eeeeh, but can you really blame me for thinking about how satoru and suguru completely crumble the moment they see you cry?
it’s not even that noticeable, you swear. and it’s not because of them, either.
it’s the little things that linger too long, too close. gnawing at the spaces between your ribs and clawing their way to your heart, just so you could have something to feel. something to clasp your fists around, even if the thorns pierce through your knuckles and bleed exhaustion all over you.
you break softly. quietly. like a burnt out forest fire scorched by its own flames. like a tide-kissed grain of sand that longs to swallow the moon whole so it could never leave again. like a wound that itches too loudly under your skin, yet snarls in agony when you touch.
(luckily for you, they’re here to pick the pieces back up.)
“baby,” you hear satoru say. not softly, no. never softly. satoru’s always a bit cracked around the edges, isn’t he? and cracked things cannot be soft. but he tries, tries to melt the edges that threaten to consume you whole.
a hand on your shoulder blade. not gentle, but tender. that must be suguru. he’s always like that, too. all too knowing, even when he shouldn’t be. you hate how he knows not to look at you with those all-too-knowing eyes of his. how he knows, to not know.
“i’m. . i’m alright,” you hear yourself say. the crack in your voice shatters something in them, too. not that you notice, when you’re too busy shaking off the blood in your hands. “i—”
“you aren’t,” and before you can utter a word, warmth like no other engulfs your lost soul whole, covering your bones like a cool blanket and kissing the forest fire asleep.
“but you will be,” satoru’s pale eyes flutter shut, nose brushing into yours.
“and we’ll hold you till then,” hums suguru, pressing his lips against your nape, “and forever.”
nanami x higuruma x reader — bar intimacy
characters: nanami & higuruma
tags: fancy bar | slow burn | dangerous charm | shared attention | quiet dominance | power dynamics | suggestive content fem!reader
the bar is elegant at first glance. low amber lighting reflecting off polished marble counters, crystal glasses lined neatly behind the bartender, quiet jazz threading through the room. everyone here is dressed well. tailored suits, sleek dresses, expensive perfume drifting through the air.
you fit the room perfectly tonight.
your dress is just as polished as the place itself, the kind that belongs somewhere with dim lighting and expensive drinks.
but as the hour grows later, the atmosphere shifts. the music grows heavier, bass slipping into the speakers as more people crowd the floor. what started as a refined bar slowly turns into something closer to a nightclub.
that’s when you notice them.
two men at the end of the bar, still dressed like they came straight from a meeting. dark tailored suits, loosened ties, untouched composure even as the room grows louder around them.
the blond one adjusts the knot of his tie calmly.
the other leans back slightly on his stool, sleeves rolled just enough, watching the room with thoughtful eyes.
then both of them look at you. at the same time.
nanami notices you staring first, though his expression barely changes. he sets his glass down carefully and gestures toward the empty seat between them, the invitation subtle but unmistakable.
“someone has been watching us,” he says evenly. “was i that obvious?” you murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips. higuruma turns his head then, his dark gaze drifting over your face with quiet curiosity. there is something analytical about the way he studies you, like he is gathering evidence.
then the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “or perhaps,” he murmurs, voice low enough that you have to lean closer to hear over the growing music, “we were watching her first.”
“both of you?” you ask softly. neither of them looks away.
you sit between them before you fully realize you have decided to.
the seat feels like it was meant for you.
the bartender places a drink in front of you without question, and conversation flows easier than it should. the music grows louder as the night deepens, bass humming through the polished floors as more people fill the space.
at some point nanami’s arm settles along the back of your chair. broad and steady, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him without quite touching.
at some point higuruma leans in closer so you can hear him over the music, his voice low near your ear while the scent of whiskey and cologne lingers between you.
“so,” higuruma says eventually, slowly swirling the melting ice in his glass. his eyes flick toward you again, thoughtful.
“which one of us caught your attention first?”
nanami exhales softly beside you, something faintly amused in the sound. he adjusts his cuff with practiced precision before glancing toward his friend.
