses and suggestive expressions, both aligned on your chest, making it look like your boobies are sprawled out.

"Cute? Satoru Gojo, this is vulgar. "

You emphasize the word 'vulgar' while giving him a scolding expression. The usual lover's bicker going on between the two of you, wherein you scold Satoru like a strict mother, whilst he shamelessly grins, then disobeys you like the rebel child that he is.

"tsk tsk tsk, stop moaning, baby. It's alright, it's barely noticeable." He hushes , rubbing your sides up and down.

Although,

frankly speaking, it's hard to take him seriously with his sweater having a drawing of a shirtless santa in shades, with big words that say "I'm sexy and I know it. "

Like, first of all, how the fuck would santa deliver presents if he could barely see at night with those shades on?

"you look like a slut."

Ending the conversation, you walked away, smilling at your boyfriend's unlimited antics.

"I'm your slut" He lovingly implies as he follows you out the door and opens your car door for you.

"that's right, love." You wink and pat his cheek.

"You better drive fast so we'll be earlier than my bitchy aunts."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

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[chariaki]

"kiss me."

"what-"

You're head shot up, eyes now focusing on the white-haired man in front of you, mouth agape and eyes taking in his sunkissed figure.

He leaned his head closer to you, head resting on his palm, his arm on your desk, observing your reaction with a subtle smug look on face.

"what?" furrowing your brows, looking down on him with a hint of disgust.

"You're beautiful."

You scoffed.

"No need for the flattery. I'm doing this so you can shut the fuck up during class." You ignored him and returned to explaining the physics lesson he asked you to tutor him with.

You complied to this silly situation because you figured this would be a way for him to finally stop poking your side and whispering dumb questions to you during classes.

It's been an hour of explaining, and Satorou Gojo seems to have been quiet the whole time. You were happy because you assumed he was really listening and understanding the topic.

Unbeknownst to you, he, instead, was listening to your soft voice, and how you kept trying to make yourself sound strict and scary by making your voice sound deeper, how you brush your hair when you're thinking, how your fingers fidget with your ballpen when you're impatient, how your eyebrows lift up when you're anticipating his answer to a question he didn't even process.

Satrou adored you. This stupid physics tutoring was just a pathetic excuse to spend more time with you.

He reached his hand out towards you, and brushed your hair away from your face.

Pupils dialated, heartbeat quickened, eyes yearning. You watched him be like that, entertained by the sight of him.

The lovestruck man uttered.

"You wanna grab coffee?"

"No, Gojo. I wanna go home."

Swatting his hand away, and bluntly shooting down his offer, closing your books and tidying your stuff. Yet the man still persists.

"But we haven't even finished studying yet, haven't we, sweetheart?"

He holds both of your hands, and fiddles them up and down, treating you like a baby.

"You weren't even listening to me, '"sweetheart." " mocking him, trying to detangle your hands from his big, slender ones, though, failing miserably.

"I soooo listened to you! "

Tightening his grip with your intertwined fingers, and motioning them in the air.

"Yeah? What's the speed of light in a vacuum?"

"..."

"The only thing that matters is the speed of my heartbeat when I'm with you. "

He shoots you a wink.

"Wait- where'ya goin? "

"I'll walk you home!!" Quickly grabbing his backpack and chasing you down the halls.

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Satorou Gojo's plan Q has failed, but, no worries, he'll figure out more ways to make you fall for him. Today, he's just happy he got to be with you for an extra hour, and be able to walk you home... after chasing you down the road, of course.

[chariaki]

Marriage?

Kento x reader

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

"Darling, why does this alien keep following me?"

"Huh? Ohh!!...Kento, sweetheart... that's called a creeper. It's following you 'cause it wants to explode near you and kill you."

You recently taught you're boyfriend, Kento Nanami, how to play minecraft...and surprisingly, he's doing wonderful. In a span of 3 days, he created a garden, a pool and a bakery in creative mode. And yesterday, he's tried survival mode for the first time.

"Well, that's not very polite. I even shared my meat with him..."

"You did?"

"Yes..."

"Pfff-"

"Did I say something funny, love?"

It's day 2 of your sweet boyfriend trying to maneuver his way in survival mode. He's doing terrific, hasn't died yet! He managed to build up on his food and inventory. And you told him countless times to build atleast a tiny house in order to protect him at night, but he keeps saying that he'll do it later because he has to prepare a looootttt.

"Kento, baby... creepers aren't interested in meat or making friends. They're simply there to explode and kill those around them"

"Oh. Well, then I guess I should run away from him."

"Yup, you definitely should."

He wouldn't even let you peak at his device! He'd be playing in the corner, like a weird teenager.

