comfort - you feel really bad for no apparent reason at all but nanami knows just a way to comfort you ᰔ ⟡
stomach pains - having stomach pain nanami knows just what to do so you’re comfortable ⟡
nanami can’t resist his needy wife - why must you always disturb your hardworking husband? least you can do is finish it. ⏾
oh drunk nanami, how we love you - drunk nanami is just filthy, the side of himself he normally can’t bare to show you right now? he just needs to be as close to you as possible. ⏾ ؛༊
better then breakfast in bed - nanami loves to stuff your cunt before you wake up ؛༊ ⏾
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on that morning, your house full of chaos. your six-years old son rushed and running here to there as he have to attend his school ceremony. there also your husband, nanami kento, he also rushed for getting ready before work while also trying to help his son. yep, the three of you woke up late and ended up causing chaos in your house.
you still look messy but already working on your kitchen downstair while your boys upstair. occasionally, you response back in shout when either your husband or your son ask you about their missing socks or wristwatch.
glad the food is ready when both of them rushed goes downstair. you display all the food and their favorite drink next to their plate.
"thank you love, actually, you don't have to. i can just grab something outside," kento immediately wrap an arm around you while planting loving kiss on your head and cheek before taking his seat.
"correct, mama. but i love mama's cook. i don't like the bread papa buy outside. no taste, plain," your six-years old boy chimed while he already dug into his plate.
you just shake your head in amusement at them both and just let them enjoying their breakfast in the middle of chaos. you turn your heels and back to the counter, two bento box already there. you bring it to their bags. plain black-grey box for your husband and bright yellow-blue dinosaur design box for your boy. for kento, you put two tumblrs for cold water and his coffee, for your boy, you also include the tumblr with same model because it is a set.
right after you zip their bags, the two of them raise from their seat with cheek fulls like a squirrel. your husband immediately snatced his and your son's bags.
"we're sorry but we have to go now, i'm afraid we'll be late. thank you, love. i truly appreciate all of these. your food taste good like usual," kento murmuring while trying to swallow the food then pressing his lips into yours for morning kiss.
"just drive safely, okay? be careful on the way," you also plant a loving kiss on his cheek in return before turning to your boy who is waiting in queue.
"mama's cook yummy, thank you, mama!" he cheered excitely and press a sloppy kiss on your cheek when you crouch down to comb his hair.
hours later, after your chaos morning and send them off by the front door, you finally get your relax time, scrolling down your phone on the couch. the house is so quiet without them but you also enjoy this quietness.
while you enjoy your doom scrolling agenda, you got a call by your son's teacher and got news that the bento box is mixed. of course your son and your husband's bento box filled with same food, but for your son, you add some extra yoghurt or jelly in it. the tumblr also mixed.
you can't help but burst of laugh due to your own mistake and keep saying sorry to your son through the phone call with his teacher.
when the time struck to kento's lunch time, he just get time to read your message and immediately take out the bento box on his bag. he just found out that the current bento box on his bag is not his.
he place the box on his desk with amusement, slightly blushing because some of his coworkes notice how cute and bright his box is, different than usual.
"my wife accidentally mixed my bento box with our son's." he explained calmly to his coworkes whenever they cooed at him
during his lunch time, he take his time to facetime you. his face look so calm but also exagerated by your mistake.
"looks like today is our chaos day, right?" kento greet you with an amusement smile while you just laugh on the couch.
"but i remember i put the box correctly, hun. i guess it's slipped out of my mind... i'm sorry.."
"no worries, sweetheart. but i guess your son get fussy on his school because of this."
he really know his son well and his guess is correct. your son mad at you on the phone call with his teacher previously and you share this information with him.
on your phone screen, he just shakes his head in amusement, his gaze stay soft and full of love despite the mistake you did.
"i'll survive," he assures you. "though i have to admit, the dinosaur-shaped nugget is growing on me."
you hear one of his coworkers call out, "nanami, is that a t-rex?"
he doesn't even flinch. "it's a stegosaurus. my wife has excellent taste."
you bury your face in a pillow, giggling. when you look back at the screen, he's still watching you—calm, steady, utterly in love with the beautiful chaos you've brought into his life.
