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☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ hello im jim .ᐟ ( 22 — she/her ) ‧₊ ᵎᵎ english is my second language ⋅ ˚✮

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𑣲⋆— jjk writer ^^ mostly fluff & smaus with occasional 18+ work and angst so browse carefully!

ʚ favs are megumi & choso, but expect a bit of everyone ♡ ( also open to requests ! )

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i’ve noticed that most people write with the smaller font, and visually i do think it looks nicer, BUT i’m not really sure what readers actually prefer when it comes to readability, so i’d really appreciate it if you let me know!!

made by @kaoruartsss ! please check out their art. —> here’s the original post!

thank you all so much for the continuous support. it genuinely means the world to me that people read and enjoy my work <3 i see all your support, and it really motivates me to keep being here (sorry i got sappy).

i still love jjk very much, but it hasn’t been the sole focus of my life lately, and i don’t want to force myself to write anything. if i write something, i want it to actually be good, not just write for the sake of writing.

nanami has been stopping by your bakery every friday for almost a year. after finding out it’s his birthday, you decide to make this year’s visit a little more memorable.

— fluff (happy belated birthday my dear husband Nanami)

Soft instrumentals drifted through the bakery as you sat behind the counter, your gaze fixed on the entrance.

It was a slow day. Rain fell gently outside. The warmth of the bakery wrapped around you, fresh pastries filling the air with their sweet scent.

You were expecting Kento Nanami.

He came in every Friday after his lunch break — around 1:30 p.m. to be precise. Your fingers tapped absentmindedly against the counter.

Until finally, the little brass bell above the door chimed softly. You got up, greeting him as he made his way to you. His hair was slightly disheveled, his clothes damp from the rain. And despite this, he met you with a warm smile.

“Evening, Nanami,” your voice came out warm. It always did.

“Evening.” His, on the other hand, remained as serious as ever, though there was a hint of gentleness beneath it.

“Would you like to try something new or would you like your usual?”

He thought for a moment, his gaze lingered on a pastry sitting neatly atop the display.

“I’d like to try that one,” he said. “Did you decorate it yourself?”

You nodded, carefully lifting it from the display. “I wanted to try something new.”

A faint “Mm,” escaped him. Taking his hand to his chin, he observed the way you skillfully set the pastry inside a box, tying it with a silk ribbon.

“You should decorate more often.”

“You think so?” You asked, your eyes brightening at his comment.

“Absolutely. It looks great.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips, setting the box on the counter. “Thank you.”

He returned the smile, his lips pressing together.

“Oh, before you pay.” You crouched for a moment, taking a little card. “We have these little cards now, you can bring it anytime you come and I’ll put a stamp on it.”

He took the card from your hands, inspecting the little designs around it.

“Every five stamps, you get a free pastry of your choice.”

“I see…” He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

“But…” you took the card from his hands, taking the stamper from the counter. “You’ve been here many times before, so I’ll give you three extra stamps to make up for it.”

He let out a low chuckle, “You don’t have to.”

“It’s already done.” You handed him the card again. “Oh also, would you like to register for our email? You might get a few discounts every now and then.”

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze drifting for a moment. “I don’t usually subscribe to newsletters.”

“Oh… it’s fine.” Your smile faltered ever so slightly. Nanami looked up at you, and almost immediately spoke again.

“Sign me up.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. A soft laugh escaped Nanami’s lips. Quietly, he filled out the form.

“Well, here you go,” you handed him the pastry after he paid. “Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you,” his voice softened as he slipped some cash into your tip jar before leaving.

While organizing the registration forms, your eyes landed on his birthday. Next Friday. Truthfully, customers received a 30% discount.

But you chose to do something different instead. Nanami had been a loyal customer after all, he had been coming to the bakery for almost a year now.

—

Next Friday arrived. You sat behind the counter, your leg shaking lightly as you glanced at the clock. 1:32 p.m. There was no sign of Nanami yet.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Maybe he had other plans, after all — It was his birthday. Your eyes drifted toward the pastry you’d already prepared for him, along with the little note you’d tucked inside the box.

“It’s so stupid,” you muttered to yourself, for a second determined to throw it away. Not until you heard the brass bell above the door chime.

A smile immediately found its way onto your face. Of course he’d come. There wasn’t a Friday he’d missed.

“Nanami!” you called from behind the counter, raising a hand in greeting.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes widening for just a second at your enthusiastic greeting.

“What would you like today?” You asked, your voice bright and light.

“What about the other pastry I got last Friday?”

“Coming right up.”

