#firefighter

"Miss L/n," the doctor says in a sweet tone. She flashes you a toothy white smile as she approaches, holding a clipboard in her hand and a stethoscope hung around her neck.

The nurse makes quick work of taking your arms and unwrapping the bandages. You sigh at the feeling— your burns finally getting a chance to breath and your heart a chance to take a break from beating so hard as a means to suppress your urge to scream in pain.

The firefighter stays by the entrance of the room, arms crossed and wearing a simple black t-shirt over his FRC pants and boots. His blonde hair was tousled, falling in front of his face as the strands brush against his ash stained cheeks.

You assumed that whatever happened had to be recent since he was still partly in his gear and reeked of smoke.

Your eyes shift from the attractive firefighter to the doctor, who's calmness was unsettling to you due to the fact that you had no idea why the hell you were in the hospital.

"Why am I here?" You ask, not to anyone specifically. You just wanted an answer.

All three of them exchanged eachother a weary glance, like they were hiding some kind of secret that only you didn't know about.

It honestly started to piss you off.

"Hello? Am I talking to a wall?" You snapped.

"Miss L/n, I am Doctor Mei. And I'll have you know this situation is stressful for all of us," the doctor says, setting the clipboard down on a table.

"Well I wouldn't be so stressed right now if I had a clue of what's going on," you laugh dryly.

"Your apartment, it- the complex burned down," she explains. "Luckily, they retrieved you and your cat, but everything else got damaged in the fire. Mr. Nanami here was the hero who saved you."

"Wait, wait, what fire? What happened?" Your furrow your eyebrows in confusion, glancing at the firefighter who you now know the name of.

"Your neighbor left the stove on while they were out. It started off as a small fire but since they weren't home it escalated and...well," She trails. "The fire department was only around the block so they arrived quickly. Unfortunately, 3 people died in the fire."

You're silent for a beat, letting the doctors words sink in.

Your heart pangs when she told you people died in the fire, that suffocating lump forming in your throat as you try to suppress your tears. You didn't even know the people but you couldn't help but feel sadness for them and their families.

"Where's Batman?" You say, your voice betraying you as it slightly cracks and your eyes gloss over. You look around your room to hopefully find that familiar lump of black and brown fur, but to no avail.

The pen scratching against paper pauses as the doctor sets the pen down and looks at you in confusion. "I'm sorry, Batman?"

"My cat. Where is he?"

"Oh, he's-"

"He's right here," A deep voice says, which revealed to be Nanami as he walks inside the room holding your beloved fur ball, Batman.

You didn't even see him leave the room, so you were surprised when he approached holding your cat.

Batman seemed to be having a blast in his arms while he repeatedly pressed his tiny paws into the softness of Nanami's pecs—finding the squishiness amusing.

you laugh in surprise from the sight, since Batman usually doesn't like people. Not even you sometimes.

You look up at Nanami, watching the way he looks down at your cat in annoyance and affection all at once. His stoic features almost look softened at the sight of Batman.

The nurse and Doctor exit the room, leaving you and Nanami alone together. You blush as you get a closer look at the firefighter, his chiseled features more prominent up close.

you drool at the expanse of his chest—the same area Batman was kneading like it was some kind of bread dough—and the way the fabric of his shirt hugged him so perfectly you just wanted to liiiiick-

You mentally curse your brain as well as Nanami's perfect cheekbones and his perfect abs and his perfect face and his perfect nose, before taking a deep breath as a means to settle your nerves.

"how are your arms?" He then asks, setting Batman down onto your lap. The cat nuzzles its head into your stomach, circling the spot on your lap before settling down in a comfortable position and closing his eyes.

"They're fine. The pain has gone away somewhat after the nurse took the bandages off."

"Well I'm glad you're okay," He pauses, looking at an empty corner of the room before adding, "I'm glad I was at least able to save you."

You look at him curiously while absentmindedly petting the cat, "What do you mean?"

"A friend of mine. He-" Nanami exhales deeply. "He was one of the people who died. In the fire."

Your eyes widen, concern and for some reason, guilt, written over your face. "I'm...I'm so sorry," you mumble, voice just above a whisper.

"Dont apologize. It's not your fault," Nanami's let's out a forced laugh as a means to lighten the situation. "I just wish I could have gone back to him. I heard him call my name and I- you were in my arms and-" he rambled.

You could see the grief in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, and his pupils trained one singular speck on the floor. The corner of his lips were down turned, anger and sadness evident on his face.

