Sky is the industry's beloved angel. Golden boy. Sunshine smile. Universally adored. Nani is the devil everyone warns you about. Sharp tongue. Bad attitude. Frequently described as "a problem." They start as rivals. Then mistakes. Then something too messy to untangle. Now it's just bad decisions, regular hookups, chemistry thick enough to choke on, and a catastrophic amount of denial that refuses to acknowledge what's clearly happening. Probably. (Nani's not taking questions.) It's not serious. It's not love. It's not a situationship. Don't make it weird. Shut up.

Nani's a cold, closed-off CEO with a complicated relationship to food. Sky's a five-star chef-bright, curious, and maddeningly persistent. The first time they meet, Nani sends his untouched plate back with a cold, "I don't like it." Sky walks out, grins-dimples and all-tucks a daisy behind his ear, and asks him to come back. Private sessions follow-quiet, tense, intimate. Sky peels back the layers Nani's spent years perfecting. Nani tries not to let him. It's messy. It's slow. It's painful. But sometimes, healing starts with a bite. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes, including themes of mental health, abuse, homophobia⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.

"I said. I think I'm in love with Nani." The silence is deafening. Tay, Fourth, Aou and First all wearing identical looks of disbelief on their faces, blinking at him like he's just said the dumbest thing they've ever heard. He basically had. "Well shit, Sky, we've been telling you that for a year now." ~ In which Sky realises he is in-fact in love with his best friend Nani. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.

It was an accident. Nani discovers SkyNani on AO3. Nani discovers he is absolutely, catastrophically in love with his best friend. Reality is starting to feel a little too much like fanfiction... Send help. Or fluff. Preferably both. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.

The Benz sees it all first. The teasing. The tension. The long drives home. Sky and Nani fall in love slowly-between playlists and traffic lights, in snacks shared and secrets kept, in every quiet moment when the world outside doesn't matter. Told entirely from inside the car, this is a story of friendship, flirting, and falling in love-one drive at a time. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.

When sharp-tongued model Nani ends up repeatedly booked with the same infuriatingly calm (and annoyingly handsome) photographer, Sky, tension sparks-on set and off. What starts as mutual irritation turns into accidental flirting, slow-burn attraction, and a whole lot of soft chaos. Somewhere between backhanded compliments, stolen glances, and very professional lighting setups, they fall stupidly in love. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.