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EDEN — she / her

🐑: jjk fluff

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Can someone suggest some ideas for what to write or which JJK character to write about? 😭☹️

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I still choose you Olderbf!Nanami x Youngergf!Reader

“He makes more sense for you.”

At first, you thought you'd misheard him.

You looked up from where you were taking off your earrings and found Nanami sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his dress shirt from the party. His tie hung loose around his neck, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked exhausted, but there was something else in his expression too. Something heavier.

"What?" you asked.

Nanami stared at the floor for a moment before answering. "The man you were talking to tonight."

You blinked. "Gojo?" He nodded once.

A laugh almost escaped you. "Kento, he's just a friend."

"I know."

"Then what's the issue?"

His jaw tightened. The silence that followed felt wrong. Nanami wasn't usually someone who struggled to say what he meant.

Finally, he said, "He makes more sense for you."

You frowned. "What does that even mean?"

"He understands your life." His voice remained calm, but it sounded forced somehow. "He's closer to your age. You have similar experiences. Similar interests."

The realization hit you all at once. This wasn't about Gojo. It never had been.

Slowly, you sat down beside him. “Baby..”

He didn't look at you.

"Kento, look at me."

When he finally did, your heart sank. Because he looked genuinely afraid. Not jealous. Not angry. Afraid.

"You know," he said quietly, "sometimes I watch you with your friends and I feel like I'm standing outside of something."

You stayed silent, letting him continue.

"They talk about things I don't understand. Trends, music, people I've never heard of." He let out a small, humorless laugh. "Half the time I don't even understand the references you're making."

"You don't have to."

"Maybe not. But one day you'll meet someone who does."

The words hurt more than you expected.

"Darling—"

"I know you love me." He cut himself off for a second, looking down at his hands. "At least I think you do. But I also know that people change."

Your chest tightened.

"I keep wondering when you're going to realize you'd be happier with someone else."

The room felt unbearably quiet. You stared at him, trying to understand how long he'd been carrying this around by himself.

Weeks? Months? Years?

"Is that really what you think?" you asked.

Nanami didn't answer. That was an answer enough.

You reached for his hand. "Do you know what I think when I look at you?"

His eyes lifted to yours.

"I think about the man who memorized my coffee order after hearing it once. The man who carries a charger because he knows I forget mine. The man who pretends he doesn't care and then checks if I got home safely every single time."

A tiny crack appeared in his composure.

"I don't look at you and see someone who's too old for me."

His grip tightened around your hand.

"I look at you and see the person I love."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Nanami closed his eyes. The expression on his face looked almost painful, like hearing those words was harder for him than he'd expected. When he finally opened his eyes again, they were softer. Still uncertain.But softer.

"You really mean that?"

You laughed quietly.

"Kento, I've spent two years choosing you every single day. How many more times do I have to do it before you believe me?"

For the first time that night, a real smile appeared on his face. Small. Rare. Beautiful. And when he pulled you into his arms, holding you a little tighter than usual, you understood something. Nanami wasn't scared of the age gap. He was scared of losing the person he loved. And those weren't the same thing at all.

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the night i finally broke

cw: postpartum depression

The baby had finally fallen asleep, but you couldn't. Even with the apartment quiet for the first time all day, your mind refused to settle. You sat curled up on the couch, staring at nothing in particular while exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders. You loved your daughter more than anything, yet lately every day felt harder than the last. The guilt was the worst part. Everyone talked about how magical motherhood was supposed to feel, but all you felt was tired. Tired and sad and confused.

Nanami found you there long after midnight. He had gotten up expecting to find you asleep beside him, only to discover your side of the bed empty. The sight of you sitting alone in the dark immediately made his chest tighten.

"Darling?"

You flinched at the sound of his voice, quickly wiping at your eyes as if he hadn't already noticed the tears.

"I'm fine."

The lie sounded pathetic even to your own ears.

Nanami didn't argue. Instead, he crossed the room and sat beside you. The cushion dipped beneath his weight, and somehow that tiny movement was enough to make the pressure in your chest unbearable. Before you knew it, tears were spilling down your cheeks.

