#moonlightazriel

As the temperatures started to drop, Nanami's sleeping habits also started to change.

It always started small, with his arm on top of yours, or his feet brushing softly against you until he fell asleep. You enjoyed it, since you're always so cold, and he could walk around naked in the snow and he still would be the warmest person ever.

But as the temperatures dropped even further, he started to pull you against him, breathing hot air in your neck all night. His leg would drape across yours, his arms engulfing you until you were nothing more than a confusing mass of flesh, clothes and expensive blankets.

Sometimes you just let him consume you, your bodies almost at the merging point, becoming one being with how close and tight he held you during the night. Not that you would ever complain. But other times his warmth was too overwhelming and you tried to scoot away from him to get some fresh air, just for him to mumble something in his sleep and pull you back to where you were mere seconds ago.

Some mornings, you would wake up with his body on top of yours, you never knew how you even ended up in this situation, but his cheek would be pressed against your chest and the cutest pout would be forming on his lips.

Those mornings, were the ones where you would gently kiss his hair, your hands drawing invisible patterns against his back, while you hugged him. He would stir awake just a few minutes later, those beautiful eyes, still swollen with sleep would look at you with so much love that your heart squeezed in your chest, not knowing how to beat properly again.

"Did you sleep well, my love?" You would ask and he just smiles at you, of course he did. He fell asleep in his wife's arms, the love of his life, there was no better place to fall asleep than there.

"Of course, darling. Did you?" To which you just nod, earning a hum from him and a kiss in between your breasts, right where he could hear your heart beating.

Nanami hated seeing you in distress. No matter what was the cause, a big presentation or something as silly as donating blood, he hated seeing your furrowed brows and the nervous habit of pressing your nails into your palms. He wanted to go over there and pull you by the hand, forcing you to stop just so he can squeeze your much smaller one in between his fingers, to reassure you everything was going to be fine.

But the thing is, Nanami Kento is also a reserved man. Which meant he couldn't simply go over to where you stood in line for the blood donation day you were helping promote at the office and do any of the things he knew would calm you down. Simply because no one knew the two of you were married.

Surely they knew you two we're close, always having lunch together, not knowing that the well crafted bento box was made by your skilled hands. They also knew that the golden ring adorning Nanami's finger meant he was married to someone, but that someone never showed up at the office, not even once. Which made everyone wonder what his mysterious wife looked like. If they only knew they have already met her.

He preferred it that way, not having anyone snooping in his relationship and trying to ruin the perfect routine he created for himself, if they knew about the two of you, the pestering and questions would be constant, and he really wanted to avoid that. So he swallowed hard, opting for nodding your way, trying to express that you could do it.

But he watched as you sat down on the chair, nervously eyeing the big needle, while the nurse prepared to put it in your arm, and his feet moved on its own accord. It looked like you were about to pass out any minute and he knew that you would feel really embarrassed if you did pass out in front of the whole office.

So ever the gentleman, he grabs your free hand, drawing your attention to his face, a warm smile just for you, you watched surprised, as well as everyone else around the two of you, as he pulled your hand to his lips, giving you a comforting kiss. You didn't even felt the needle piercing your skin, you didn't feel anything with how fast your heart were beating right now.

He held your hand during the whole procedure, ignoring the stares and whispers of his colleagues, only focusing on keeping you calm enough to endure the donation, he knew that you were so kind that you were willing to put your wellbeing aside to help others, that's why he wanted you to know that he appreciated that. So when the nurse finished, handing you a juice box, he helped you up, one hand still holding yours and the other resting in your waist.

"I'm so proud of you honey, for organizing this whole campaign and for donating it yourself, despite your fear. But please, next time choose something that doesn't terrify you this much." He whispered in your ear, kissing your hair in the process.

Sukuna scoffed as he eyed the message you had sent 20 minutes ago. A simple picture of three boxes stacked up and the words "brought new bookshelves today :)" underneath it.

He expected you to ask him to build them up for you, but the three dots never appeared and you had just seen the "👍🏻" he replied. Going radio silent ever since. So he sneeared and as the good boyfriend he knows he can be, he put his toolbox in the backseat and drove to your house.

Even if he would rather die than admit, he enjoyed doing things for you. Knowing he's there to take care of things for you when you couldn't do them, filled his chest with male pride.

So he drove to your place, he was already going to spend the weekend there anyway, he could use it as an excuse to build those damned shelves for you. When he parked in front of your building, he grabbed the box and his bag. Walking silently to the elevator, ignoring the girls staring at him with heart eyes in the hall.

