You strut into your shared room, hair still untidy and a little bit wet courtesy of just hopping out of the shower. Sanemi’s eyes quickly move on where you stand, looking stunning just like when he first met you, making him catch his breath.
“Nemi can you help me with this?” Struggle can be heard from your tone. The man stands up from his seat and walks over to you in an instant, “You look beautiful,” He breathed out while zipping up your dress.
You laugh at his innocent compliment and turn around to face him, “Well I’m flattered mister Shinazugawa,” You reply, leaving a chaste kiss on his cheek as a thank you.
Sanemi on the other hand is left mesmerized, star-struck even. He’s so whipped for you to the point you got him fawning over the littlest attention you give him. Heck you can rob him in broad daylight and he would let you get everything he has.
As if he’s cast under your spell, he follows you to the bathroom. Meanwhile, you go on with your routine, using the blower on your damp hair, “Can I help you?” You look at him in the mirror, forcing yourself not to smile from his adorable actions.
The man shrugs and leans on the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, “Just come to admire, go on and do your thing,” Sanemi informs you while jutting his head towards you.
“How about you do my hair then?” You offer the blower and brush to him, Sanemi quickly obliges and walks closer to you, “What style would you like your hair to be, madam?”
Your smile got wider, eyes still focused on him through the mirror. “I love when you do that,” You mumble under your breath, “Surprise me, sire” Sanemi chuckles and runs the brush through your hair carefully, “As you wish.”
Having Sanemi as your significant other is a gamble. Always on the tip of your toes with his sudden outburst but regardless of that, you love him for who he is and choose to stay with him. Not leaving just like how everyone does once Sanemi puts up a wall.
But behind doors where you have privacy for the two of you, where he let himself loosen up. The intimacy just goes up the roof.
Frequent "I love you's" are exchanged, mostly coming from him. Cuddles every chance he gets, clinging as if he's a magnet attracted to you.
"I'm sorry if I wasn't able to be by your side earlier," Sanemi's tone laced with sadness, voice above whisper.
You look back at him with a smile, hands fondly cupping his cheeks perfectly. "What did I tell you about apologizing?" You say as your thumb caresses the scar across his cheek.
"Sometimes I feel like you're too good for me, always understanding my selfish actions," He responds with a sigh, hands on your waist pulling you closer in favor of resting his forehead on your shoulder hiding the blossoming blush on his cheeks.
You sigh in return, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck, "Because you only see yourself as a villain 'Nemi… When you've been nothing but a good person."
"I have to admit, you are a bit rough around the edges but once they get past that, they will see the 'Nemi I adore most," You softly remind him.
Sanemi didn't utter any reply, instead closing his eyes to bask in your affection, holding you closer to him.
— Genre: Modern AU, Tooth Rotting Fluff + vv Soft!Sanemi
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Shinazugawa Sanemi is one of the youngest CEOs in Japan. A person that most newly formed businesses looks up to. Who wouldn’t? He’s a man who started from nothing, now look where he’s at now. Hard work bears fruit indeed.
Sanemi sits comfortably in his leather chair, seated at the head of the long table that accompanies his workers. “As for our sales, it went up higher than last meeting,” the presenter announces in delight.
This earns a small smile from their boss, not noticeable but it’s enough to get them going and continue ranking up the market. The meeting is briefly interrupted, “Sanemi!” Your voice fills the room.
Most of the people in the room whip their head in your direction, so fast that they might have snapped their neck. “Brother I’m sorry,Y/n’s persistent!” Genya tails after you with an apologetic look for the people who don't know you.
That’s one thing they’ve always been wondering about their boss too. He’s very private when it comes to his personal life, the only thing they know is that Sanemi has a little brother who he runs the company with.
“I remember how you clearly told me we’re gonna be out on a date today?” You stand in front of him, hands on your hips. “Sorry, the meeting's gonna be finished in a minute, baby. Come sit down with me in the meantime?” Sanemi calmly replies.