He looks up at you for a moment, and you expect him to be angry at you.

You expected him to feel some kind of grudge against you because you were the reason he couldn't go back for his friend. Yeah, he was doing his job and that job was to save you, but you would understand where he's coming from if he was even a little bit angry at you.

To your surprise, his features are soft. He looked at you like some sort of angel. Like you were an abstract painting he was observing—wanting to criticize it but having nothing to criticize because there was something about it that drew him in.

Something about you gave him a feeling he's only felt once in his life, yet this time it was stronger.

He felt some unwavering feeling of protectiveness over you, like he needed to be there if something were to happen.

You didn't know where to look, whether is was his eyes or the bright white colored hospital blankets that made your head hurt if you stared at too long.

You opted on looking at Batman as you stroked and lightly glided your fingertips against the length of the cat's back.

"Hes a nice cat," Nanami says, voice slightly shakey. "The cat I grew up with hated my guts," he chuckles.

You laugh softly with him, "Thank you. I got him at a rescue shelter when he was a baby."

"He's pretty too," Nanami adds. He stares at you for a moment, eyes studying your features like he was trying to figure you out before blurting, "you both are."

Your eyes widen, blushing and taken aback by his bluntness.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, no, its okay,"

"No, that was uncalled for, I'm sorry-"

"Nanami." You snap him out of his spiral, looking him dead in the eyes. "Thank you," you give him a reassuring smile.

Silence.

Nanami clears his throat, and pulls at his collar like it was suffocating him. He let's out a shuddered breath before saying, "I should go."

"Oh, yeah..um," you wished the ground could swallow you whole at this very moment.

"Okay, uh," he wipes his clammy hands on his pants, "bye."

"Bye. Thank you for saving me...by the way," you add.

He nods quickly, bowing slightly in your direction before walking out the room.

You stare at the empty space where Nanami stood, face expressionless, besides the blush that remained on your cheeks.

A longing feeling lingered in your heart, like a thread was being pulled and the farther Nanami walked, the tigher the thread tugged.

After being shaken out of you sleepy haze and looked at him, he looked so familiar even though you've never met him before.

It was almost like it wasn't a coincidence that he was the one to pull you out of your burning apartment. Like he was meant to save you all along.

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"Still thinking about that hot firefighter you couldn't stop drooling over?" Shoko asks, mindlessly playing with the straw of her iced coffee.

"I am not," you say offended, setting a box of miscellaneous items on the floor of your new apartment.

It's been about 3 months since the fire, and since then you've had time to try and get your life back together.

Luckily, your important documents didn't get burned, and you had insurance on most of your valuable items that got damaged.

Despite that, the mental toll the fire took on you was exhausting. You get emotionally attached to your items fairly easily, and it really hurt to see it all gone. Though, you're just happy you and Batman made it out alive.

And that Nanami was the one who saved you.

"You totally are. It's okay, I get it. Firefighters are hot," she shrugs. "I'd fall in love with my savior too."

"Um, I'm sorry but you're not even helping me so I don't want to hear your commentary at the moment," you laugh, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"I'm here for emotional support," she smiles.

You roll your eyes, before walking to close the front door and lock it.

You sigh, leaning back against the door and looking at the few boxes of items you had remaining from the fire.

Batman walked over to you, running and weaving his body around your legs, purring when you bend down to lift him into your arms.

"Y'good? Need me to stay the night?" Shoko walks over to you, sliding next to you on the door and resting her head on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll be good," you say softly, resting your head atop hers and sitting there in silence with your two favorite people.

Shoko and Batman were the only ones who were really there for you after the fire. With Batman being the ever helpful emotional support—and by that I mean mandatory mid-day cuddle sessions for his enjoyment more than yours—and Shoko giving you a place to stay while you tried to get your shit together.

She was there for you as you cried while being on hold for hours on end with your insurance company, always offering you coffee and snacks that she would eat before you took even two bites.

She drove you back and forth to the hospital for your follow up appointments even when you insisted you could drive yourself.

She even came with you to Batman's vet appointments, whispering to you in the corner about the hot veterinarian who was giving Batman an X-ray scan of his lungs.

You don't even know where you'd be right now if it wasn't for her.

What you couldn't stand though was her neverending teasing about Nanami.

"Y'know, his job is literally like 10 minutes away. You could go visit and say you need some water." She suggested one day while you were boiling ramen.

"You want me to walk into a fire station and ask for water?" You look at her like she's gone crazy.

"Yeah. It's a fire station. Why wouldn't they have water?" She looks at you back with the same face you gave her.

