๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. cockwarming your husband after work
wc . around 612
tags . nanami kento. nanami x reader. nanamikentoxreader smut. all characters are above 18 years old. alternative au. non curse au. consented. sleepy nanami.18+ mdni!
Kento Nanami is a man of routine. Every day he gives you a kiss on the cheek and you send him off to work with his lunch. Every day he deals with Gojo showing up at his workplace and bothering him nonstop. Every day he tells Majorie that the printer location has not moved in the last 20 years and itโs the same place itโs always been. And every day he clocks out at 6. Not a minute later. He loves it though. He loves the thoughtfulness of the lunches you prepare him. He loves the sweet messages you leave during the day, asking him how heโs holding up. He loves the drive home from work, excited to see you again. He loves it when you pull him into the house the second his car parks in the driveway and you start telling him all about your day. He loves how the two of you greet each other again, more calmly with kisses. He loves the dinner the two of you have. He loves the way his cock fits snuggly in your slippery pussy as the two of you watch TV. You were being needy. Incessant. Uncompliant. You just had to get stuffed full by him, itโs the feeling you were craving. So now here the two of you are, watching a poorly made sitcom as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. Perched atop his lap and sunken down onto his thick cock, warming it.
โStop moving sโmuch. You said we didnโt have to do anything, just sit like this.โ He complains, his words smushing together and coming out as a drag.
โWe are just sitting like this.โ You inform him, wrapping his arms around you as you attempt to focus on the story line of the show. This is something youโd planned out. You knew what you were doing when you started this. You knew he wouldnโt say no to this. And you also knew that one movement too many would get him to want to fuck you. It was all a part of your plan, which he has now caught unto.
โFor now, till you start wiggling then thatโll make me wanna come and then Iโll have to move which is what I donโt want to do. I feel sleepy.โ He murmurs, taking slow and long blinks, attempting to keep himself awake. He nuzzles his head in the crook of his, closing his eyes.
โAww my pussyโs putting you to sleep.โ You coo, taking a finger and playing flicking his lips. โI donโt know if I should be offended.โ
โYou should just stay still.โ You can feel his voice through your body.
โHow about,โ you begin, swivelling slightly to get a better look at his face, โyou just sit and Iโll do the moving, gets the job done. Itโs a win win situation.โ
โNot a chance. Youโll quit soon and then youโll start whining that youโre too tired to carry on and finish the job you started. Then Iโll have to muster up energy to move, which I do not have. So until further notice, weโre staying like this.โ
โFor a man whoโs oh so tied he is talking quite a lot.โ You huff, pinching his nose, instead, he attempts to swat your hand away.
He blinks slowly and both of you watch TV. Then his hands start rubbing u everywhere and slowly. Then he starts kissing your jaw and the side of your face. โGood you make me feel good though.โ More kissing and stuff then heโs like โWho am I kidding?โ And he stands up places your back on the couch and fucks you.
(afab!reader, nerdkento kinda?, HEAVILY suggestive content, mentions of sex obvs, reader is feral for nanami (real), nanami kinda ooc??idk, reader calls kento โbabyโ๐)
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my first ever drabble on here! hehe. please be kind, i havent officially written any โx readerโ stuff since my diabolik lovers wattpad days about a decade ago๐ญ
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you were lying on kento nanamiโs naked chest after a third round of the most delicious sex. he leans against the headboard, his hand gently grazing your hip as he talks.
you were listeningโฆ at first of course, but somewhere along the way, your thighs started to press together. your eyes fixated on his mouth, his eyes and nose while he passionately spoke about his interests. god he was so fucking hot.
โโฆtherefore thatโs why i think pluto should be named as a main planet again i mean..โ
you couldnโt take it anymore. you had to act. โmhm.. poor polo.. such a sad thing to happen..โ you lean in, lips grazing his jaw, descending down his neck.
โโฆpluto.โ he states matter of factly
โyeah, that.โ your lips continue to press against his neck, slowly reaching his sweet spot you know draws out the most hottest of sounds.
he scoffs lightly while grinning, โdonโt tell me youโre still horny?โ
your thighs press again and you stop your kisses briefly, lifting your gaze to look at him. god you almost looked high. you were so gone on the drug that is kento nanami. โcan you blame me, baby? youโre just so sexy..โ
he blushes slightly, a little taken aback by the praise. you smirk and continue kissing his neck again. โgod, please keep talking.โ you say between kisses.
โw-what about?..โ he clears his throat
โanything. god anything, please, and donโt stop whatever you doโ
he hesitates but continues to speak, โwell..โ
your eyes almost roll back. were you ovulating? probably. but then again, it is nanami and you always feel youโre ovulating when heโs around.
you trail lower and grin. his v line coming into view, driving you crazy. you shift yourself between his bent legs, hands slowly descending down his stomach as you kiss him through his boxers. he groans softly, gently bucking his hips.
pulling his boxers down, allowing him to spring free, half hard. your eyes brighten and you lick your lips. your head goes under the covers.
nanami arches his back and threads his fingers in your hair. shit, you just love how sensitive and responsive he is to your touch as you begin to lick up his shaft.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Your proffesor, Nanami Kento is rewarding you for getting a good grade on his test.
wc . around 2,91
tags . nanami kento. nanami x reader. professornanami! x reader. nanamikentoxreader smut. teacherxstudent. teacherxstudent smut. all characters are above 18 years old. alternative au. non curse au. college au. age gap, praise kink, size kink, authority kink, cussing.18+ mdni!