"I'm trying so hard."

Your voice cracked.

"I'm trying to be a good mom."

Nanami's expression immediately softened.

"You are a good mother."

You laughed bitterly and shook your head.

"No, I'm not."

The words tumbled out before you could stop them. Every thought you'd been keeping buried for weeks suddenly demanded to be heard. You told him about the exhaustion that never seemed to leave. About how you felt guilty whenever you got frustrated. About the way you looked at yourself now and barely recognized the person staring back. Most of all, you admitted how scared you were.

"I don't know what's wrong with me."

Nanami's jaw tightened.

"Nothing is wrong with you."

"Then why can't I do this?"

Your shoulders shook with another sob.

"Why does everything feel so hard?"

For a moment, Nanami simply looked at you. The pain in his eyes made your chest ache because he looked like he wished he could carry every ounce of your suffering himself.

"How long have you felt this way?"

You looked down at your lap.

"I don't know."

But you did know.

Weeks.

Maybe months.

Long enough that pretending had become second nature.

Nanami exhaled slowly before reaching for your hand.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I should be happy."

Fresh tears blurred your vision.

"I wanted her so badly, Ken."

Your voice dropped to a whisper.

"So why am I so sad all the time?"

The look on Nanami's face shattered what little composure you had left. There was no judgment there. No disappointment. Only heartbreak.

He moved closer and gently pulled you into his arms.

"Oh, sweetheart."

The nickname alone nearly made you cry harder.

Nanami held you against his chest while you sobbed. He didn't rush you. He didn't tell you to calm down. He simply stayed there, one hand rubbing slow circles against your back while the other cradled the back of your head.

"You don't have to keep carrying this by yourself."

You gripped the front of his shirt.

"But what if I'm a bad mother?"

Nanami pulled back just enough to look at you.

"You aren't."

"But—"

"You aren't."

His voice was firm this time.

"You love her."

You swallowed hard.

"You worry about her."

Another tear slipped down your cheek.

"You've spent every day putting her needs before your own."

His thumb brushed beneath your eye.

"That doesn't sound like a bad mother to me."

The room fell quiet. For the first time in weeks, you felt seen. Not judged. Not pitied. Seen.

Nanami pressed a kiss against your forehead.

"We're going to get through this."

You closed your eyes.

"Together?"

A small smile appeared on his face.

"Together."

And for the first time since giving birth, the future didn't seem quite as frightening. Because no matter how dark things felt right now, you knew one thing with absolute certainty.

Nanami wasn't going anywhere.

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mornings with nanami ｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

the house was unusually quiet. normally by this time, nanami would already be dressed for work and halfway through answering emails while drinking coffee that had long gone cold. instead, sunlight peaked the curtains and illuminated the unexpected sight of your husband still asleep beside you.

you studied him for a moment. his phone sat untouched on the bedside table, and looking at the clock, he had somehow slept for nearly three hours later than usual. this felt impossible for you to believe.

a low groan escaped his lips as he shifted beneath the blankets. without opening his eyes, nanami reached across the mattress until his hand found yours. his fingers tightened around it.

“I know you’re staring at me,” nanami says, his voice rough with sleep. his eyes remained closed as he spoke, and he gently tugged on your hand until it was resting against his chest. “you’ve been staring for at least two minutes.”

you couldn’t help laughing. “you weren’t even awake.”

“I am now.”

“you literally had your eyes closed.”

nanami finally opened one eye and looked up at you. “that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what was happening.” his arm slid around your waist a moment later, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. “you’re also sitting too far away.”

the seriousness in his voice made you laugh at him. for someone who spent most of his week buried in meetings, deadlines, and endless work calls, he became surprisingly clingy whenever he had free time. it was as though he spent the entire week storing up affection only to unleash all of it the second he got a chance.

the mattress shifted beneath you as he moved closer, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“you know,” you said, glancing at the clock again, “most people are awake by now.”

