Nanami Kento
Forty past twelve.
Nanami pressed the code to his front door with a sigh, his shoulders dropping and his heart slowing. The house is quiet, but the aroma of dinner lingered in the air. He took off his shoes and loosened his tie as he made way inside, dropping his coat over the sofa arm.
For a second, he considered sitting, but the thought of taking a warm shower and joining you in bed was rather delightful. So, he walked straight to the shower. Another heavy sigh escaped, and he stood under the warm water, firmly kneading his neck and his shoulders.
He was keen to wash off the remnants of the curses he had taken care of earlier during the day. The day wasn't necessarily awful, but what he despised most was having to work overtime, especially past midnight. He'd rather be home, quietly having dinner with you.
Smoke from the shower curled around him when he stepped out of the shower, the chill of the night catching on to his skin. He hung his towel to dry and walked through the corridor to your shared bedroom. The moment he stepped through that door, a part of his brain completely shut down. The scent of your clothes and your presence was saturated within the walls, and through the darkness, he could see you curled on the bed.
Nanami walked closer to take a look at you.
You were beneath the covers, all warm and peaceful, breath slow and steady. A soft smile tugged at his lips, his heart tugging in all directions at this fond scene before him. You looked so safe and sound, unaware of the gore and absolute chaos out there. He'd like it to remain that way.
Nanami lifted the covers, slipping underneath and drowning in welcoming warmth. You shifted, an almost inaudible whiner falling from your mouth. However, your arms reached out to him, grasping his shirt and pulling him towards you.
"Kento?" You whispered, eyes too heavy to open but still half awake to acknowledge his return. His arm slid under your head, securing your body against his.
"Hey, love." He softened his voice as much as he could, protecting this little bubble of safety that surrounded the two of you. His breath fanned over your forehead before his lips pressed on your hairline. Once. Twice. "Sorry to wake you."
He could feel you shaking your head against his chest. "It's alright. I'm glad I woke up. Did you eat?" You asked while wrapping your arms around his torso.
"No, can't. I want to sleep." Nanami sneaked a hand under your sleep shirt, touching the warmth of her skin, and left another gentle peck on your cheek. He could feel you patting his back, sleepy yet insistent.
"Okay." You replied.
Silence fell over like a veil. Nanami would have to wake up in several hours to go back to work. He hated the thought, but right now, he was too exhausted and too comfortable to ponder it. His arms tightened around you, turning to his back and pulling you on top with him. The weight of your body grounded him to sleep, and his eyes fluttered heavily.
"Good night, love."