"don't be shy, people can make mistake sometimes," he says softly. "i'll bring you both something sweet on my way home later."
you nod, and the call ends with you smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
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in which: you and nanami fall in love, take that vacation, and do it all over again.
genre: fluff, pure tooth rotting fluff (with some numbing angst and a dash of smut)
notes: strangers to lovers, reader is black (duh!), slight innuendos, nanami survives mahito but still has physical and mental scars,
special thanks! @thesongoffalsity for proofreading
for further imagining: my moon my man by fiest, xo by beyonce, sip into something soft by hiatus kaiyote, a couple minutes by olivia dean, fire and desire by rick james and teena marie, venus is a boy by björk, freakum dress also by beyonce
wc (titles excluded): 2.4k (that’s a record for me personally)
painfulness with a touch of tender subtlety
oh… how kento LOATHED the sorcerer world. the higher ups demanding more and more, curses growing stronger, the “game” that he barely survived. the physical pain from all the scars, the ringing in his ears from the mental pain.
the way he looked at himself in shame and insecurity whenever he walked by a mirror. the things he’d repeat to himself that affected his stern, mentor-like image, the thoughts of others judgements flowing like a stream, itadori, the young man he saw as a son, crying for him when mahito fatally injured him, the sterile smell of the hospital, the therapy sessions, everything that happened to him which culminated his reasons for leaving the jujutsu sorcerer world, much to everyone’s surprise (and disbelief from some of the elders within)
itadori’s distraught, hoarse from all the screaming voice trying to make sure he was still living and breathing, even though is condition thanks to mahito had him teetering on the edge of life and death in that moment. he was rushed to the nearest hospital, treated, had to get some things fixed which led to his scarring.
that was his life… up until he met you. a serene woman with god-like beauty. your hair always done no matter the style, nails well manicured, and you were dressed impeccably. even on a casual day.
your perfume always complemented you, and he memorized every last one by scent family AND name, plus, who created it. he paid attention to the little things about you. if you were stressed, wanting him, hungry, sad, angry, or.. if you needed to chat. kento nanami is observant, and NEVER misses a beat. never has and never will miss one. he keeps extensive track, physically and mentally. to some, it’s obsessive, but to you… that’s what made him perfect despite his flaws.
the way you two met was a cheesy romance. no one’s complaining 🤷🏾♀️
note: sip into something soft plays here.
funnily enough about you two meeting is: you met at a secondhand library! while browsing about, your nose got lost in a good book while carrying a wholeeee other stack before going check out and— “oh shit, i am SO sorry! let me pick that up- i had gotten lost in the words and-“ “there is no need to explain. here. i will help.” he carefully picks up the toppled books and puts them in a stray basket from another customer in a neat pile by genre… “thank you so much…” you breathe deeply. you stare into his eyes, looking at him, assessing him.
you hold your gaze.. not out of fear, but out of being smitten by him. someone who thought of himself as broken in his mind. on the contrary, you found him beautiful. “and… what is your name?” he asks, taking out a notepad so he would never forget this moment. this catches you off guard, out of all of the… 7, maybe 8 years you’ve lived in japan, the failed dates, drama, background checks, the amounts to fully giving up and sheltering yourself because of these shortcomings… no one’s ever asked your name. “m-my name? my name’s (y/n).”
you sputter out shyly: “i-i can give you my information! we should keep in touch-!” “slow down. please.” he holds a hand out to calm your nerves. and on his wrist is… a rolex. and he well built too! you could tell from his arms, the veins, the voice, the way his cadence commanded your attention, his tom ford black orchid cologne— but enough about that. he holds out the notepad to you. in a gesture that screams “go on.” and so you did. hurriedly scribbling your contact information, making sure it still remained legible as possible.
the note on that paper read: “y/n l/n, xx-xxxx-xxxx, contact me if you’re not busy! :)” and in return, nanami gives you his former business card. he did carry his phone with him, but would always put in numbers after someone reached out to him. “my card. do call me any time of day. as long as i am not dealing with anything major or bullshit on someone else’s part.” he says sarcastically, fixing his leopard spotted tie and clearing his throat from the amount of speaking he just did. you flip over the card… inspecting it.. “nanami.. kento.. nanami.. nanami.. i’ll keep that in mind! thank you so much!” he nods, the both of you going your separate ways.
that went well, surprisingly!
