ac: nthndn_

older bf!nanami cooks your favorite meals even when he's exhausted from work, loving when you sit down and pretend to help him, always looking at the pots over his shoulder and asking him when it's gonna be ready. his cooking skills are amazing and he makes sure you're eating well by letting you sit on his lap while you eat, kissing your cheeks everytime you compliment his cooking.

older bf!nanami doesn't care if you're out at a party at 2am and he just finished some paper work, he's not letting you come back in an uber or letting someone else drive you home. he's there as soon as you text him, carrying you inside the house after you tell him how bad your feet hurt.

slowly, he started to realise a pattern. every single jar you'd ask for help to open, it would be a jar he had used recently. the jam he used to eat along with his bread daily, the jar of mayonnaise, every single other jar he had opened, you asked for assistance.

realising this pattern, he started loosening the jars by just a little bit every time he closes it. and you just stopped asking for help, that's when his suspicions were confirmed. you were struggling because of him...

you can only admire nanami’s handsomeness from across the street; taking in his height and wide shoulders that fit his winter coat perfectly.

his calm expression is immediately adorned with a soft smile as he spots you — taking a hand out of his pocket to wave. rushing to him, you take in his pink cheeks and the tip of his nose which had turned rosy, instantly feeling guilty.

nanami notices the small frown on your lips, his brows beginning to furrow.

“what’s wrong ?”

“i’m so sorry i took so long. you were here in the freezing—“

his low chuckle cuts you off — taking you by surprise — as you mentally capture the heavenly image of the look on his face.

“here.” he’s still smiling as he hands you the stunning bundle of roses and steps closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you don’t need to worry one bit about me waiting. i could stand in a blizzard for you.”

nanami can only leave you beaming as he takes his big hands and holds your cheeks.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look ?”

“nanami !” your grin is contagious as he lets out a warm laugh before lightly squeezing on your face with his palms.

“why are you looking at me like that?” nanami sets his book down on the coffee table, leaning in towards you as you lean on the same table with your chin on your palm.

“what, i can’t absolutely yearn for my husband now?” he chuckles. yearning. he knows a thing or two about that.

“i’m not saying you can’t. i’m just saying i would prefer if you showed it to me.” he takes a seat beside you on the fluffy ground with his legs crossed, eyes never leaving your figure.

“well maybe if you put your book down once in a while..”

nanami leans forward, showcasing a smile you would absolutely go to war for. he pecks your pout away, holding your cheek in his palm so delicately as if you’re glass. you look into his eyes and you’re convinced he’s casted some spell because you just can’t seem to look away..

“yeah? hm.. are we just going to ignore the fact that i started reading when you stopped giving me attention? i was merely just.. killing the time.”

oh, now he’s the one pouting.

you giggle at his antics, doing the same thing he did and kissed his pout away.

“huh.. i guess i should clock back in my job then hm?”

he raises his eyebrow, “and what job is that?”

“hmmmm i’m not sure what to call it..do you? it involves cuddling and kissing my boyfriend endlessly.” he chuckles.

“i’m not quite sure. would you like to demonstrate it on me?”

“ah!” you gasp as he carries you bridal style, holding onto him tightly as he heads to your guys’s bedroom.

he gently lays you on the bed, but you quickly switch positions so you lay on top of him.

“alright, stop!” he pleads as you continue kissing his face all over and tickle his sides.

“say you surrender!”

“never!”

you don’t stop, not until he switches your positions again and hovers above you.

“alright, alright. you win. can i have my fun now?” he pants breathlessly.

“hmmm.. fine.”

the night lasted long and he had work tomorrow, but nanami wouldn’t have it any other way. not when a small box containing a shiny ring sits waiting inside a hidden drawer in the house.

this.. idk how to feel. i saw scrumptious art and had the urge to write lovey dovey bf!nanami ♡ hope u guys like it^.^

part 2(?) here !

i know nanami’s only 27, but i can’t help but think that he’s probably got a lot of “old man” traits that he’s acquired one way or another. maybe life made him that way, maybe he chose to act like he is in his 40s and not late 20s, but either way, having him around would be a very interesting experience to say the least because i’m pretty sure he…

he complains like a seasoned retiree. he’s got that heavy sigh, rubs his temple routine down to an art. the kind of man who mutters, “i’m too old for this,” when he’s only been awake for ten minutes. if you suggest staying out late, he just looks at you like you suggested committing a crime.

he has a very specific way of doing things. nanami doesn’t just go grocery shopping—he has a route. he knows which brands he likes, which cashier is the fastest, and he refuses to go on weekends because “that’s when the amateurs show up.” he folds his laundry a certain way, and god help you if you disrupt his system.

his idea of “treating himself” is so dad-coded. nanami doesn’t do impulse buys—when he does spend money on himself, it’s always something practical. “i finally got those orthopedic insoles” or “this is a quality briefcase; it’ll last a lifetime.” and he probably has one (1) expensive pen that he never lets anyone borrow.

he dresses like he’s ready to scold someone for stepping on his lawn. pressed slacks, polished shoes, dress shirts with the sleeves neatly rolled up. casual wear? good luck catching him in it. even his loungewear is suspiciously put-together—like, who wears an actual button-up pajama set in 2025? nanami kento, that’s who.

he drives like a dad. he never speeds, always uses his turn signal, and complains about “reckless drivers” while driving exactly the speed limit. the kind of man who refuses to start the car until everyone has their seatbelt on.

