#soft....

10ft tall demon done in by scritches, more news at 11

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Nanami is unerringly careful, but he can’t help but sometimes get injured in his line of work. He’s learnt how to treat small injuries like bruises and bumps and cuts himself (he doesn’t want to bother Shoko when things are fixable with a day or two of bearing the pain) - as such, when you find yourself bruised or grazed or scratched, he sighs and tugs you gently into the kitchen whilst he gets out the first-aid kit. He’s scrupulous about cleaning the scrapes, about making sure that you don’t make yourself worse, about giving you a soft reprimand for your clumsiness.

If he sees that you’re in danger of walking into an injury, he’ll often intervene himself - his reflexes are admirable. You have often found yourself lifted bodily off a step-ladder when you’re reaching for something left on a high shelf so Nanami can get it himself. If you complain about it, he gives you a wry smile and reminds you that he’s far less accident-prone than you, so really he’s just playing the odds. It’s less likely he’ll be injured than you doing whatever chore it is.

If he watches you accidentally run into a doorframe, or fall over your own feet, and it’s not something that he can stop, he laughs soft and low and rolls his eyes as he walks over to check on you. Firm fingers feeling along joints to make sure they’re not bruised, concerned eyes checking you over for any other damage that isn’t immediately visible. Honestly, Nanami finds your clumsiness kind of endearing, when it’s small things like this - his heart seizes up when he thinks about how dangerous it could be if you were in a profession like his.  

At night, when you undress, he motions for you to come closer and those same big hands travel over your skin with the same gentleness they always do. He maps out your bruises, counting them aloud - and soothing them with kisses as he goes, as if he’s reminding you that you’re beautiful even with your skin all sprinkled with the proof of your injuries. He murmurs which ones have faded, which ones have almost gone, which ones are new - even in the brief moments you snatch together, he learns your body by heart, and Nanami wouldn’t change you for the world.

Bruises and all. 

 THERE   IS   SOMETHING   SACCHARINE     to   the   taste   of   her   excitement,   something   ⸻   dare   she   say   ⸻   almost   magical.   okay,   sure,   she’s   borrowed   molly’s   cards   again   and   one   of   essek’s   books   filled   with   big   words,   hoarding   little   things   like   a   magpie.   the   sweater   is   gilmore’s,   stolen   on   a   rainy   day   she   came   to   their   doorstep   soaked   to   the   bone   and   just   never   gave   back,   left   a   painting   of   the   last   parade         (     her   first   !!     )         in   its   place,   all   abstract   shapes   and   vibrant   colours   like   the   neon   reflecting   in   wet   asphalt.