"Oooh fuck yes" you moan, the words rolling off your tongue as your head is being pushed down in the silky white sheets.
"You're doing so good for me." The deep and authoritative voice above you praises, drilling you deeper into the depths of the bed.
This sensation was like no other, his large warm dick pulsating within you.
He's like no other.
No one can ever make you feel this sugary-like rush, no one can fill you up to your brim and over your limit, no one can make you scream his name as he pounds into you.
Your smaller body with freshly made love bites. It was an enthralling experience to have your body so pure treated and missed like a rag doll.
Your walls clench around his dick as your high approaches, though that does not cause him to slow down.
"Don't stop" you chant, your body trembling from this experience, your nails digging into the sheets to replicate the marks you left down his broad and muscular back earlier.
" What's my name, what do you call me?" He shouts, increasing the thrill so much more.
" Well done." He momentarily pauses as he flips around only to continue. Soon after your high arrives, your toes curl, and you come all over his never-ending pound with you.
" Fuck, shit, holy fuck." Your string of curses doesn't stop and neither does he, soon you begin shaking beneath him causing tears to the brim from the corners of your eyes.
" You look so pretty for me like this." He compliments, using his thumb to wipe your tears.
" Thank you sir," you say with a smile as you look up at your teacher.
So close, and youโre seconds away from squealing in ecstasy, alerting everyone in the restaurant about the nasty thing happening beneath the table. Toes curl and fingers grip the dining table sheets as youโre moments away from your release. You peek a look at the smug man across the table, smirking as you struggle to contain yourself. You decide that itโs wise to divert your gaze to the table beneath to block out his taunting smirk.
Rewind to earlier in the evening. The two of you were preparing for this date, and somehow the topic of how far the two of you would go in bed came up. Nanami, overall, is an adorable guyโit's almost impossible to imagine him being into anything outside the realm of his charmingly vanilla nature. He seems like a man who likes things simple, the way he is. You on the other hand have been with guys who were into things you typically werenโt at first, until you gave them a try. You felt as though the debate you and Kento were having was pointless. It was clear to see he was softer than you in these things. However, he swore the same for you. He struggles to grasp the concept that you could be into things โhardcoreโ, after all, youโve never asked for those things.
โListen Kento, why donโt we drop this? We donโt have to prove anything to anyone, lets go and enjoy this date okay?โ you say to him, applying the final touches of your makeup like second nature. You look at him through your mirror when you arenโt met with a response. Thatโs when it started. You could almost see the devilish plan formulating in his brain, with the way his brain started twisting with a smile. It was weird. โKent-โ
โPublic kink.โ
โWhat?โ
โYou know, that kink where people get turned on from doing sexual acts in public.โ
You resume with your makeup, โI think you mean-โ
โNo matter what it means. I think you have that.โ
โYouโre saying it like its an illness I have.โ you chuckle.
โNo seriously. Am I right?โ
You take a moment to think. Do you? Itโs not something your exes have ever expressed interest in, and itโs not really something you thought about. You really werenโt sure.
โI don't know. Iโve never tried it before.โ you place your brush down now, fully ready for the date.
โWell then letโs try it. Do you want to?โ He asks, taking a step closer.
And thatโs when a vibrator got shoved in your panties, nestled between your folds. He turned it on the moment the two of you entered the restaurant and he began talking to the waiter. He was nice at first, sparing you of embarrassing moments and giving you breaks, so you thought youโd be able to hold out till the end of the date.
You were so wrong.
The two of you are quickly seated, and youโre guided to a secluded area of the restaurant. The booth is dimly lit, which creates an inviting and relaxing atmosphere. Your hand pushes past the beaded wall that separates the area, from the others. The orange hues reflecting from the beads settle unto the wooden table, filling the corner with a warm glow.
โ How did you manage to get us in this section?โ, you ask, still enthralled by this simple yet decorative area.
โYou can get whatever you want when you have a little cash,โ he responds, grabbing your coat for you before you sit.
The sounds of the restaurant turn into a barely audible hum, disassociating from your world.
โCan I get you two started on anything?โ the waitress asks, notepad in her hand.
โCould you start you with martinis and keep โem coming?โ
โSure thing. Is there anything youโd like maโam?โ
โUmโฆโ, your mind starts to blank, it starts to fog. From the corner of your eye you can see Kento smirking at your helplessness. Youโre fighting the urge to close your eyes and to help you remember all the alcohoic beverages youโve heard of, โIโll just have some martiniโs too.โ you respond as a last resort.
โComing right up.โ
As soon as she leaves, the blond man chuckles lowly, his hand; partially covering his mouth, as it that would alleviate your shame. โAsshole,โ you mutter refusing to look at him.
