you had been shuffling in your living room the entire night. you had been waiting for your dear husband nanami the entire morning after he was set out to fight with the academy in shibuya. you both knew it meant life or death and nanami was prepared for the worst except you.

you knew what being in a relationship with a sorcerer entailed yet you continued to bury the dreadful thoughts away, hoping that he’d come home in one piece. each step you took across the room only added to the weight on your shoulders. each time the clock on the wall ticked, it grew louder and louder.

your cries were no different. sometimes you’d break down believing that he’s gone and never to return. other times you were positive he’d come home, may not like he did every other day, but just back. you had been on the couch, legs pressed tightly against your chest when you heard the clack of the front door.

you whipped your head to the sound and legs and quickly ran to the front door. the door closes and you can see the familiar silhouette of your husband. nanami catches your form and his mouth opens to speak those words, but he closes it when you carefully shuffle closer, taking cautious steps as if he were physically here.

and when you do get an arms away from him, gasp when a hand rests on his chest. you don’t notice the wince that escapes nanami’s lips because you’re stepping back and taking a careful look from the tips of his toes to his head. his face.

“oh my…” you were so shocked to even finish the last of your sentence when your eyes catch onto the white bandage wrapped around his left eye. even in the dark room, you can see the white cloth is soaking in blood and you can only know what was hiding underneath. if there was anything.

your palms clasp over your mouth and a suffocating sob begins to rack through your body. your feet unconsciously take steps back before falling to your knees. nanami can’t help and watch hopelessly, but he carefully approaches you before halting when you flinch.

“i’m sorry.” you manage to say between your sobs. nanami doesn’t blame you. you were an ordinary person with an ordinary nine to five job that never experienced what he had. therefore, you were expecting the burnt flesh that had melted into his skin. honestly, you were scared.

you didn’t know how to look at him without being overwhelmed with pain and dread. you heard you name being called softly, but strained in an horse voice. you blinked, eyes catching the person before you. nanami had been sitting on the floor, patiently waiting for you. he offers you the faintest smile and the tightening of your chest makes you wince.

“may i touch you?” his question is kind and steady, and you can’t help but let the next wave of sobs escape you as your shuffle off your legs and throw yourself at your awaiting husband. nanami lets out a loud groan, but he swallows it and lets his arms come securely around your body.

he could handle the pain, especially if it was for you. in the small foyer, your sobs are the only thing that it heard and nanami comforts you through that, holding you close and tightly. occasionally, you’d let out unidentifiable babbles that were slurred with your cries. each time nanami can’t help but smile.

“y–you! i–i thought you...died!” you cried, tightly unbearably tighter.

“i’m here now aren’t i?” nanami tells you, hand coming to the back of your head. that only draws out another sob. but when you do finally settle your sobs and you’ve eventually tired yourself out to the point of passing out, a breath draws out of nanami’s lips, eye shutting closed as he holds you.

“i’m here. i’m here.”

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“good morning, i have a mail notice for kyotani kentaro.” your voice carries and when you look up from the piece of paper in hand, you meet eyes with the receiver. kentaro doesn’t know what overtook him when he captured your eyes. his breath stopped in his throat.

“um, are you kyotani kentaro?” you inquired. your voice is honey and he feels like it’s so sweet. kentaro’s mouth opens and closes before clearing his throat and snaps from his daze.

“y-yeah.” his voice is hoarse from morning dehydration and he’s a bit embarrassed by it, but he’s thankful when you dismiss it with a chuckle and proceed to read the inquiries and notices from the possible missing mail that he was supposed to receive. he steals glances once and a while, and whilst you read the page, you glance at the book in his hand. you’re about to mention it when the boy excuses himself.

“um, the kettle.” he says and quickly dismisses himself. in the kitchen, he’s grumbling under his breath and cursing at himself for acting so stupid in front of someone as beautiful as you. he was about to make a cup of coffee for you but decides against it because it’d be too hot and you might have to be somewhere right away.

and so the artist quickly fills a cup of juice and heads back to the door where you stand with your hands in front of you. you meet eyes and smile brightly. kentaro looks away at the sight and hopes that you don’t see the flush in his cheeks.