you just HAD to tell your homegirl, alexandra from back home. as soon as you stepped into that apartment, you kicked off those shoes and ran straight to your room, slamming the door and screaming like some girl who got an autograph from a boy band.
you immediately run to your instagram and blow up her phone. after some exchanges, a voice message, and a thirty minute phone call it was decided: you reach out to that fine ass man any chance you got. so this was your plan: you wait a few days, do work, respond to other. people, do your day to day tasks and FINALLY mustered the courage to reach out. you shakily put his name, his phone number, and email address into his contact information, and FINALLY sent that fated message.
note: the moon my man plays here! (thank god, finally.)
unknown: hello, is this nanami kento? i’m y/n. the lady you met at that bookstore from a few days ago, i hope i reached the right number.
silence… silence, more silence. your heart beats wildly like the bass in the club, the TV was playing some mindless game show in the background, you held your breath and closed your eyes hard, praying and praying to whatever higher powers are out there into making sure you had the right person… and then… ding! jackpot!
nanami kento: yes, this is he. it’s good to hear from you again ms. (l/n), how are you?
y/n l/n: i’m doing great! thank you so much for asking! what about yourself?
nanami kento: i could be better, miss. still trying to recover.
y/n l/n: oh no! from what might i ask?
nanami kento: i would rather not say. i don’t think you would understand either.
y/n l/n: i completely understand! :)
the two of you chatted normally, about life, the weather, things in the world, your horoscope compatibility (which he didn’t really believe in but still told you regardless) what you did today, if you needed anything, and if you had plans. like any other normal talking stage. after a few moments…. ding!
nanami kento: y/n, i have a question for you.
y/n l/n: do tell? 🤨
nanami kento is typing….
nanami kento: how would you like it if we met up for dinner. my schedule is free for either this evening at eight thirty or perhaps.. wednesday at noon, by any chance?
the dam that is your heart breaks. HE WANTS A DATE??? it leaps with joy! your legs kicking in the air like an excited child who just got offered a piece of cake for free
y/n l/n: tonight! just push it back to nine please!
nanami kento: understandable, come in your best dressed as well. i want to take you out to a specific but beautiful restaurant.
introducing: the first date!
note: freakum dress plays here.
you dolled yourself up for him, making sure your hair was slicked back, your makeup all done, you wear a black bodycon dress that showed your curves, your best perfume on and your purse all packed. wallet? check! keys? check! even though you probably wouldn’t need to drive because he arranged that he would pick you up from your apartment. while on the couch, you prayed and prayed hard that this date go right. praying that this won’t be another failed date and you would be left kicking dust and in your feelings afterwards.
soon enough, after five minutes your phone goes off again. kento was a timely man, as anyone should be on a first date.
nanami kento: i am outside, it’s no rush at all.
y/n l/n: okay! i’ll be down there in a moment! :)
it’s no rush, he said. but you still want to make a lasting first impression on him. before leaving, you make sure that you’re in order, once again. keys, purse, wallet just in case, phone.. seems everything was in order! you slip a mint between your glossed lips and keep it pushing. when you got downstairs.. you are greeted by him, his black sedan, and flowers in his hand. such a gentleman he is.
the date and the aftermath.
note: venus as a boy (date) + fire and desire (post-date) play here
when you and him arrive to the place he takes you, he does what any gentleman does: open the door, take your hand, lead you to your table and help you sit down. you order your drinks: a water for him, red wine for you. soon enough, you begin to converse. “soooo….” you trail off, “what do you do for a living?” you question him, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. “me? i used to be..” he begins to have flashbacks to shibuya, the scars, the blood loss, yuji’s pained voice and face… “a salaryman.” he lies smoothly, catching himself. “oh, fancy.” you tease. “not too glamorous, i will not lie. but it was worth it for me. so, tell me, what do you do?” “me?” you giggle. “i do many things. i… am a ceramicist, i paint, i often teach classes at the local art school, i do almost everything to be honest.” his eyebrows quirk up. “everything?” “yes, almost everything, sir.” you playfully correct him.
the main courses of the night arrive to your table and soon a very not so awkward silence falls over you. the two of you chat and make jokes.. soon enough, the date has come to a close. “h-here, let me pay. i-“, but nanami being the kind man that he is stops you. “no, i’ll pay. you are a joy to have.” it seems like… this was a payment from the universe herself. him paying for everything? a dream come true. he pays for the both of you, and make your way to his car. the ride back is awkward, somewhat. “thank you for taking me out, kento. this is.. lovely. everything was lovely.” you softly confess, your face heating up because of your feelings, your heart fluttering in your chest that you can actively feel.