"How ya holding up? Can I please see what you're doing, baby?" You emphasize the word "please", hoping that Nanami would give in. But, he wouldn't even look at your puppy eyes!!

"No, sweetheart. I told you I'll show you when I'm done."

"Tsk. What are you even planning?" You pout, bouncing your legs on his lap, foot poking at his side.

He grabs your foot and places it on his lap again. He's playing minecraft on one hand, while the other massages your feet! What a man, indeed.

"It's a secret" He says in a singong tone, leaning over to grab the remote on the coffee table and peck your lips.

"Here, baby. Why don't you distract your pretty eyes with some television entertainment, and I'll get back to you with my finished work. Sound good, hmm? "

"okay... "

How were you supposed to counter that when he kissed you so lovingly and whispered to you so softly?

A few hours had gone by. A variety show piqued your interest , however, you were more enamoured by the way you're boyfriend was so focused on his device. You could see the determination in his eyes.

He would also ask you random questions like "would you prefer wooden or tiled floors?" or "what colors would you like to see in a place?" And you would always answer quickly because you've been anticipating him, and the way he would hum in thought, then kiss you as a "thank you. "

You guessed he was finally building a himself a house.

But you were wrong.

He was building you and him a home.

He proudly and nervously handed you his phone, telling you to explore his carefully crafted house.

"I'm finished, love. Take a look at our house. I built it for us. This and so much more will be our life when we get married."

You were quite impressed, considering he built it in survival mode and for his first time doing so.

"Our house? Married? Marriage?"

It's an understatement to say that you were "flustered". You were red, stuttery, fidgety and baffled.

You did not expect him to bring that up. You've only been dating for a year. But don't get it wrong, you truly love Nanami, it's just that you didn't expect him to feel so strongly towards you to already consider marriage after only a year of dating!?

He chuckled. His deep, beautiful voice that reverberated through your heart.

"Yes, yn. Marriage. I-I'm not proposing to you right now! I'm just reminding you how much I love you, and that I'm more than ready to spend my lifetime with you."

He holds caresses your hands, eyes maintaining gentle, loving contact.

"I love you, Kento. Thank you, darling."

He leans in closer to kiss you. But you interrupt him midway. You whisper.

"Soooo, when are you going to propose?"

"Soon. In a beautiful place I know you'll like, with delicious food, a calming ambience, and just the two of us to experience it. "

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Kento Nanami, you're boyfriend of one year, builds you a house in minecraft to profess his love for you and confess that he's ready to upgrade to husband mode.

[chariaki]

Your love struck boyfriend Kenma.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who builds a whole 5-star resort for you in minecraft. And its only for you.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma crushed on you so hard in highschool and even up until now, a simple caress from your hands makes him bricked up. That man easily folds when you make eye contact with him.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who likes to sleep with his arm underneath your shirt, hugging your waist from behind, and occasionally always fondling your boobs. He's got his leg on top of your leg, chest pressed againts your back, hand under your shirt playing with your breasts, and his lips kissing your neck to your shoulders.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who enjoys you straddling him on his lap when he plays his games in his living room. He'd have his arms hugging your back, your head in the crook of his neck while he tries to quietly play because he knows you drifted off to sleep.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who ends his livestreams amd game sessions earlier now that he's finally got you to be his. He's just happy and excited to be with you, all comfy in his apartment, under his bedsheets.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who always leaves social parties with the excuse of "Sorry, I gotta go home to my girlfriend." and when they ask why, he just says:

"'Cause I wanna be with my girl."

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who manhandles your body for your butt to sit on his lap, just 'cause he's feeling extra clingy. He rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs your from behind, his hands holding the console rests on your lap.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who doesn't like to admit that he likes loves it when you grind on him. But you know he does, because he doesn't remove you from his lap. Instead, the poor man just grunts and whines, helplessly complaining about how he can't focus on his game, but he still holds you down so tight so you can't stand up.

Boyfriend!Kozume Kenma who's both a top and a bottom.

[chariaki]

Lover's quarell

A teensy weensy bit of smut!

Husband!Nanami who's big hands cup your cheeks, head dips to your level and kisses your lips to shut you up mid arguement. It wouldn't just be a normal "kiss". It'd be the type of kiss where his head moves slowly in sync with his lips kissing yours, with saliva mixed together, his tongue in your mouth. You'd always hear his deap moans and grunts, the way he inhales in your kiss, desperate for air. His big body caving into yours as if your legs didn't just buckle up on his waist to beckon him closer.

And when he pulls away for some air, your saliva and his would connect your bruised lips to his lipstick-stained ones.

Husband!Nanami who lifts you up and puts you on his shoulders when you told him to "take what's yours and leave for the night."