“most people are exhausting.”

you rolled your eyes. a small smile appeared on his face before he buried it against your shoulder.

then you felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. the kiss was soft, almost absent-minded. you immediately smiled.

“nanami.”

“hm?” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with gentle kisses all over.

you tilted your head slightly. “you’re very clingy today.” lifting your hand over him, running your fingers through his hair,

his response came in the form of another kiss near your jaw. “I haven’t seen my love properly this week,” nanami said quietly. “I’ve been leaving before you’re fully awake and getting home when you’re already half asleep.”

the honesty in his voice made your heart soften.

because he wasn’t wrong. the past few weeks had been especially busy for him. even when he was physically home, part of his attention seemed to be somewhere else.

now, for the first time in what felt like forever, he was completely present.

another kiss landed on your lips. then another and another and ano– you laughed softly. “you’re proving my point.”

“i don’t know what point you’re talking about,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “today’s not about work .”

you raised an eyebrow. “no?”

“no,” nanami said, completely serious. “today is about staying in bed with my wife and let her know (and feel) how much I’ve missed her.”

his arm came around your waist, tightened. “let me spoil you today.”

— ᨳଓ .

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this is your fault

Fratkuna x Reader

Frat boy Sukuna who accidentally ruins your life. Okay, maybe ruins is dramatic. But meeting him was definitely the beginning of your problems.

It starts when your friends drag you to a fraternity party you didn't even want to attend. You're standing in the kitchen, nursing the same drink for twenty minutes, when somebody bumps into you. Hard. Your drink spills all over your shirt.

"Watch where you're going, asshole."

You spin around, ready to argue, only to find yourself staring up at the tallest, most annoyingly attractive guy you've ever seen. Pink hair. Tattooed arms. A cocky smirk that immediately makes you dislike him.

"Pretty sure you ran into me," he says.

"You literally hit me."

"Did I?"

You hate him instantly. Unfortunately, Sukuna decides he's entertained. Which is somehow worse. After that, he starts appearing everywhere. In the library, outside your classes, and at the coffee shop. Leaning against your car in the parking lot like he pays the insurance on it.

"Are you stalking me?"

"That's a strong word."

"You knew my class ended at three."

"I have hobbies."

"Your hobby is apparently being annoying."

He laughs. Actually laughs. Like you've just told the funniest joke in the world. And from that moment on, you're doomed. Because Sukuna likes people who talk back. Everyone else either fears him or follows him around like lost puppies. You call him an idiot to his face. You roll your eyes when he flirts. You refuse to be impressed by his reputation. And now he's obsessed.

The realization hits you during a party. You mention, completely offhandedly, that you like a certain snack.

A week later, you walk into the fraternity house and find an entire box sitting on the counter. Nobody knows where it came from. Except Sukuna. Who's watching from the couch. Smirking. You stare at him.

"You're weird."

"You like me."

"No, I don't."

"Sure."

The scary thing is that he doesn't even seem concerned about whether you like him back. It's like he's already decided you'll eventually be his. Not in a creepy way. In the way Sukuna approaches everything. Completely convinced the world will bend to his will if he stares at it long enough.

And somehow... The longer you're around him... The more it actually starts working.

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crimson Regret

Vampire!Nanami x Human!Reader

Nanami knew the exact moment he ruined everything. It wasn't the night he told you he was a vampire. It wasn't the night he fell in love with you. It was the night he tasted your blood. It had been an accident. A stupid accident.

One shattered glass. One deep cut across your palm. And one second of weakness. One second. That was all it took. Now, weeks later, he couldn't look at you without remembering how sweet you tasted. How easy it would've been. How desperately a part of him wanted more.

"Kento?"

He blinked. You were standing in the kitchen doorway, concern written all over your face. You always looked at him like that lately.

Worried. Confused. Hurt.

Because he kept pulling away.

"I'm fine."

The lie came automatically. Your shoulders sagged.

"Okay."

You left before he could stop you. Nanami sat alone in the dark apartment long after you'd gone to bed.

Fine… He wasn't fine.

Every heartbeat from the bedroom reached his ears. Every breath. Every movement beneath the sheets. A constant reminder of what you were.

