In more ways than one ・❥・ Kento Nanami
Kento Nanami, your husband, was the type of man who normally kept to himself, went to work and got it done efficiently, and didn’t hang around a minute later than he needed to. He had a beautiful wife to go home to and he always made sure you were comfortable, adored, and loved in more ways than one.
One night, he had walked into your shared bedroom with a small bag in hand, the jacket of his Grey suit draped over his arms, hair that was surprisingly still perfectly styled from this morning and his glasses long been discarded. You look up from your book, a soft smile on your face as you pull back the covers and wrap your arms around him, his sturdy arm around your waist.
“Is that my loving, hard working husband?”
Nanami gave your waist a slight squeeze, pressing a kiss to your crown, the warmth of your voice a blanket to his skin from the cold weather. He sighed, lips brushing your cheek and then your lips, tasting the remnants of a sugar treat Nanami knew you had.
“Good to be back to you, darling.” He raised his hand to bring the small bag into view, “sorry I took so long. I made a quick stop and got you something.”
You waved off the apology with a smile, you weren’t too worried about him coming home twenty minutes later than usual, but you were curious as to what was in the bag. Nanami simply guided you back to the bed to sit, tossing his jacket into the dirty clothes bin before he crouched down onto one knee.
“Honey, are you proposing again?” You asked through a giggle, cocking your head to the side, “if I had suspected such things, I wouldn’t be dressed in my PJs.”
The corner of his lip curled as he rolled back the sleeves of his blue button up. He would definitely marry you again—four years going strong—without a doubt, but that wasn’t the case for right now.
“Even in your pajamas, you’re just as beautiful.” Nanami says calmly, which makes you even more giddy.
He lifts up your fuzzy candy cane pants to your knees and pulls out a bottle. Before you could ask what it was exactly, Nanami was already squeezing a long line of it from your feet, up to your calf.
“The other day you told me your feet were sore from standing all day at work.” He prompted, hands already working the substance in, “figured I grab a nice massaging lotion to help you relax and relieve some tension.”
You blinked at him. Just last night you had mentioned your long day at work; several meetings back to back, continuously on your feet presenting marketing ideas for two hours straight towards the end of the day. It was just something that slipped out before bed, a rant with no hesitation.
“Kento, you didn’t have to do that.”
Nanami hummed, his large hands not faltering once as he worked out the knots from your muscles.
“But, I wanted to because you’re my wife—I’ve listened—and I can’t have you walking around here with swollen feet, can I?”
Orr when you guys spend a day in the busy city. Nanami will make sure you’re on the inner side of the sidewalk, away from traffic and tucked close to his side walking the crosswalk. He keeps a more attentive look out for any threats that may harm you while you yap about all the things you’re excited to do.
“Oh! And I heard there’s this new café a few blocks away too.” You beam up at him, not realizing he’s pushing you back gently to the side away from traffic because you had stopped to pet a fluffy Pomeranian.
“I saw online that they have these really good milk teas with boba balls in the shape of hearts! It’s really cute.”
“We’ll definitely stop by.” He said, leaning over so his voice brushed the shell of your ear, “stay to my left, okay?”
And you listened without hesitation. Nanami was more than pleased but he didn’t let it show. Instead, he slipped his hand into yours, maneuvering the way down the sidewalk with content.
Orrr when Nanami notices one morning that the flowers he bought you a week ago have started to wither so he knew it was time for a new arrangement. He always centered the bouquet around your favorite flower and other floral fillers that looked nice. He was more than glad to be assisted, wanting nothing but the best for his wife.
You hadn’t realized the new set of flowers until later that afternoon when you were cleaning the kitchen. You gasped so loud that Nanami, who was sitting at the dining room table popped up from his seat and was at your side in five seconds.
“Darling, What’s the matter?”
Your finger darted out to the perfect blend of flowers, squealing as you pulled the vase across the counter towards you, fingertips gently brushing the colorful petals. Nanami let out a deep sigh, hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
Sometimes you could be a little dramatic when excited and even though it makes Nanami panic for a split second, your excitement overpowers all his rational thoughts because it was him who brought you such joy. He stepped up behind you, resting his cheek against your hair, his hands resting at your elbows.
“The shop ordered a dozen new flowers from overseas. I was lucky to snag a few of them.”
It truly was a sight for your wide eyes. You spun around in his arms, your cheeks warm and appreciation in your gaze.
“I love it so much! I’d say thank you in every language if I could.”
He chuckled, “and you’re welcome in every one.”
Orrrr when the two of you are just lounging around on your off day. You had convinced him to wear the matching reindeer onesie after his reluctance (he would’ve folded soon or later) to put it on. It was a tad bit small but there was just enough room to move comfortably. Nanami looked at himself in the mirror and frowned.
I can't believe I’m doing this.
When he finally came back downstairs you cooed, he groaned. You made a gesture telling him to pull the hood up just like you had it and Nanami sighed heavily.
He still did it though.
“Aww! Kento, you look adorable!!”
A series of flashes went off faster than he could process. The things I do because I love this woman... Nanami thinks to himself as he plops down on the couch, tucking you under his arm.
Time passes by, wasted on watching movies all day. He would pull your hand into his lap, his touch always delicate on your skin, and would mindlessly twist the wedding ring on your finger. He didn’t dare take it off. Not only did Nanami love seeing it, but he loved the cool press of metal because it meant this was real. That he chose right in this lifetime.
Orrrrr when Nanami is already at the door waiting for your arrival. Once you walk through the door, he’s already reaching for your purse, helping you take off your coat, and shoes. You let him do so because you knew he loved to take care of you, and you loved being catered to.
“How was work?” He asked, hooking your coat on the coat rack.
You hummed, pulling your knotless braids out the ponytail they were in all day, releasing the tension on your head.
“Just a slow day…a long one too.”
And because your husband was just so perfect, he already had a solution to help unwind.
“I have a bubble bath already made. Take as long as you need,” he kissed your temple then your lips, “I’ll have dinner ready when you’re done.”
Nanami always brought a smile to your face. You returned the kiss, thanking him before taking the route upstairs. As you walked into the bathroom, a fresh smell of raspberries hit your nose. A candle was lit by the sink—your favorite one—followed by a few others that were smaller setting the ambiance, aromatherapy oils lined up around the tub, several face masks to choose from, a night gown folded perfectly on top of a towel resting on the toilet and your moisturizers set up in the order you use them.
And we can never forget the random times you'd turn on Jazz from your phone during late nights you both couldn't sleep. His eyes tracking your every move as you moved from the bed to the open space around the bedroom, slow steps across the floor as snow falls past the windows, hips swaying like you embodied each music note on a staff.
And a director couldn't abandon his sheet music.
Nanami would take your hands in his, leading the dance the same way the Saxophone did, guiding the flow—guiding your direction, the dip in the notes that turned sensual—his hand sliding to the small of your back as he dips you down, a shared breath between two lovers before pulling you back in close to his chest.
The soft thrum of the drums in the background—the pretty pink as his cheeks flushed making your smile widen, your heart warming and the sweet caress of his lips on your own when the music fizzled out.
There was no denying his love for you.
A/N: 1) I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t like THEE Kento Nanami. 2) typed this up early this morning because i missed Wednesday's post...oops. 3) I needed more fluffy husband moments with another jjk man.