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kai. 19. mndi. n(sfw). ⋆˚࿔

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tying boyfriend!nanami's hair

"babe, stay still."

nanami kento has tried his hardest not to move for the past half hour. it wasn't helping—your elbow still dug slightly into his collarbone as you attempted to tie the short blonde strands of his hair, and you kept shifting in his lap.

"it's comfy," you insisted, draping your legs over him. nanami only sighed softly in defeat, his hands automatically moved to gently knead the soft flesh of your thighs,

"whatever you say, honey."

your eyebrows furrowed, your lower lip caught between your teeth in concentration. for a second, nanami almost wished it were his teeth instead. his attention quickly snapped back again as you held out a hand, demanding, "ribbon."

ah, right, the pink ribbons. he reaches for the container beside him and pulls out two baby pink ribbons. you took them, your fingers carefully wrapping around the silky material, before tying them onto the end of his already neatly arranged strands.

when you finished, nanami has never seen your eyes sparkle with such delight. a laugh bubbles out of you almost instantly as you reach to grab your phone. the next thing he knew, he was bombarded with selfies of all kinds, accompanied by excited squeals of "so cute," and "you're adorable," before being peppered with kisses. poor nanami could only sit there, gazing at you with a soft expression and a stupidly fond smile.

eventually you tired out, with you doing your usual absent-minded hum and your head buried in his chest; his lips lazily grazed your forehead. the feeling of warmth blooms in his chest.

he knew he'd let you do it again and again if it meant for him to see that look on your face once more.

from shared late night kisses to slow walks by the beach — catching the last sun's rays right before it disappears beneath the waves — the faint silhouettes of the two of you, traced onto the soft sand before your feet.

you still remember the rumble of his quiet voice like it was yesterday. the flickers in between memories with his fingers tracing the shell of your ear as he tucks stray strands of your hair behind them, the soft murmurs of "i love you"s and "my love"s.

your life with him was almost straight out of a fairytale.

when you wake up early to go to work, he wakes up even earlier than you. he makes sure that before you even step into the kitchen, there will always be a warm mug of your favourite jasmine tea on the table. always one with two teaspoons of sugar. the way you liked it.

and there he is, his back facing you as he cooks breakfast, his waist tied with a string from the brown apron he always wore since you bought it for him three years ago. he knows you're there before he even turns around. and you don't hesistate to stroll up to him, wrap your arms around his waist and he faintly chuckles.

he was always there for you. it didn't matter whether if you broke down after an argument with your parents or if you were crying over pigeons being outsite on a rainy day, he never made fun of you. instead, he let you shout at him if it made you feel better, then he held you in his arms when you felt too weak to hold up yourself. he offered you quiet and peace when the world was too loud. he stayed when others left.

this, maybe, was the reason why you couldn't find the strength in yourself to move, every time you visited his stone.

for someone like him—his head always buried deep in books, a person who wasn't super popular but did have a close circle of friends, someone who was always well reserved and spoke few words—you were everything he wasn't.

there you were, the sunshine in the crowd. your smile, the prettiest thing he had ever seen, enough to make a person's heart melt. he could also swear that every time under the sun, a halo formed around your head.

the perfect student that everyone loved. how could anyone not adore you?

he tried to convince himself that it never really meant anything when your shoulder accidentally brushed his in the hallway as you walked past. when you smiled at him in the cafeteria. when he was being an idiot one time and somehow bumped into you, and all the books you were carrying in your arms dropped and slid across the floor.

he had panicked, instantly apologising as he immediately crouched down to help you pick them up.

he was probably on his seventh "I'm so terribly sorry—" until you laughed. your eyes shaped into half crescents, dimples showing on your cheeks. and god, his heart nearly stopped at the sight, heat rushed to the tips of his ears and face.

"don't worry," you assured him, taking the books from his hands. your fingers brushed against his in the process, and he froze at the contact. "thank you for helping me..." your eyes trailed down to his name tag. "nanami kento."

and then when you got up again, all nanami could do was stare at your retreating figure, his heartbeat so loud in his ears.

your voice saying his name was something he could never forget.

and lord help him—bless his poor heart,

he just fell harder.