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⠀⠀ ❝ i thought you were gonna catch me ... ❞

part one here: 1!

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the next few weeks passed quietly.

somewhere along the way, you and nanami had gotten closer. not through grand gestures or dramatic conversations. just time.

morning greetings became conversations. conversations became shared lunch breaks when work allowed.

you had even ended up getting his phone number. the occasional texts from him became something you found yourself looking forward to.

you learned that nanami preferred his coffee black. he learned that you always carried snacks because someone in the office inevitably forgot to eat.

more than once, he’d found a granola bar left on his desk without explanation.

you never admitted it was you.

he never asked.

today was your day off.

you were curled up on your couch with a book when your phone buzzed.

nanami: you left your notebook at the office.

you sat upright.

you: you’re joking.

nanami: no.

you thought to yourself how important that notebook was. but you didn’t want to disturb him by asking you to bring it to your apartment.

there was a brief pause as you thought to yourself until nanami texted again.

nanami: i’m nearby. i can bring it to you.

before you could respond, a knock sounded at your door.

you laughed.

nanami.

when you opened the door, he was standing there with the notebook tucked under one arm.

“hello.” he spoke softly.

“how are you already here?”

“i was in the area.”

something told you that wasn’t entirely true.

still, you smiled.

“well, thank you.”

his gaze lingered on your face for a moment before he handed over the notebook.

“you’re welcome.”

you hesitated. “would you like some tea?”

a pause. then a nod.

“that would be nice.”

a little while later, the two of you sat together on the couch, cups warming your hands as conversation drifted from one topic to another.

it felt easy now.

comfortable.

the kind of comfort that sneaks up on you before you realize it’s there.

at one point, nanami set his cup down and rubbed at his eyes.

you noticed immediately.

“you look tired.”

“i’m fine.”

“you’ve said that three times this week.”

his mouth twitched faintly.

“you’ve been keeping track?”

“someone has to.” without thinking much of it, you stood and disappeared into the kitchen.

when you returned, you held out a small wrapped pastry you’d bought earlier that morning.

nanami looked down at it. then at you.

“you haven’t eaten this yet?”

“i was saving it.”

his brow furrowed.

“then keep it.”

“it’s okay. you like these.” you smiled. “and you forget meals when you’re stressed or tired.”

for a moment, he simply stared at you.

not at the pastry.

at you.

as though he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with such uncomplicated kindness. slowly, he accepted it.

“thank you.” the sincerity in his voice surprised you.

you sat back down beside him on the couch, a little closer than before. neither of you seemed to notice. or maybe neither of you minded.

the afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the room.

for a while, neither of you spoke. the silence wasn’t empty. it was peaceful.

eventually, your head tipped slightly as you glanced toward him.

“you know, you’re allowed to let other people take care of you sometimes.”

nanami looked over. his expression was calm as always, but softer now. much softer.

“i know.”

“you don’t act like it.”

a quiet breath escaped him.

“no.”

you smiled, and his gaze lingered on it for a moment. longer than necessary.

then, very gently, he reached over and brushed an invisible speck of lint from your sleeve.

the gesture was small.

casual.

but his hand remained there for the briefest second before pulling away. his fingers hesitated slightly, as if he hadn’t meant to linger.

your heart fluttered unexpectedly. nanami looked away first, clearing his throat.

“your shirt was covered in lint.”

you glanced down.

“it was one piece of lint.”

“one piece too many.”

a laugh escaped you, warm and easy.

this time, the corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile. a real one. rare enough that it made your chest ache.

neither of you said anything afterward. you simply sat there together, shoulder brushing shoulder, watching the afternoon light stretch across the room.

and for the first time in a long while, simply being beside someone felt like enough.

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(nsfw, fluff, tried my best to make nanami how i think he would be while ‘making love’ to you)

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the sheets shift as nanami slides into bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

his body is cool from the night air, carrying his usual clean scent mixed with something faintly sweet.

he’s already reaching for you, his large hands settling on your waist and leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“how was work?” you ask.

he makes a small sound, noncommittal.

"the usual. long days of fighting curses, I wonder why I still continue to choose this work path." he says, his thumb stills, then resumes its movement.

"but i'm here now. that's what matters."

he shifts closer, slotting his body against your side, and presses his forehead to your temple.

there are faint shadows beneath his eyes, but his gaze is sharp and focused on you.

