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The amount of incest, noncon, and pedophilic jjk smut content is getting out of hand.
"Just scroll if you don't like it!" - this doesn't negate the fact they're posting disgusting scenarios. They're targeting an audience of people who should seek therapy. That kind of shit is not okay.
It's like saying "scroll part a zoophile account on Twitter if u don't like it." See how stupid it sounds?
This Fandom is slowly becoming one i regret being in because of just how disgusting people are becoming. Come on guys, do better.
It's okay to have kinks and fetishes, but that doesn't mean they're okay. It's not okay to sexualize minors, it's not okay to sexualizw little space, it's not okay to sexualize r//pe! I get dubcon, but noncon? That's literally just nonconsensual sex.
Anyways. Rant over. Do better, people.
Guys smaus r cute n all but like..yk can we bring back actual literature and rich content..😞 im tired of being done in 1 min w the same copy paste scenario 🤧🤧
Yall do you tho🤫
Edit: FOUND IT!
I NEED SOME HELP!!!!
Recently i have in my mind a nanami fic where him and reader were married and they have a small child named haibara (even tho it was haibara’s last name but its alr Andjfj). Nanami was working overtime and he didn’t have a time for his child and wife, so when y/n pointed it out it started with a argument and when she (reader) heard their daughter (or son? I dont remember SOORRY) crying because their mother shouted out, they (i mean the baby) started crying and reader went to them to calm down and nanami saw that and he was heartbroken. It was angst to fluff and it was so great. PLEASE I CAN PAY WITH PICS OF KITTENS!!!!
RANDOM TEXTS WITH DAD!NANAMI
a/n: i just had to get this out of my head
reblog to give dad!nanami some love

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All Actions Have Consequences | Chapter Three
➬ 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 : Almost 4,000 words
Warnings : slight kissing and affection, Nanami is anxious and nervous, mentions of “verbally abusive behavior”,
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Nanami had one hand on the wheel while his other was kept intertwined with yours, fingers rubbing back and forth in a gentle manner across your skin. His touch was so tender, so loving and patient: a complete contrast to the way he was feeling on the inside.
Although he was clearly trying his best to deliver a calming and peaceful atmosphere through his actions, there was still an undeniably heavy sense of tension looming around the two of you.
The radio loudly played an upbeat melody that could be heard from all corners of the vehicle, however, the car ride over to your parent’s house still felt silent all the same.
Nanami’s muscles were tense as his hand gripped around yours, his face adorned a slight scowl, and even his voice when he did speak up felt hesitant and quiet.
Despite the unconvincing “I’m just tired from work” he had given earlier when you asked why he seemed so uptight, you still knew something was troubling him. You resisted the urge to ask him again because you knew what kind of answer you’d get, but regardless, it didn’t change the fact that you could practically feel the conflict brewing inside him.
You didn’t have to be a detective to know why he was acting this way, you were all too familiar with the anxiety your husband displayed whenever it came time to see your father in person. There was an ever-present sense of dread that seemed to settle around him whenever meetings between the two men took place.
A wave of guilt festered inside your stomach as you gazed at your husband’s nervous expression, noticing the subtle tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel beginning to pick up its pace as well.
It pained you to make him go when you understood how much he was dreading it, however, it pained you even more to continue to watch your own husband and father not get along.
Sure it wasn’t as big of a deal right now since you hardly saw your parents, but what about holidays? What about family gatherings? Were you supposed to just exclude your own husband from those meaningful events to avoid any conflict arising? What about when you had kids? How could you bear letting your children see the way their grandfather would treat their own father? Would your Dad even love your children the same knowing that they were just as much a part of Nanami as they were of you? What if one of the kids looked like Nanami? What would happen then? Surely your father wouldn’t verbally abuse his own grandchild the way he did his own son-in-law.
There were so many questions, so many uncertainties arising because of the conflict between two of the most important men in your life. This marriage wasn’t just the bonding of two people, it was the bonding of two families as well, and if either of those families wanted to live in peace together then they’d have to find a way to get along.
None of this would fix itself, and frankly, none of this pain and frustration was going to disappear either unless you did something about it. So, no matter what it took, in order to create a better future for everyone involved in this unity, you promised yourself you’d work your hardest to get your father to see Kento Nanami the way you did: As the selfless and kind man he truly was.