“that’s an unfair question,” he replies calmly. “she has not decided yet.” you glance between them, heat creeping up your neck. “maybe i’m still deciding,” you admit.
the look they exchange feels practiced. familiar. something quiet passes between them without needing words. higuruma tilts his head slightly as his gaze returns to you. “have you?”
the interruption comes when someone bumps the counter, jostling your drink hard enough that it spills across the polished bar and onto your dress.
nanami’s hand catches the glass instantly, steady and controlled before it can tip completely. higuruma reaches for a napkin at the same moment, sliding it toward you.
“you should clean that sweetheart,” nanami says calmly. “great,” you mutter softly, glancing down at the stain. “perfect timing.“
his hand lingers near yours just a moment longer than necessary. “the bathrooms are quieter,” he suggests. you hesitate for only a second before nodding. “lead the way.” you don’t even notice how naturally they position themselves around you until you’re already walking through the crowd together.
he hallway is dim compared to the glowing bar, shadows playing over the walls like a secret invitation. the bathroom door closes behind you and the music becomes distant. the sudden quiet makes the space feel smaller, more intimate.
nanami loosens his tie another inch, the motion drawing your eyes to the exposed skin at his throat. higuruma leans back lightly against the door, arms loosely crossed as his gaze moves between the two of you. “you never answered the question, love,” higuruma says after a moment, his voice low and teasing, roughened by desire.
nanami steps closer at the same time, his presence warm and commanding, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you.
“she doesn’t want to choose,” he says calmly, his eyes darkening as they trace your lips, then lower, to the curve of your neck. “maybe i don’t,” you whisper, breath a little uneven.
nanami’s hand settles at your waist before you fully register how close he is now. higuruma reaches out next, fingers brushing beneath your chin as he tilts your face slightly toward him, thumb grazing the edge of your jaw.
nanami leans in first. the kiss is slow and controlled, his hand tightening slightly at your waist as he draws your body flush against his, lips parting yours with deliberate pressure, tongue sliding in to taste you deeply. when he pulls back, his breath hot against your mouth, higuruma is already there.
you let out a soft breath against his lips, “so this is how tonight is going?” his mouth replacing nanami’s with an easy confidence that feels less like competition and more like continuation, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips before delving in, sucking gently on your lower lip.
he second kiss lingers longer, deeper, hungrier. higuruma’s hand slides from your chin to rest lightly at the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse point as it quickens under his touch.
when you pull back for air, nanami’s thumb traces a slow circle at your hip. “you two planned this,” you murmur faintly, breath still uneven. higuruma exhales quietly, his free hand settling on your lower back to pull you closer, grinding his hips subtly against yours.
“well,” he murmurs, glancing toward nanami with a shared look of understanding, heat in his eyes.
nanami’s arm slips easily around higuruma’s shoulders, their closeness effortless in a way that suggests this is not unfamiliar territory. “you were right,” nanami says calmly, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through you.
higuruma’s fingers rest lightly beneath your jaw, tilting your head to expose your neck as his lips descend, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave a blooming mark, a hickey that pulses with heat.
their eyes meet over your shoulder, a silent agreement passing between them. then nanami speaks first, voice low and certain, his free hand joining higuruma’s at your neck, thumb pressing into the fresh mark.
higuruma’s mouth curves slightly as his gaze drops back to you, his body pressing forward to grind against your thigh, the friction sending sparks through you.
“fortunately,” he says quietly, breath hot against your skin, “we have never been very good at making people choose.” and suddenly it makes perfect sense why they approached you together, their shared touches igniting something wild and unrestrained.
nanami’s mouth finds the other side of your neck now, lips parting to suck a matching hickey into your skin, his teeth nipping sharply before soothing with his tongue, hand resting at your hip.
you gasp into the space between them, fingers clutching at nanami’s shirt while higuruma’s free hand slips to nanami’s hair, tugging softly, earning a groan.