“I don’t want you to handle everything alone.” you sigh, leaning into his touch.

“let me do something for you.” you say before deciding to straddle onto his lap, settling on top of him.

he makes a muffled noise, hands falling onto your waist.

"hm. what would that be?" his voice rings out, gently.

you begin to shy away, fiddling with his hands.

"I want to make you feel good. the best you've ever felt." your lips start to find below his jawline, settling small kisses on his neck.

"honey, you always make me feel good." he begins rubbing small circles into your waste, reassuring you he wants you to continue.

"is that okay?" you mumble.

"yes. you're doing perfect, honey." he says, a small smile softly crossing his face before he leans down to kiss your head.

you continue down his neck eventually reaching his chest. your hands carefully work down his shirt button.

nanami watches you, his chest rising and falling a little deeper now.

he doesn't rush you. he never rushes anything. his fingers trace idle patterns along your hips, patient and grounding.

"let me." he murmurs when you fumble slightly on the last button, his own hands moving to help.

he sheds the shirt with the same unhurried precision he applies to everything, though his breath catches just slightly when you press your palm flat against his sternum, feeling his heartbeat.

"you're warm." he observes quietly, almost to himself. his hand covers yours, guiding it lower, past the waistband of his sleep pants.

when you reach the waistband of his pants, you pause, looking up for permission.

"may i?" you ask.

he nods, his throat working. "yes. please."

you undo the clasp slowly, carefully, and he lifts his hips to help you slide them down.

he's already half-hard.

when you wrap your hand around him, he makes a soft, broken sound, polite even in his own pleasure, biting his lower lip.

"is this alright?" you ask, stroking him slowly.

"yes," he breathes, his hips twitching upward before he stills himself.

"yes, that's very good, thank you sweetheart."

you almost smile at his manners, even now.

you lean down and press a kiss to his hipbone, then lower, before you take him into your mouth.

he lets out a restrained grunt, holding himself back.

you begin moving your mouth forward, occasionally looking up at him to make sure he's enjoying what you're doing.

"you're doing so well." he praises, his handing gently moving to the back of your head to guide you.

his praise makes you warm, and you continue, finding a rhythm that makes his breath hitch and his abdominal muscles flex.

before he reaches his peak, he stops you.

"wait," he says suddenly, gently tugging at your shoulder. "come here."

not demanding, anything but that.

you release him and crawl back up, and he immediately pulls you into a kiss, deeper now, hungrier, though still tender.

his hands slide down your back and under your thighs, lifting you easily and settling you on top of him.

"i want to feel you," he murmurs against your lips. "all of you. if that's alright."

"it's alright," you whisper, his hands gently releasing you from your clothes.

as you're both fully naked now, he settles his hand onto your waste to guide you as he helps you sink down onto him.

the stretch is slow, deliberate, and he watches your face with intense focus, his jaw tight with restraint.

"are you comfortable?" he asks, his voice strained but gentle.

"yes," you gasp, settling fully against him. "yes, nanami, you feel—“

he cuts you off with a kiss, his hands firm on your hips, guiding your movements.

you rock against him, finding a rhythm that's unhurried, intimate, the kind that builds slowly like a fire being carefully tended.

"you're beautiful," he tells you, his thumb stroking your hipbone. "so beautiful. thank you for this. thank you for being here."

you lean down and bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent as you move.

his hands never stop moving either, caressing your back, your sides, your thighs, like he's memorizing all of you.

as you begin to speed up, you breath out his him in a quiet moan.

"nanami,"

"yes," he responds, always responsive, always present. "i'm here. i'm right here."

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the pressure builds up.

the pace quickens slightly, not rushed but needy, and he meets your movements with small thrusts of his own, his breath coming faster now.

he reaches between you, his thumb finding that sensitive spot, and you cry out.

he continues rubbing small circles to help you climax.

"let go," he encourages softly. "i've got you. let go whenever you're ready."

and you do, the release washing over you in waves that make you tremble against him.

he follows soon after, burying his face in your shoulder with a muffled groan of your name, his arms wrapping tight around you like he's afraid you might disappear.

afterward, he doesn't let go.

he keeps you close, his heart hammering against your chest, and presses kisses to your forehead, your temples, anywhere he can reach.

"thank you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "thank you for choosing to stay with me. even after everything."

you trace the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. "always," you promise. "i'm not going anywhere."