Human. Fragile. Temporary.

And him? A predator pretending to be a boyfriend. A monster pretending he deserved your love.

The next morning you found him packing a suitcase. For a moment neither of you spoke. Then—"What are you doing?"

Nanami folded another shirt.

"I'm leaving."

The words felt like knives in his throat. You laughed. Not because it was funny. Because you thought he was joking.

"Darling."

He couldn't meet your eyes.

"Don't."

The laughter disappeared instantly.

"Don't what?"

"Don't make this harder."

The silence that followed felt unbearable. Your voice came out small.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

Nanami wanted to say no. God, he wanted to. Instead he nodded. You looked like he'd slapped you.

"Why?"

Because I love you. Because every day I stay, I want you more. Because one day my self-control might fail. Because I would rather destroy myself than hurt you. Because I am terrified. Because I am selfish enough to want a future that can never exist. Because you'll grow old. Because I won't. Because I'll have to watch you die. Because I can't survive that.

But none of those answers would make this easier. So he chose the cruel one.

"It's for the best."

Your eyes filled with tears. Nanami nearly broke right then.

"It's for who?" you asked.

He said nothing.

"Kento, look at me."

Slowly, he did. And the devastation on your face almost brought him to his knees.

"You don't get to decide what's best for me."

His jaw tightened.

"I do when staying with me puts you in danger."

Something shattered in your expression.

"Danger?"

Your laugh sounded broken.

"After everything we've been through, that's what you think?"

"It's the truth."

"No."

You stepped closer.

"It isn't."

Nanami backed away. You stopped immediately. That hurt more than anything. The realization that you noticed. That you noticed every time he flinched. Every time he avoided touching you. Every time he acted like your love was something dangerous.

Tears slipped down your cheeks.

"Do you know what hurts the most?"

He already knew. But he let you continue.

"You never trusted me enough to let me choose."

The room felt suffocating.

"I chose you."

Your voice cracked.

"Every day."

Nanami closed his eyes. Please stop. Please. Because if you keep talking, I'm going to stay. And if I stay— "You don't get to leave because you're scared."

The words landed directly in his chest. Scared. Maybe that was it. Not blood. Not hunger. Not immortality.

Fear.

Fear of losing you. Fear of hurting you. Fear that loving someone this much would eventually destroy him.

Nanami laughed bitterly.

"You're right."

You stared. His eyes burned.

"Because I am scared."

For the first time, he admitted it.

"I'm terrified."

Your expression softened.

"Kento..."

"I'm terrified that one day I'll lose control."

His voice shook.

"I'm terrified that one day you'll hate me."

A tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it.

"And I'm terrified that if I stay, I'll spend the rest of my existence loving someone I can never keep."

The apartment fell silent. You crossed the room slowly. This time he didn't move away. Your hands cupped his face. Warm. Alive.

Everything he was not.

"You idiot."

A watery laugh escaped you. Nanami actually smiled. Just a little.

"You've already got me."

And somehow that made everything worse. Because for the first time in centuries, Nanami wanted to believe you. Wanted to believe love could be enough. Even when the clock was already counting down the years you had left. Even when he knew he'd spend forever remembering you. And maybe that's what truly terrified him. Not your blood. Not his hunger.

The fact that losing you one day would hurt far more than never having you at all.

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HII I LOVE UR FICS SO MUCH!! Do you take request fics?? If so could you make one of Nanami x Reader but Nanami is a vampire

YES OMGG! I absolutely take requests!! A vampire Nanami sounds so good, adding this to my list right now.

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JJK Masterlist

Choso Fluff

on your knees beloved (suggestive)

pretty things like you

don’t look at me like that

learning how to be loved

when i lose control

backstage kisses (suggestive)

sliverkiss

Nanami Fluff

held together by you

i noticed

i still choose you

crimson regret

the night i finally broke

Sukuna Fluff

this is your fault

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I still choose you Olderbf!Nanami x Youngergf!Reader

“He makes more sense for you.”

At first, you thought you'd misheard him.