โWhat?โ he asks, the laughter still evident in his voice.
โAsshole.โ You say louder now, turning to face him, โYouโre not allowed to do it whilst Iโm talking.โ
โSays who?โ he retorts, leaning back in his seat with a grin.
โSays the rules.โ
โWhat rules we never made any rules?โ he says with faux innocence which grinds your gears even more.
โYeah, but there are like unspoken rules-โ you insist, jabbing your finger in his direction.
Youโre quickly interrupted by the waitress upon her quick return, โHere are your martinis. Iโll give you guys a couple of minutes to decide what youโd like to order.โ she says, placing down the martini glasses in front of the both of you.
โThat was fast. Wasnโt she fast?โ you ask.
โI suppose.โ Kento brings the rim of the glass to his lips before taking a sip, not necessarily bothered by the speed of the waitress.
You decide to follow suit and try the martini too, the sharp, chilled flavour surprises you. โThis is one heck of a martini.โ you exclaim, taking another sip.
โAre you not going to react?โ the blond asks, eyes peering over at your face to study your reactions. Heโs genuinely curious as to how youโve remained composed in these past few minutes, because the first few times he turned it on you couldnโt have been more obvious with your face, or changing how you stand, making it look like you wanted to pee yourself.
โReact to what?โ you respond nonchalantly, taking another sip of your drink.
โYou know what.โ he presses, his gaze narrowing slightly.
โIf youโre going to play mean, I wonโt give you the satisfaction you want. Now what should we get?โ You open the menu in front of you, eyes quickly scanning the general sections until he turns up the intensity of the vibrator, now youโre glad you have a book covering your face. Youโve been attempting to discreetly squeeze your thighs underneath the table, attempting not to catch Nanamiโs attention, but this hum that leaves your lips has definitely piqued Nanamiโs interest.
โDonโt try to fight it,โ he says murmurs softly, his voice like silk in your ear. Itโs even harder to fight once he places his hand on your thigh, rubbing gently. โAtta girl, just relax into it.โ Itโs taking everything in you to silence your whimpers that are aching to come out, the same way your cunt is aching for attention.
โFuck.โ you moan softly, barely audible to him.
โCome on, let's pick our courses,โ he says, grabbing his own menu. Suddenly reading has been the most difficult thing to do. Your mind canโt stay in one place, and keep drifting to elsewhere. Drifting to think about how your panties were definitely soaked through now, and if he wanted to Kento could lift your dress and see your wetness creating a patch on your underwear. โI think I'll go for the Canard aux, Iโm not sure I can say the rest of that, it's the Seared Rosemary Duck Breast with Blackberry Gastrique, what do you think?โ he asks, yet youโre still unable to respond. The words he says barely register in your mind, all you can think about is how good it would feel to have his face all up in your cunt, slobbering away at it and creating a big mess.
Upon seeing your head drop down to the table again, Nanami increases the intensity of the remote-controlled device, watching as you bite your lip, attempting to hold back your whimpers and cries of pleasure. You begin to rock your hips, rolling them forward and snapping them back, practically riding the vibrator. You place your hand on Nanamiโs thigh, grabbing it instinctively as you resist the urge to come, and then all vibrations halt.
You exhale loudly, sighing in relief and attempting to catch your breath. After a moment or two, you finally regain your composure and lift your head off the table to take a quick glance at the menu. Your pussy is still throbbing from the achingly close high it was about to reach. The server makes her way back to both of your tables, ready to collect your orders.
โAre the two of you ready to order?โ
โYes. Iโll have the Seared Rosemary Duck Breast with Blackberry Gastrique, please,โ Kento replies smoothly, his tone as polished as his choice.
โAn excellent choice, sir. And for you, madam?โ the waitress asks, turning to you with a professional smile.
You hesitate for a moment, tightly pursing your lips as heโs now turned the vibrator back on to its maximum speed, โโฆSpaghetti and meatballs.โ is all you manage to get out, which earns you a confused look from both of them.
โAn equally fine selection,โ the waitress replies, jotting it down. โIโll have your orders out shortly.โ and she disappears behind the beaded curtains.
Before Kento can utter a word you immediately intervene in a low mutter, โFuck Kento. Fuck Iโm close.โ you begin to grind our hips again to maximise your pleasure, feeling helpless that you canโt strip and have this man in next to you thrust his fingers inside you. โIโm close Kento fuck.โ, heโs changed the pattern of the vibrator and it's nearly driving you near the edge. โYes Yes fuck.โ you feel the knot within you tighten and soon enough youโre coming. Your head falls onto Nanamiโs shoulder as your mouth forms an O shape. Your sickly sweet juices pour out of your cunt, soaking your panties even further.
โI think Iโm into this whole exhibitionism thing.โ you breathe out.
Naaila is more than enough help, more than you ever deserve, and you know it. You feel it in that hollow place inside you where gratitude festers beside guilt. She bathes you when your limbs and your body give up on you; she feeds you, even when you swear itโll do you more harm than good. She speaks to you gently when convincing you to keep showing up to a job that will most definitely turn its back on you when you return. Even though itโs hard, itโs for your own good.