You didn’t know exactly what it was about your husband that seemed to always set your father’s teeth on edge, but regardless, you’d stand by Kento’s side and defend him against anything your father could throw at him, because Nanami wasn’t just some random guy you used to have a class with during college: No, he was the first man you ever truly felt valued with.
Of course, there had been other men in your life before your husband came along, even one you almost married. And it’s not like any of those men were bad people, one in particular you had known since you were a young girl, and even back then he had always been tremendously kind and sweet towards you. But regardless, it didn’t change the fact that they all, including him, had been arranged by your father to be your potential husband.
No matter what meaningful gestures they would commit, or whatever affectionate words that would slip past their mouths: none of it could convince you of their feelings. It may have come off as hard to please now that you thought about it, but honestly, with the temptation of a mountain of wealth only accessible by your hand in marriage, who wouldn’t blame you for being skeptical of every man your father pushed towards you; no matter how loving they truly were.
It was a dreadful way to live: never knowing if a man’s affection was given based on his actual love for you, or for his selfish desire to gain your money and position by marrying you.
That’s why you turned down every suitor your father sent your way no matter how upset it made him. And that’s exactly why you married Kento Nanami instead.
Because Kento Nanami was the first man who showed genuine affection towards you without knowing anything about your wealth and social status.
In fear of the same uncertainty arising with any other man, you had kept your family’s identity a secret from everyone when you attended that college; so Nanami was never even aware you had a sky-high inheritance lingering around you.
However, even when you finally did confess your background to him, Kento Nanami never once become greedy because of it, nor did he ever give up on pursuing you despite your father threatening to take away any money he’d get if you married him.
Whether it was something as simple as his gentle gaze when it remained on you, or something as monumental as when he blatantly declared that he would willingly work multiple jobs just to provide for you: either way, in your heart, Kento Nanami had proved that he undoubtedly loved you for you, and you only.
You had heard every compliment known to man, received every bit of “special treatment” a man dating you should give, but none of it felt special until it came from Nanami. The words “you look beautiful” had been spoken to you millions of times already, but it only ever had you blushing when it was said by Nanami.
Because with him it felt real, it felt genuine.
“Is this just an act?” “Does he really love me like he says?”
Those words had anxiously rummaged around inside your brain with every man you had been with; every single one except the man who sat next to you, the same one whose hand was clasped around yours as he pressed the brake pedal in response to the red light straight ahead.
“Does he really love me like he says he does?”
You never had to ask yourself that question when it came to Nanami; he had already assured you of that answer millions of times through his actions alone; and he would continue to do so for as long as life would allow him.
That’s why, no matter how hard it was to feel separated from your family, or how painful it was to hear “you deserve better” from the people you were close to: you wouldn’t yield in your fight to defend your husband.
He was hated not just by your family, but by your friends as well, and anyone else who cared for you: because all they ever saw him for was a greedy little gold-digger.
However, you prayed that would change tonight, and you were already starting to feel the slightest bit hopeful about that possibility since your father had willingly invited you and your husband over for dinner.
Maybe this was a turning point?
Maybe… things would finally change… for the better…
The car quickly came to a stop in the circular drive of your parent’s house, its headlights illuminating one of the most achingly beautiful houses Kento Nanami had ever seen.
He had been to your parent’s mansion several times, and even now he couldn’t deny its breathtaking structure and design. The exterior was draped with dozens of stone columns and a couple of large balconies; the fountain that stood in the middle of the yard was flowing at a rapid pace. Even the panels lining the windows and doors looked as if they cost more than Nanami’s paycheck. Everything about the house itself was beyond mesmerizing, but it wasn’t exactly the same case with the people who lived inside.
A shuddering breath escaped Nanami’s lips as he turned off the car, his hand anxiously reaching to grasp the handle so he could get out. However, before he could, your voice suddenly filled the air, stopping him in his place before he could open the door.
“Ken?”
His head quickly whipped around to look you in the eyes. “Yeah?” He questioned, curious to know what you were needing.
“You don’t have to be nervous about the dinner, okay?” You spoke frankly, watching Kento’s eyes widen, his face soon rotating away from you in a sheepish manner once you began exposing the thoughts he was hoping to keep concealed.