oh, and dating nanami as someone younger than him would be an experience. he already acts like he’s in his 40s, so the age gap (however small) feels so much bigger because he refuses to let loose. but deep down, he wants to—he just doesn’t know how. so to be in a relationship with him is to get used to stuff like this;

he sighs like he’s raising a teenager. if you stay up too late? heavy sigh. if you forget to bring a jacket? exasperated sigh while taking off his coat to drape over your shoulders. if you tell him about a reckless decision you made? pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs like you just told him you totaled his car. but beneath all that dramatic suffering, there’s genuine care. you might get an “honestly, do you have no sense of self-preservation?” but it’s followed by him adjusting your scarf, making sure your shoelaces are tied, and keeping a steady hand on your back when crossing the street.

he pretends to be annoyed by your energy, but secretly loves it. he acts like your enthusiasm exhausts him, but if you ever stopped being excited around him? he’d miss it desperately. when you drag him to try something new, he’ll complain the whole time (“this is a waste of money”), but afterward, he’ll admit—very quietly—that it wasn’t that bad. he likes how you remind him to enjoy life in ways he never lets himself. he’ll never jump in recklessly, but if you say, “just trust me,” he’ll hesitate… then sigh… then go along with whatever nonsense you’re up to, even if he acts like he’s suffering the entire time.

he acts like a responsible adult, but enables your habits in secret. “you shouldn’t be drinking so much caffeine.” and yet, the next morning, there’s an extra coffee waiting for you. “wasting money on little things adds up.” but somehow, that limited-edition item you wanted just magically appears on your desk. he talks a big game about being responsible, but when it comes to you? he has no self-control.

he takes care of you like an old-fashioned gentleman. he opens doors, walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, and insists on carrying heavy things for you. not because he thinks you can’t—just because he wants to. he likes taking care of you, even if he pretends it’s just out of obligation. if you try to carry something heavy, he just looks at you. doesn’t even say anything. just crosses his arms and waits for you to give up and hand it to him. if you call him a gentleman, he’ll scoff, “that’s just basic decency.” but if you really gush about it, you might catch the tips of his ears turning pink.

he thinks trendy slang is ridiculous. you use modern slang just to see his reaction, and it never fails to make him sigh like he just aged ten years on the spot.

“nanami, be so for real.”

“…so for real what?”

“you should just trust the process.”

“i’d rather not.”

if you ever jokingly call him “king” or “bestie” he’ll give you the look. he pretends he doesn’t care, but if you say something really out of pocket, you might actually get him to break character and let out a very exhausted, “what does that even mean?” (you’re keeping track of all the slang that makes him react the most so you can use it strategically. it’s your favorite game.)

he secretly likes when you cling to him. nanami acts like he’s too mature for overly affectionate behavior, but the first time you loop your arm through his or rest your head against his shoulder in public, he freezes. clears his throat. tries to pretend he doesn’t care—but his hand naturally comes to rest over yours, holding you there like it’s second nature. if you ever hug him from behind or whine “but i missed you,” he won’t admit how fast his heart is beating, but he will sigh and say, “i was gone for twenty minutes.” doesn’t matter. he still lets you cling to him as long as you want.

he plans the most responsible dates, but lets you drag him into chaos. nanami’s idea of a date? a nice dinner, a quiet café, maybe a bookstore. nothing loud, nothing unpredictable. your idea of a date? “let’s go to an arcade.” “let’s take a random train and see where we end up.” “let’s sneak into a rooftop at night.” he knows he should say no. but when you look at him like that? sigh. fine. “but if you get into trouble, i had no part in this.” (he’s definitely bailing you out of trouble five minutes later.)

he absolutely dads you when you get hurt. if you get a tiny scrape? nanami reacts like an overprotective father. “what happened?” “let me see.” “you need to be more careful.” and you’re like, “it’s a paper cut.” but he’s already pulling out a bandaid (which he definitely carries with him, because of course he does). if you ever get seriously hurt? he’s scolding you while carefully patching you up. “you’re too reckless.” “next time, call me.” but his hands are so gentle, and he won’t leave your side until he’s sure you’re okay.

he adores when you fall asleep on him. you knock out on his shoulder? he won’t move. his arm is numb, but he doesn’t dare wake you. if you fall asleep on his lap? his hand naturally comes up to run through your hair. if you curl up in bed and mumble “stay with me,” he’ll sigh, say something about how he has work in the morning… and then stay anyway. and if you ever catch him staring when you wake up? he’ll immediately look away. “you were drooling,” he lies. (he was watching you like you hung the stars.)

he acts like he’s too old for all this, but deep down? nanami loves you more than anything. and if loving you takes years off his life? so be it.

for the past 30 minutes you’ve been ranting to him about practically everything going on in your chaotic life. nanami is mindlessly flipping through the pages of his new magazine he had just received in the mail, listening to you ramble on about how much you didn’t like the way people perceive your favorite character! ugh how could they say that ? —

he’s humming to your responses, periodically letting out ‘ohh’ s and ‘rightt’ s. you stop yourself from continuing your babbles, “ah.. nevermind i’m talking too much again.” your body shifts, facing away from him before you grab your phone off of your nightstand.

he whips his head in your direction, “keep going..? i wanna hear the rest.” he responds in confusion. “it’s okay ken, don’t wanna annoy you too much hah..” you giggle softly before you feel his tight grip onto your palm. his thumb is caressing the soft back of your hand before twiddling with your wedding ring. “love hearing you talk though, married you for a reason didn’t i. what kind of man doesn’t want to hear his pretty wife’s voice hmm?” a small smile is plastered on his face, he’s looking at you so lovingly.

you press your lips against his, “you’re so good to me, whatever shall i do when you finally get tired of me.” you smile, a big laugh leaving your mouth. “not happening.” he replies smugly, peppering another dozen of kisses onto your lips.