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this is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this isn’t my best work 🥲

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there’s a lot of things people say about satoru gojo.

that he’s arrogant. that he’s impossible. that he’s way too powerful for his own good.

all of them are true to an extent.

every sorcerer knows him. it’s hard not to when he walks around like the world belongs to him, all lazy grins and expensive sunglasses, acting like nothing could ever touch him.

the strongest.

except when it came to you. because somewhere along the way, gojo developed the softest spot imaginable for you.

everyone noticed it before you did.

the way his attention followed you around a room. the way he always stood just a little too close. the way his voice got quieter whenever he talked to you.

whenever you’d cry, he’d immediately make his way over to you, hands gently rubbing your back before you even had the chance to hide your face.

“hey, hey,” he’d mumble softly. “don’t do that.” like seeing you upset physically bothered him.

and maybe it did. because satoru gojo was ridiculous about you.

he’d randomly appear beside you with your favorite drink already in his hand, proudly smiling like he’d accomplished something huge.

“you looked tired,” he’d shrug. “so obviously your amazing boyfriend stepped in.”

he’d complain nonstop if you ignored him for too long. dramatically dropping himself across your lap or hanging off your shoulder while whining about how “cold” you were being.

if you stayed up too late, he’d notice immediately. “you have eyebags,” he told you once, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.

“kinda cute. but also tragic.” then he made you sit down while he came back with snacks and insisted you rest.

he always touched you without thinking about it too. fixing your collar absentmindedly. brushing lint off your clothes. tapping your forehead whenever you said something sarcastic.

sometimes, it was like he just appeared beside you when you needed him most.

no announcement, no warning, just gojo sliding into your space like he’d always belonged there.

not saying much at first. just being there in that annoyingly comforting way of his.

shoulder brushing yours, head tilted slightly like he was watching you without actually staring.

and every single time, you could feel yourself calm down a little without even realizing it.

like his presence alone had a way of making the world feel less heavy. he’d act casual about it too, like it meant nothing. like he didn’t care that he always ended up close to you.

but his attention never really left you.

“you’ve been quiet,” he said one day, voice softer than usual as he leaned in just a bit. “thinking too hard again?”

you gave a small laugh. “maybe.”

he clicked his tongue like he disapproved, but there was no real edge to it. just fondness hiding underneath.

“that’s dangerous,” he said. “your brain’s gonna overheat.”

you rolled your eyes, and he smiled like that was exactly what he wanted.

a pause stretched between you two, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it never was with him.

then, like it was nothing important at all, he shifted closer and let his shoulder bump yours properly this time, lingering there.

“y’know,” he said lazily, “i think i spoil you too much.”

you glanced at him. “you think?”

“mhm.” he hummed, leaning back just slightly but still not moving away. “can’t help it.”

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the dorm was quiet, almost too quiet.

the faint hum of the lights filled the room as you sat curled up on the couch, your phone resting loosely in your hand. the screen had long since dimmed, the last message from suguru still sitting there, reassuring you that he was okay.

you had been waiting all day. every little sound made your head lift, every passing minute stretching just a bit too long.

you told yourself not to worry. he was strong. he always came back.

still… you missed him.

just as you let out a quiet sigh, the soft creak of the front door broke the silence.

your heart skipped. you didn’t hesitate, quickly pushing yourself off the couch and making your way over.

the door had barely opened before you were already there, hand brushing against it as you pulled it wider.

and there he was.

suguru geto.

his shoulders looked heavier than usual, his uniform slightly disheveled, but the moment his eyes met yours, something in his expression softened. relief.

“honey, how was your mission?”

“it was… alright,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual, like he didn’t want to disturb the quiet of the room.

a small, tired smile tugged at his lips as his eyes met yours. “nothing i couldn’t handle.”

he barely had time to say anything else before you wrapped your arms around him. for a second he stiffened, clearly caught off guard, but then he melted into it.

his shoulders dropped, tension leaving his body as he gently returned the embrace.

“i missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.

geto let out a quiet breath, one hand coming up to rest on the back of your head, fingers threading softly through your hair.

“i missed you too,” he admitted, almost shyly, like it wasn’t something he said often.

you pulled back just enough to look at him, noticing the faint exhaustion in his eyes.

“you look tired.” he gave a small laugh, the kind that barely made a sound.

“do i?”

“yes,” you said, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear before giving him a light kiss on the lips.

