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showering // nanami

i am a shameless simp for this man and i cant find it in me to stop thinking about him so here's this tiny look into a domestic life with nanami :) might make a second part bc why not

warnings: afab reader, cursing, mentions of sex (teeny tiny smutty moments but nothing to be afraid of ig), typos, mentions of death

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if there was one thing colleagues knew about nanami, it was that he hates working overtime. after 6 pm, if he was to be held back by work, he becomes more irritable and grumpy than usual. nobody quite understood why he cared so much, but they didn't bother asking, afraid that perhaps he would burst at the question alone. the only person daring enough to ask (constantly) was gojo.

regularly, he would annoy nanami by draping himself over nanami's shoulders and asking questions so quickly, nanami hardly had a chance to answer. one question that always stuck out to nanami, however, was "why do you want to leave work by 6 so badly, anyway?"

why? wasn't it obvious? every day, at exactly 6 pm, he leaves work and heads for home, a cozy house in a secluded area. it wasn't the house he wanted to leave work for, though. it was what was inside the house. past the front door, a beautiful wife waited for him every day. some days, she was in the kitchen, making his favorite dish for dinner. other days, she waiting on the couch, curled up under a blanket with a new book in hand. if she wasn't in either of those two locations, chances are, she was in bed. days like those filled him with an inextinguishable sense of guilt.

he knew he couldn't control how long he works, or how tired you are from staying up, waiting for him, but he couldn't stop himself from feeling bad for taking so long you don't even get to say hello to him as he comes through the door. knowing you begrudgingly forced yourself away from the couch to get into bed made him feel even worse. he didn't even have the chance to at least pick you up from the couch and carry you to bed. he used to think it was endearing that you'd fall asleep on the couch. he used to like that he at least got to hold you before getting into bed. 

and so, on another day which he was working overtime, he cursed under his breath as he pulled in to the driveway and saw that all the lights in the house were off. he'd even driven above the speed limit and didn't make it in time. as he got out of the car and locked the doors, he sighed before entering his home. he locked the door and put his coat on the rack, looking down at his feet the whole time.

running a hand down his tired face, he finally looked up, hoping to see you on the couch with a blanket draped over you as if a child had done it. unfortunately, you werent there. with another sigh, he made his way to the stairs and made his way up to the second floor, hoping once again that the light would be on in the bedroom.

but, of course, that hope was instantly extinguished, as the room was dark as can be. after changing into proper sleeping attire, he slid under the covers, trying his best not to wake you.

and though he tried, it wasn't enough. you woke after hearing all the fabric rustling beside you, and you turned with an arm outstretched.

"kento? you're finally home." you smiled sleepily.

He had a smile of his own, though it was a little sad. "yes, i am. sorry to wake you. i know you need your rest."

"nevermind that, i'm just glad you're back." you rolled over so you could get a better view of him.

he grabbed your hand and began rubbing circles over the back of it with his thumb. "i'm taking tomorrow off. we can do whatever you want."

"you are?" you smiled even wider. "i say we start off by sleeping in. you look exhausted, love."