olderbf!nanami snapping at reader (gently)
nanami's office was too quiet.
the kind of quiet that came with tension wound too tightly beneath the surface.
his laptop screen glowed against the dim room, reflecting off tired eyes that hadn’t looked away from spreadsheets, contracts, and endless emails for hours.
“yes,” he answered flatly.
someone launched into another explanation on the other end.
his eyes drifted back toward the three unread emails at the top of his inbox.
“send me the revised copy,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. “i’ll review it.”
he’d barely ended the call before his assistant texted him.
they need your approval tonight.
he stared at the message for a few seconds.
then exhaled slowly through his nose.
the sound of soft footsteps barely registered.
you stood in the doorway in one of his oversized sweaters, fingers curled around the sleeves. your makeup had long since faded into something softer, your hair slightly messy from lounging around the house all evening.
you offered him a small smile.
his attention flickered back toward his computer.
something inside him tightened.
the words came out sharper than he’d intended.
your smile disappeared so quickly it made his chest tighten.
then you turned around and walked away.
he stared at the doorway long after you’d disappeared.
instead, his mind replayed the way your voice had gone small.
he pushed a hand through his hair.
of course you hadn’t interrupted on purpose.
you’d just wanted to see him.
to ask for a few minutes of attention after he’d been locked in his office all day.
his gaze shifted toward the mug sitting near the doorway.
the guilt hit him so hard he physically winced.
he silenced it completely.
ten minutes later, he stood from his desk.
the paperwork was still there.
the emails were still urgent.
the problems would still exist when he came back.
but so would the memory of your face if he let this sit.
he found you curled up on the living room couch.
the television played quietly in the background, some reality show you’d insisted wasn’t trash television.
you had your knees tucked against your chest.
the pink blanket draped over your legs.
which made him feel worse.
you looked up when you noticed him standing there.
“…i thought you were busy.”
he sat down beside you anyway.
“i’ve had people calling me nonstop for hours.”
“but i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
you immediately shook your head.
“i still hurt your feelings.”
you looked down at your hands.
for a moment, neither of you said anything.
then he reached over and gently took your hand.
this time, you let him pull you into his lap.
you curled against his chest automatically, your head settling beneath his chin.
his arms wrapped around you tightly.
“…i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair.
you played with the sleeve of his dress shirt.
“you don’t have to apologize for being stressed.”
“i do when i take it out on you.”
he rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“and all you wanted was my attention for five minutes.”
he’d been in the next room all day.
and somehow you’d still missed him.
his arms tightened around you.
you pressed your face against his neck.
“i didn’t want to bother you.”
he immediately pulled back just enough to look at you.
“don’t ever think you’re bothering me.”
his voice was calm but firm.
“you wanting to spend time with me isn’t an inconvenience.”
his thumb brushed beneath your eye.
“i don’t want you sitting out here wondering if you’re allowed to ask me for affection.”
he studied your expression.
“…can i still give you the tea?”
“…even though it’s probably cold now?”
“…can i also sit in your office while you work?”
“you mean sit quietly?” he said
“i might ask for one kiss every thirty minutes.”
“that’s your compromise?” he asked exasperatedly
“i think i’m being very reasonable.”
for the first time all evening, genuine amusement crossed his face.
“you have a very interesting definition of reasonable.”
you grinned. “so is that a yes?”
the way you’d tucked yourself into him like this was where you belonged.
then he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against your forehead.
you wrapped your arms around him immediately.
he held you for another minute before resting his chin on top of your head.
“…for the record.” he started
“if i ever do that again…”
“…don’t let me get away with it.”
“you want me to call you out?” you asked
he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“i want you to remind me that no matter how complicated my day gets…”
his hand settled against your cheek.
“…i’m never too busy to fix it when i hurt your feelings.”
you stared at him for a moment before your expression softened.
then you kissed the corner of his mouth.
“okay.” you sighed sweetly
you smiled sleepily against him.
“but i’m still bringing the tea.”
another quiet laugh escaped him. “of course you are.”
“and after work…” you started
he looked toward the office he’d abandoned.
toward the mountain of unfinished work waiting for him.
his answer came without hesitation.
ALRIGHTT IM ON A ROLLLL anyways i'll probably keep writing more olderbf!nanami because i love it and him smmmmmmmm 😁😁🫶 so yea. there will be more coming.