“you two are dangerous,” you breathe. nanami tugs on higuruma’s tie, bringing their lips together, the kiss is messy and full of want. you stare at the intensity, letting out a soft groan as nanami’s hand tightens around your hip.
“that’s it,” nanami murmurs against higuruma’s lips, his own hips bucking forward, the heat of him unmistakable. they move in sync, bodies surrounding you, their touches overlapping in a haze of possession and pleasure.
the bathroom’s quiet wraps around you like a cocoon, the distant thrum of the nightclub fading further. nanami straightens your dress strap with a gentle touch, his gaze warm and intent as it meets higuruma's over your head, a nod passing between them like an old agreement renewed.
"let's get out of here," nanami says softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your skin, fingers intertwining with yours in a firm, possessive hold. you glance between them once more before smiling faintly. “i was hoping you’d say that.”
higuruma nods, his hand settling at the small of your back, guiding you forward with easy confidence, the three of you moving as one toward the exit, bodies brushing in promise of what's to come, the night stretching open before you.
Thank you for the cute idea; however, you didn't specify anything, so I ran with it. You sent this ask to me on 31st Dec 2025, and I'm more than fashionably late atp, so apologies for the delay. The plot I originally had in mind was too… angsty and frankly boring, so instead I wrote this for you. Hope you enjoy it.
Three is better than two and you are the only one they want. Suguru and Kento have a history but not a complicated one. When you arrive in Tokyo they do the mature thing and decide that dating you together could be the best relationship they've ever had.
This is an anthology of a blossoming Polycule featuring Nanami Kento and Suguru Geto.
cw: so so SO much fluff, smut (multiperson sex scenes), Suguru and Kento are WHIPPED, very light angst, mentions of alcohol, canon divergence, more will be added as I go!
a/n: self indulgence is my thing so here I am indulging huehuehue. I have ideas but I am opening up this anthology to write what you may enjoy also! So please, send your request and if I want do them/feel comfortable with it, I will do it and let you know! I hope you enjoy.
i. Rewiring
The beauty of not knowing because you were born oblivious and stayed that way was a gift. Until this past week.
The past week with Kento and Suguru had been very different. A little less conversation between you and Suguru then being removed from two missions with Kento. Almost as if they’d been trying to stay away from you. You chummed it up to work being work but then they began to actively avoid even the smallest interactions. And with that, you needed answers. So color you surprised, ready but more so relieved, when Suguru invited you for your regularly scheduled coffee with he and Kento.
So there you sat. The three of you at your favorite little bistro where you often met to unwind.
They’d been subtly exchanging glances, talking among themselves when you went to grab your beverage then signaling that it was time to have a talk once you made it back.
You sipped your coffee, unaware of the emotional tension brewing between the two.
Suguru sat his coffee cup down, clearing his throat before speaking up in a calm tone. “I want to apologize for our lack of communication the past week. We’ve had some things going on and it unfortunately bled into our relationship with you.”
“I figured something was up. But it’s okay, I understand. We’re friends after all and I knew you’d tell me what was up once you could.”
Kento looked at Suguru then you. “You know, the three of us have always spent quite a lot of time together. Especially lately.. outside of the last week. It’s been... refreshing. Comfortable, even.”
You smiled, teasing slightly. “Well, I’m glad I’m not a burden to my two favorite workaholics.”
“Burden? Hardly,” Suguru leaned back in his chair, tucking a strand of hair with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “If anything, you’ve made our lives a little brighter. Ken and I both agree on that.”
“Both of you agree? Quite the statement.” Your curiosity piqued as you raised an eyebrow.
Nanami cleared his throat, briefly adjusting tie “We’ve been meaning to discuss something with you. Something… personal.”
“Okay, well now you’re making me nervous.” You sat forward, holding the warm mug where your palms held the sides. “What is it?”
“We care about you. A lot. More than just friends or colleagues, if I’m being honest. And Kento and I have been talking about the possibility of deepening this connection we share with you.”