Now youโre on the floor, spine curled, eyes locked on the televisionโs dull, flickering light. Thereโs some meaningless show mumbling into the room like static, you donโt hear a word of what they say. Behind you, Naaila sits cross-legged on the sofa, fingers gently running through your hair as she slowly braids the strands together in a comfortable silence, heightening the tender moment. Her touch is the only thing keeping you tethered. And even then, your soul is still disturbed.
"It'll do you some good, Y/N," her voice breaks through the quiet like the first moments of sunlight emerging from the night. โI know you donโt want to hear it and it may seem shitty of me to say now, but I would rather you have your job, have something, just so you donโt feel like youโve lost everything or have nothing. Iโm not sure that feeling will be good for you right now. I justโโ she sighs, resting her hands in her lap now. โI just donโt want you to feel like youโve lost your way, or youโre all alone out there. Plus, havenโt they offered you therapy sessions?โ
You nod meekly, unbraided strands slipping down the sides of your face like curtain threads, half-hiding the expression youโre too tired to wear properly. You feel pathetic. Like some sick dog, or a broken thing that people have to tiptoe around, something fragile enough to shatter under the weight of ordinary life. You hate it. This version of yourself that needs checking on, needs convincing, just to function. Why doesnโt the world pause for you, just for a second? Why does everything, work, rent, emails, life, keep moving like you havenโt fallen behind?
โDo you think youโll go to them? The sessions?โ she asks, her voice softer now, careful not to push too hard, like the question might bruise you. You sit in more silence and ponder; youโve been doing a lot of that recently, yet after all this pondering, you still donโt have an answer to her question or anything.
You sniffle in response, โI donโt know.โ Your quiet voice breaks Naailaโs heart every time she hears it. Seeing you like this, no love or light in your eyes, your jovial nature being dimmed. She just wants you back, and every time you speak, sheโs reminded that youโre not here with her anymore.
She rubs your shoulder slowly. โItโs okay not to know. Itโs okay. All of it.โ
When the sun rises this morning, you decide you will try. You put on real clothes, not just the stretched-out hoodie that clings to your body like second skin. You even brush your hair. You think: Maybe today will be okay. Maybe if I pretend hard enough, itโll pass for normal.
But the moment you step through the doors, you feel it. The air has changed; itโs thicker, sour, and clings to you. Heads turn when you walk in, not to greet you, but to glance, whisper, shift awkwardly. Footsteps slow when people see you, voices dip just slightly lower, but not enough to hide the undertone. Conversations die the second your name tag comes into view. Smiles curve but donโt reach eyes. She came back. You see it in their eyes. That flicker of surprise followed by thinly veiled disappointment. A coworkerโs laugh cuts sharp like glass, just a second too loud, and you know itโs about you. You feel the shame burn your skin like youโre being branded. It takes everything in you not to turn back and go home.
By lunch, someone has โaccidentallyโ taken your Tupperware from the fridge. By two, you overhear a muffled โwell maybe if she wasnโt sleeping withโโ followed by shushing. No one says anything directly to your face, but every silence, every glance, is heavy with accusation. You can feel it sinking into your skin.
Then comes the HR meeting after lunch.
Mandatory. Sudden.
Everyone crams into the too-warm conference room, chairs scraping, arms folded, air already stale from too many bodies and too little care. The projector buzzes to life as a supervisor clears her throat.
โWeโve received some concerning reports,โ she says. โSo today weโll be reviewing the companyโs policies on workplace relationships, professional boundaries, and harassment.โ Her tone and every word she says always seem to flatten you.
You freeze.
It isnโt your name. But it may as well be.
All eyes arenโt on the screen. Theyโre on you. You feel them. Watching. Judging. Some with pity. Most with something colder. You can almost hear the thoughts behind their stares. Sheโs the reason weโre here. She made this messy. She brought this down on all of us. You look down at your lap, where your hands have curled into fists without you realising.
The words on the screen blur. The supervisor continues, droning on about consent and professionalism, about conduct outside of office hours, about reporting channels and support networks. Itโs all scripted, sterile, and meaningless. You hear none of it. All you want to do is escape, for it to be over. It reminds you of elementary school, where you would look down into your lap to avoid people seeing the tears well in your eyes and your lip quivering.
You shrink into yourself, wishing for invisibility. Wishing for people to avoid seeing your eyes well with tears and lips quivering. You wish for erasure. For time to rewind, or fast-forward, or crack open at the seams and pour out everything youโve held in until now. But nothing happens. The meeting goes on. The accusations linger unsaid, heavy in the air like cigarette smoke.
And you sit there.
When the meetingโs over, you decide itโs enough. any more of this treatment and you may not last any longer. After colleagues push past you, Annalise and Darios catch your gaze for a split second, their mouths opening as if to speak, then closing. You make your way to Nanamiโs office. Itโs like your body has a mind of its own, like it's controlling you, like it's steering you through the haze, leaving your thoughts trailing behind.
