olderbf!nanami snapping at reader (gently)
nanami's office was too quiet.
not peaceful quiet.
the kind of quiet that came with tension wound too tightly beneath the surface.
his laptop screen glowed against the dim room, reflecting off tired eyes that hadn’t looked away from spreadsheets, contracts, and endless emails for hours.
his phone buzzed.
again.
he picked it up.
“yes,” he answered flatly.
someone launched into another explanation on the other end.
his eyes drifted back toward the three unread emails at the top of his inbox.
urgent.
urgent.
urgent.
of course they were.
“send me the revised copy,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. “i’ll review it.”
another buzz.
another notification.
another problem.
he’d barely ended the call before his assistant texted him.
they need your approval tonight.
he stared at the message for a few seconds.
then exhaled slowly through his nose.
the sound of soft footsteps barely registered.
“kento—baby?”
he looked up.
you stood in the doorway in one of his oversized sweaters, fingers curled around the sleeves. your makeup had long since faded into something softer, your hair slightly messy from lounging around the house all evening.
you offered him a small smile.
“i made tea.”
his attention flickered back toward his computer.
the phone buzzed again.
his inbox refreshed.
another email.
something inside him tightened.
“not now.”
the words came out sharper than he’d intended.
not loud.
not angry.
just exhausted.
final.
the room went still.
you blinked.
“…okay.”
your smile disappeared so quickly it made his chest tighten.
you lowered your gaze.
“sorry.”
then you turned around and walked away.
he stared at the doorway long after you’d disappeared.
silence.
his phone buzzed again.
he didn’t answer it.
instead, his mind replayed the way your voice had gone small.
sorry.
he closed his eyes.
“…damn it.”
he pushed a hand through his hair.
he hadn’t meant—
of course you hadn’t interrupted on purpose.
you never did.
you’d just wanted to see him.
to bring him tea.
to ask for a few minutes of attention after he’d been locked in his office all day.
his gaze shifted toward the mug sitting near the doorway.
still steaming.
the tea you’d made him.
untouched.
the guilt hit him so hard he physically winced.
his phone rang again.
he rejected the call.
then another.
he silenced it completely.
ten minutes later, he stood from his desk.
the paperwork was still there.
the emails were still urgent.
the problems would still exist when he came back.
but so would the memory of your face if he let this sit.
he found you curled up on the living room couch.
the television played quietly in the background, some reality show you’d insisted wasn’t trash television.
you had your knees tucked against your chest.
the pink blanket draped over your legs.
you eyes were watery.
which made him feel worse.
you looked up when you noticed him standing there.
“…hi.”
your voice was careful.
he walked closer.
“come here.”
you hesitated.
“…i thought you were busy.”
“i am.”
he sat down beside you anyway.
then opened his arms.
“come here.”
you looked uncertain.
“it’s okay.”
his jaw tightened.
“no.”
he held your gaze.
“it’s not.”
you blinked.
“…what?”
he exhaled quietly.
“i’m exhausted.”
“i know.”
“i’ve had people calling me nonstop for hours.”
you nodded.
“i know.”
“and i was frustrated.”
his expression softened.
“but i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
you immediately shook your head.
“you didn’t yell at me.”
“i still hurt your feelings.”
you looked down at your hands.
“…a little.”
his shoulders slumped.
“i know.”
for a moment, neither of you said anything.
then he reached over and gently took your hand.
“come here.”
this time, you let him pull you into his lap.
you curled against his chest automatically, your head settling beneath his chin.
his arms wrapped around you tightly.
almost desperately.
“…i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair.
you played with the sleeve of his dress shirt.
“you don’t have to apologize for being stressed.”
“i do when i take it out on you.”
“you weren’t mean.”
he rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“you brought me tea.”
“…yeah.”
“and all you wanted was my attention for five minutes.”
you went quiet.
“…i missed you.”
it came out so small.
so honest.
he closed his eyes.
he’d been in the next room all day.
and somehow you’d still missed him.
his arms tightened around you.
“i know.”
you pressed your face against his neck.
“your job is important.”
“you are too.”
“i didn’t want to bother you.”
he immediately pulled back just enough to look at you.
“don’t.”
“…what?”
“don’t ever think you’re bothering me.”
“but—”
“you’re my sweetheart.”
his voice was calm but firm.
“you wanting to spend time with me isn’t an inconvenience.”
you searched his face.
“even when you’re busy?”
“especially then.”
his thumb brushed beneath your eye.
“i don’t want you sitting out here wondering if you’re allowed to ask me for affection.”
“…okay.”
he studied your expression.
“okay?”
you nodded slowly.
“okay.”
a tiny pause.
“…can i still give you the tea?”
he actually laughed.
soft and tired.
“yes.”
“…even though it’s probably cold now?”
“yes.”
you brightened slightly.
“…can i also sit in your office while you work?”
he sighed dramatically.
“you mean sit quietly?” he said
“…mostly quietly.”
“…define mostly.”
you smiled a little.
“i might ask for one kiss every thirty minutes.”
he raised an eyebrow.
“that’s your compromise?” he asked exasperatedly
“i think i’m being very reasonable.”
for the first time all evening, genuine amusement crossed his face.
“you have a very interesting definition of reasonable.”
you grinned. “so is that a yes?”
he looked down at you.
your hopeful expression.
the way you’d tucked yourself into him like this was where you belonged.
then he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against your forehead.
“it’s a yes.” he sighed
you wrapped your arms around him immediately.
“yay!”
he held you for another minute before resting his chin on top of your head.
“…for the record.” he started
“mhm?”
“if i ever do that again…”
you looked up at him.
“…don’t let me get away with it.”
you blinked.
“you want me to call you out?” you asked
he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“i want you to remind me that no matter how complicated my day gets…”
his hand settled against your cheek.
“…i’m never too busy to fix it when i hurt your feelings.”
you stared at him for a moment before your expression softened.
then you kissed the corner of his mouth.
“okay.” you sighed sweetly
“…okay?”
you smiled sleepily against him.
“but i’m still bringing the tea.”
another quiet laugh escaped him. “of course you are.”
“and after work…” you started
“yes?” he sighed
“…can we cuddle?”
he looked toward the office he’d abandoned.
toward the mountain of unfinished work waiting for him.
then back down at you.
his answer came without hesitation.
“of course sweetheart.”
ALRIGHTT IM ON A ROLLLL anyways i'll probably keep writing more olderbf!nanami because i love it and him smmmmmmmm 😁😁🫶 so yea. there will be more coming.