You glance at the two of them, confused but slowly connecting the dots. “Before I assume, please continue.”
Calm and direct, Kento chimed in. “We’re asking if you’d consider being part of something more with us. A relationship.” His gaze was steady, warm. “The three of us.”
Caught off guard completely but not entirely opposed, you shifted in your seat. “Together? The three of us..” You repeated almost relieved but still cautious.
Suguru nodded. “We both feel strongly about you, and we don’t want to compete or force you to choose. We want to build something together—with all of us equally involved, if it’s something you’d want also.”
“We understand this might be unexpected. And if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with, we’ll respect that completely. Your feelings and boundaries are important to us.” Kento chimed in with a measured but sincere tone.
“This is a lot to take in. I mean, I care about you both, never imagined this kind of situation being presented to me. Here I thought you were gonna ask me to be a surrogate or something.”
Suguru chuckled softly as he offered a reassuring smile. “We don’t expect an answer right now. Take your time. Ask us anything. We just wanted to be honest with you about how we feel.”
“We value you too much to hide this from you. Whatever you decide, that won’t change.” Nanami nodded in agreement reaching over to rub his thumb over your hand.
You leaned back, exhaling a slow breath as you all tried to absorb the moment.
“Wow. Well. I wasn’t expecting this. At all. Like, this is not where I thought this coffee date was going.”
Attempting to ease the tension, Geto tittered. “Well, we could’ve gone with ‘how’s the weather,’ but that didn’t seem quite as impactful.”
“Okay okay, serious question: how does this even work? Like, logistically? Emotionally? There’s two of you, and I’m just… me?”
“It’s about creating a dynamic where we all feel valued and supported.” Kento leaned onto the table bringing a sense of ease to the conversation with his thoughtful actions. “It works through communication and trust. For us, it’s not about splitting time or competing for attention. You wouldn’t be ‘just you.’ You’d be an equal partner.”
“And, we’d figure out the details together. This isn’t a one-size-fits-all kind of thing. It’s about what makes sense for us—what makes you comfortable.” Suguru concluded, watching your facial expression go to a slight frown. It was clear you were unsure but at least intrigued.
“Okay, but what if I feel like… I don’t know, the third wheel sometimes? You two have this whole established dynamic already.” You voiced a valid question.
Nanami shook his head, willing to dispel any doubts growing in your mind. “We’ve discussed that, and we’d never want you to feel like an afterthought. If we’re doing this, we’d build something new—together. Your voice, your needs, would matter just as much as ours.”
“Besides, if anyone’s at risk of being the third wheel, it’s probably Kento. He’s terrible at board games, and you and I clearly share a competitive streak.” Suguru smirked and nudged Kento.
“I’m terrible at board games because I don’t waste time on theatrics. Unlike some people.” The blonde haired man glared and smiled.
You all laugh and the tension in your shoulders dissipates almost immediately. You smiled. “Okay, I get it now. You two are already planning to gang up on me at game night.”
Geto grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Only if you say yes.”
“This is slightly overwhelming if I’m being honest.” You paused, a softened expression as you glanced between the two of them. “I care about you both, too, but I need to wrap my head around all of this. I don’t want to jump into something I don’t fully understand.”
“Of course. Take all the time you need. This isn’t something we expect you to decide overnight.”
Earnest and quiet, Suguru met your eyes. “We just wanted you to know how we feel. And if you have questions—or if you just want to yell at us for springing this on you over coffee—we’re here.”
“You actually owe me dessert for springing this on me over coffee.” You mocked with a cocked eyebrow.
With no hesitation, Kento signaled the server. “Done.”
“Make it two desserts, Ken. We’re trying to impress them, after all.”
“You’re lucky I’m not asking for three. But seriously… thank you. For being honest with me. I’ll think about it.”
A week later, you wanted to have them over for dinner. A way to ask all the questions you could, no matter how personal they were.
Kento sat at the end of the couch, sipping his tea. while Suguru finished washing the dishes post dinner. You watched them from the arm chair briefly.
