“you okay, love?” nanami asks, his warms hand resting gently on your hip, grounding you, he’s still catching his breath, his chest rising slow, but his focus is all on you, his fingers brushing your skin like he’s checking for damage.

you nod your voice hoarse, a soft whimper escaping as you shift, the soreness making you wince. “yeah, just... damn..” you murmur, a tired smile tugging at your lips, your body still trembling, your heart full but raw.

“you went hard.” he exhales, a faint chuckle, his lips twitching into a rare, small smile, but his eyes are serious, searching yours. “too hard?” he asks, his tone careful, his hand sliding to your lower back, rubbing slowly, soothing circles, his calloused fingers gentle against your flushed skin.

“i got carried away. tell me if i hurt you.” you shake your head, reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers with his, the warmth of his palm steadying you. “no, it was perfect.” you say, your voice soft, honest, meeting his gaze, seeing the relief flicker in his eyes. “just… need you now. stay close.”

he shifts, grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand, holding it to your lips. “drink, love, you need it.” his tone’s gentle, his hand steadying the glass as you sip, slow and careful, your throat cooling, your body relaxing under his care.

“thanks..” you murmur, your voice small, setting the glass down, your hand trembling slightly as you reach for him, needing his warmth.

he notices, his eyes softening, and he pulls you into his lap, careful not to jostle you, his arms wrapping around you, strong and secure. “c’mere.” he says, his voice low, warm, tucking you against his chest, his hand stroking your hair, fingers threading through gently, untangling knots with a patience that’s so him.

“you did so well, so beautiful, taking everything i gave you.” his words are soft, sweet, a contrast to the rough edge he had earlier, his lips brushing your temple, your cheek, each touch a reassurance.

you sigh, a soft, needy sound, melting into him, your body sore but warming up to his touch, your head resting on his shoulder, his heartbeat steady under your ear. “kento..” you whisper, your voice breaking. “you’re too good to me, feel so.. cared for.”

he chuckles, his hand sliding down your back, rubbing slow, firm circles, easing the ache in your muscles. “you deserve it.” he says, his fingers finding a sore spot, kneading gently, making you moan.

“love hearing you like this, all soft and sweet after i've wrecked you.” you laugh, breathless, nudging his chest, your lips brushing his jaw. “wrecked is right.” you tease, your voice hoarse, your body relaxing further under his touch, his hands working down your spine, careful but strong, soothing every ache. “you’re gonna have to carry me tomorrow, you know.”

“gladly.” he says, kissing your hair, his hand sliding to your thigh, massaging gently, checking for soreness. “you sore anywhere specific, love? tell me.” his eyes scanned you, his fingers pausing, waiting for your answer. “just.. everywhere.” you admit, your voice small, a pout forming, and he nods, his lips twitching, not quite a smile but close, his hands resuming their work, gentle but firm, easing the tension in your thighs, your lower back.

when his alarm goes off at 7am, you always let out a small whine, rolling over and curling up against his side. how is he supposed to brace the chilly morning when you're so warm beside him?

once he finally does gather the will power, he'll tap your waist and offer a quiet, "alright, sweetheart. it's time."

your eyes don't even open when you press your lips to his neck and tangle your legs with his.

"pleaseeee not yet," you plead softly.

"alright," he sighs almost immediately, pulling you impossibly closer and cradling your body against his chest. "a few more minutes."

and so recently, he shows up to work caffeine deprived at 9:03am, sporting a crooked tie.