You look back at the people who are staring your way, bewildered. You purse your lips together, whole body burning from embarrassment, and lower your head, “Apologies, I’ve been focused on him. I didn't know I interrupted a meeting. Please go on and take your time,” You gesture at them and look around for a chair to sit on.
You notice Genya patting the seat next to him when you feel Sanemi pull your wrist, standing up for you to take a seat on his chair. This made you immediately look up at him, “Stop, this is your meeting,” you mumble only for him to hear.
“You’re the reason why the company is where it’s at now,” Sanemi simply replies with a shrug of his shoulders. The CEO gestures for the presenter to continue, comfortably standing behind you, hands resting on either of your shoulders.
To say the least, the people present at the meeting were able to witness a different side of their boss as well as learn one thing on why they’re standing on the very building. The meeting comes to an end sooner than what you’ve estimated.
Too engrossed in participating in the meeting, muttering a suggestion to Sanemi and gradually becoming part of the meeting. They adapted on answering, questioning, and considering your say on the possible flaw from their reports.
“CEO L/n, don’t you think it suits you?” Sanemi teases you with a small smile, the three of you remaining at the meeting room. For some reasons. “I dunno. Nothing beats CEO Shinazugawa though.”
Genya walks behind Sanemi to assist him on putting on his coat, “CEO Shinazugawa Y/n sounds way better,” The younger pipes in earning a chuckle and fist bump from his brother.
You roll your eyes at the two, clicking your tongue at Sanemi, “You have your own two hands, why order Genya to do that for you?” You ask, trying to change the subject.
“No no, I insisted,” Genya quickly informs you while patting his brother’s coat, giving Sanemi’s chest a few taps before deeming okay. Sanemi looks back at you, sticking his tongue out childishly while patting the pockets of his dress pants to check if he has everything with him.
“I can’t believe you're gonna be someone I call my husband soon,” You mumble to yourself while shaking your head, feigning disappointment. “Shut up, you love me” Sanemi humors you while strutting closer to you in favor of pulling you in a tight hug.
After all the shenanigans done by your precious significant other, you finally have time to have him all by yourself. A date needed for you both, emphasizing on you.
“I missed you,” You say out of the blue. The two of you walking in a leisure phase, your arm looped around his. Sanemi’s other hand full of things you recently purchased ranging from clothes, shoes, accessories, collectibles, you name it.
Your boyfriend looks at you, a smile creeping up his lips, “Oh you missed me?” He gestured to his hand full of paper bags, “Or did you miss my card?”
You gasp at him, hitting his muscular biceps, “Since when did I use you for money?! If I did, I would’ve done a way better job!” You reply followed by a playful roll of your eyes.
“Well who am I to say no? Like what I’ve told you earlier, you’re the sole reason why the company’s at the top right now. I’m merely a proxy,” He says with a chuckle. “Stop it, I’m not,” You oppose his words, whining at him.
Sanemi leans forward to leave a lingering kiss on your forehead, “And I’ve told you countless of times how I don’t take no for an answer.” You heat up at his sudden show of affection, humming in agreement instead of arguing with him like other normal days.
"I love it when you do that," Sanemi's gruff voice brings you back to reality. Your fingertips that were once tracing the scars on his face halts in hesitation erupting a whine from him.
Tearing your eyes from the beautiful sunrise, you divert your gaze at Sanemi, his eyes fluttering open, pale purple orbs in sight for you to see, "Do what?"
A grumble slips past Sanemi’s lips, he grabs your wrist albeit with all the tenderness he can muster. “Your soft fingertips on my scar, that’s what” he says grumpily, settling in between your legs in a more comfortable position.
“Well there’s no need to be grumpy,” You reply with a chuckle earning a soft mumble of “Sorry” from him partnered with a gentle kiss on your palm before his eyes flutter shut. “I forgive you,” Deciding to humor him, your fingertips continue to wander on his scars.
“But no kisses tho,” Sanemi merely chuckles at your joke. “As if you could live without these luscious lips,” He humors back, “Are you challenging me, babe?” You respond with a raise of your brow, your previous movements stopping.