Your hands grab the pole angrily, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and silent rage. You stand in the subway, wanting to be home as soon as possible, to be in his arms. The only place that made you truly feel safe.

Nanami knew something was wrong the second you stepped inside your home, as quietly as possible, leaving your shoes by the door and sneaking towards your bedroom. The same routine you did whenever you got upset.

He ran a hand over his face, worry starting to sit in his guts at the thought of something or someone disturbing you. So in long strides he crossed the hallway, trying to get to you as fast as he could.

He could hear your sniffles even above the sound of the running water. Gently knocking on the door before pushing it open, finding you sitting on the floor, knees to your chest while you cried. The disgusting words of the man on your way home still ringing in your head.

"What happened, darling?" His sweet voice sounded, and you cried harder, sobbing at the sight of him. That was all he needed to know before stepping inside the shower, his clothes immediately getting wet. He sat by your side, pulling you to his chest, slowly playing with your hair as you cried your distress away.

"A man after work." You hiccuped. "He followed me..." His jaw tensed. "Said so many horrible things, I feel awful." He felt rigid at your confession, wanting to go and find the man who dared disrespect you so much.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." It was all he could muster, his whole body shaking with anger and guilt for not being with you every second of his day, just so you would never endure something like that again.

He allowed you to cry until your face was puffy and you felt heavy with sleep, carrying you to bed after you changed to comfortable clothes, his shirt reaching the middle of your thighs. He stayed with you, awake, his mind swirling with ideas.

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You unsurely eyed the exit, dreading to find the same man again, but to your surprise, another man waited for you. A bouquet of flowers dangling from his fingers and a warm smile plastered on his face.

"Let's go home, darling." Kento said as you approached him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. He handed you the flowers and all you could do was smile at him.

"I love you so much." He held your hand.

"And I love you too." He replied, keeping you close as you walked towards the subway.

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"I feel horrible" you hiccup, fat tears streaming down your face as you struggle to breath against Sukuna's hard chest.

"You're not." But his reply is muffled out by your sobbing getting more hysterical, he's trying to be helpful, he truly is, but he's also a practical men, so he spits the first thought that crosses his mind. "Are you thinking about cheating on me?" You stop mid sob, your puffy eyes turning to look at him in disbelief, what the hell!?

"No?" You reply unsurely.

"Are you seeing other people?" He asks again, making you even more confused.

"What? No!" You protest, your crying stopping to try and understand his nonsense.

"Then why do you want to be seen as pretty? I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world and that's enough." You raise your eyebrows, being shoved against his chest once more as his large hand rubs your back reassuringly.

"Ok!" You muttered to yourself, the strange thought setting a weird relief in your chest, if he thought you were pretty, you guess it could be happy with that for now. He kissed the top of your hair.

It started with small smiles towards Azriel, blushing under his intense gaze. And as he seemed to reciprocate those stolen moments she allowed herself, she grew more confident.

"Your hair looks nice today, Azriel " She said to him one day, which caught the ever so alert Shadowsinger off guard.

He would blush as she complimented him more and more every day, noticing small details about him that she could bring up, just to see that bright smile of his.

And then the gifts, small flower bouquets every now and then or sliding a note to his pocket, a sweet poem she wrote late at night while she thought of him.

Azriel found it so amusing, how she was always shy around others, but to him, she was opening up, coming out of her shell just to show him how much she appreciated him. He loved how she would give the flowers to him, mumbling something about thinking he would like them, not really looking at him in the eyes, just adorable.

Until one day, randomly at the training ring, he appeared with a bouquet in between his scarred fingers, approaching her, handing her the flowers in front of everyone, she could barely lift her head.

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"With love and friendship, everything is possible." The glittery character spoke, making Sukuna internally groan. This was the third time the brat insisted on watching that damned movie, and to his dismay, you agreed. Like you always did with him, giving into his every wants and random whims like a fucking genie in a bottle.

"Stop it." You muttered playfully, watching him from the corner of your eyes. Yuuji was slouched in your chest, tiny bright eyes blinking slowly as sleep carefully wrapped him in its warm embrace. Your hands combed through the toddler's pink hair in a soothing motion.

