#nanami.ask

HHHHHH HELP 😭😭 no because tell me it wouldn’t happen to them. All the gentle parenting in the world, kids are spoiled with affection, but extremely compassionate and well-mannered and the only catch is their four year old looking them dead in the eye and call them by their first name 😭

You keep telling Kento that it’s a phase, that your daughter is just experimenting and probably getting used to the fact that her daddy has a name other than daddy, but it doesn’t make him any less exasperated. Your son never calls him by his first name, so why must his sweet, baby girl torture him so. You have to resist laughing when he comes home from a hard day of work, and gets hugs from your children; your son squeezing him extra tight, before rambling on about his day, and then your daughter, running into her father’s arms, only to happily squeal, “Hi, Ken!!”

He doesn’t get why it’s only him—she never calls you by your first name—but he’s being patient 😭😭 the exasperation in his expression only worsens to hear from Gojo that his two year old calls him “baby,” and Kento is stuck with the world’s most determined four-year-old calling him by his government name. (It does fade away, eventually. She goes back to calling him daddy after some time, and when he dares to ask why, his daughter only shrugs telling him that her brother told her “Daddy” was his real name.Kento would have to pack his son an extra treat for the next week of lunch).

Levi gets something… similar. His kid sits down square in his lap one day and asks him directly, “What’s your real name?” Levi leans forward, his nose brushing against hers to play along, “Depends. Who’s asking?” “Me, daddy!” When he does finally tell her, he doesn’t get much of a response; he laughs internally, he supposes “Levi” wasn’t all that much of an interesting answer when she trots away to her bookshelf afterwards. Soon, though, you and Levi come to learn that your daughter doesn’t like other people addressing him as “her daddy,” and vice versa, is quick to correct you when you call him Levi instead of “daddy” in front of her.

Fine. The three culprits in question are Levi, Jean, and Nanami; all use the term princess as a nickname or term of affection, but all have very different meanings behind them.

Levi started out teasing you, and that still carries through your relationship. Princess is a shortened term for spoiled brat, and while he likes to taunt you—“Princess always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” “Sure you don’t want help, princess? Come on, tell me how you need me.”—theres not much bite behind it, because Levi knows he’s the one spoiling you. He’s the one that gives into all your wishes and all your teasing, and, sure he knows the lilt in his voice when he ruffles your hair and calls you princess has some lingering effect on you, but every thing he says it he can’t help but think about just how tight you have him wrapped around your pinky; and how he wouldn’t do a damn thing to change it.

Jean probably means it the most literally; he means to put you on a pedestal, means to tell you you’re as pretty as a princess, means that you deserve to be treated like one, too. And if you’re the princess, he doesn’t really want to be your prince… he’s more of your knight in shining armor. The type to get on his knees and call you sweet words, win you over with flowers and chocolates and new clothes, make you swoon with his words. It’s a consolation, reassurance when you’re whining beneath him—“I know, princess. I know.”; it’s a compliment, lovesick with a blush to top it off—“So pretty, princess. Prettiest girl.”; it’s a confession and a promise—“I love you, princess. Love you more than anybody else, always will.” Jean just wants to take care of you, will do it any and every way he knows how.

“Do me a favor and wiggle your toes,” Nanami orders softly.

You comply, but not without a cheeky smile and remark, “I didn’t know you were into feet, Kento.”

You can’t help but to widen your smile when he looks at you with steely eyes, clearly unimpressed. You wiggle all your toes again, and fingers for good measure—your eyebrows while you’re at it, and that’s when you finally get a reaction out of him: a single breath of laughter that leaves his lips.

same for the wedding… he’s just. picky. absolutely embarrassing!! he wants everything to be perfect so you decide to let him be.

[Very elongated sigh] yeah... you know the jeweler lowkey hates him by now, Nanami’s had him working on the same ring for nearly three months, but a part of him can admire his pickiness; it shows just how much he cares about you, and how much thought he’s putting into this. Plus, he’s paying good money for this damn ring, so they’ll comply with all 800 of his demands.

the. the thought of him going ring shopping so that he can find the perfect engagement ring for u. or him designing a ring that’s been catered to all your preferences and likings. get this nightmare out my head.