NANAMI KENTO

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Ahhh yes, Monday again tomorrow. Lovely. Have some Existential Crisis Nanami.

aww thank you <3

"bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky, i know this love of mine will never die"

hiromi higuruma is so beatles coded, he listens to "and i love her" while he's on his way to work and probably listens to "michelle" too and is caught up on all his Beatles lore. "good day sunshine" "doctor robert" "here comes the sun" and "a hard days night" are his favorite songs, hands down. a black suit and tie, he cannot get anymore handsome but he does anyways, with his ringo starr-like hooked nose. he slow dances to the songs with you in the living room on a rainy Sunday afternoon. he gazes at you with pure adoration as you hum along with the tunes of his favourite songs, knowing that he's rubbing off on you just a teeny bit

clubbing? whats that? he only knows about playing his vinyl records and tapping his leg to it as he reads a book in his rickety ass chair that squeaks and groans every time he moves in it. "its vintage" he claims but that thing looks like its from the prehistoric era, taking its dying breath, with his butt print imprinted in its rotting foam.

he's probably the type to bake in his free time, which is why when he started dating you, he baked all of your favorite pastries and gave them to you, saying that he was bored so tried his hand at baking and he didnt know that you loved what he made. he's the type to listen to romantic music at any time of the day, whether he's happy or sad or just existing. hes a man of many words but more songs. hes your man in the end of it all

going off for a while<3

exams and whatnot

also my mental health being an absolute bitch

take care yall

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IM WAITING RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ෆ a small valentines collab by augustinewrites & seiwas ෆ

can i ask for a piece of your heart? you have mine already —snippets in time holding the different ways to say 'i love you'

MASTERLIST

augustinewrites

ෆ "i want you (i think you know)." — miya atsumu ༝༚༝༚ realizing you’ve fallen for someone you shouldn’t have is hard. even harder when that person is miya atsumu.

ෆ "made with love." — miya osamu ༝༚༝༚ onigiri miya will be closed on valentine’s day (the owner plans on getting engaged).

ෆ "hey stupid, i love you." — gojo satoru (keeping up with the fushigojos) ༝༚༝༚ how to almost ask your not so secret crush to be your valentine.

seiwas

ෆ "i left my keys on your bedroom floor." — miya atsumu ༝༚༝༚ atsumu is the clumsiest guy you've ever met; nothing ever goes to plan, especially when it comes to love.

ෆ "mornings don't feel the same without you." — iwaizumi hajime ༝༚༝༚ hajime thinks that it's been a long time coming for him to wake up with this realization.

ෆ "don't let go, okay?" — gojo satoru (conversations on love) ༝༚༝༚ it has to be some sort of fate that you happen to be stuck with gojo on valentines day.

*masterlist will be updated as we release each fic. boosts are appreciated!

ෆ in the spirit of this season, a gift full of love from us to you ෆ — @augustinewrites & @seiwas

NO STOP IT THATS MY BABY NO ONE HURTS MY BABY COME HERE YUUJI ILL UNTRAUMATIZE YOU, HELL ILL GIVE YOU FREE THERAPY<3

yuuji itadori, 27, traumatized.

mans also got a big nose and you know what doja says about big noses.

I love him he's smart he's funny he's moral he's powerful he's just he's handsome he

he's a silly billy

i feel like iris by the goo goo dolls is such a beautiful song and i mean in my imagination i can picture yuuji comforting his significant other with this song because he relates to this so much and he knows that hes gonna die someday but he wants to be hers for now and melt into her touch "And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now"

im sorry imma go kms 😭😭

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ REASSURANCE — nanami kento

kento comforts you when you're feeling down

contents: gn!reader, insecurities, pet names, this was written in like 30 mins so idk, 700 words, sfw

“kento?” you asked, resting your hands on your lap. from the other side of the couch, he turned, smiling softly, placing his thumbs between the pages of the book to save his spot. your head was buried in the cushion, and you stared at him, blinking slowly. “you still love me, right?”

at first, he laughed, a small little sound that left his throat. then, when your face fell further, he cut himself off immediately, eyebrows drawing together tightly. “of course, i love you, sweetheart. i love you so much. why are you asking me?”

you shrugged, embarrassed, and looked away from him, at your hands locked together. “sometimes i just don’t know why. it makes more sense that you wouldn’t love me than that you do.”

a heavy frown drew on kento’s face, and inched closer, reaching out. “what do you mean? did i do something that made you feel unloved? if i did, honey, i’m sorry—”

which only served to make you feel worse, because, most things weren’t ever kento’s fault. he was so patient and caring, the sweetest man you’d ever known. and you weren’t sure that you deserved that kind of love at all.

“of course not, kento, you’re perfect.”

he smiled a bit, then, but that didn’t erase the concern in his eyes. “i’m certainly anything but perfect.” his fingertips ran along the back of your own, softly. “tell me what’s wrong, my love. i don’t like seeing you upset.”

you sniffed, willing the tears away as you looked past him once more, unable to meet his gentle eyes. “it’s stupid.”

“don’t say that. nothing you feel is ever stupid.”

and when a tear fell down your cheek at the kind words, you wiped it away before kento could see it, scrubbing violently at your skin.

“i’m fine, kento.”

“you’re not.” he paused, softened his voice. “it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. i won’t make you. but don’t keep it all bottled up just because you think you’re being silly. okay?”

you glanced over, blinked, stared at the way his smile was slightly tilted. the plumpness of his lips, the gentleness of his eyes. his soft, blond hair falling over his forehead, because it was sunday night, and he hadn’t bothered to style it.

how dearly you loved him. you’d rather die than live a life without him.

a sob broke loose from you, and you covered your face with your hands, sniffling. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

kento said nothing, but drew you closer, pulling you onto his lap. tears fell down your cheeks, and though you didn’t want to look at him, he drew your lips to his own, the touch barely there, before he kissed across your cheeks, your forehead.

“why are you sorry?”

“i didn’t mean to cry. i’m being so dumb. and sensitive.”

“honey,” he sighed, stroking your cheeks, eyes almost pained from the sight of you so upset. “it’s okay. don’t apologize for crying. i love you. i love you, i love you.”

you breathed deeply, trying not to cry harder, hating how difficult it was for you to accept him irrevocable affections, sometimes. “but why? why would you choose me, kento? i don’t think i’m an easy person to love. i’m so… boring, and average, and you are amazing in every way.” you squeezed his hand, still resting on your cheeks, and leaned into it.

kento stared, forehead wrinkling, before he pushed you down to his chest, holding you close. a long inhale breathed deep into his body. “you aren’t any of those things, you know? you’re so lovable. you’re beautiful, caring, intelligent. anything but boring. anything but average.” he ran his fingers up the knots of your spine. “perhaps, i was put on this earth to prove you otherwise.”

you gave him a sad little smile. “you might be working on that for a while, ken.”

"that's okay." he laughed, soft, gently, enough to shake you against his chest before he kissed the top of your head. “that’s what love is, isn’t it? i'm not going to leave when things get tough.”

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