“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re-t-talking…” Your husband quickly scrambled to deny your veracious assumptions, his words stuttering past his lips as he attempted to convince you otherwise. But no matter how hard he could try, you’d never fall for it, and deep down, a small part of him knew it too.
“Ken?” You spoke in order to get his attention, placing your hand reassuringly on his shoulder subsequently. “You don’t have to worry about tonight, I’ll be there the entire time, okay?” Your fingers softly caressed his back, watching as his head turned towards you once again, his heart softening instantly once he met your gentle gaze.
“I know.” He spoke with a hushed sigh, his hand reaching to hold the one you had placed atop his shoulder. “I just don’t really feel like being belittled tonight.”
You felt your heart sink at the way your husband’s expressions lowered, the color seeming to drain from his face as he sat there, contemplating all the things that could go wrong once he stepped foot inside that beautiful mansion.
It was painful to have to witness, but in the end, you knew this would all be worth it if the relationship between your husband and your father improved.
“I know honey,” You agreed with him, lifting your free hand to swipe away the few strands of blonde hair hanging across his forehead. “But hey,” you continued, “if at any point you feel uncomfortable, then just tell me and we’ll leave, alright?”
A gentle smile stretched across your face as you spoke, followed by one last sentence your husband didn’t realize he needed to hear before now.
“We’re a team Kento, and I don’t plan on switching sides anytime soon.”
Nanami’s subtle scowl immediately softened at your words, his heartbeat slowing momentarily as he stared at you, wondering how he ever got so lucky.
Even after marrying him made you lose your livelihood, and caused a separation between you and your family, here you still were, willing to defend him at a moment’s notice if it were necessary.
“Thank you sweetheart.” Nanami leaned forward to place an affectionate kiss on your forehead, his words soft and warm as he mumbled them against your skin.
“You’re welcome.” You answered, a gentle giggle suddenly tickling at your throat when your husband’s lips began to linger on your face, trailing down to plant a couple more kisses on your cheeks and the tip of your nose; then continuing as his lips started to journey down towards your neck.
“Ken! Stop, we need to go inside!” Your hands moved to find his chest, using it to push yourself away with another bubbly giggle.
“Don’t worry love, they won’t care if we’re a little late.” He teased, allowing a bold smirk to line his lips as he started leaning back over the center console, hoping to finish his work.
“Mr. Nanami! Don’t say things like that outside my parent’s house!” Your hands lifted to cover your face as you felt a familiar warmth painting across your cheeks. You were blushing hard, embarrassingly hard; almost as if this was your first time ever being kissed by him, or in general.
“Hmm, looks like someone’s a little shy tonight.” He shook his head playfully at your behavior, chuckling to himself as he watched the way you blindly swatted him away. “Guess you want me to wait till later then, huh?” He added, immediately earning a flustered “Yes, please wait!” as you continued to cover your face, still hopelessly failing to hide the crimson shading traveling across your cheeks.
“Fine,” He pulled away, a soft whine lacing with his tone as he spoke. “But I’m continuing where I left off when we get home.”
Your eyes peeked from behind your hands, finally placing them down at your sides again when you saw him reach for his door handle. Once he stepped outside the vehicle, Nanami’s body then made its way around the front of the car to stop at your side, grasping the handle to pull your door open and offering a hand to help you out.
As your hand laced with his, using it to step out of the car, Nanami glanced behind him, eyes looming over the beautiful mansion he had been dreading the entire car ride over. His breath became staggered once more as he stared that luxurious house down, his brain already preparing itself for the argument-filled evening he figured was coming his way.
It would’ve been an understatement to say that Nanami was not looking forward to hearing your father’s insults tonight. However, an even bigger understatement was to say that Nanami was quite shocked when he was greeted with a warm smile as your father opened the front doors to the mansion.
“Well look who it is. I’m glad you two made it!”
The both of you stood frozen in place, eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before you. There your father was, smiling ear to ear as held the door open for the both of you, his appearance suggesting he was actually happy to see you two.
Nanami quickly glanced down at you in search of answers, hoping maybe you knew what was going on. However, when he inspected your face, he saw a perplexed expression that matched the one spread across his own features; telling him you were just as confused as he was when it came to the sudden shift in your father’s behavior.
“Please, make yourselves at home.” He grinned, motioning for the both of you to step inside.