You looked up from where you were taking off your earrings and found Nanami sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his dress shirt from the party. His tie hung loose around his neck, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked exhausted, but there was something else in his expression too. Something heavier.

"What?" you asked.

Nanami stared at the floor for a moment before answering. "The man you were talking to tonight."

You blinked. "Gojo?" He nodded once.

A laugh almost escaped you. "Kento, he's just a friend."

"I know."

"Then what's the issue?"

His jaw tightened. The silence that followed felt wrong. Nanami wasn't usually someone who struggled to say what he meant.

Finally, he said, "He makes more sense for you."

You frowned. "What does that even mean?"

"He understands your life." His voice remained calm, but it sounded forced somehow. "He's closer to your age. You have similar experiences. Similar interests."

The realization hit you all at once. This wasn't about Gojo. It never had been.

Slowly, you sat down beside him. “Baby..”

He didn't look at you.

"Kento, look at me."

When he finally did, your heart sank. Because he looked genuinely afraid. Not jealous. Not angry. Afraid.

"You know," he said quietly, "sometimes I watch you with your friends and I feel like I'm standing outside of something."

You stayed silent, letting him continue.

"They talk about things I don't understand. Trends, music, people I've never heard of." He let out a small, humorless laugh. "Half the time I don't even understand the references you're making."

"You don't have to."

"Maybe not. But one day you'll meet someone who does."

The words hurt more than you expected.

"Darling—"

"I know you love me." He cut himself off for a second, looking down at his hands. "At least I think you do. But I also know that people change."

Your chest tightened.

"I keep wondering when you're going to realize you'd be happier with someone else."

The room felt unbearably quiet. You stared at him, trying to understand how long he'd been carrying this around by himself.

Weeks? Months? Years?

"Is that really what you think?" you asked.

Nanami didn't answer. That was an answer enough.

You reached for his hand. "Do you know what I think when I look at you?"

His eyes lifted to yours.

"I think about the man who memorized my coffee order after hearing it once. The man who carries a charger because he knows I forget mine. The man who pretends he doesn't care and then checks if I got home safely every single time."

A tiny crack appeared in his composure.

"I don't look at you and see someone who's too old for me."

His grip tightened around your hand.

"I look at you and see the person I love."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Nanami closed his eyes. The expression on his face looked almost painful, like hearing those words was harder for him than he'd expected. When he finally opened his eyes again, they were softer. Still uncertain.But softer.

"You really mean that?"

You laughed quietly.

"Kento, I've spent two years choosing you every single day. How many more times do I have to do it before you believe me?"

For the first time that night, a real smile appeared on his face. Small. Rare. Beautiful. And when he pulled you into his arms, holding you a little tighter than usual, you understood something. Nanami wasn't scared of the age gap. He was scared of losing the person he loved. And those weren't the same thing at all.

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(Not proofread)

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your writing is so cool, how do you manage to get it to read like ChatGPT so well?

Thank you 😭 but idk if this is you accusing me of using AI?? Because i’m not☹️ I just spend way too much time editing my writing until it flows right

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held together by you

The first time Kento Nanami falls asleep on you, it’s entirely by accident.

One minute he’s sitting beside you on the couch, still half-dressed in his work clothes, listening to you talk about something neither of you will remember tomorrow.

The next, his head is resting against your shoulder.

Still.

Heavy.

Warm.

You stop mid-sentence.

Nanami doesn’t fall asleep around people.

Not fully. Not deeply. Not without one eye open to the possibility of disaster.

But here?

With you?

His breathing evens out almost instantly.

The television glows softly across the apartment, washing gold over the sharp lines of his face. Without the constant tension pulling at him, he looks younger somehow. Less like the man who carries entire city blocks worth of grief on his back.

More like someone who was meant to be loved gently.

You stare at him for a long moment before carefully brushing a strand of blond hair away from his forehead.

He doesn’t wake.

That’s what gets you.

Not the affection. Not even the closeness.

The trust.

Kento Nanami trusts you enough to be unconscious in your presence.

The realization settles in your chest with startling weight.