“i–uh, it’s juice. you can drink it if you want.” he says, clearing his throat.

“oh! thank you so much, you really didn’t have to.” you greatly accept the glass of juice and down the liquid quickly, handing it back to him.

“but that’s all. you can pick up your packages and mail at the post office by next thursday.” you inform.

“yeah, thanks.”

“have a good day!” you dismiss yourself and kentaro nods, stupidly bringing his hand up in an awkward and stiff wave. when you’re out of sight he scowls and curses at himself for the stiff wave.

“what the hell was that?” as soon as he settles back on the floor with his book, an idea quickly strikes him and he shuffles from his place stumbling over his feet as he makes way to his room and to his desk. atop the desk is his open sketchbook, pencil and supplies messily displayed around it.

stumbling onto his chair, he grabs the nearest pencil and hovers over his book. the tip of the pencil barely touches the surface of the paper when the spark suddenly dies. frustration quickly consumes him and a growl leaves his throat.

“fucking hell.” he drops the pencil and the palms of his hands find their way to his face, running it up and down angrily.

the next few days, kentaro finds himself back in the corner bookshop, eyes scanning the poems section. thankfully he’s the only one in the store so he doesn't have to make awkward eye contact or interactions. in the midst of reading a book, the jingle of the door echoes the small shop and kentaro can’t help but look over to see the new customer.

he does a double take when he finds you in casual clothes away from your uniform. when you do make eye contact with him, you take a second to recognize the boy from a few days back and your brows raise in familiarity.

“oh, kyotani, right?” you say.

“yeah. that’s me.” the one in question shrugs dumbly.

“i didn’t expect to find you here, what are you looking for?” you gesture to the book he’s holding.

“uh, just books.” he shrugs, glancing down at the book in hand.

“nice.” you giggle at his awkwardness. “hey, uh, do you have time? i would like to treat you to a drink, since you offered me that juice the other day.” kentaro couldn’t believe what he was hearing. was he hearing right? you wanted to buy him a drink?

“no, it’s fine–”

“come on, it’ll be super quick.” you say, palms coming together, and he really can’t say no can he?

“yeah, sure.” you quickly purchase the book you were looking for and eventually you two are walking out of the shop and down the street. surprisingly, you guys get along quickly–albeit it was pretty one sided with you asking most of the question and talking–but he was fine with that because he loved listening to your voice.

it was soothing and entertaining to listen to you. you were expressive and always had a lot of fun things to say. kentaro had said something particularly funny that had you literally laughing out loud, that your palm hand had made its way to his shoulder, holding it as you giggled.

what you hadn’t noticed is how the boy tensed up at your touch, heart aching and pumping miles an hour. when you had realized that kentaro had not joined in your little laugh session, you find that he’s tense and awkward. quickly you realize that your hand is on him.

“oh! oh my gosh, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to touch you.” you say apologetically. kentaro opened his mouth to say otherwise, but you’re quick to beat him to it.

“i uh, i actually have a lecture to attend. so, raincheck on the drink, okay?” you leave as quickly as your words leave past your lips, and kentaro hopelessly watches you turn on your heels and walk the opposite direction.

kentaro goes home that night and sits at his desk, hovering over the blank sheet of paper, tip of pencil always barely at the surface before it's dropped and a groan leaves him. when he does make a sketch, it’s useless and he finds no spark in following through. it’s an endless cycle into the night and until the sun rises. there are crumpled pieces of paper on the floor behind him.

kentaro’s back aches from the slouched position that carried on for hours. his eyes sting and are dry from the lack of sleep. but he’s finally found it. he finally finished a piece and was pretty satisfied with it. he’s made various sketches and freestanding ones before settling with one. in the next encounter with you, he’d give it to you. his muse.

the next time you meet, it’s on campus. kentaro remembers the sketch that’s securely in between the layers of his leather jacket and he begins to approach you, but he comes to a complete halt when he finds an unfamiliar face approaching you.

their arms wrap around your shoulders and bring you in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. your smile is so bright and loving as you look up at your partner. kentaro clenches his fists and shuts his eyes before turning on his heels and heading back home.

you looked behind you having sensed a piercing gaze, and scan the students around the campus to not find the source.