These two men have had your attention since the moment you joined the Tokyo branch. Your first interaction with Suguru had you smiling like a school girl. His calm demeanor and almost suave without trying persona had you willing to follow him around until you saw him embrace Kento during lunch.
The tall, blonde haired, should’ve been a model of a man gave him the type of hug you only give your partner. “Not again.” You sighed before going over to be introduced to Nanami.
8 months later the two are telling you that they find you absolutely mesmerizing and want you in their lives as more than just friends. At the same time.
Turns out, they’d only dated shortly but both knew they had interest in you so decided the gentlemanly thing to do was to date you together.
A wattpad dream come true.
Suguru finished up and joined Kento on the couch, leaving the middle cushion open incase you decide to sit between them. “Alright. All yours.”
You tucked a leg under you, sitting up and exhaling. “Okay. I have a lot of questions. Lots.”
Kento sat up, placing his cup on table before smiling. “As you should. We will answer them all. Take your time.”
From the side table, you pulled out a pocket sized notebook and flipped until you got to your questions. “First. How do you deal with jealousy? Like. If I’m spending time with one of you, does the other feel left out?”
With a matter of fact tone, Kento shook his head. “Jealousy is inevitable in any relationship, polyamorous or not. The key is to address it honestly. If one of us feels left out, we’ll communicate that instead of letting it fester.”
“It’s not about avoiding jealousy altogether—it’s about making sure no one feels unseen.” Geto peppered in. “That’s why we want everything out in the open. No secrets, no second-guessing.”
You hummed, tapping the notebook with your pen. “What about me? What if I feel like I have to balance everything perfectly, and it gets overwhelming?”
That’s completely valid.” Suguru quickly responded, his expression thoughtful as he sat on the edge of the couch. “We wouldn’t expect you to play referee between us. Relationships shouldn’t feel like a chore nor a babysitting gig. If you ever feel overwhelmed, we’d want you to tell us so we can adjust. This only works if it’s balanced.”
“We are not perfect nor are we looking for perfection. Just honesty and genuine intent. If something doesn’t feel right, you’d never have to handle it alone.”
The thought simmered for a moment. You’d be a three person unit. No singling out or being the third wheel when two of you were together. Open, honest, respectful. You processed their words before nodding.
“This isn’t exactly a conventional setup. What if people judge us?”
Suguru shrugged casually, moving his hair over his shoulder. “They don’t get a say in our happiness. If someone has a problem, that’s on them, not us.”
“We’re not asking you to make this public if you’re uncomfortable. What matters is how we feel about this—not anyone else.” Kento added in with an almost protective edge stamped in his tone.
“You two have really thought this through, haven’t you?”
“Kento and I wanted to be able to come to you with all our ducks in a row. We talked about it, weighed the odds. And brought it to you.”
“Hmm, well. One last question, for now. How do I know this isn’t just some phase for you two? That you’re serious about this?”
Kento cleared his throat and joined Suguru with sitting on the edge of the couch. “If it were a phase, we wouldn’t have risked bringing it up. We wouldn’t have wanted to put you in a position where you could get hurt. This is something we’ve both thought about for quite some time.”
“Literally brought it up 4 months ago. We recognized how we both were absolutely smitten with you and like the gentlemen we are, we didn’t want to have some type of competition.” Suguru added, his voice earnest. “You could choose to date one of us or neither of us and we would accept it all the same. But we’re serious about you. About this. If you’re willing to give us a chance, we’ll prove it to you. Every step of the way.”
“Hm. I’m willing to try. But we have to go slow. For the sake of my heart going at 200 miles an hour right now.” You smiled and went to sit between the two grinning men. “I trust you both to help make this relationship work swimmingly.”
“Thank you for trusting us.” Kento relaxed holding your hand as he kissed the top of your head.
“We will be on our best behavior.” Suguru kissed your cheek. “Pinky promise.”