Husband!Nanami who walks closer to you, places his big, warm hands on your shoulders and lowers his face to plant a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes. Your nose. Your lips. It wouldn't just be a simple peck. It's a slow, wet and passionate kiss full of sincerity, love and adoration for you.

Husband!Nanami who would whisper: "let me make it right, love." in your ears while his cock is burried deep inside of you. Gently thrusting in and out while rubbing your back, your sides, your waist. He just wants to relieve your stress, and what better way to do that than to fuck it out of you using his fat cock that you love so dearly.

Husband!Nanami who understands his short coming and mistakes. He acknowledges your feelings and most importantly, he communicates. He sincerely apologizes with his eyes glued to yours, hands embracing your, body faced to yours. He asks you how can do better and, indeed, does better.

Husband!Nanami who tightly embraces you in bed after your arguement. Chest pressed to your back, arms to your tummy, head on the crook of your neck, lips kissing the blade of your shoulder. His body would never leave yours, no matter how hot it is. He's afraid he to lose you, so he hugs you tightly to prevent you from literally leaving.

Husband!Nanami who cooks your breakfast with a heart shaped omelette with words on top that say "I'm sorry ❤️" in ketchup. Alongside your favorite dish and coffee just the way you like it. It's not unusual for him to cook you breakfast or any other meals, it's just that most of the time, you wake up earliet than him to cook for him. So, of course, even if you didn't argue, Nanami would occasionally beat you to waking up early and preparing a breakfast in bed for you.

Husband!Nanami who demands you to hold his hand the whole day after every argument. This is because you're usually stubborn and avoidant. He doesn't want you to be awkward and distant. He doesn't need you to talk to him if you don't feel like it. A simple hold from your hands is plenty of reassurance for him and you.

[chariaki]

In sickness and in health, in loss and in success, in joy and in despair, in trials and in errors.

Husband!Nanami x reader

Exploring what love means to your husband Kento Nanami.

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Husband!Kento Nanami who loves you because you're you and loves you even when you're you.

The you when you're stressed, unmotivated, overwhelmed and lazy. The beautiful and carefree you. The short tempered you. The wonder-filled you. The you that lives in his heart and mind.

Husband!Kento Nanami who's still whole heartedly smitten by you even when you kick him in your sleep, steal his bread, yell at him when you're mad and call him baby girl petnames.

Kento Nanami doesn't believe in an instant compatability, nor love at first sight, and certainly not the classic "I found a whole new universe the second I saw you." nonsense.

He believes that to love someone is to truly know them. As the saying goes, "to be loved is to be known, " Husband!Kento Nanami knew he loved you when he saw you wholly as you really were. From your smile to the way your voice reaches an octave higher when your shy, to the way dress on the weekends when you rot in bed, the way your laughter reverberates warmth to his heart, the way you tap your feet when your nervous and the way your eyes sharpen when your mad. He has loved you even when he saw the sides of you that you deemed "unpleasant" yourself.

Husband!Kento Nanami who isn't the same person as you, but always willingly makes adjustments and improvements for you and your relationship, because he wants to make him and you work. Because he truly respects and loves you.

Husband!Kento Nanami who fears you were too good for him.

Husband!Kento Nanami who cried in your arms when you told him you thought the same about him and confessed your love for him.

Husband!Kento Nanami who doesn't understand how someone can instantly "love" someone at first sight just because they're visually appealing. He believes that the term and the feeling of love itself shouldn't be reduced to a mere and momentarily attraction.

Husband!Kento Nanami who firmly stands with the belief that love is a commitment. He wholly commits himself, his time, his body, his heart, his mind, his everything to you. From the simplest ways of walking a few extra meters to buy your favorite food late at night, thinking and worrying about you everytime even when you aren't sad, using his hands to soothe your back and squeeze your shoulders when you look stressed.

Husband!Kento Nanami who firmly stands with the belief that love is a promise. He promises to be with you in sickness and in health, in loss and in success, in joy and in despair, in trials and in errors. That was part of your wedding vows and exactly why he kneeled down to you. Because he knew he could fulfill that promise and that no one else can compete with the immense love and adoration that he perpetuallly holds for you and only you.

Husband!Kento Nanami who firmly stands with the belief that love is an understanding. Regardless of contrasting differences in preferences, opinions, styles, challenges and lifestyle, Nanami will always make the effort to understand you, because he knows you will for him, too. Love doesn't always come naturally or instantaneously. It's also learning to adjust and adapt a new life together with your person. And for Nanami, you're his person.

Husband!Kento Nanami who knows love is present and is real because of his relationship with you. Because you exist.

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