“come on. sit with me.” he didn’t argue. he never really did with you.

you guided him over to the couch, and he sank into it with a quiet sigh. the moment he sat down, you curled up beside him, close enough that your legs touched.

he hesitated for a second, then slowly shifted, letting his arm rest around your shoulders.

it felt natural. easy. for a while, neither of you said anything.

the room was quiet except for the faint hum of the lights and your soft breathing.

geto leaned his head slightly against yours, careful, like he was testing if it was okay. you leaned into him in return. that was all the answer he needed.

“you should’ve told me if it was a difficult mission,” you said quietly.

“i didn’t want you to worry,” he replied, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles against your arm. “you worry enough already.”

“that’s because i care,” you shot back gently. he smiled at that, a real one this time, softer and warmer.

“i know.” you shifted, turning slightly so you could see him better. “did you eat?”

he paused. you narrowed your eyes.

“suguru.”

“…not really,” he admitted, glancing away for a second like a guilty kid.

you sighed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. “stay here.”

before he could protest, you slipped out of his hold and headed toward the kitchen.

he watched you go, his expression softening even more, something quiet and fond settling in his chest.

when you came back with something simple, he looked at you like you’d done something extraordinary.

“you didn’t have to,” he said.

“i wanted to,” you replied, sitting back down and handing it to him.

“now eat.”

he obeyed, of course. he always did when you used that tone. the two of you sat close again, your shoulder pressed against his as he ate slowly.

every now and then, he’d glance at you, like he was making sure you were still there.

when he finished, you took the plate and set it aside before immediately curling back into him.

this time, he didn’t hesitate at all. he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping securely around you, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head.

his fingers moved gently along your arm, slow and absentminded, like he found comfort in the simple motion.

“thank you,” he whispered.

“for what?”

“for waiting for me.”

you smiled against him. “i’ll always wait for you.”

there was a small pause. then, very softly, almost like he was afraid of saying it too loudly.

“i’ll always come back to you.”

the room fell quiet again, but it wasn’t empty. it was warm, filled with something soft and steady.

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

satoru gojo

gojo has a soft spot for you

suguru geto

a quiet evening with geto

kento nanami

nanami walks you home from work

comforting nanami after a long day at work

helping nanami ‘decompress’ after work (nsfw)

okkotsu yuta

a failed baking attempt with yuta

practicing combat with yuta

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part two here: 2!

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you leaned back in your office chair, the faint creak of worn leather filling the otherwise quiet room.

most of the employees had already gone home by now, off to warm dinners, soft beds, and lives that didn’t revolve around unfinished reports.

but you were still here.

your eyes skimmed over the final lines of the document your company had assigned you, words beginning to blur together as exhaustion settled in.

overtime again. not unusual, just tiring.

by the time you finally finished, the office had fallen completely silent. empty, save for one other presence.

nanami kento.

you didn’t question it much. he was always like this, staying late, working longer than necessary, carrying himself with that same steady discipline no matter the hour.

it almost felt expected.

you pushed yourself up from your desk, smoothing your hands over your skirt as you stood. your body protested slightly, stiff from sitting too long.

a quiet yawn slipped past your lips, your eyes threatening to close on their own. you glanced over.

nanami was packing up as well, movements precise and unhurried, like everything he did had already been decided long before.

your mind lingered on the timing.

coincidence?

maybe.

after gathering your things, you made your way toward the office exit, the weight of the day settling heavily on your shoulders.

the thought of the long walk home didn’t help. you pushed the door open and stopped.

someone was already standing outside.

It was nanami.

“hello,” he greeted, voice low and even. you blinked.

“oh. nanami. you’re still here?”

“yes,” he replied, adjusting his cuff. his gaze moved briefly down the street before returning to you. “it’s late.”

“yeah. i was just heading home.” his eyes rested on you for a moment.

“you look exhausted.”

you let out a quiet breath. “i am.”

a pause.

“i will walk you.”

you blinked, a little caught off guard. “you don’t have to.”

“i know.” his tone remained steady. “but you shouldn’t be alone at this hour.”

he stepped forward, and you followed without thinking much more about it. the night air was cool, and the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. just calm.

after a few minutes, you spoke. “do you ever get tired of it?”

he glanced at you briefly. “of what?”

“this.” you gestured lightly before letting your hand fall again. “staying late. working all the time.”

he was quiet for a moment. “yes.”

you looked at him, a little surprised. “then why do you keep doing it?”