You had it already wrapped in a box, though this time the box was transparent, and the pastry had a few more decorations you had made early this morning. The ribbon this time was blue, the same shade as the tie he so often wore.

“Here.” You set the box down the counter, sliding it across to him.

“Happy birthday, Nanami,” you said, offering him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

He looked down at the box, then back at you. His eyes widened, his brows knitting together. He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, his lips parting.

“…are you okay?”

He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. “Yes, forgive me.”

“…How did you know?” he asked, his voice softer and low.

“I was organizing the registration forms— I wasn’t trying to pry or anything—”

“Thank you,” He cut you short as the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile. He reached for his credit card, but before he could hand it to you, you stopped him.

“No, no. It’s a birthday gift.” You gently pushed his hand back before he could hand you the card.

“Oh, is that something you do for your customers?”

You paused, letting out a soft laugh. “No… only to the best customers.”

He gave an amused huff, “I can’t just accept it.”

“Please do, I worked really hard on it.”

“I can really see that, which is exactly why I can’t just get this for free.”

But you stood firm. “Well I won’t charge you.” You shrugged, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned against the counter.

“Can I order something else then?”

He really wasn’t going to leave without you charging him. So he picked out two other pastries, and you charged him, with the 30% discount your customers would get.

“You can’t complain about the discount though.” You said, handing him his card back.

“Thank you, again,” he said slipping his card back into his wallet before tucking it into his pocket.

“Come back again soon,” you smiled warmly at him.

He lingered there for a few seconds longer than necessary. Until he turned back, making his way to the entrance, hearing the brass bell above the door chime at his exit.

You were about to make your way to the kitchen, but then you heard the brass bell chime once again.

Another customer, you thought.

“Welco—“ you paused, your eyebrows furrowing. “Nanami? Did you forget something?”

“No,” he made his way to you, his gaze stayed fixed on the floor until he stood right in front of you.

“Are you free tonight?” His words came out quicker than you expected.

“Oh— yes.”

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” He looked up at you now. His voice was firm, yet there was a slight tremble beneath it.

For a moment, you simply stared at him, lips parted faintly.

“I would like to,” you said softly. “What time?”

“Would eight work for you?”

You nodded. “I get off at five, but I live nearby.”

“Good.” The corner of his lips curved into the faintest smile. “I’ll see you at eight, then?”

“I’ll see you then.”

—

You’d been waiting for him since the moment you got home from work, setting everything up long before he arrived. On your way home, you stopped at a nearby store, picking up a few candles, fresh flowers for the table, and the last ingredients you needed for his birthday dinner.

You caught yourself bouncing on your toes as you waited. You hadn’t even realized what time it was when you turned off the stove.

“I’m home,” Nanami said from the entrance, already loosening his tie.

His gaze fell on the table already set. The candles around the flowers you had bought earlier. The smell of dinner instantly meeting his face.

He stood there, quietly taking it all. A soft, long exhale escaped his lips. He took a slow step closer, still gripping his briefcase tightly.

There, right beside the flowers was the exact pastry you had given him a year ago. The same blue ribbon you had tied it with around the box. Even the same little handwritten note, except it didn’t just say happy birthday.

“Happy birthday, Nanami. I love you :).”

A warmth settled so deeply inside him that for a fleeting second, he forgot how to breathe.

You rushed from the kitchen to greet him, your arms already in the air. “Kento! You’re home!”

He turned toward you. You were wearing a white apron stained with sauce and spices. And yet he paid no mind to it. Only the way you smiled and rushed into his arms.

You heard the loud thud of his briefcase hitting the floor, feeling his arms instantly wrap around you in a tight hug, his face buried in your shoulder.

“You’re gonna get sauce all over you,” you murmured against his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his broad back.

“I don’t care.”

He held you there for long seconds without saying a word, holding you tightly against him. His breathing slowly steadied.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands coming to cup your cheeks, holding you closely still. His eyes softened, shining at the sight of you.

“Kento…?” You blinked.

But he said nothing, his thumbs brushed against your soft skin, lips pressed together into a smile.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered.

He guided your face closer to his until the distance disappeared. His lips met yours, soft and unhurried, lingering just long enough to savor the kiss. When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed gently over your lower lip.

“You remembered.” His forehead rested against yours.

“Of course I did.”

—

He sat down at the table as you changed. And when you came back you couldn’t help but notice how strangely quiet he was.

You sat across from him, setting dinner down between you.

“Kento?” You asked, your voice faltering lightly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” His hand came to rest over yours on the table. “I have everything I need.”