The door is slightly ajar. You can hear the faint tapping of Nanamiโs fingers on his desk, and imagine the calm, measured expression he always wears, the one that never quite reaches his eyes.
You knock softly.
โCome in,โ his voice is low, steady.
You step inside, trying not to look directly at him. Your eyes dart to the neat stack of papers on his desk, the window overlooking the city skyline, then back to your hands, which suddenly feel clammy.
โMr.Nanami,โ you begin, your voice quieter than you expected, โIโ I need to request two weeks off.โ
He doesnโt look at you, almost as if heโs not addressing you and youโre some type of ghost. He focuses on the ceiling, like heโs studying each tile carefully hand on his chin as he continues to remain silent. All feelings of awkwardness wash over you, you just feel alone. You want him back. You want to shout, โIโm sorry Kento! I miss you! Come back to me!โ but you donโt.
Nanami nods slowly, shifting his head to look at the plain desk in front of him. โTwo weeks... Thatโs a lot of time.โ
You swallow. โI know. But... I need it.โ
His gaze flickers to you for a split second, then away again. The silence stretches between you, thick and uncomfortable.
โYou sure you want to do that?โ he asks finally, voice careful. You notice a loose strand on the side of his face when he speaks.
You nod, biting your lip. โYeah. I... I think I need it. Maybe even think about... something else. Another job.โ
He blinks, clearly caught off guard. You canโt bear to look at him, you already feel the shame filling within you, and your face feels hot.
โIโll allow it,โ he says after a pause, voice soft but distant.
You offer a small, hesitant nod, then turn to leave, feeling the weight of those two weeks before the door closes softly behind you.
When you return home, you feel the weight of it all peel and roll off of you, as if you were covered in sludge. Walking to the kitchen, you find the sandwich and the container of leftovers sitting neatly on the counter, right beside a folded piece of paper with your name written in Naailaโs looping handwriting. The note is brief: Please take care of yourself. Thatโs all. Just the weight of someone trying to love you without making it feel like a burden.
It makes your throat tighten.
The sandwich is wrapped, the leftovers still warm from the stove, tucked into a container she clearly meant for you to eat as soon as you saw them. She even left out a fork. You stare at the food like itโs a test youโre already failing. The sight of it just makes your stomach twist. You walk past it.
You lower yourself onto the couch instead, bones aching, muscles too tired to hold tension anymore. The cushions dip beneath your weight, and you pull the throw blanket half-heartedly over your lap. The TVโs already on, playing something you donโt recogniseโsome sitcom with canned laughter that feels jarring in the thick silence of the house. Youโre not watching. Youโre barely there. Your eyelids begin to droop, heavy and hot.
Then comes the knock.
Itโs not gentle. Three firm, measured hits against your front door. You jolt upright. You sit there for a moment, heart thudding. You donโt move, but you know. You know who it is. Of course you do.
Another knock. Slower this time. Waiting. Testing.
You donโt want to open the door, yet you open it anyway.
His haunting eyes are the first to greet you. You canโt identify if he is truly remorseful, or if he finds some sick, sadistic pleasure in ruining your life and having complete control over you, but youโre tired. โLeave,โ you warn sternly. Choso picks up on how your voice doesnโt falter. โIโm serious. If you donโt, Iโll call the police.โ
โY/N, you donโt mean that-โ
โI do. Leave now or Iโll get a restraining order on you.โ Your grip on your door tightens. He thinks itโs a joke. The two of you have gone through these ups and downs, these motions repeatedly, over and over again. Itโs what you do. He thinks youโre bluffing as usual, and youโll let yourself into his arms again as he comforts you. Itโs always been that way, until now; now you look exhausted, tired of this cat-and-mouse chase. Your skin is dull, your hair is nappy, and you seem to be on the leaner side.
โYou want to get a restraining order on me? Y/N, do you hear yourself?โ
โYes! And honestly, Iโm mad that you donโt.โ
โLook Y/N, Iโm sorry. I really am. I just didnโt think you and that guy were gonna stick it out.โ
โThat guy?โ you scoff, unable to believe how unseriously Chosos seems to take this whole situation.
โI mean, look at how easily he bailed on you. He turned his back on you, Y/N. He turned his back and didnโt even think to turn around. Why would I let you be with someone like that?โ
โThat guy was all I had. He was special to me. He meant something to me. And you came to take that away, because youโre a selfish dick. Weโve had our time together, Choso, but you seem to be obsessed with the idea that weโre the dream team. That weโre the couple.โ
โIโm not saying thatโโ he says, rolling his eyes.
โThen why'd you do this? Time and time again, you come back and ruin whatever relationship Iโm in because you think I canโt move on? Because you think that Iโm still hung up on you?โ
โBut you canโt move on. Itโs who you are, and thatโs okay. Iโve known you forever, youโve always struggled to leave things of the past behind.โ he grabs your hand and places it on his chest โThings you lovedโโ
โI may have loved you, Choso,โ your voice serious as you point a finger at him โ, but let me be clear when I say I feel nothing but hate and spite towards you. I loathe you, Choso Kamo.โ The weight of those words sinks into Choso's chest. It feels like a full stop, it feels like finality, and he doesnโt know how to feel about that.