“something wrong?” your partner had asked. you turn back and give them a reassuring smile.

“no, it’s nothing.”

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bakugou had no clue and you wanted to keep it that way, with the exception of telling his closest friends about your arrival. kirishima and mina had picked you up at the airport and greeted you with as much enthusiasm as you. the drive to bakugou’s place was just as lively with the two catching up with the pro-hero and his career.

“he’s gonna be stoked!” kirishima grinned. as soon as you stepped foot in the blonde’s apartment, you are greeted with the rest of his old high school classmates and even some unfamiliar faces, some of which you assumed were coworkers. the flat is already decorated with streamers and a banner lined against the wall with balloons attached to the table or stray ones roaming on the ground. bakugou was definitely not going to like the clean up process.

“he’s down the block!” mina calls, having checked her notification on her phone. that’s the cue for the lights to go off and everyone to get into their respective positions; behind the couch, in the kitchen, under the table. there’s a minute of silence until the electronic keypad is being entered and the click and open of the door welcomes the cool breeze from the night. as soon as the lights turn on, a chorus of,

“happy birthday!” rang in the tiny flat. the response is a pair of widened eyes and a stiff body which is thrown around by friends and coworkers, greeting the blonde with an excited birthday wish. as soon as it calmed down, bakugou glared at the ones that decided to through the silly surprise.

“why in my house?” he grumbled. he was already having a bad day with so many papers to fill out and his boss getting on his ass. and most importantly, he wouldn’t be able to spend his birthday celebrating with you.

“wait, wait, wait, bakugou.” kirishima chuckles. “close your eyes, we have one more thing!” the blonde looks at the red head incredulously but relents and closes his eyes. kirishima and kaminari quickly take you out from the group of bodies and situate yourself just a few feet in front of your boyfriend.

“okay, open them!” and when bakugou does, his eyes are quick to meet yours. his brain does short circuits and blinks at you.

“happy birthday!” you say amidst the now silent room. it’s followed by an awkward silence, but you’re surprisingly scooped into a warm embrace and the tension melts away instantly.

“what the hell are you doing here?” bakugou uttered against your sweater, taking in that familiar scent he missed dearly.

“well, i heard it was a special day for a special someone today, so i couldn’t miss out.” you shake your head and giggle when you feel him squeeze you tighter making you do the same.

“god, i missed you so much.”

“and i missed you too.” you smiled, letting your fingers run through his soft locks.

“happy birthday, katsuki.”

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“are you testing me right now, sukuna? because my height doesn’t affect my ability to snap a person’s neck! and you’ll be the first!”

“yeah, yeah, keep saying that.” the taller student said, sighing as he begins to make his way down the hall.

“oi! you bastard! come back here you son of a bitch!” you step back and make a dash for him but he’s already way ahead of you. already running down the hall with a huge grin on his face.

“catch me if you can, little mouse!”

“little mouse?!” you screech.

“ohoho, now you’re a little crow!”

“son of a—!”

“y/n! sukuna!” the booming voice of your homeroom teacher makes you halt, freezing in place as you see your teacher stomp towards you both, arms crossed on his chest.

“both of you are cleaning the classrooms after school!” you groan and glare at sukuna who only smirks, childishly sticking his tongue out. and that’s what led you two to where you are now.

“this is your fault.” you grumbled, dragging the mop against the floor.

