All Actions Have Consequences | Chapter Two
➬ Kento Nanami x Fem reader
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Pairing : Mafia Kento Nanami x fem reader
Summary : They say evil actions can be done with good intentions, this is especially true for Kento Nanami. Growing up, he was taught to always remain honest, respectful, and hard working. For the most part he was, that is, until being fired from his job forced him into a financial chokehold. Desperate to figure out a way to provide for his wife, Nanami crosses paths with the leader of his country’s biggest underground mafia empire, deciding to secretly work under them in order to make ends meet. We know desperate times call for desperate measures, but how long can Nanami hide this vile profession from his wife before it comes back to bite him?
Word count : Around 3,150 words
Warnings : nothing bad, just mentions of rude behavior, Nanami being looked down upon, dread, fluff mostly.
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Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.
Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.
A quiet groan rumbled in Nanami’s chest as his arm stretched towards the nightstand next to him, immediately clicking the “snooze” button to turn off his alarm.
7:00am. That was the current time he read across his phone screen.
He probably should be getting up for work by now, but he figured it wouldn’t kill him to stay just a few extra minutes longer in bed, especially when your sleeping figure lay right beside him.
There you were, your hair a mess, your mouth slightly hanging open as you slept, but still, Nanami couldn’t imagine a better sight to wake up to.
His hand reached to caress your cheek, swiping away a few strands of hair to reveal that beautiful face he loved so much. “Good morning.” He greeted you despite your current state of unconsciousness, placing a tender kiss to your forehead and pulling away to see a subtle smile stringing along your lips; almost as if you were aware of his actions while still sleeping.
Upon seeing that heartwarming smile tugging at your lips, Nanami soon turned over to grab his phone, setting an alarm for ten extra minutes to give him just a little more time with you before he would set off for his hectic work atmosphere.
After placing his phone back on the nightstand, Nanami rolled over once more to meet your sleeping figure. Instinctively, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling your body closer to his as if to return you back to the spot you rightfully belonged.
A gentle grunt escaped your lips in reaction to the sudden movement, causing your eyes to slowly open as you stirred from your slumber.
“Kento?” You asked with a meek voice, eyes squinting to adjust to the soft light seeping through the bedroom curtains. “What time-“
“Shh, go back to sleep.” Nanami cut you off with a tender kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to be up for a while.” He informed you, lightly massaging his large fingers against the back of your head in hopes to lull you back to sleep.
Your body only scooted closer to his in response, letting out a relaxed sigh as his gentle touch began causing your eyelids to droop.
As you soon returned to your previous state of rest, Nanami’s eyes gaped down at you, a smile soon tracing along his lips as he admired the beautiful sight he still couldn’t believe he got to wake up to every morning.
Even now, after five months had passed since that unforgettable wedding day, Nanami still had trouble processing the fact that you were his wife. The title constantly repeated itself in his mind, almost like he was making sure this was actually his reality and not some fairytale. Whether he was simply running errands, or he was busy at work, the idea of returning home to a “wife” that he adored more than anything is one of the only things that got him through his stressful day.
Working sucked, especially when it came to Nanami’s job. His shifts were painfully long and his position in the company he was employed at was still lower ranking compared to most the others.
He was the embodiment of underpaid and under appreciated at the job he worked at, something he was still unsuccessful in trying to change despite the hard work he’d been putting in for these past five months. The whole thing frustrated him more than anything, yet here he was, still working that infuriating office job because it meant he could provide for the woman he loved.
Even if that same job had proven itself to always be tiresome for Nanami, he still got up early every morning to work those ridiculously long hours. All because he wanted to keep his word on the promise he made you five months ago; that same promise that caused him to slowly crawl out of bed once his timer had gone off ten minutes later.
Careful so he wouldn’t wake you up, Nanami slipped out from under the covers and tiptoed over to his dresser, pulling open the drawer to choose an outfit for the day.
In consideration for your sleep schedule, Nanami made sure to remain the quietest he could while getting ready for work. However he figured he must not have done a very good job since he soon felt your arms slide around his waist, causing him to pause as he was brushing his teeth at the bathroom counter.
“Sorry babe, did I wake you?” He spoke through the foam collecting in his mouth.
“No.” You replied, leaning your head against his back and tightening the grip you had around his waist. “I just wanted to see you off before you left.”
After a quiet hum in response, Nanami quickly leaned over the sink to finish up his brushing, smiling to himself as you continued to cuddle against his backside.
It was mornings like these that Nanami loved the most. Moments when it was just the two of you sharing warmth in complete silence that made his heart soften. There were no distractions, no negative comments that would make him grip his fists in frustration.
It was only you, him, and the love you shared for each other. And that’s exactly how he wanted things to remain.
“Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you…” You spoke, lifting your head to glance at him in the mirror as he was starting to finish up. “My father called yesterday, he says he wants us to come over for dinner tonight.”
Your words stopped Nanami in his place, shifting the atmosphere from the pleasant one it was before to a now cold and uneasy one.
Why? Why did that man have to brought up, especially this early in the morning?
“What for?” Nanami’s tone felt tense and hesitant, the simple mention of your father being enough to cause his toothbrush to tremble against his fingers.
“It’s been five months since the wedding, he says he just wants to check up on us, and to welcome you into the family.”
Nanami almost scoffed at your response. He knew you would never lie to him, but after hearing those words fill his ears, he contemplated asking whether or not this was a prank you were trying to pull on him.
Even if you were telling the truth about what your father had apparently said on the phone, isn’t that something that should’ve been done a long time ago?
If your father really intended on “accepting him into the family” then he should’ve done it when Nanami proposed to you, or on the wedding day at the very least.
But five months later? That’s when he’s deciding to finally acknowledge Nanami’s existence as his son in law?
“He said he wants to make amends for his attitude towards you.”
If you hadn’t been looking at him in the mirror, Kento would’ve rolled his eyes right then and there. The audacity of your father was always something that amazed Nanami. To think that wretched man was planning a simple dinner in order to apologize for all the things he had put your husband through; as if something so minor could ever make up for the monstrosity of hate he willingly showed his own son in law.
Nanami didn’t answer. Instead, he quickly flicked the faucet handle on, spitting his toothpaste into the sink and letting the water wash everything down the drain. After standing back up, he turned around to reach for his towel, but was stopped by the sight of you already holding it out to him; your eyes looming with a desperate attempt to get him to say “yes” to your question.
A quiet sigh jerked from your husband’s throat as he took the towel in his hands, placing it over his face in an attempt to hide the conflict brewing across his features.
The last thing Nanami wanted was to visit your father, especially after hearing about his petty attempt at trying to fix things. The dinner probably wasn’t even his idea either, no doubt an event orchestrated by your mother who then forced your father to call and inform you about it.
But even so, Nanami knew it was important to you to that he tried his best to get along with your father.
You never admitted it to him of course, but your husband could tell you missed being away from your family. I mean up until when you married your husband, your parents were the only people you lived with. Being so suddenly stripped from that must’ve been very strange for you. It was no doubt strange for them as well.
In Nanami’s eyes, your father seemed to be nothing more than a selfish and greedy man, but to you, it was different…
To you, he was still your father.
Granted he was far from being the best one in the world, but he was still your father all the same. The father who helped raise you and made sure you were taken care of throughout your childhood. The same father who would plan extravagant events and birthdays all because he wanted to show his love for you in the only way he knew how. He was the same father who always tried his best to give you everything you needed to be successful in life.
He may not have been the kindest man, but Nanami understood that your father really did care for you.
So maybe he could try to appeal to him in that sense?
He knew how much you wished the two of them would get along, even though their conflict wasn’t exactly Nanami’s fault. But in order to please you, your husband still promised himself he’d try all he could to befriend your father.
So for you, and you only, he’d hold his tongue and attend tonight’s event.
I mean after all, it is just a dinner right?
Nanami’s head quickly turned to the side, watching his manager walk towards him with his arms full of multiple stacks of paper. The man then quickly placed them on top of the copy machine that Nanami was working at, giving the papers a light pat before explaining his instructions.
“I need these papers filed and entered into the system before you leave today.”
His request sounded more like a demand than a favor, considering how printing copies and filing papers all day wasn’t included in Kento’s job description. But still, Nanami wasn’t currently in a powerful enough position at his workplace to refuse, meaning he had to simply deal with the higher ups giving him busy work if he still wanted to land a paycheck every two weeks.
“I’ll make sure they get done sir.”
His manager soon nodded in agreement, letting out a condescending “Good man” before turning to walk off.
Once he witnessed his manager leave the room, Nanami turned back around to continue his work, a heavy sigh jerking from his throat as he glanced over the mountain of paperwork he was left to deal with on top of the work he already was rushing to get done.
“Just three more hours.” He reminded himself, counting down the minutes until he would get to leave for the day.
All he had to do was persevere through another three hours of work, that is if he didn’t have to work any overtime; then he’d finally be able to go home and relax after another tiresome day.
Just three more hours and it would all be over with; for today at least.
So after a quick breather, Nanami lifted his hands to readjust his tie and continued his work on the copying machine.
One by one he finished entering each of the papers inside, laying them all neatly at the other end of the machine afterwards. Then it was onto the large stack of misery he was told to finish before his shift ended. That one took a lot longer than he would’ve liked, but still Nanami prevailed nonetheless. Following that, there still was a few things he had left to accomplish in a short amount of time.