โBut you say this every time. Iโll fly away, youโll miss me, weโll talk again, and you make me look like Iโm crazy when I want you back. I mean, itโs like youโre leading me on.โ
Youโre taken aback by what heโs said, fully shocked, โHow could you say that! What is wrong with you? How could you lie so easily? Lie to me, the only other person in the situation who knows damn well that you always initiate it again.โ
โAnd you continue. If you didnโt want it, youโd turn me down.โ
โBut youโre not like that, God, what donโt you get about that, Choso, you still force yourself back.โ
โForce?! Do you know how many people, how many possible relationships I had to turn down because of you? I can move on just fine, itโs just you who canโt. I only did this to show you how emotionally weak you can be. You canโt handle a guy whoโll just ditch you and leave you for naught when things turn south, you canโt handle that.โ
โHow do you know what I can and canโt handle? Youโre not me. Only I know that, and donโt say it. Donโt say you know me, โcause itโs bullshit, Choso. Okay? Just pure bullshit.โ You swallow in the new silence, both of you adjusting to this new ending. You speak up again, your voice quite this time, โWeโve been friends a while, but this is too far. Iโm letting go of all of itโall of our history. This friendship, or whatever this is, is over. Iโm not letting it ruin my life anymore, or yours. Because this canโt be fixed, and thatโs okay. Iโm tired of having to pick up life again every time you come around. Iโm tired of putting Naaila through this. Iโm tired of losing friends. Iโm tired of all of it. But especially you.โ
โYou donโt mean it.โ His voice falters slightly, like it might break under the pressure and the weight of your words. He looks off to the side, attempting to compose himself.
โWhat you donโt understand, Choso, is that I do. I really do. With all my heart. We will never see each other again. We will never speak to each other again.โ
Thereโs another pause, except this one is more accepting, โIโll always love you, Y/N,โ he states like itโs a fact. A never-changing fact, and he looks at you when he says it because this time he means it.
โI loved you before, and Iโll have a piece of me thatโll care for you also. But this is goodbye forever, Choso.โ
Just stillness, and then footsteps fading as he walks away from our life forever. You donโt watch him go. You donโt need to. The air feels different once heโs gone, like the pressure of his presence finally leaves the space, and whatโs left behind is somehow worse. Emptier.
You back away from the door slowly. Return to the couch, legs heavier than before. The TV is still on, characters laughing at something you donโt care about. You turn it off. The room feels hollow without the noise.
And then it begins again, the familiar, sinking feeling curling around your insides. That cold ache of depression seeps back in like it never left. Like a fog that descends, thick and unrelenting, until even breathing feels like a task. The couch doesnโt comfort you now. It swallows you whole.
You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself, arms crossing over your chest.
You donโt cry. You just sit there. Staring at nothing.
Perched on the cool marble countertop in the soft morning light, youโre watching Kento move with his usual calm, precise rhythm around the kitchen, his focus so complete that itโs almost like watching a small piece of choreography. He adjusts the pan, flips a few sizzling eggs, and gives the coffee a final stir, the sounds of breakfast preparation blending with the gentle warmth of the room. You tuck your legs up under you, leaning back against the cupboard, savouring the quiet, steady energy he radiates. Thereโs something comforting, almost meditative, about seeing him like thisโreliable and quietly attentive, even this early in the day.
When he finally turns around, he catches you staring, and the faintest smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Youโre prepared to feign innocence, but before you can, he steps close, slips his hand onto your hip, and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. His touch, as always, is tender and unhurried, like heโs savouring every second. You lean into him, letting the warmth spread through you, basking in the softness of the moment. When he finally pulls back, your heartโs still fluttering, and a grin breaks across your face.
โLetโs go on a date,โ you say, the words tumbling out on a whisper, as though voicing the idea too loudly might break the spell. โLikeโฆ an actual one.โ
He pauses, brow lifting slightly as he picks up a dish towel and wipes his large hands. โFine,โ he replies, and thereโs a faint gleam of amusement in his eyes. โWhere?โ
For a second, the possibilities dance in your mindโsomewhere fancy, or maybe something simple, just the two of you away from the usual routines. But then, inspiration strikes, and you lean forward, eyes bright with mischief. โNo, no, youโve got to be like, โItโs a surprise,โโ you say, adding dramatic air quotes and gesturing for emphasis. โThen I have to act like I hate it but secretly love it. Just imagine it.โ
His lips curve in a deeper smile as he plays along, his voice shifting into something mockingly mysterious. โAlright,โ he says, looking at you seriously, โitโs a surprise.โ
โExactly!โ You beam, triumphant. โAnd then, naturally, Iโm going to say, โWell, I need to know where so I know what to wear.โโ You pause for dramatic effect, holding his gaze. โAnd then youโthis is the most important partโyou look at me and say, โIโm sure you look amazing in anything.โโ
Nanami chuckles, folding his arms, his biceps flexing as he moves, he leans against the counter, his posture relaxed but his gaze intent. โIs that so?โ
โYes!โ you reply, nodding fervently, convinced that this whole scenario is absolutely necessary. โAnd then, obviously, Iโm going to get frustrated and say, โYou just donโt get it,โ becauseโฆ you wouldnโt.โ You lift your chin in mock defiance. โAnd then Iโll have an entire meltdown about what to wear and end up in a full-blown fashion crisis.โ
โA crisis?โ he echoes, raising an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your growing theatrics.