The faint aroma of spices wafted in from the kitchen, where Kento stood at the counter, meticulously arranging a charcuterie board. You placed the last cushion on the floor around the coffee table, stepping back to admire the cozy setup—candles flickering on the sideboard, a bottle of wine breathing nearby, and an assortment of snacks spread across the table.
“That looks good,” Kento remarked. “Though maybe add a few of the smaller pillows. Extra cushion and looks more deliberate.” Voice even as always, that softness to it that you’d grown to adore—a quiet satisfaction.
You know,” you said, leaning against the door frame, “for someone who claims not to care about aesthetics, you’re very particular about the throw pillows.”
He glanced at you, unbothered. “There’s no harm in symmetry, darling. It creates a sense of balance.”
“Balance,” you repeated, grinning. “Sure. It definitely has nothing to do with Suguru’s habit of tossing them across the room or on the wrong couch.”
Kento’s lips twitched, the faintest trace of a smile breaking through his stoic facade. “If he does that tonight, I’m confiscating the pillows altogether.”
You laughed, moving to adjust the blanket draped over the arm of the couch. It wasn’t that the apartment needed to be perfect, but there was something satisfying about the ritual of preparing together. The quiet coordination, the ease of moving around each other, the occasional teasing remark—it had become second nature.
You smiled, holding your hair back from your face as you bent over. “Did you light the candles because you think they add to the aesthetic, or because Suguru can’t resist being dramatic?”
Kento paused, glancing at the candles with a faint smirk before coming up behind you, his thick arm wrapping around your waist as he looked at your work. “Both.”
The sound of the front door opening and closing drew your attention. Suguru’s voice called out from the entryway, warm and teasing. “Are you two conspiring against me again?”
“Always,” you called back, grinning as he walked into the room.
Suguru had that effortless presence about him, the kind that made the room feel fuller and brighter. He carried a small bag in one hand and shrugged out of his coat with the other, tossing it over the back of a chair before making his way toward you. His dark eyes flicked between the table and the two of you, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Well, isn’t this domestic. I feel like I should’ve brought flowers or something.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile stayed put. “You’re late. That’s your contribution.”
“And yet,” Suguru said, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, “you’re still happy to see me.”
Kento smiled as he went back to the kitchen to grab the charcuterie board, carrying it to the table before setting it down with precision. “We were just debating how much of tonight’s atmosphere was for your benefit.”
Suguru’s grin widened as he turned to him. “Clearly all of it. You know how I thrive on attention.”
Kento gave him a long-suffering look, but there was no mistaking the affection beneath it.
As Suguru plopped down onto one of the cushions, he patted the space next to him. “Come here honey. Let me see what you two have been up to.”
You sat beside him, his arm immediately settling around your shoulders, pulling you comfortably against him. Kento joined you a moment later, gracefully sitting on the cushion at the short end of the table, his tie slightly loosened—a rare sight. He poured the wine, the soft sound of liquid filling the glasses blending seamlessly with the easy hum of your evening.
Suguru glanced at the spread and raised an eyebrow. “You two outdid yourselves. I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be,” Kento said dryly. “They are the one who made it presentable. I just follow instructions.”
“You’re more of a perfectionist than I am,” you countered, smiling. “Don’t let him fool you, Suguru. He’s been obsessing over cheese placement for the last ten minutes.”
“Cheese placement is important,” Kento replied, unfazed, though his lips spasmed in amusement. “Suguru would be a wreck if the brie wasn’t directly in that corner next to the olives.”
Suguru laughed, his hand giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. But I’m not questioning it.”
“Here’s to our first date night of many.”
The three of you clinked your glasses, the quiet sounds of the evening overtaken by your shared laughter and conversation filling the room. There was no rush. No sense of urgency; just the warmth of a welcoming space, the kind of ease that came with trust, care and time.
Getonana who have appreciated your friendship so much since you moved to the Tokyo school.
A charmer with beauty and wit. So color you surprised when they ask how you’d feel about having something deeper with them… together…. More than friends…