You both stare at eachother in silence, a blank expression on either of your faces before bursting out in laughter.

In all honesty, you have been thinking about him. You blamed it on the fact that he saved your life and it was normal for one to have some kind of emotional attachment to their savior—but for some reason this felt different.

You decided to go to a bar that night alone, needing some time to clear your head after enduring the headache inducing hold music of your insurance company and over the phone pettiness with your old apartments leasing office.

You needed air. Not just from the apartment, but from the weight of everything that still lingered.

Shoko had a night shift at the clinic she recently started working at so unfortunately she couldn't accompany you. But you weren't bummed. Having some time alone was what you needed.

You entered the dimly lit bar smelling of cigarettes and alcohol and grimey old men, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor with every step.

"Welcome in," the bartender greets you with a nod, a drying rag slung off his shoulder and a welcoming smile on his face.

"Hey," you smile, sitting down on an empty stool.

"What can I get'cha today?" He asks while pouring a whiskey for the man sitting beside you, back turned.

"Um..." your eyes graze the menu for any new drinks that piqued your interest but finding none. "I'll just have an espresso martini," you decide.

The bartender nods, turning to prepare your drink while you pull out your purse.

"Long day?" The bartender asks, a lazy smirk gracing his features.

You chuckle, "how'd you know?"

"Y'looked tense when you walked in s'all," he says, folding up his sleeves, revealing his dark tattoos trailing along his forearms, before pouring the contents of your drink into the cocktail shaker.

You have to admit, he was hot. With the way he ran his fingers through his messy pink hair, his arms flexing with every movement was absolutely criminal.

They kind of reminded you of Nanami's arms if you were being completely honest, just decorated with tattoos.

Unfortunately, your plans today did not consist of flirting with the bartender so you took your drink without another word, mindlessly sipping while watching whatever sports game was playing on the TV above the bar.

You were about to ask the bartend for a water when someone tapped your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly at the unexpected contact.

You look at the mysterious person, your eyes squinting as your vision adjusts from the bright TV screen to the dim room, to reveal...Nanami?

"Hey, Y/n, right?" He slides into the spot next to you, legs spread and one hand holding a glass of whiskey.

You sputter, eyes wide and darting all over his face. Suddenly the world feels like its slowed down and the air gets too thick to breath.

There he was, in the flesh.

He was wearing a simple black shirt and dark wash jeans, and his hair was slicked back this time. He looked at you then, his eyes soft and so familiar even though you've only met him one other time.

Well, that's if you're not counting your dream encounters.

"Nanami," you say surprised. "Hey," you attempt to smile at him in hope that it masks your internal panic.

"What brings you here?" He sets his glass down, scooting himself closer so your knees were practically touching. He leans an arm on the counter, his muscles bulging inside the fabric of his t-shirt as he fixes all his attention on you.

"Uh just, y'know. Needed to clear my head," you say, tracing your finger along the rim of your martini glass.

"Yeah," he nods in understanding.

"How are you doing? After...everything?" He asks.

"I'm actually doing really good," you smile warmly at him. "I just moved into my new apartment, actually."

"Really? That's really great, Y/n," he brings a hand up to squeeze your arm, ever so gently, and God, this man was going to be the death of you.

You guys ended up talking for, you don't even know how long, about the most random things. He told you about his experiences of being a firefighter and you told him silly stories about Batman, as well as what you did for work and why you were convinced chickens were aliens under disguise.

The process of you explaining that logic to him is to be unspoken of, because quite frankly you didn't understand it either.

All you knew is that chicken = alien.

Nanami gave you a concerned look after that, ultimately making you shut up.

"Hey, do you want to get out of here? To somewhere more quiet?" He asks, leaning in closer so you could hear him better over the loud talking. The smell of his cologne made you dizzy, causing you mind to drift to places it shouldnt be.

You ended up agreeing and found yourself in Nanami's apartment.

It was tidy, too tidy almost, save a few books scattered on the coffee table and an empty tea mug with "World's Best Firefighter" printed on the side that he quickly washed and put away before you even noticed it was there.

"Red or white?" He asks.

"Huh?" You look at him confused.

"Red, or white," he repeats, smiling at your confused expression.

"Red or...white?" His question was not processing through your head.

"Red or white wine, silly," he chuckles.

"Oh, red please," you laugh nervously from your spot on his couch.

He walks over, handing you your glass and setting his own down on the coffee table. He grabs the remote to his tv, turning it on and putting on a 6 Hour [NO ADS] [NO MUSIC] Crackling Fireplace on YouTube.