he stops at your apartment, the door to the complex is a glass pane. “may i walk you back?” he asks. “walk me back? you can do more than just… walk me back, sir.” you tease him, which makes him blush a little bit. he walks you back, you unlock the door and step inside. “you can come in too, if you’d like..” you say softly, your eyes downcast, a smile on your lips.. and so, he accepts the offer, stepping inside. he gazes at your place, art, art, and even more art. books, a coffee maker, anything that would make a house a home. “welcome! it’s not much but—“ “it’s perfect. like you.” he admits bluntly. “e-excuse me?” you sputter. “you heard what i said. it’s perfect. like you.” you couldn’t believe your ears… he found you and your work, your home, absolutely beautiful. “t-thank you… i.. i think you’re handsome as well.” no one has ever called him handsome, especially due to his scarring on the opposite side of his body. “you’re kind, y/n. but i personally don’t think so.” he admits shyly, not like his usual rigid character. “why? i think you’re hand-“ he takes that leopard spotted tie, takes off his suit jacket, and unbuttons his shirt to reveal… scars. ugly, but healed scars. “is… this what you were hiding from me?” you ask tearfully. he nods, also tearful. “so then… what did you actually do? you said you were a salaryman..” and soon, the dam breaks. “i was a jujutsu sorcerer. i know that sounds odd to you, but it’s a world of people that protect humans from… their own negative thoughts and actions.” he pauses, his ears ringing from yuji’s screams for help then… “i left because what you see, was a fatal injury.”
“kento… i-i’m sorry. ill be here to support you, in any way shape and form. i.. i love you.” “i love you too, miss y/n.” and he takes you in a passionate and searing kiss on that couch, pinning you down, making sure you’re comfortable. his touch is worshipping and reverent, being careful with you. and soon enough… you had more than kissed than that night. the night became filled with the two of you, making love on that couch…
timeskip…
mister and mrs. nanami
note: a couple minutes plays here
soon enough after that fated first date, you had gone to see him and him coming to see you, the two of you bonded and grew with each other. soon enough… the words: “will you be marry me, y/n l/n?” were uttered and of course, you said yes! planning was long and extensive, the guest lists were made, caterers, music.. but everything turned out to be beautiful. at the wedding, his vows made you shed real tears… because he truly meant the words that he uttered.
the recession was just as beautiful, it was truly ripped out of the page of a fairytale. you met the young man that nanami basically saw as a son, yuji, yuji itadori. he teases the both of you as any young person would do; and soon enough, you and your now-husband rode off into the sunset. ‘JUST MARRIED’ in bold lettering (courtesy of satoru) the rear windshield reads, flowers flying into the air while the car breezes by on the road effortlessly. “so where do you want to go for vacation?” you ask? he sighs, and simply says: “malaysia. i have always dreamed of going there.” “ahh… i’ve never been, personally. but let’s make it our honeymoon.” you reply sweetly. “i love you, kento nanami.” you say, kissing him and leaving a mark of red lips on his cheek. “i love you too, mrs. nanami.” he kisses you on the lips.
the vacation! (epilogue)
note: XO plays here
you decided to make the honeymoon a 14-day trip. the reason being? he wanted to take in all the sights. the beaches, the jungle, the markets, perhaps pick up souvenirs for yuji and whoever else wanted something. he tells you to pack your best, but also pack some casuals. and so you did. the flight there was delayed by an hour, but you both didn’t mind. he made sure to get the best seats so that you would be comfortable. “you didn’t have to.. honey.. first class is too much for me-“ “you are my wife. you deserve the best.” which made you tear up a little bit. “awww… honey.. thank you.”
“no, thank you, my dear.” he said, kissing you on the cheek. some waiting, some small issues later, you two finally boarded the plane… and were off to this beautiful country.
The rain tap-taps a steady, rhythmic beat against the kitchen window, perfectly matching the low hum of the refrigerator. Inside, the apartment is warm, smelling faintly of rich vanilla, roasted coffee, and the clean, cedarwood scent of Kento’s cologne.