“ha? you’re the one that wanted to ‘fight’. me” sukuna rolled his eyes. “and chased after me.” you clenched the mop tighter and grumbled. he was right but your stubborn personality refused to let him admit it. sukuna knew you and chuckled before the pink haired boy walked beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“come on, don’t be like that~” he cooed. “i’ll let you flick my forehead~!” you glance up at him hopefully, a grin beginning to form on your lips.

“if you can reach!” and your face completely morphs into i’m disgust opting to clench tightly into the sweeper and use it as your weapon. sukuna laughs aloud and let’s go of you, quickly rushing away from you. but you’re quick to raise it and chase after him.

“i’ll fucking kill you, ryomen sukuna!”

“try your best, little mouse~!”

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“are you and y/n dating?” yuuji had asked one day. the four of you had been training when the two boys had gone to get drinks from the vending machines. megumi glanced at the pink haired boy as he pressed a button on the machine.

“no.” he simply replied. “are you interested in her?”

“no, no.” the former waved his hands. “i just thought so because you guys are always together.”

“we aren’t dating.” you two had said. on the other hand, kugisaki had asked you the same question.

“hah?” she drew out in disbelief. “there is no way. you guys are always together! you don’t even have a speck of feelings for him?” you pick at the edges of your sweater and shrug. did you even think of megumi that way? well, he may appear cold, but he has his ways of concern. like when he catches you before you fell down those stairs one day, or when he brings you your favorite snacks when you’re not well, or taking care of you when you’re ill…

the next thing you knew, your face had flushed and burned red.

“you do!” kugisaki pointed out and laughed out loud. you could die. you hid your head in the palms of your hands and cringed. this can’t be.

“what’s so funny, kugisaki?” yuuji’s voice says. the voice suddenly made you shoot your head up knowing if the pink haired boy was there, then an all too familiar spikey haired boy would be back too. your eyes effortlessly fall onto megumi’s who looks back in concern.

“you’re red. are you alright?” he asked. if your face could feel any hotter, it could.

“she’s fine! she just overdid training!” kugisaki lied through her teeth whilst attempting to hold back her laughter and patting your back.

“well, you can sit this one out until you feel better.” megumi offers and you nod dumbly. you just dug your own grave. with your feelings now surfaced, you can’t do anything except keep your newfound feelings locked tightly in your heart. megumi doesn’t need to know about them. however, that’s beginning to get difficult when you’ve gotten yourself in situations where megumi was always there to catch you before you fell.

“you’ve really been out of it, y/n. are you sure you’re okay?” he had asked. you had just bumped your head against the wall when you found megumi walking down the opposite side of the hall and you had abruptly turned around to avoid him, but ended up hitting your head on the wall.

“i’m fine.” you shake your head, holding the cool ice pack against your head.

“i don’t think so, you’ve been spacing out a lot lately and i’m worried about you.” the words fall so effortlessly from his lips and you clench your eyes closed, feeling how your heart begins to race erratically.

“i’m fine, megumi. really.” you assured, looking up at him and giving him your best grin. megumi does not believe you, but he lets you be and withdraws back in the chair.

“what about you? how are you holding up on training with kugisaki?” you ask this time to settle your nerves. a small groan leaves the other’s lips and you can’t help but chuckle.

“that bad huh?”

“it’s not that.” megumi starts. “she always tries to find a way to ask if you and i are dating. clearly, we’re not but she’s persistent. it’s worse because itadori is also asking.” your heart clenches a little at his words, but you swallow it down to the pit of your stomach. is it really that bad?

“i mean we can just say that we are dating, but we actually aren’t. like you know, fake dating. kind of?” the boy looks at you with a small tilt of his head.

“why?” you begin to get anxious and clear your throat, looking behind him to prepare what to say next.

“w-well it’s going to get awkward between us if they keep asking, right? i mean they’ll probably stop pestering us?” you reason hopefully. megumi is silent and you’re beginning to regret your offer.

“i-i mean it’s only a thought, it’s not that we have to follow–”

“no. i think that’ll be a good idea. they’ll definitely stop asking.” he nods. “let’s do it.”