Make yourselves at home? Nanami had never been welcomed in this home, at least not by your father. So to stand there, and watch the same man who used to curse Kento’s very existence, now act friendly and welcoming towards him, as if the two men were old friends, was truly a sight to behold.
“It’s good to see you dad.” You quickly broke the silence by stepping inside, lacing an arm around your father’s back to give him a gentle hug.
“It’s good to see you too darling.” He responded, his arms wrapping around you as well to return the hug. Your father’s eyes then glanced up at your husband who had just finished walking through the doorway, his lips parting to surprisingly acknowledge the man. “And Kento, my dear boy, it’s good to see you.”
Your husband almost fainted right then and there. This had to be a dream, right? Because there’s no way he was hearing this right now. Maybe there was another man named Kento coming up behind him and that’s who your father was speaking to. That had to be it! Because there was no other explanation that made sense.
However, as your husband subtly looked over his shoulder, he found no one: meaning those words really were directed towards him.
“Oh um,” Namami quickly cleared his throat as he turned back around, “-it’s good to see you too sir.” He stuttered, still feeling awkward and overwhelmed by the whole thing.
After shaking the hand that was held out to him, your father then went on to spell out the itinerary for the rest of the night. “I have to go help your mother real quick, but there’s a bunch of people here to see you two, so please enjoy yourselves. Dinner will be ready in just a little bit.” His smile was wide and bright, his hand lifting in the air to send a friendly wave to the both of you before he walked off, leaving you and your husband silently standing by the front entryway; minds still overflowing with confusion.
“What was that?” You felt your husband’s gentle voice whisper near your ear as he joined you at your side, his arm lacing around your waist in the process.
“I don’t know,” you glanced up at him. “But he did say he wanted to make amends. Maybe that’s what he’s doing?”
Nanami doubted that immensely. He was fully aware that people could change with time, however, even given the amount of time it’s been since their last interaction, he still found it awfully suspicious that your father’s attitude could have changed this much by now.
“Just try to give him a chance okay?”
That was the very last thing your husband wanted to do, although, as he looked down at you, taking in that hopeful expression you were wearing, he knew exactly what you were thinking. You weren’t as skeptical as he was when it came to your father’s recent show of behavior. In fact, the whole thing seemed to bring you some reassurance that tonight might actually turn out the way you’d been praying for. Even though Nanami wasn’t convinced, he didn’t want to demolish that optimism you were clinging to, so he knew he’d have to cooperate.
“Okay, I will.” He forced a smile, retracting his hand from your waist and moving it downwards to entangle your fingers with his.
You flashed him a thankful grin, allowing your head to lean against his arm before your lips separated to speak once more. “I wonder though,” You began, eyes squinting to investigate the rest of the mansion from where you stood near the front door. “Dad said there were people here to see us. But I thought this was just a dinner between the four of us?”
Come to think of it, Nanami did recall your father saying that. I guess his words just hadn’t even registered yet due to the shock you both were in at the surprisingly friendly atmosphere you were greeted with earlier.
Still, now that he thought it over, that might be playing a part in your father’s behavior. With the presence of other people around he would be forced to behave, lest he wanted to risk receiving a bad reputation.
Not that it would probably even affect him that much if he was talked about as being “demeaning” and “harsh.” With full control of one of the largest food companies in the entire country, the man didn’t exactly have to worry about losing his position over something as minimal as being “bad mannered.”
But regardless, rumors and gossip is annoying to have to deal with, so the existence of people other than his family could prove reason enough to be acting as friendly and kind as your father was behaving.
“Maybe he just-” Nanami had begun to speak, however, his words were quickly jerked to a halt when the thunderous sound of a man’s voice suddenly called out your name.
“Hey, Y/n!!”
Both Kento’s head, as well as yours, jerked upwards in unison, eager to identify the voice that had interrupted your private chat.
A quiet gasp immediately escaped your husband’s lips once he caught sight of the voice, instantly recognizing him as the tall and arrogant individual he had always hoped to avoid: Satoru Gojo.
“How are you?! It’s been so long!”
Nanami watched as the bothersome scene took place right before his very eyes. Your hand suddenly released the grip it had around your husband’s fingers and immediately your arms stretched in the air for when the white-haired man would quickly engulf you in a tight hug; his hands seeming to instinctively slick themselves around your waist in a manner that made Nanami’s eyes twitch in annoyance.