After what felt like an eternity of exhausting work, Nanami finally completed the long list of things he was obligated to do: meaning he was finally able to pack up his stuff and leave for the day.
It was around 6pm when he finally reached his car, quickly getting inside and driving off so he wouldn’t risk his manager suddenly walking out and asking him to work overtime.
A heavy sigh then flew past his lips when he finally pulled into his designated garage for the apartment complex. After turning off the car, he then leaned back against the headrest of his seat, wanting to give himself a minute to cool off before going upstairs to greet you.
Nanami’s work environment had an awful habit of putting him in a bad mood, but he refused to come home to you that way.
No matter how bad things had been, he never wanted to bring home any negativity that could upset you; doing so would’ve only been undeserved and cruel.
So after sitting in silence for a couple extra minutes just to make sure he had enough time to alter his mood, Nanami quickly opened the door and stepped out of the car; unwilling to make his way up those stairs until he confirmed with himself that he had locked the car. Once he did, he placed the keys back in his pocket and secured the grip he had around his briefcase, walking towards the unappealing flight of stairs he needed to climb on afterwards.
He always hated having to walk up those dozens upon dozens of steps, but in the end, his destination was always worth the effort it took to get there.
A small smile seemed to creep across his lips once he finally stopped in front of the door, removing his keys from his work bag so that he could unlock it.
And there it was, that comforting and stress-free environment he had been longing for all night. Just the smell that emitted from the apartment was enough to make him sigh in relief, recognizing it as one of the candles you bought a few weeks ago which had quickly turned into your favorite.
He stepped inside the moment the door was pushed open enough for him to fit, wasting no time in dropping his bags on the floor so he could have his hands free for when they would hold you.
“Hey, I’m home!” He announced after shutting the door, his eyes immediately scanning around to find you.
After no audible response, he quickly made his way into the living room to search for you. He didn’t find you unfortunately, but what he did find made his heart soften all the same.
Still propped up along with one of the wooden barstools from the kitchen was the small easel he had gotten you not even a week after the two of you moved in. The little tray hanging on its frontside was full of paint brushes and dirty water, indicating that you had been using it earlier today.
Eager to see what sort of enchanting picture you had created, he quickly started making his way towards it, but was cut off by a sudden voice behind him.
He stopped in his place, turning around to see you rushing towards him, desperate to stop him before he gazed upon it.
“I was just in the bathroom when you came in, but I want to show you what I made myself!” You giggled, still clinging onto his arm.
His heart seemed to flutter at the mere sight of you, even more so when that dazzling smile adorned your lips. With just one look at you, all the stress and annoyance building up inside him throughout the night seemed to drain away completely, leaving him with nothing but the warmth he harbored in his heart for you.
“Alright I won’t look at it.” He chuckled lightly, lifting both his hands in the air as if to show that he was surrendering.
“Good. Now close your eyes.” You commanded, refusing to retrieve the artwork until he did as you asked.
“Okay okay I’m closing them.” He allowed his eyelids to shut, feeling your hand grasp around his afterwards and beginning to pull him in the opposite direction. Once you finally stopped in front of what he could only assume was your little easel, your hand started to let go of his. However, he quickly tightened his grip to allow him to hold on still, not ready to let go of your soothing touch just yet.
He heard the quiet giggle that escaped your lips in response to his actions, also hearing the long awaited “you can open your eyes now” a second later.
When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with another one of your beautifully hand crafted paintings. The way the simple shapes and curves added up to compliment the final product, the way you knew exactly where to place the colors in order to make it all that much more realistic and captivating: everything about it made Nanami’s heart grow fonder. As he stood there, gaping in awe at that masterpiece of a panting, it reminded him of why he worked so hard every day.
If keeping that wearisome job was exactly what he had to do to allow you to continue this then he would, without hesitation.
“What do you think?” Your voice spoke up, snapping him out of his momentary trance and causing him to glance over at you.
His arms then quickly stretched towards you, securing themselves around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. “I love it. It’s as beautiful as always.” He complimented you, this time allowing his arms to engulf you in a gentle hug.
“Thanks Ken.” A smile soon pulled at your lips after hearing his words, his approval being one of the most important things to you.
“You’re welcome.” He quietly responded, allowing his eyes to close once again as he reveled in your touch.
The softness of your skin, the lingering scent of your shampoo, even just the beating of your heart against his chest: all of it made Nanami feel at home.
You were the only person that could rejuvenate his tired soul with something as simple as a hug; almost like you had some sort of magical healing ability that you never bothered to mention.
With you, Nanami felt content. However that relaxation didn’t last for much longer when he suddenly heard you remind him of something he’d been dreading this entire day.
“Do you wanna get ready for the dinner now?”
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