“y-yeah.” and when you guys told kugisaki and yuuji that you two were ‘dating,’ they had sighed in relief claiming that they ‘knew it’ and you two were ‘just hiding it.’ you chuckled awkwardly and nodded along.

fortunately, the plan did work and kugisaki and yuuji had stopped bothering you guys about your relationship. on the other hand, you can’t help but notice the tense awkwardness between you and megumi whenever you two were alone together. maybe it wasn’t a good idea after all.

you’re in kugisaki’s room for another of your group to get together to down all kinds of junk food and watch corny horror movies. after getting tired of movies, you’re all on the bed and chatting away–more like kugisaki and yuuji are chatting your ears off. and you’re not sure how the conversation was directed at you and megumi’s relationship. if you even want to call it that.

“what do you mean?” you looked at the orange head skeptically.

“kiss! i meant kiss! have you guys even kissed yet?” the question hangs in the air and you can feel the spiked boy behind you tense, shuffling his legs. you avoid the prying eyes and clear your throat. what the hell were you guys going to respond to that? the silent response makes nobara and itadori’s jaws drop.

“no way!” they both exclaim, gasping and covering their mouths ever so dramatically.

“you guys dated this long and you haven’t even kissed once?” itadori inquired, brows raised in shock. you utter something that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“what was that, y/n?”

“we weren’t even dating in the first place.” silence consumes the room before it erupts into sounds of gasps and an uproar of shouts.

“what?!”

“no way! why did you lie?!” kugisaki voiced offensively.

“you guys were so insistent that we were dating, but we really weren’t. so, we just pretended to date so you guys would stop asking.” you say. kugisaki and yuuji don’t say anything and their eyes glance at megumi who seems to find a strange liking in picking at the edges of his sweatpants. the two glance at each other and settle back onto the bed.

“we didn’t mean to have forced anything on you two.” kugisaki said, gentle and a little guilty because it seemed like the two of you were on the brink of something that she did not want to happen. you weren’t able to respond when you feel megumi shuffle behind you and off the bed.

“i’m tired. i’m just. gonna go sleep.” megumi muttered, hand rubbing his neck and eyes refusing to meet anyone’s. he cleared his throat and shuffled out of the room. the room is silent again. two pairs of eyes fall on your slumped frame and when itadori opens his mouth to say something, he’s cut off with yours.

“i’m tired too. i’ll see you guys tomorrow.” and you, too, leave the room without another word. the following days have been the hardest for you. you were foolishly hooked up on your feelings for the spiky haired boy which caused you to fall countless times while training with kugisaki. she knew what got you so up in the clouds and felt guilty for what she put you two through.

“i think you should try confessing just to get it off your chest.” she told you. “trust me, it’ll be awkward at first, but you guys will forget it later. probably even look back and laugh about it.” you take her words into consideration and nod defeatedly.

“yeah, i guess.” was everything going to go back to normal once you do confess? would you guys really look back and laugh about it as part of your silly adolescent life? a heavy sigh leaves your lips.

“speak of the devil.” she grinned and nodded her head to which you followed and looked behind you. it’s megumi. he has a hand in his pocket and the other is rubbing the back of his neck and his eyes are looking to the side.

“may i speak to you, y/n?”

“o-oh. yeah, sure.” you two leave the area and head to the vending machines where you two get your respective drinks for you and your friends. that is until megumi stands to his full height and faces you, making you look at him confused.

“megumi?” you hear him clear his throat and breath out.

“i, uh, i’ve really thought about it over the time we have been apart, and,” he swallows. “i really like you, y/n. i know it’s still awkward between us because of what happened, but i needed to tell you this.” you’re stunned, shocked at what you heard. you couldn’t even process what he said when he started to doubt his words and begin to take them back.

“n-no!” you abruptly say, shaking your head. you swallow whatever was left of you and say those four words of reciprocation, albeit stumbled over them.