You lower the volume on the TV.

A few minutes later, he shifts slightly, brow furrowing as though he’s trying to wake himself back up on instinct alone.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, voice thick with exhaustion. “Didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t apologize.”

His eyes crack open slowly.

You smile. Soft. Quiet.

“Go back to sleep.”

Nanami looks at you for a long moment after that. Like he’s searching for something in your expression. Permission, maybe. Assurance.

Then he exhales.

And the tension leaves him all over again.

“You’re warm,” he murmurs absently, already half-asleep.

You laugh under your breath. “That’s romantic.”

“Hm.”

“Was that your attempt at flirting?”

A sleepy pause.

“Yes.”

It’s so sincere you nearly melt on the spot.

Because that’s the thing no one tells you about loving Kento Nanami.

He isn’t flashy about it.

He doesn’t shower you in grand declarations or overwhelming displays of affection. Love, to him, exists in consistency. In reliability. In every tiny thing he remembers without needing to be asked.

The exact way you take your coffee.

Which side of the bed you prefer.

How you unconsciously reach for him in your sleep.

He loves in observations.

In quiet persistence.

In staying.

Your fingers move carefully through his hair, slow enough not to disturb him. His arm tightens around your waist instinctively, pulling you closer even asleep.

Outside, rain taps softly against the windows.

Inside, Nanami breathes against your neck, steady and deep.

Safe.

You think, suddenly, that this might be the most intimate thing you’ve ever experienced.

Not sex.

Not passion.

Not desperation.

Just this impossibly capable man allowing himself to rest.

And maybe that’s what love really is to Kento Nanami.

Not intensity.

Not chaos.

Just finally finding someone who makes the world feel quiet enough to sleep through.

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(first time writing about nanami—hope you like it)

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hiiii! i love ur fics so muchh! do u perhaps have a master list?

Ahh thank you!! 🥹💖 I don't have a master list yet, but the fact that someone wants one is making me seriously consider putting one together lol

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ur fics r so great, how do you write?

Thank you! A lot of practice, reading constantly, and rewriting until it feels right. I try to focus on the characters and how they’d realistically react, then build the story around that. I’m glad you enjoy my fics. 💗💗

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I noticed cw: Nanami Kento x Neurodivergent Reader

You didn't mean to snap.

The grocery store had been too bright, too loud, too crowded. People kept stopping in the middle of aisles, carts kept bumping into each other, and every sound felt like it was being played directly inside your skull.

By the time you got home, you were already overwhelmed.

Then Nanami asked a simple question.

And you broke.

"Can everyone just stop talking to me for five minutes?" you shouted.

The second the words left your mouth, regret hit.

Nanami went quiet.

You went straight to your room, shut the door, and slid down against it, hands over your ears.

You hated this part.

The crying.

The guilt.

The feeling that you'd ruined everything.

Minutes passed before there was a soft knock.

Not demanding.

Just there.

"...Can I come in?" Nanami asked.

You nodded even though he couldn't see it.

The door opened slowly.

He didn't sit next to you right away. He just sat on the floor a few feet away, giving you space.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

Finally, you whispered, "I'm sorry."

Nanami looked over.

"For what?"

"I yelled at you."

"You were overwhelmed."

"I still yelled."

A pause.

"Those can both be true."

The tears started again.

You buried your face in your hands.

"I hate being like this."

The words came out broken.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then Nanami shifted closer.

Not enough to crowd you.

Just enough.

"I know today was difficult," he said quietly.

His hand rested beside yours, waiting.

Not forcing.

Waiting.

When you finally reached for him, his fingers immediately intertwined with yours.

"You don't have to earn comfort," he said.

Your chest ached.

"But I'm exhausting."

"No."

His answer was firm.

"You are someone I care about."

More tears slipped down your face.

Nanami gently pulled you against his shoulder.

And for once, he didn't try to solve anything.

He simply stayed.

Steady.

Patient.

Until the world felt a little quieter again.

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held together by you

The first time Kento Nanami falls asleep on you, it’s entirely by accident.