“because it needs to be done.” his voice was even, as always.

“and because if i do it properly, there will be fewer problems tomorrow.”

you hummed softly. “that sounds like something you tell yourself so you don’t feel overworked.”

his gaze shifted to you again, just slightly. “…perhaps.”

a small smile pulled at your lips.

“and you?” he asked.

“what about me?”

“you stayed just as late.”

you looked ahead, thinking. “i didn’t want to leave it unfinished.”

“hm.” a quiet acknowledgment from him.

“irresponsibility tends to create more work later.”

“exactly.” you exhale.

another silence followed, but it felt lighter now. your steps slowed again, exhaustion catching up to you.

without a word, his pace adjusted to match yours more closely.

you noticed. “…you always pay attention to things like that?” you asked.

“to what?”

“small things.”

he didn’t answer right away.

“i would say it’s inefficient not to.”

you let out a soft laugh. “that’s not what i meant.”

he glanced at you, just a second longer this time. “…i am aware of my surroundings.”

it was simple, but it felt like there was more behind it.

your hand brushed his, a quiet accident. this time, neither of you pulled away immediately.

just a second longer than necessary.

“…thank you,” you said, a little quieter now.

he nodded once. “it’s nothing.”

a pause. then, softer, “i would prefer you not walk home alone again.”

you looked at him, a faint smile forming despite your exhaustion.

“are you gonna walk me every time, then?” he adjusted his tie slightly, gaze forward.

“…if i am available.”

it wasn’t a promise.

but it felt close enough.

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im honestly thinking about making this a series. I don’t know I just think it’d be so cute, but I depends on what you guys want !!

(fluff, no smut, drabble)

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you’d been spending the evening in your dorm with yuta, the kind of quiet night that didn’t need much to feel good. the tv played softly in the background, half ignored as you sat close beside him on the couch.

his shoulder steady under your head while his presence filled the space in a way that felt comforting without trying.

his hand rested near yours, not quite holding it, but close enough that it almost did.

you weren’t really thinking about anything serious when the idea suddenly popped into your head.

baking.

you lifted your head from his shoulder a little too quickly, eyes lighting up as a grin spread across your face.

“yuta, you know what we should do?” you asked, your voice soft but excited as you poked his shoulder to get his attention.

he turned toward you right away, already smiling like he could tell this was going to be something of yours. “what is it?” he asked gently, patient as ever. you leaned in a bit, like you were sharing a secret.

“let’s make a cake. just for fun. it can just be me and you. i have the ingredients.”

he blinked, then let out a small breathy laugh, glancing toward the kitchen like he was already preparing himself for whatever mess you were about to create.

“a cake…” he repeated, then looked back at you. there was something warm in his expression, soft and fond. “okay. we can try.”

you lit up immediately. “really?”

“really,” he nodded, standing up first and offering you his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. “but you’re in charge. i’ll follow your lead.” you take his hand, and he doesn’t let go right away.

in the kitchen, it starts off organized enough, yuta carefully reading what you hand him while you gather everything else. but it doesn’t stay neat for long.

flour dusts the counter, a spoon gets knocked a little too hard, and at some point you both end up laughing because neither of you are entirely sure if what you’re making is actually going to turn into cake.

yuta gets a bit of flour on his cheek without noticing, and when you point it out, he just blinks at you.

“is it bad?” he asks, genuinely concerned. you shake your head, smiling. “no. you look cute.” he goes a little quiet at that, then turns away like he’s trying to hide the small smile forming.

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you had been improving every day since coming to jujutsu high. even if it had taken some time, everyone had slowly become genuine friends to you.

today, you decided to focus on hand to hand combat. not that you were bad at it, but practice makes perfect.

when yuta offered to help, you didn’t hesitate to accept. you knew how skilled he was, and more than that, you trusted him.

“are you okay?” yuta asked, his voice soft, filled with the same elegance he always had.

you let out a small breath, straightening your posture. “yeah, i’m good.” you reassured him.

he studied you for a second before giving a small nod. “we can start slower, if that’s okay with you.”

there was a gentle smile on his face, one that always seemed a little shy.

you nodded back. “i want to keep going.”

“okay,” he said quietly. “i’ll guide you.”

he stepped closer to your side, close enough that you could feel his presence. his hand gently wrapped around your wrist, careful and steady as he adjusted your stance.

his touch was warm, grounding.