“i like you too, megumi.”

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today you and your boyfriend have been cleaning and packing up the small shared bedroom because you’ll be finally moving into a bigger flat. while emptying out bakugou’s closet, you find a small round box of what appears to be a stash of every single note you ever gave him—possibly even from before you two started dating.

“hey, katsuki?” your question is met with a grunt.

“what’s…what’s this?” you’re awestruck, shuffling through the contents of the small box, a smile forming on your lips as your eyes find some of the recent pieces. you’ve spotted one you swear gave him when you were just tiny kids, but you can’t help notice the quality of the note. there was not a single obvious rip or tear. it was as if you had given it to him yesterday.

bakugou turns when you ask, walking over to stand beside you. the moment he eyes the familiar handwritten notes is when the blonde snatched them out of your hand. the pro-hero swiftly turns so his back faces you and shoves the contents back inside.

“katsu–”

“why’re you snooping in my shit?!” he snapped albeit not with a hint of malice. as a matter of fact, you notice the fiery tips of his ears and the beginnings of red creeping up his neck and flushing his cheeks. your smile turns into a grin, but you bite it down.

“katsuki.” you say carefully, but your boyfriend stubbornly keeps his back facing you. “i was just curious, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“i’m not embarrassed!” he bit back.

“come on, katsuki~”

“shut up! and stop digging your nose in my shit!”

“hey! i was helping you pack!”

“yeah, by putting your hands on things that aren’t meant to be touched!” your laugh echoes in the small flat and bakugou isn’t at all happy with what you discovered securely hidden in the back of his closet. he had hoped that you would have never found it. but the cat’s out of the box and he can’t help but feel embarrassed.

but he thinks it’s all worth it when you willingly show so much endless love and warmth everyday. you’re always making his heart beat a little faster with the little silly things you do like give pepper him in kisses “just because,” or beg him to get that little figure in the store you passed on the way home. but most of all, you always knew how he felt and how to comfort him when he’s had a rough day.

unbeknownst to you, bakugou has kept those notes as a keepsake since the first one you gave him. all those years ago. and on days when he’s away for missions, he likes to take some of the pieces and keep them tucked safely in his wallet. before sleeping, bakugou would read each one again and again, always remembering your doting yet nagging voice in the back of his head.

it’s something he’ll treasure until his last breath. they’re what keeps him pushing forward and becoming the best of himself. god, he’s so grateful to have someone like you to greet him with open arms and a tender smile. he swears he’s going to put a ring on you one day.

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“papa, take off your jacket and come with me!” confused, nanami looked over at you to which you shrugged with a grin, and reluctantly he lets her go and slips off his jacket as told. he trails after the girl who brings him to the bathroom and nanami is surprised to see the bath filled with water and bubbles, and an abundance of rubber duckies floating in it.

“hurry and take off your clothes, papa, or the water will get cold!” he watches the little girl run to the side of the tub and pat the edge.

“alright, princess, let me change first, okay?” when the girl nods, nanami heads to the master bedroom where he finds you putting away the newly washed clothes. he shuffles over and leans down to give you a kiss, hands resting on your waist.

“welcome home.” you smiled as he pulled away.

“i’m home.” nanami softly smiles and let’s you go, now rummaging through the drawers to find his swim shorts.

“may i ask why our little girl has drawn me a bath?” he inquired, now stripping off his day clothes. you chuckle and shrug, continuing to put away the clothes.

“she wanted to spoil and pamper you, and why not do so by first drawing you a bath?” a low chuckle is heard. “she’s looking out for her papa.”

“and i’m grateful for that.” nanami voiced. “i’m lucky to have you both.” he added, giving your temple a peck.

“and we’re lucky to have you, too.” you say, patting his down bare chest. “now go before our princess starts getting worried about her knight.” with a final kiss on the lips, nanami makes his way to the bathroom where he finds his daughter’s back facing him whilst sitting on her knees as she plays with the ducks in the water.