โOh, absolutely.โ You nod with conviction, hands moving animatedly as you continue. โBut hereโs the twist: Iโll eventually pull myself together and come up with this absolutely brilliant, transformative outfit. Something that works anywhere. Like, Iโll have a jacket or something I can throw on or take off so itโs perfect for any situation.โ
โVery resourceful,โ he murmurs, nodding as though heโs genuinely impressed.
โRight?โ You give him a knowing look, holding up a finger as if sharing a particularly juicy secret. โAnd then, when I show up, youโre just going to look at me and say, โWow, youโre the smartest woman ever.โ And Iโll act humble about it, but deep down, Iโll know youโre absolutely right.โ
A beat passes as he looks at you, clearly trying not to laugh. He steps closer, his hands settling on either side of you on the counter, his gaze steady. โThat soundsโฆ about right,โ he says softly, his voice tinged with amusement.
Thereโs something electric in his closeness, the kind that sends a spark through you. You canโt help the smile tugging at your lips, but you cross your arms, trying to maintain your composure and tilt your head back in a mock-serious expression. โOf course it does,โ you say as if this entire performance is a given. โBecause I am, obviously, a genius.โ
He laughs quietly, his eyes softening as he watches you, and leans in for another kiss. His lips are warm against yours, a grounding presence, and you melt into him, letting everything around youโthe clinking dishes, the faint smell of toast, the early sunlight filtering in through the windowโfade into the background. For a few moments, itโs just the two of you in this little bubble, warm and close and wrapped up in each other.
When he pulls back, thereโs a hint of a smile still on his lips. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a bit, and you feel your cheeks warm under his gaze.
โSo,โ he says quietly, his eyes twinkling, โletโs go on this date. You with your crisis-proof outfit, and meโฆ surprising you.โ
You canโt help but grin, excitement bubbling up in your chest. โDeal,โ you say, giving him a little nod as you picture how the day might go. The thought of a real dateโsomething beyond the usual routines and daily rhythmsโsends a thrill of anticipation through you.
โOkay, genius,โ he says, his voice gentle but teasing. โSince you seem to have thought of everything, whatโs the rest of the plan?โ
โWell,โ you begin, resting your chin in your hand with an exaggeratedly thoughtful look, โafter I conquer my closet and manage to arrive in my transformative outfit, youโre supposed to be completely awestruck, and maybe even question how you got so lucky.โ You shoot him a mischievous smile. โBut you play it cool, of course.โ
He laughs again, reaching for your hand, tracing little circles with his thumb. โNaturally,โ he murmurs, as if this plan is as solid as anything else on his agenda.
โThen,โ you continue, warming to your own story, โweโll go somewhere where we can talk without any interruptions. Maybe itโs a cozy little restaurant, or a place with a great view. You pick it, obviously, because itโs a surprise, and Iโll pretend to be skeptical even though Iโm secretly impressed.โ
โAh,โ he says, nodding, โI see youโve really thought this through.โ
โOh yes,โ you reply, unable to keep a straight face. โIโm nothing if not thorough.โ
He gazes at you, his eyes warm with something you canโt quite placeโa look thatโs both fond and amused, but also carrying a depth that makes your heart skip a beat. He leans in, brushing his lips against yours, his voice low and soft when he says, โThen letโs make it a perfect date. Just you, me, and this foolproof plan.โ
You kiss him back, savouring the closeness, your heart fluttering at the thought of an entire day set aside just for the two of you.
And as you sit there on the countertop, surrounded by the quiet morning, the scent of breakfast in the air, you know that this might just be the best start to any dayโa promise of more moments like this, with him by your side.
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Regret is a word not strong enough to emulate the dull ache you feel- engulfing you, absorbing the last light in your soul. The ache churns behind your eyes and thumps in your head and weighs your heart. Itโs been harder to breathe since he left.
Kento Nanami.
Sometimes, you have to remind yourself to take a deep breath, or else youโll keel over and die right here, in this very bed.
Painful memories swell within you as youโre reminded that this is the bed you used to share, yet now the bed you sleep in is your very own deathbed. Youโve always wondered what the end would feel like. Would it be loud and sudden, or quiet, slow? Would it be suffocating, torturous? Maybe it wouldโve been something softer. But this?
This is unbearable.
It is more than pain, more than life itself. The taste of death is prominent on your tongue, and you hear your heart struggling to beat, struggling to keep you alive. Crying or screaming wouldnโt be enough to soothe the unforgiving ache surging within you. If youโve already started to decay, it would be better than existing the way you are now.