The two had never met, but Kento had heard enough stories from you to realize who this man was: the one you practically grew up with due to the fact that your family’s companies were in partnership with each other.
Your husband was fully aware that the two of you were apparently very close to each other, however, he never realized exactly how close until he heard you open your mouth to speak to the man.
“Toru! I didn’t know you were back from America yet. Why didn’t you tell me?” Your face lit up with excitement, a gentle smile adorning your lips as you gazed towards the man’s mesmerizingly cerulean eyes.
Wait “Toru?” So you had a nickname for him too? How long has that been in use?
“I just got back a couple of days ago,” Gojo responded, only just now releasing the grip his arms had previously captivated you in. “I was going to tell you, but your father invited me over so I figured I’d surprise you when you got here instead.” A wide grin spread across the man’s face as he kindly glanced down at you, his eyes looming with a sense of familiarity that made your husband’s hands irritably tighten into fists.
“Well, you certainly did.” You laughed playfully, witnessing the way Gojo’s eyes peered behind you to glance at your husband, the one you left awkwardly standing near the front door.
“And you must be the handsome Kento I’ve heard so much about,” Gojo made his way over to Nanami, holding his hand out in order to formally greet him for the first time.
Your husband did his best to hide the scowl manifesting across his face since he knew you were looking, but gosh it was hard when this man was already getting on Nanami’s last nerve.
What’s with that smirk plastered across his face? Was he mocking him? What about the handshake, what was that supposed to mean? Was he trying to be rude? Or had the man just been in America too long that he was just used to that by now?
It had only been a couple of minutes since meeting him, even less time actually interacting with him, but even so, Satoru Gojo was proving himself to be a pain in the rear; well, to Nanami at least.
Still, as much as Nanami wished he could grab your hand and yank you both out that front door, he knew there was no way out of this: meaning he’d have to actually acknowledge the white-haired man he always dreaded having to meet. So, after a quick clear of his throat, your husband finally obliged and stuck his hand out, uttering a simple sentence in the process.
“Just call me Mr. Nanami please.”
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“I want to wake up next to you. Every morning” would be so stinking cute with Rio and Jyuto. Our resident soldier and corrupt cop deserve some sleepy time.
It seems I finally escaped writer's block jail so... I hope you'll like this even if it's a little short. Title: Pillow Talk Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Rio/Jyuto Prompt: “I want to wake up next to you. Every morning.” Content: fluff, slice of life.
All Actions Have Consequences | Chapter Two
➬ Kento Nanami x Fem reader
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Pairing : Mafia Kento Nanami x fem reader
Summary : For as long as he’s known you, Bakugo couldn’t deny the feelings he’s harbored for you, the same feelings he’s kept a secret in fear of rejection. However, the moment he finally manages to gain enough courage to confess to you is the same moment he realizes he’s too late. As he watched you, smiling in the arms of another, he wondered what the right choice was. Should he put up a fight to win you over? Or should he accept the likely fate that you never belonged to him in the first place?
Word count : Around 3,150 words
Warnings : nothing bad, just mentions of rude behavior, Nanami being looked down upon, dread, fluff mostly.
Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊
Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.
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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.
“So, will you go?”
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?
What could go wrong?
“Hey Kento.”
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.
“Wait don’t look at it!”
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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I made this reeeal quick! I hope you enjoy EW 04 Jyuto in manga style😌💙

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Iruma Jyuto💙
Best boy birthday! 🐇🐇🐇
[ID: Digital painting of Iruma Jyuto from Hypnosis Mic. From the waist up, he’s wearing a multicolored blue vest, striped button up, and bright red gloves and tie. He’s making the gun-hand-sign pointing at his mouth, and smirking at the camera. The piece is colored with bright reds, blues, and yellows. The Image underneath is a banner promoting ChocolatePyrusArt’s Patreon. End ID]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JYUTO MY LOVE!🎉❤🌹💖🎉
I hope you like the theme🌹I am a little disappointed with how it came out but I am going to do a 2nd bday fanart!
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This man means much more than a husbando. I praise him. Hbd.

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Jyuto Iruma (Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle - Rhyme Anima) » May 30
We... lost?
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