You smiled warmly at him. Your heart racing against your chest.

“Really? Not even an extra pastry?”

He let out a low laugh, his gaze lingering on you adoringly. “I already married the baker.”

You both laughed at his comment. And as you ate dinner he kept stealing glances at you, his smile never disappearing. He was exactly where he wanted to be, and so were you.

Marrying you was the best decision he had ever made.

—

(a ray of sunshine who’s always willing to help maybe because he’s got a crush on you)

—> read pt. 1 here

— smau

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YUJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!! should i actually write the arcade date 👀

—> read pt. 2 here !

— smau

(a ray of sunshine who’s always willing to help maybe because he’s got a crush on you)

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— fluff / comfort (pre-established relationship)

Megumi’s body felt too heavy to respond on its own. After such a tiring mission all he wanted was your comforting embrace. He didn’t say a word before his knees hit the floor with a loud, painful thud. You hurried over, cupping his face with both hands and gently lifting it until his tired eyes met yours. His emerald eyes were so tired he couldn’t even keep them open for long. “Meg…” you whispered softly, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

You had never seen him this exhausted — he wouldn’t allow himself to be, let alone show it in front of you. But after almost an entire week off to a mission, he just wanted you. No facades, no pretending to be strong. Not with you.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice quiet and unsteady as he lifted his arms just enough to wrap them around yours, holding on as though it were the only thing keeping him upright.

“I missed you too.”

You answered back, your hand moving from his cheek to run it through his messy black hair. It was undoubtedly unkempt and oily, which was rare, given that he would always take care of it. Yet he hadn’t had the strength to do so for days.

“It’s dirty,” he said, lowering his face just slightly.

But you didn’t mind. Instead you took his calloused hands into yours.

“Can you stand?” you asked softly.

He nodded and tried, his legs wobbling as he leaned against you for support.

He tried to take another step, but his legs felt heavier than usual, and he nearly fell again, yet this time you were there to catch him.

“I’m sorry,” his voice came out low, an ashamed whisper.

You shook your head, only to hold him tighter. And he didn’t question it as you guided him into the bathroom.

“I can wash it myself.”

“I know,” you gave him a warm smile, kneeling beside the cushion. “Let me.”

For a moment he stayed still, but he didn’t have any strength to argue with you. Not when you smiled so tenderly at him. So he lowered himself beside the tub, his back resting against it.

“Lean back for me.”

He leaned his head back against the edge, his eyes immediately closing almost on their own. You took the detachable showerhead, letting warm water run through his hair.

Your fingers gently combed through his hair beneath the warm stream of water. Then your fingers worked shampoo into his scalp. His shoulders, tense from days of fighting, loosened beneath your touch.

He let out a heavy exhale as you washed his hair. Little by little, his body relaxed beneath the soothing care of your hands.

“Feels nice,” he muttered, and you could almost catch a glimpse of a smile on his lips.

His head gradually grew heavier against the edge of the tub, his breath growing deeper and quieter.

“Megumi…?”

He didn’t reply or budge. You gently shook his shoulder, and only then did he stir, letting out a quiet hum in response.

“Mhm?”

“Nothing,” you said as you rinsed the conditioner from his hair.

“What is it?” he asked, opening one eye.

“I thought you fell asleep.”

“I was about to.”

“Oh.” You stopped for a second, “sorry.”

He let out a low chuckle, closing his eye again. “Don’t be.”

You washed away the last bit of product, giving him one last slow scalp massage through his spiky black hair.

Then you took a towel, guiding him upright as you gently dried his hair. Suddenly his hand wrapped gently around your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.

His weary eyes met yours, his soft, tired gaze drifting to your lips. He left no room for hesitation as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours without warning.

He kissed you softly, almost as if he were melting into the softness of your lips. His fingers never left your wrist, absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your skin, your hands cupped his face, pulling him closer.

His lips parted just enough to deepen the kiss. It was slow, unhurried, almost sleepy, as though he didn’t have the strength for anything more, and even so he lingered there, reluctant to pull away.

After a long moment, you finally pulled away, only far enough for him to rest his forehead against yours. Your hands still on his face as he held onto your wrists. “Thank you,” he whispered, planting another soft kiss against your lips.

And for a second it was only the two of you, sitting on the cold bathroom floor. And he finally let himself be taken care of, even if just for a little while.

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i’ve been gone for a little while, i’m sorry </3 i’ve been dealing with writer’s block and life stuff… but anyway, i still constantly think about megumi and the overwhelming need i have to comfort him, so this ended up being a little self-indulgent haha. woopsies