“T’was a joke, ‘s a joke” He slurs out, his mind that was a second away from drifting to dreamland slipping as soon as your fingertips left his skin. You snicker at how he’s extra needy and clingy today, mumbling “‘M sorry.”
You woke up from the sun peeking through your eyelids causing them to flutter open after a few seconds of no luck on drifting back to sleep.
You start your day per usual but decide to at least take a walk and leisure with the limited free time you have in hand. Entering a mall you usually go to kill some time.
Though, it seems to be your lucky day as your repetitive day takes a drastic turn. Your eyes catch a glimpse of a certain guy, one you can say is on par with a Greek God’s looks.
You don’t care if someone called you basic with your taste but nothing beats a tall, dark, and handsome guy. To add cherry on top, he seems to be the mysterious type too.
He’s there with what seems to be two friends standing behind him, glasses on the bridge of their noses while he oh-so-gracefully and delicately flips through the pages of the book from the shelf.
Mustering all the courage you have left in your body, you take a deep breath and approach the mysterious guy. Before you can approach and tap his shoulders, a hand catches your wrist, a tight grip around it.
An audible gasp slips past your lips, shocked by what happened. You look up to see who rudely interrupted only to see one of his ‘friends.’
“Excuse you? Let go” Your tone laced with irritation. The one holding your wrist has his brows furrowed as if glaring at you like you did something unforgivable. Meanwhile, his other friend is in a protective stance in front of the mysterious guy.
You got no reply from the rude guy and he’s still not letting go of your wrist until the mysterious guy finally snaps back into reality feeling the tensed atmosphere.
The guy’s eyes stare at where your hand is halted before moving to scan your face, “You can let go of them, Penguin.”
Your face distorts in confusion, “Penguin?” You feel the pressure from your wrist fading away as soon as he hears from the guy. “Who are you?” The guy directed his question to you, fully disregarding the visible confusion on your face.
The guy raises an eyebrow at you while you gawk at him, taking in his whole appearance: his raven hair that shines dark blue under the fluorescent lights, his tan skin that has beautiful tribal tattoos etched on them, his chiseled face as if it were crafted by hand, and lastly the bags under his eyes that ties up his whole appeal.
The red haired ‘friend’ clears his throat making you jump in your place, blinking back to earth. Your face heats up feeling three pairs of eyes on you, “Y/n…” You manage to squeak out.
“I’m sorry, you don’t strike someone who I’ve met before” His rough and deep voice that vibrates through his chest makes your heart swoon more.
You shake your head at him, “No no, this is the first we met.”
The red haired chimes in the conversation after looking at his watch, “Sorry to interrupt sir but there’s an emergency message I received from Dr. Chopper” The whole situation with his two friends makes you more curious than confused. Intrigued to unveil more.
The guy hums and nods at him before looking back at you, “I’m sorry, darling. That’ll be my cue to leave… Is there anything you would like to say?” His voice is warm and welcoming.
Blood rushes up to your face as it heats up from the pet name he uttered, you try to cover it by coughing into your hand and diverting your attention to break eye-contact.
“I was gonna ask for your number” You whisper to yourself, “That’s only if you’re comfortable with it!” You voice out clearer.
The guy blinks one, two, three times and tightly smiles, “I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that” You choke on your own spit afraid of uttering the same words again.
“They said can they get your number, sir” The Penguin guy repeats your words boldly. Your eyes widened and looked at him in shock and betrayal.
To your surprise, the guy simply smirks and chuckles, “Not even gonna ask my name, amor?”
There goes your heart skipping a beat merely from his words, “Well… I…” You stammer out.
The guy holds out his hand and the red haired immediately places a call card on his alluring sun kissed hand, “Trafalgar Law. I’ll be waiting for your call, darling.”
He seems to have a way with his smooth talk as he walks closer to you and hands over the small card on your palm, “You will?”
Law gives small taps on your closed fingers around the card, “I sure will,” With those words, he brings the back of your hand closer to him and leaves a lingering kiss on it.