You try your best to suppress your laughter, really, but you couldnt help but giggle at his choice of ambiance.

"what?" He laughs. "Is there a problem?"

"No, no," you giggle. "It's nothing," you say while sipping your wine.

He playfully rolls his eyes, setting the remote down and taking a place next to you on the couch. The smell of his colonel fills your senses, the spicy notes harmonizing perfectly with the sweet scent of your perfume.

Nanami clears his throat, swirling his glass, voice steady, "you know, fire doesn't really burn from the flames themselves."

He glances at you, gazing into your eyes and lingering for just a second too long, "Its the fumes in the air that causes it to ignite."

You were caught off guard, slightly amused nonetheless, "thats... cool," you laugh into your cup.

"I learned it in firefighter school," he says, leaning back and man spreading right next to you, one hand holding his wine and the other resting behind your seat.

"Firefighter school, huh?"

He laughs, "yes, firefighter school."

Nanami leans towards you slightly, lips curving in the faintest smile as he brings a hand up to your chin, turning your head to face his.

"I can help but feel—" he pauses, voice low in his throat, "that there's something in the air right now. Don't you?"

Your stomach flips, your heartbeat quickening in more places than one as you swallow, your eyes darting from his lips to his eyes. "Yeah," you say breathless.

He sets his glass down carefully, deliberately, and your chest heaves slightly with his every movement. He turns to you, his head tilting as his eyes flicker to your parted lips,

"I'd say we've poured ourselves quite the situation."

The silence hangs heavy in the room, and at this rate you're almost positive Nanami could hear your pulse beating against your skin.

The crackling sound of the fake fire, and Nanami's close proximity makes it feel like there's an actual fire in the room, and metaphorically speaking, there was.

"Nanami," you whisper, your lips brushing his. His intoxicating scent made you dizzy, and the anticipation made your breath stutter.

"Please," he brings a hand up to cup your face, his thumb soothingly stroking your jaw, "call me Kento."

You stare into his lidded eyes, glossed over with desire.

Heat crept down your spine—every one of Kento's feather light touches sending electricity through your body.

"Tell me to stop," his hand ghosts over your waist, trembling from restraint.

"Don't stop," you whisper.

Slowly, your lips touch his, connecting like they were meant to be together. Every movement of his lips were intentional. Passionate.

Like he had been waiting an eternity for this moment. Like he had been waiting an eternity for you.

He pulls back, your lips separating with a faint, wet, pop!

He brings both hands up to cup your face, his gentle fingers brushing along your cheekbones and his lips less than a millimeter away from yours.

"Tell me you want this," Kento whispers against your lips. "Tell me you want me."

You slide yourself closer, practically laying on top of him at this point, breath heavy, mind foggy, and pussy wet.

"I want you," you breathe, peppering small kisses along his jaw.

His breath hitches, groaning low in his throat.

"Fuck, c'mere," he grabs your waist, pulling you into him before trailing impatient hands down to the sides of your thighs and lifting you up.

You squeal at the abruptness, giggling as he kisses down your neck while walking to what you assume is his bedroom.

You didn't have time to take in your surroundings because in an instant Kento had you on your feet and his lips on yours, backing you up until the back of your legs hit the bed.

His hands rest at your waist, tugging at the hem of your top. "Can I take this off?" He whispers against your lips.

You nod, pawing your eager hands at his shirt as well.

He lifts your shirt over your head, you doing the same to him before resting one hand at the base of your back and another behind your head, gently laying you down on his bed.

Kento situates himself over you, holding himself up with his arms.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He brings a hand up to stroke the side of your cheek, but ends up losing his balance and falling on you.

You let out a yelp, your muffled laughter heard beneath the unmoving heap of muscle that is Nanami.

"Sorry," he laughs sheepishly, lifting himself onto his elbows. "I'm a little tipsy, so don't mind my...uncoordination," he presses his lips together.

You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair, "s'okay, I am too."

"okay," he kisses your cheek, then the column of your throat before trailing down to the valley of your breasts.

"Can I take this off?" He nips at your bra with his lips, kissing around the exposed skin.

You nod, arching your back up to give his hand room as he snakes an arm behind and unclips it.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, mostly to himself before latching his needy lips onto your pert nipple, suckling softly.

"Ken," you say breathless while caressing his head.

He let's go, moving down farther, trailing kiss after kiss, worshipping every inch of your body like it was something sacred.