“i’m here, princess. what should i do now?” the little girl looks behind her and grins as she stands and points to the shower head.

“let’s clean you, mister!” his brows raised at the sudden formality.

“mister?” nanami chuckled and sits on the small stool. he watches as his daughter takes the shower head and turns on the tap, tiny hands diligently adjusting the water temperature before turning it to her father.

“please close your eyes.” she instructs him and he does, bowing his head and holding his breath as he feels the water splash against his scalp and down his face. nanami can feel her nibble fingers run through his gelled hair to let the water soak it up before moving to spraying his body.

as soon as she turns off the water, she moves to get his bottle of shampoo and squirts a decent amount before lathering it in his damp hair. when she deems finished, the water is back on and she’s spraying his hair.

“did any go in your eyes, papa?” the concerned voice makes him smile.

“no, princess. you’re doing so well, thank you.” the girl smiles and finally turns off the water to move into pouring soap on the loofah. her feet take her behind her father, rubbing the sponge against his back until the soap lathers and spread across his skin. eventually, the girl gives it to his father so he can scrub his front and legs.

“one more time and then you can go into the bath.” nanami’s daughter says, turning on the shower head once more to wash away the white soap. as soon as she’s finished, she puts back the head and points to the tub.

“in you go!” and as told, nanami stands to his full height and shuffles to the bath to carefully lower himself down, sighing as the warm water envelopes his body.

“how does it feel?” his daughter asks, leaning against the edge.

“very nice, baby. thank you.” he smiles, hand coming to pat her head only to be met with a groan.

“ahh! you messed up my hair, papa!” there’s a pout on her lips as her fingers rub through her hair to comb away the droplets of water.

“sorry, sorry.” nanami chuckles.

“well, stay here. i’ll be right back!” and she leaves no room for another word as her little body dashes out of the bathroom and down the hall. breathing out, nanami rests his head against the wall, a soft smile on his lips.

“this is nice.” he hums. the silence is interrupted when he hears the giggles turned into laughter of his daughter coming from the bedroom which earns a chuckle from nanami. he wonders what you guys are doing now. just a few minutes pass and his daughter comes back holding a white towel in her arms with you behind her holding what seems to be a matching set of pajamas. ones that matched what you both are now wearing.

“it’s time to get out now, papa. we don’t want you to overheat.” she tells him, now both of you are placing the towel and clothes on the counter.

“please meet us at the dinner table as soon as you’re done!” and you two exit, gently closing the door. lifting himself up from the now lukewarm water, nanami dries himself off and puts on the matching pajamas–which are a blue and white horizontal striped. he drains the tub and hangs up the towel before he exits the bathroom.

nanami makes his way to the kitchen where he finds you and his daughter standing in front of the dining table. atop the surface were perfectly set utensils on napkins and a warm meal and side dishes placed in the center of it all. nanami watches as the little girl dash behind the chair that he usually sits at and pulls it out to pat the seat.

“take a seat, papa!” he glances at you and you smile gesturing to the seat to which he obliges and takes his seat. the little girl struggles to push her father’s chair in closer to the table and pouts at you.

“you can’t do it?” the girl shakes her head. “alright, i’ll do it for you.” and you replace her spot and push in the chair, albeit with the help of nanami.

“alright, go take a seat, baby.” you tell your daughter to which the girl excitedly scrambles to her chair and plops herself upright. smiles grow on your faces as she begins explaining the dinner for the night.

“so eat lots, papa!” the girl explains, standing in her chair and stretching her arms above her head to indicate something big. a chuckle escapes your lips and nanami follows suit.

“thank you, princess. it looks really good.” and as soon as you all said your thanks, everyone dug in, eating gratefully with the occasional laughter due to his daughter’s silly antics and stories. it’s been years, but nanami always loved the sight of this. he loved the feeling of domesticity with you and his daughter enjoying a life filled with laughter and so much warmth and love. nanami loves it and he wouldn’t exchange it for anything in the world.

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