“like this,” he murmured, guiding your arm forward, then lightly adjusting your shoulder.

you followed his movements, trying to focus, even though your heartbeat had picked up just a little.

“am i doing it right?” you asked, glancing up at him.

for a moment, he paused, then nodded, a small smile forming. “you’re doing great.”

his words were simple, but they made your chest feel strangely light. “again,” he added softly.

this time, you moved on your own. your stance was stronger now, more confident.

yuta watched closely, only stepping in when needed, his hands occasionally brushing against yours as he corrected small details.

each time, his touch lingered just a second longer than necessary, like he was making sure you were steady. or maybe something else.

you stepped forward, aiming a controlled strike like he had shown you earlier. he blocked it easily, but there was a quiet look of surprise in his eyes.

“that was better.” he said.

“better?” you repeated, raising a brow, a small playful smile forming. “just better?”

he blinked, caught off guard for a second, then a faint blush crept across his cheeks. “i mean, really good.” he corrected quickly.

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, and for a moment, the tension between training and something more blurred just a little.

yuta relaxed too, the sound of your laughter easing him. “you’ve improved a lot,” he said quietly. “i can tell you’ve been working hard.”

you looked at him, meeting his eyes. “it helps. having someone like you teach me.”

he froze slightly at that, then looked away for a second, clearly flustered. “i’m just doing what i can.” he said, but there was something warm in his voice.

you stepped closer again, resetting your stance. “then please, keep helping me.” you said softly.

he nodded, meeting your gaze again, this time a little more steady. “yeah,” he replied. “i will.”

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ayyy I’m gonna start posting more fics bc these have been so fun to write, I just need more suggestions on who and what to write about 🙂‍↕️

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you had been waiting for your husband to get home for a while now. you occupied yourself with reading and cooking, anything to pass the time.

some days he’d take longer than others. but no matter how long it took, you would always wait.

the house never felt complete without him in it. a faint creak echoed from the front door, soft but familiar.

you didn’t need to look to know it was him.

his footsteps followed, slow and heavy as they moved into your shared space.

they carried a weight you could feel even from across the room.

“honey?” you called, standing and meeting his tired gaze.

your voice was gentle, careful.

he didn’t answer.

you wrapped your arms around him instantly, fingers threading through his hair.

he leaned into you, quiet and warm. you pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him.

“long day?” you asked softly before resting against him again.

he nodded into your shoulder, holding you tighter than before. his arms, strong and steady, wrapped securely around your waist.

“are you hungry?” you murmured.

“i’m sure you haven’t eaten much, i could make you something.” you already knew his answer.

nanami never liked burdening you, even when he clearly needed care.

“it’s okay, love.” he exhaled quietly. “i ate enough today. i just want to be with you.”

you smiled faintly, though a small sigh escaped you. “you never let me do anything special for you.”

you huffed lightly against him.

“even after spending the whole day fighting cursed spirits.”

his serious expression softened into a small, rare smile.

the kind only you ever got to see.

“i just want to be with you,” he repeated. “is that not enough to ask for?”

you hesitated for a second, then gave in with a quiet, “okay.” you knew better than to push him when he was like this.

gently, you took his hand and led him to the bed.

you helped him sit before reaching up to loosen his tie.

your fingers worked slowly, careful not to rush him. he watched you, eyes softer now, less burdened. you slipped his glasses off and set them aside.

without them, he looked even more tired. but also more vulnerable.

“lie down,” you whispered.

your hand rested against his cheek for a moment longer than necessary. he obeyed without protest, settling back into the pillows.

the tension in his shoulders still hadn’t fully left him.

you laid beside him, close enough that your warmth could reach him.

he turned toward you almost immediately, like instinct. his hand found yours under the covers.

his thumb brushed against your skin in slow, quiet motions.

“you don’t have to carry everything alone,” you said softly. your voice barely above a whisper.

he didn’t respond right away. but his grip on your hand tightened just slightly.

“i know,” he finally said. “but it’s easier when i know i can come back to you.”

your chest ached at that. not from pain, but from how deeply he trusted you.

you shifted closer, resting your forehead against his.

“then stay,” you murmured. “as long as you need.”

your fingers brushed along his jaw gently. his eyes closed for the first time since he walked in.

and for once, he truly looked at peace.

“thank you.” he whispered.

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