"what about these?" He asks again, looking into your eyes for consent.

"Yes, please Kento," you impatiently start sliding your bottoms down your legs, causing him to chuckle.

"Eager are we?"

You huffs dramatically, pouting from his teasing.

"Just- just do something already," you half groan half whine.

"Patience is a virtue, darling," he whispers into the skin of your thigh, peppering kisses everywhere but the place you needed him most.

You whine again, making him giggle before hooking a finger under the crotch of your panties and pulling them to the side.

"You can take them- Oh," you moan as he drags his tongue from your puckering hole to your clit.

He lays a kiss on your mound, gazing up at you with those eyes‐ God his eyes, before dipping his tounge deeeeep into your dripping hole.

His frantic tongue licks up and down your pussy, circling your clit and dipping inside you, fucking his tongue in and out until your dizzy.

The soft sensation of his warm tongue practically assaulting your poor clit, causing your body to twitch and squirm with every suck.

His eyes never leave yours, pupils dilated until they're practically black.

He eats like a man starves—like he just discovered the fountain of youth and he cant stop drinking you up.

You cry out at his unwavering ministrations, pulling and pushing at his hair like you wanted him to stop and keep going all at once.

Your body buzzes, partly from the alcohol but mainly from Kento. The alcohol felt like it had no affect on you after you kissed him. It was like you gained new senses and lost them all at once.

You were drunk on pleasure and it seemed Nanami was too with the way he was moaning and groaning against your pussy—the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

You feel your high approaching, that familiar feeling creeping low in your tummy before blossoming into mind numbing pleasure as your voice lets out a broken cry.

He rides you through it, not stopping until you whine and push his head away. He hesitantly unlatched himself from the confines of your legs, peering up at you with those soft eyes.

"Are you okay," he says, voice raspy.

"Are you okay? I practically suffocated you," you giggle.

He laughs and comes back up, hips resting comfortably between your legs and his throbbing length resting right atop your pussy—the only barrier being his jeans.

He dips his head down, his shoulder and arm muscles flexing deliciously as he holds himself up. He kisses your forehead and your nose, smiling at you like he didn't just send you to heaven and back with his tongue.

Your hands trail down to his crotch, tugging at the waistband of his jeans, "d'you want me to-"

"No, you not have to," he gives you a reassuring smile.

"But-"

"No, darling," he brings a finger to your lips, his thumb resting on your bottom lip, pulling it down and releasing. "This is about you tonight."

His warm breath caresses your face as you stare up at each other, the air filled with desire and unspoken words. Unspoken feelings.

Nanami had been running through your mind since the day you saw him in that hospital, him and your cat being the only beam if sunlight in that gloomy room.

You had felt so drawn to him immediately, and the way he was taking care of you right now showed that he must have felt the same.

Kento gives your nose one last kiss before lifting himself off you and reaching into his bedside table drawer, pulling out a square foil packet and holding it between his teeth.

He makes quick work to take off his jeans, and you decide to keep yourself occupied by running your nails up and down his toned abdomen.

The warm, soft feeling of his skin contrasted with the hardness of his muscles so perfectly it made you drool a little. You traced every dent, ever crevice, ever scar until it was practically engraved in your memory.

The sound of foil tearing and hitting the floor reached your ears as you fixed your attention on Kento. Specifically him rolling the condom onto his dick.

Why did he have to make everything look so hot?

"Can I take these off?" He tugs at your panties. Your heart swel and you nod, butterflies filling your tummy as he pulls your panties down you legs and leaves a kiss on your calf.

He returns to his position over you, bringing a hand to cup under your chin. "Spit," he whispers, eyes stuck on your lips.

You spit into his hand, watching as he brings it down to pump his covered cock a few times, and lining himself up with your entrance.

"You okay?" His breaths heavier and eyelids hooded. "Need me to take it slow?"

"No, just need you," you kiss him as he slides in, slowly.

Your jaw goes slack at the stretch. You were able to feel every ridge and vein on his length even through the condom, the warmness comforting the slightly uncomfortable pressure as you adjust to him.

Kento's mouth forms a small 'O' at the feeling, his low groans rumbling deep in your chest.

"Y'ready, baby?" He grunts.

Nodding, bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist. He rests his hand on your thigh, bracing himself as he snaps his hips forward, his movements intentional and precise.