Rest isnโt an option for the dead. Ironic. Thereโs a message on your phone, an email from work. Youโre too hollow to bother or care. You try to blink your soulless eyes, trying to gloss them over again and hoping to blur the world back into meaning, praying itโll wake you and pull you out of this trance- but itโs no use. Grabbing the phone and squinting your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright screen, you notice the email is from HR with the subject of โFollow-Up Regarding Recent Conduct โ Mandatory Meeting.โ
Opening the email, it reads:
โDear Y/N,
As directed by Mr. Nanami, you are required to attend a mandatory meeting with HR regarding recent complaints involving you and another party.
Please be advised that both of you are currently under formal investigation.
The meeting details are as follows:
Date: 23rd March 2025
Time: 9:00 AM
Your attendance is compulsory.
Regards,
Human Resources Departmentโ
You wish you could recall when you got ready for your execution, all you can process is being called into a meeting with HR alone, again and again. The office is sterile, the walls cold and indifferent. The chair beneath you feels too hard, too official.
Each time, they ask if youโre okay. โIs there anything you want to say? Anything you need to tell us?โ Their voices are polite but clipped, like theyโre reading from a script youโve heard too many times already. You want to say somethingโanythingโbut the words catch in your throat.
You nod, shake your head, stay silent.
They donโt press. Maybe theyโre waiting for a confession, or maybe they just want to see how long until youโll crumble.
After what feels like an eternity, they call you in one more timeโbut this time, itโs different. Youโre not alone. Across the table sits the other person. Kento. His eyes flicker toward you, tired, guarded. You swallow because it all comes flooding back, just at the sight of him. You feel pathetic, but you canโt help it if his blond hair triggers all those sweet memories for you.
The HR representative clears their throat, breaking the heavy silence. You slowly lower into your seat, keeping your eyes focused on your lap.
โWeโve reviewed everything thoroughly,โ they say, voice flat and measured. โBased on the evidence and the interviews, weโve decided to let you both off with a formal warning.โ
You blink, the words sinking in slowly.
A formal warning. Not a punishment, not an immediate consequenceโjust a cold, official reminder that youโre under scrutiny.
โConsider this a final notice,โ the HR rep continues, eyes flicking between you both. โAny further issues, and more serious action will be taken.โ
You want to say something, anything, but the room is suffocating, and the words donโt come. Instead, you swallow hard, feeling every ounce of exhaustion wash over you, the warning heavy like a chain around your neck. You hear the chairs shuffle against the marble floor, and you vaguely perceive the conversation between Nanami and HR; itโs all muffled to you. Deciding to stand to your feet, you prepare to leave, the only thing Nanami says that penetrates your attentive block are the words, โWeโre lucky itโs only a warning,โ and it stings, like heโs taking a secret dig at you, like heโs saying โLook world! This woman nearly ruined my business.โ
For the first time in a while, you feel the pain prick your heart, and tears feel like thorns as they well up in your sore eyes.
โMiss L/N, if you could please remain seated, I still need to speak with you.โ The door clicks softly as Nanami leaves, and a part of your soul leaves with him.
The HR repโMrs. Chen, you think, though youโve never really listened, folds her hands on the table in front of her. Thereโs something too gentle about her expression. It makes you uncomfortable.
โWe understand this has beenโฆ a stressful period for you,โ she begins carefully, like sheโs tiptoeing around broken glass. โGiven the circumstances, the department is offering you a two-week leave of absence, fully paid. Weโd also like to provide access to therapy services through our wellness programโprivate, confidential, and covered by the company.โ
You stare at her. Not out of shock, not even relief. Just blankness. Your mind is a flatline.
She continues anyway, voice softening. โWeโre not here to punish you. We just want to make sure youโre okay. That you have the space to recover from this.โ
You nod slowly, mechanically. You donโt remember agreeing to anything, but sheโs already sliding a folder toward youโdetails, paperwork, contact numbers. A script for healing, written by someone who doesnโt know what it means to unravel quietly.
When you finally leave the room, the folder feels heavier than it should. Like a verdict.
When the weekend rolls around, you wonder if you should feel so heavy, so meaningless, so void. Youโve been so detached lately, and you know this is a cry for help, but this is a cry that you canโt make. All you can think about is how you wish you couldโve kept him and how you managed to let paradise slip through your fingers. Then you're surrounded by the comfort you felt when your fingers would slip through his hair. You love it the most when it isnโt gelled back, just free. In the dead of the night you miss him. More than you ever have, with your whole being. You miss him more than is possible, so much that you're weak and nauseated. Immobile.
Annalise and Darios have made vast and numerous attempts to reach out to you, and you do feel terrible for not reaching back out to them, for not lying and saying โeverythingโs okay thanks for askingโ, for ignoring every all sent your way, but confronting this issue and telling them that youโve been engaging in a secret relationship with their boss, is a fear too big for you to handle. You donโt want to crash.
โY/N baby,โ itโs Naailaโs voice, you lift your head slightly to see a distraught face. Youโre a wreck, and it terrifies her; she canโt even disguise it in her face when she begins to tremble. That pang of guilt is the feeling you wanted to avoid, โOh Y/Nโ, she wraps you in her embrace and sits on the bed next to you and for the first time in a while,