One minute he’s sitting beside you on the couch, still half-dressed in his work clothes, listening to you talk about something neither of you will remember tomorrow.

The next, his head is resting against your shoulder.

Still.

Heavy.

Warm.

You stop mid-sentence.

Nanami doesn’t fall asleep around people.

Not fully. Not deeply. Not without one eye open to the possibility of disaster.

But here?

With you?

His breathing evens out almost instantly.

The television glows softly across the apartment, washing gold over the sharp lines of his face. Without the constant tension pulling at him, he looks younger somehow. Less like the man who carries entire city blocks worth of grief on his back.

More like someone who was meant to be loved gently.

You stare at him for a long moment before carefully brushing a strand of blond hair away from his forehead.

He doesn’t wake.

That’s what gets you.

Not the affection. Not even the closeness.

The trust.

Kento Nanami trusts you enough to be unconscious in your presence.

The realization settles in your chest with startling weight.

You lower the volume on the TV.

A few minutes later, he shifts slightly, brow furrowing as though he’s trying to wake himself back up on instinct alone.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, voice thick with exhaustion. “Didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t apologize.”

His eyes crack open slowly.

You smile. Soft. Quiet.

“Go back to sleep.”

Nanami looks at you for a long moment after that. Like he’s searching for something in your expression. Permission, maybe. Assurance.

Then he exhales.

And the tension leaves him all over again.

“You’re warm,” he murmurs absently, already half-asleep.

You laugh under your breath. “That’s romantic.”

“Hm.”

“Was that your attempt at flirting?”

A sleepy pause.

“Yes.”

It’s so sincere you nearly melt on the spot.

Because that’s the thing no one tells you about loving Kento Nanami.

He isn’t flashy about it.

He doesn’t shower you in grand declarations or overwhelming displays of affection. Love, to him, exists in consistency. In reliability. In every tiny thing he remembers without needing to be asked.

The exact way you take your coffee.

Which side of the bed you prefer.

How you unconsciously reach for him in your sleep.

He loves in observations.

In quiet persistence.

In staying.

Your fingers move carefully through his hair, slow enough not to disturb him. His arm tightens around your waist instinctively, pulling you closer even asleep.

Outside, rain taps softly against the windows.

Inside, Nanami breathes against your neck, steady and deep.

Safe.

You think, suddenly, that this might be the most intimate thing you’ve ever experienced.

Not sex.

Not passion.

Not desperation.

Just this impossibly capable man allowing himself to rest.

And maybe that’s what love really is to Kento Nanami.

Not intensity.

Not chaos.

Just finally finding someone who makes the world feel quiet enough to sleep through.

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(first time writing about nanami—hope you like it)

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backstage kisses

The show ended an hour ago but Choso was still buzzing from adrenaline.

You could tell by the way he walked into the dressing room — rings still on, hair messy from sweat, black shirt clinging to him in a way that should honestly be illegal.

“You disappeared after the set,” you said from the couch, not looking up from your phone.

“Fans.”

“Mm.”

Choso shut the door behind him. Locked it.

That made you finally glance up.

“What?”

He just stared at you for a second. Heavy eyed. Exhausted. Wanting.

“You kept looking at me during the show,” he said quietly.

You smirked a little. “Maybe because you kept looking at me first.”

His jaw tightened slightly at that.

God.

Being in a band together was a terrible idea.

You barely had time to set your phone down before he crossed the room and grabbed your face, kissing you hard enough to steal the air from your lungs. It wasn’t sweet or hesitant — it felt like weeks of tension finally snapping.

Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt instantly.

“You have any idea,” Choso muttered against your mouth, “how hard it is standing on stage while you look like that?”

You laughed softly. “You’re literally the lead singer.”

“And you’re making my job difficult.”

He kissed you again slower this time, hands sliding down your waist while the muffled bass from the afterparty thumped through the walls outside.

“You smell like cigarettes,” you murmured.

“You still kissed me.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, pulling him back in by the necklace. “That’s probably a problem.”

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(Been busy with school, but I’m back! Here’s a short story.)