"You feel," he curses under his breath, "so good, oh my-"

You claw at his back as his pace picks up, every thrust getting harder and harder the more Kento chases the pleasure. You angle your hips up to meet his, but he brings his hand down, pinning your hips to the mattress as he fucks deeper, repeated hitting that spot that made you borderline scream.

the scent of sex and lust filled the room, along with the sound of moans and wet slapping skin.

"K-Ken-to, please," you cry

"Please what baby, what do you need?" he moans and buries his head into the crook of your neck, his pace increasing and the bed protests from the growing roughness both of your movements.

"Need to cum," you whine, holding on to Nanami for dear life as he fucks you into oblivion, both of you sliding up the bed with each thrust.

He brings a hand down to rub quick circles on your clit, and if you really paeyed attention you would notice the familiar pattern in his movements. 'K-E-N-T-O' being spelled on your hardened bud.

"Cum for me, darling, please," he begs, his once calm and stoic face contorted in pleasure, the feeling of your weeping hole suffocating him and overloading his senses.

"Fuckk, Ken I'm cumming-" you squeal, your hips attempting to wriggle out of his grasp as your high washes over you.

Your euphoria comes crashing down, white hot pleasure invading your senses and the entire world around you dissapears. Suddenly you cant see or hear anything—you can feel anything except for Kento.

"So fucking beautiful," he watches as your face twists and contorts in pleasure, a sense of pride filling him knowing that he was the one to bring you to that state.

"M"close, darling" he moans, his pace staggered and less consistent. "M'so close," he closes his eyes tight, his groans louder and more broken.

He pulls you in close, holding you tight like if he let go you'd dissapear. Your brain was foggy, Kento being the only thing crossing your mind whatsoever.

he thrusts once, twice, and let's out a deep moan as he thrusts into you one last time, "M'cumming, m'cumming- fuck!"

Kento releases his load into the condom, languidly thrusting his slowly softening length. "Fuck," he breathes.

He lays there on top of you for a moment, taking a second to regain his senses before looking down at you, panic suddenly flooding his face.

"Oh sh- baby are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he scrambles up, scooping your limp figure into his arms as you groan and smile at the same time.

"Ken, m'fine-" you say against his chest but his concern cuts you off.

"I'm sorry I- just I saw you, and the fire- I didn't," he pauses and sighs, "just let me hold you. S'that okay?"

You nod sleepily, basking in the crackling fire sounds emitting from the living room and the secure feeling of being in Kento's arms.

You felt sense of safety being in his arms, and even though you were unconcious as he carried out of your burning apartment complex, it felt so familiar.

You both laid there for a while, time seemingly no longer existant in each others presence.

his warm body tightly pressed to yours was soothing, making your eyelids heavier and heavier. He traces his fingers along the sides of your arms, his touches barely there are you try your best to suppress your laughter—you really do, but it tickled too much and the next thing you knew you were laughing like a maniac and itching at your arm.

"What's so funny?" Kento says between laughter.

"That tickled," you giggle.

"You're ticklish?" he muses, brushing his knuckles against your jaw.

"Everyone is," you snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

"I'm not," he says. You lift your head to stare at him with the most unimpressed expression.

"That's what everyone says."

"What? I'm not."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Your hands slowly creep up his abdomen, stopping right before his armpits.

"Don't even think about it," his eyes darting from your hands to your face.

"Yeah? what are you gonna do?" You smile mischievously and move your hands quickly down to his sides instead of his under arm, catching Kento off guard.

He lets out a choked laugh, snorting and pulling at your arms.

"Stop, okay, okay-" he laugh holding your wrists together.

"Not fair," you pout.

"Oh, poor baby," he coos softly before letting go of your wrists and resting a kiss to your pouting lips.

You melt into the kiss, closing your eyes and sighing as he runs his hands along your waist.

"Stay the night," he whispers, peppering kisses around you face.

"Kento, I dont want to impose-"

"I don't want to be alone tonight," he looks you in the eyes. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning. We can go for lunch or something, I dont know, just," he pauses.

"Stay."

"Okay," you smile, connecting your lips with his once again.

If you told yourself 2 months ago that you'd end up in the Hot Firefighter From the Hospital's bed in less than a few weeks, you'd probably laugh in her face.

You didn't know how things could have possibly ended up like this. You didn't know why it was Nanami who saved you that day, but you're glad it was him.

Maybe you were crazy and completely in over your head, but you could see a future with Nanami. You wanted a future with Nanami.

Kento shifts his position to get more comfortable, stroking your head as you rest in the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight, darling," he presses his lips to the op of your head.

"Goodnight Kento," you whisper before drifing off into a deep slumber.