Man I Love Nanami Kento - Tumblr Posts

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“your old room looks pretty cute,” nanami notes, a small smile playing in his lips as he watches you make the bed opposite to the one he’s sitting on, your sibling’s bed that has been empty for a while now that they moved out.

yours was pretty empty too, but at least the sheets were still on since you tend to visit your parents a little more often than your sibling, and one thing nanami observed about your bed is that there is a certain scent that is rooted in it, and it can’t be described better than just you. he saves that thought in his brain.

you finish preparing the bed and step closer to him, plopping down beside him with a bright beam on your lips. “you look so silly on my bed.”

nanami’s arm wraps around your shoulders, tugging you to lean against him as he stares at you intensely, lips curling a little further as he sees the adoration from his own gaze mirrored into yours.

he places a soft kiss on your jaw, nose gliding across your cheek smoothly as he sighs in contentment, “is that so?”

“yeah, all huge and wearing dark on my pink sheets,” you make yourself comfortable on his lap, back against his arm and thighs, big eyes staring up at him and pretty lips parted invitingly. “i made your bed if you wanna sleep already, i know you’re tired.”

“thank you, my darling.” kento mutters, aiming a kiss to your forehead before he pulls back to look into your eyes sincerely. you shift in his arms, tensing as you await whatever he has to say.

“could i sleep in your bed tonight?”

that wasn’t what you expected, he can tell. you give him a questioning look, a little bit of worry sprinkled in the ranging depth of your eyes.

“i think i’d sleep better with pillow and sheets smelling like you and all.”

your eyes widen at his words, face flushing instantly as you make a quick work of burrowing it into his stomach with an embarrassed sound leaving your throat. the quiet giggles that come out of his throat make you whine further as you feel your cheeks heating up.

“nanami~”

“yes?”

“don’t say things like that! my heart is already weak enough because of you.” you say with a distressed tone, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweater. and then barely audible, “and yes, you can sleep on my bed.”

nanami only chuckles in response, ruffling your hair gently as he continues gazing at you with eyes full of love and fondness. later that night you both are all tangled limbs and shared breaths as you hold onto each other tightly to not fall of the bed, barely fitting in its small frame.