For Nanami, turning another year older isn’t cause for a grand spectacle. In his line of work, aging isn't just a milestone; it’s a privilege. He doesn't need a loud venue or a crowd of colleagues trying to coax him into drinking more than he cares to.
He just wants this. This exact stillness.
"You're staring again," you say softly, leaning against the kitchen counter. You’re holding a small, perfectly frosted cake nothing overly sweet, just a classic Earl Grey chiffon with a light cream cover, exactly how he likes it. A single, unlit candle sits in the center.
Kento sits at the dining table, his tie already discarded on the entryway bench, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone. Without his signature glasses, his eyes look softer, framed by the faint, tired lines of a man who carries the weight of the world but has finally found a safe place to put it down.
A small, rare smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Am I? Forgive me. I was just thinking how fortunate I am."
You walk over and set the cake down between you. "Happy birthday, Kento." Giving him a quick peck on the cheek
He reaches out, his large, calloused hand wrapping gently around your wrist before sliding down to lace his fingers through yours. His skin is warm, a comforting anchor. "Thank you. Did you make this yourself?"
"With a little help from the bakery down the street for the frosting technique," you admit, sitting down in the chair next to him rather than across. "But the baking was all me. Go on, light the candle. Make a wish."
Kento eyes the single wick. He’s a pragmatic man who doesn't believe in superstitions or magic wishes, but he looks at you, sees the expectant sparkle in your eyes, and relents. He pulls a sleek lighter from his pocket, flicking it open with a quiet clink. The small flame dances, casting a warm golden glow over his sharp features.
He closes his eyes for a brief second. When he opens them, they fix directly on you. He blows out the candle, a thin wisp of smoke curling up into the air.
"What did you wish for?" you ask, leaning in.
"If I tell you, it won't come true, isn't that the rule?" he teases lightly, his voice a deep, soothing baritone. He reaches up, his thumb gently brushing across your cheekbone. "Though, truth be told, I didn't wish for anything. Everything I could possibly want is already sitting right in front of me."
You feel a familiar warmth bloom in your chest. Even after being married to him, his quiet, deliberate romanticism can still catch you off guard. Kento isn't a man of grand, empty gestures; every word he speaks is deliberate, entirely honest, and weighted with absolute devotion.
"You've gotten smoother with age, Mr. Nanami," you laugh softly, leaning into his touch.
"I am merely stating facts," he replies, his expression earnest.
He cuts two neat, perfectly equal slices of cake. As you both eat in comfortable, companionable silence, the tension from his long week seems to visibly melt from his shoulders. He eats slowly, savoring the subtle tea flavor, nodding his approval.
Once the plates are cleared, Kento doesn't let you get up to wash them. Instead, he catches your hand, pulling you gently onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in. His arms wrap securely around your waist, holding you flush against his chest as if guarding his most precious treasure.
"No work thoughts tonight?" you murmur against his skin.
"None," Kento promises, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, then down to your temple. "Tonight, I am strictly off the clock. I am only yours."
The rain continues to fall outside, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world. In the quiet safety of your home, there are no curses, no schedules, and no demands. Just Kento, completely at peace, celebrating the birth of a life he finally loves living.
You knew you were getting sick the second you woke up. Your whole body felt heavy, your throat burned every time you swallowed, and your head was pounding so badly that even opening your eyes felt like too much work. You tried convincing yourself it wasn't that bad, but the second you pushed yourself up to sit against the headboard, the room started spinning. You groaned and let yourself fall back onto the mattress, deciding that maybe pretending to sleep a little longer would somehow fix everything.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened, and Nanami walked in. He was already dressed for work, his tie still hanging loosely around his neck while he adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. The moment he looked over at you, he stopped. He didn't ask if you were feeling alright because he could already tell the answer. Instead, he quietly walked over to the bed and rested the back of his hand against your forehead before letting it linger for a second.
"You've got a fever."
You sighed dramatically before looking up at him. "I'll live."
"I know you will."
His answer was so calm and matter-of-fact that you couldn't help smiling despite how awful you felt.
"I just need more sleep."
"You need more than sleep."
You watched him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. "What are you doing?"
"I'm staying home."
"You don't have to."
"I know."
"But you're going to anyway."
"Yes."