Of course the little gremlin was tired, Sukuna thought to himself. He had run every centimeter of your garden the entire evening, inventing stories of princesses in distress and brave warriors that fought ugly monsters to save you. He had played along with the two of you, mastering the role of a dangerous monster who threatened to eat you alive. Until a harsh slap directly to his private parts that send him stumbling down, groaning in pain. Giving the perfect opportunity to Yuuji run past him and direct to you.

"I defeated you!" He proudly screamed, arms wrapped around your legs, sticking his tongue out at him. Jin owed him one, a real big one.

After taking the boy inside, you had checked up on him, giving a quick kiss on the lips and promising to compensate him for that. And that was his biggest reward, watching as Yuuji took every bit of space close to you as he could, going as far as sticking his smelly feet in his direction to prevent Sukuna from coming any closer to you.

As you watched Yuuji's eyes close, kissing his forehead, he jolted awake at the same moment, fetching a wrinkly piece of paper and giving it to you with a big smile.

"One day, when I'm big like uncle Sukuna. I'm going to marry you." The baby said, and as you unfolded the paper, you saw a messy bouquet drawn with a splash of vibrant colors and capry sun.

"Oh baby, thank you." You said, kissing all over his hair, making him giggle harder. "But it's time to go to bed." You winked at the boy and your boyfriend saw the opportunity to have a man to man conversation with Yuuji, simmering with silly jealousy of the attention that was supposed to go to him all day, he lifted himself up, scooping Yuuji along with him.

"I'll put him down." You smiled unsurely, as it sounded more like a threat than anything else. You watched as they left, going after them to go get yourself ready to bed, stopping mid hallway to hear the hushed whispers shared between the two.

"You're not going to marry her, she's mine!" He felt ridiculous saying that, but he wouldn't lose to a child. "If someone's marrying her, that's me. Go get your own wife and stop trying to steal mine with your cute pout."

"She loves me more." The toddler sassly replied and Sukuna hissed.

"Don't you dare say that ever again, or the monster under the bed will get you." He kicked something underneath, making his message clear. "Goodnight brat." He smirked and Yuuji pouted, drifting to sleep right after.

"You're really fighting a toddler over me?" You asked as he pushed the door to your bedroom close. A playful smile graced your beautiful face.

"You heard?" He dryly asked.

"Every single bit." You laughed.

"Fuck!" You curse as you eye the window and the pouring rain falling outside.

Five more minutes until the day was over at the office and you had to walk in that weather. It was a beautiful sunny day when you woke up, and the office was just 25 minutes away from your house, so why not walk there?

The answer to your thoughts roared and shook the whole building as another thunder struck outside, making you groan and jump slightly in your seat. You tapped your nails nervously against the wood of your desk, debating if you should ask your husband for a ride, even if he worked on the other side of the town or if you would face the thunderstorm and walk back home.

Nanami wouldn't mind, of course he would never, but 5 years into the marriage and you still didn't wanted to burden him with your problems, especially when that same morning he had looked at you from above his newspaper and asked if you really wanted to walk.

"The news said it's going to rain." He had commented, to which you just dismissed his worry with a gentle smile. Walking through the door before he could say anything else.

You stood with your belongings in hand, people ran to their cars or walked with their umbrellas, perfectly dry and you sucked in a breath, feeling your whole body get soaked as you stepped into the rain with an unpleasant expression.

You cursed internally as you walked for a good amount of time, two minutes to be precise before a car honked next to you. You looked to the side, thanking god for your observing and thoughtful husband as he smiled at you. His best "I told you so." smile as he watched you climb beside him. The car seat immediately gets wet from your clothes.

"How was your day, darling?" Nanami started and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't start." He laughed, turning the heating to the max, you hummed in contentment.

The drive to your house wasn't long, but comfortable enough in the warmth and the kind presence of your husband. He watched you run to your house, forgetting your things in the backseat and rushing to have the hottest shower you could. You heard words being exchanged in the living room, and when you stepped out, warm clothes and fluffy socks, Nanami was closing the door.

"Who was that?" You asked curiously.

"The delivery guy." He simply answered. You watched him as he moved, moving to sit at the couch, tapping the spot by his side, to which you happily jumped. He covered you both with a thick blanket, passing you one of the bowls.

"Soup??" You excitedly asked and he smiled at you.

"Of course, I knew my stubborn wife was going to walk in the rain, so I left the university earlier and ordered two bowls of her favorite soup so she wouldn't get sick." You almost giggled and screamed at him for being so attentive.

"I would be lost without you." You smelled the soup and as always, smelled divine.