𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆 | 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘬.

𝟐𝟑

As the soft music swirled around you, each note seemed to echo the chaotic emotions brewing within the room. Nanami held you close, the warmth of his body radiating against yours as you swayed together on the dance floor. The energy pulsing around you felt electric, each beat of the music syncing with the rhythm of your racing heart.

This slow dance felt like a cocoon, a sacred space amid the chaos of prom. You could feel the warmth of Nanami’s breath as he leaned in closer, and you couldn’t help but smile at the connection between you. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night,” you confessed, meeting his gaze.

“Me too,” he replied softly, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes that made your heart swell. “It’s nice to just be here with you.” His fingers brushed against your waist, anchoring you in place. There was an unspoken tension, a gravity that seemed to draw you closer, and you surrendered to it.

As you danced, the world around you began to fade — the laughter of your classmates, the flashes of cameras, and the pulsating music dimmed into a background hum. The intensity in Nanami's eyes grew, igniting a warmth in your chest. “Do you ever think about the future?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Sometimes,” you replied, feeling the weight of his question. “I guess I worry about what happens after graduation… about where we all go from here.” You couldn’t help but think of the uncertainty that lay ahead, but in this moment, Nanami felt like your anchor.

He nodded, his expression contemplative. “I get that. Sometimes I wonder if I’m ready for what comes next.” The sincerity in his words resonated deeply within you, and you felt the barriers between you begin to dissolve.

“I think we’ll figure it out together,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “Whatever it is, we’ll find a way.” You reached up to brush a stray hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his skin, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

“I hope so,” he murmured, pulling you even closer, his possessive side beginning to surface as his grip tightened around you. “I want to make sure you’re okay, no matter what happens.” There was a softness in his eyes, but also a hint of determination, and you could sense a fierce protectiveness blooming within him.

Your heart fluttered at his words, but a familiar tension brushed against the edges of your mind. You glanced briefly toward the edge of the dance floor, where Gojo stood with a group of friends, his eyes locked on you and Nanami. The expression on his face was unreadable, a mixture of annoyance and something else you couldn’t quite place. It sent a ripple of unease through you, reminding you of the complicated dynamics at play.

“Forget about him,” Nanami said suddenly, his voice low and commanding, as if he sensed your distraction. “He’s not worth your thoughts right now.”

You blinked in surprise at his sudden intensity, your heart racing at the protective edge in his tone. “Nanami, I—”

“Just focus on us,” he interrupted gently, but with a firmness that sent a shiver down your spine. “Tonight is about you and me. I don’t want to share this moment with anyone else.”

The way he held you, the depth of his gaze, and the soft but possessive nature of his words made your pulse quicken. There was an intensity to his feelings that stirred something deep within you — a desire to claim this moment for yourselves, to push past the barriers that lingered in the air.

“Okay,” you breathed, leaning into him as the music shifted, filling the air with a slower, more romantic tune. The moment felt charged, the flicker of something unspoken passing between you.

As you continued to dance, Nanami began to lean down, his forehead resting gently against yours, the world around you fading into insignificance. “You know, I’ve always admired your strength. You’re capable of so much, and I want to support you in any way I can,” he confessed, his voice earnest.