That was the end of the conversation. Nanami wasn't stubborn in the loud, dramatic kind of way. He was stubborn in the quiet way. Once he made a decision, there was no changing his mind, and you knew better than to waste your energy trying.
By the time you woke up from another nap, the apartment smelled like homemade soup. The curtains had been closed enough to keep the room dim without making it dark, your water bottle had been refilled, and your medicine was neatly sitting on the nightstand beside you. There was even an extra blanket tucked around your legs that definitely hadn't been there before. You smiled to yourself because you hadn't noticed him doing any of it.
When Nanami came back into the room carrying a tray, you blinked at him in surprise. "You cooked?"
"I did."
"I thought we'd order takeout."
"I considered it," he replied as he carefully placed the tray in front of you. Before handing you the bowl, he reached over and adjusted the blanket around your shoulders like it was second nature. "This seemed better."
You looked down at the soup before taking a spoonful. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was warm, comforting, and exactly what you needed.
"This is really good."
"I'm glad."
That was all he said, but you caught the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he picked up the book he'd left on the bedside table.
After you finished eating, he handed you your medicine along with a glass of water. You stared at the pills for a long moment before looking back at him.
"I don't want to take it."
"I figured."
"It tastes disgusting."
"It does."
"So maybe I just... don't?"
Nanami looked at you over the top of his glasses.
"No."
You sighed dramatically. "...It was worth a try."
"It was."
You couldn't help laughing before taking the medicine anyway. The second you swallowed it, you made a face.
"I hate that you're always right."
"I wouldn't say always."
"Most of the time."
"I'll accept that."
The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. Nanami wasn't the type to hover over you or ask every five minutes if you needed anything. Instead, he simply noticed the little things before you did. Whenever your water bottle was almost empty, he'd refill it without saying a word. Every time you kicked the blanket off while you slept, you'd wake up with it tucked neatly back around you. When you started coughing more than usual, he'd already be walking back into the room with a mug of tea before you even thought to ask for one. He never made a big deal out of taking care of you. He just did it, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
By the evening, your fever had finally started to come down. Your head still hurt, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been that morning. You stretched carefully before looking over at him.
"I think I'm starting to feel better."
"You look better."
"I think your soup fixed me."
"I think the medicine deserves some credit."
"I disagree."
"I know."
You smiled, shaking your head. "You know, you've been taking care of me all day."
"I have."
"You really didn't have to stay home."
"I wanted to."
There wasn't any hesitation in his voice, and he didn't seem embarrassed by the admission either. He simply said it because it was true.
"I'd rather be here."
Your heart melted a little.
You shifted closer until your shoulder lightly bumped against his arm. He glanced over from his book.
"What?"
"I missed you."
"I've been sitting beside you all day."
"I know." You smiled softly. "I still missed you."
He looked at you for a long moment before quietly closing his book and setting it on the bedside table. Without saying anything else, he opened one arm, silently inviting you closer.
You didn't hesitate. You leaned against him, resting your head on his chest while his arm settled comfortably around your shoulders. He was warm—comfortably warm—and listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat somehow made everything feel better. The ache in your body wasn't completely gone, but with him holding you, it didn't seem nearly as overwhelming.
After a few quiet minutes, you looked up at him.
"Thank you."
"You've thanked me enough."
"I don't think I have."
Before he could say anything else, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. It wasn't rushed or dramatic. It was slow, gentle, and familiar, the kind of kiss that said everything neither of you really needed to put into words.
For just a second, Nanami looked surprised, but it disappeared almost immediately. His hand came up to rest against your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin as he kissed you back just as softly. When the kiss ended, he stayed close enough that your foreheads were still touching.
"You know," he said quietly, "there's a very real chance I'll catch your cold now."
You smiled.
"And yet you kissed me back."
"I did."
"No regrets?"
"I'll survive."
You laughed, shaking your head.
"You're unbelievable."
"So I've been told."
He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before pressing one last gentle kiss against your forehead. Then he reached over, pulling the blanket back around your shoulders with the same quiet care he'd shown all day.
"Now get some sleep."
You looked up at him with a sleepy smile. "You'll stay?"
He looked at you like the answer should have been obvious.
"I wasn't planning on going anywhere."
With your hand still resting in his and the steady warmth of his presence beside you, you let your eyes slowly close. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all. Not when Nanami was the one taking care of you.
