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Crying, sobbing, weeping, and just tearing up at this heart-melting fic, I CANNOT 😭💖

tiredhusband!nanami x housewife!reader

Nanami Kento has always been a man of order, routine, and discipline—traits that extend into every facet of his life. Today, however, he's unraveling. You hear the front door creak open as his key turns in the lock, the sound accompanied by a long, drawn-out sigh. It's a sound you’ve grown used to but never entirely comfortable with, as though each exhale from him carries the weight of an entire day—a day spent fighting against the chaos of the world while he himself is methodically wound tight like a clockwork soldier.

You’re in the kitchen, hands deep in soapy water as you scrub a few dishes from earlier. The domestic routine you’ve built feels comforting, yet as you hear his heavy footsteps approaching, the air shifts. Even before he enters the room, you can sense the exhaustion emanating from him. He doesn't greet you with words at first, just the shuffle of his feet and the thud of his briefcase hitting the floor. It’s always like this—he comes home in a suit that looks perfect in the morning, only to return with his tie loosened and his shirt slightly crumpled. Nanami’s back faces you as he stands at the kitchen door, leaning against the frame for a moment, gathering himself.

"Welcome home," you call out softly, turning to face him, your hands dripping suds into the sink.

Nanami looks up at you, eyes tired but softening at the sight. His lips barely manage to curve into a smile, but it's there, subtle yet sincere.

“I’m home,” he replies, voice gravelly from hours of not speaking unless necessary. His eyes scan the room before they settle on you, standing there in your apron, your hair tied back in that familiar way he’s come to adore.

You wipe your hands on a towel, knowing that he needs more than just food tonight. You cross the room without a second thought, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. He stiffens at first—it’s instinctive, that tension—but then he melts into you, his back pressing into your chest, as if your warmth is the only thing keeping him upright.

“I made dinner,” you whisper against the fabric of his shirt, your cheek pressed to his back. "But if you're too tired to eat right now, we can just sit."

He inhales deeply, a slow, deliberate breath, as if trying to absorb you into his lungs, seeking solace in your presence. “No, I should eat something,” he murmurs, but his voice betrays him. He’s not hungry for food. He’s hungry for peace.

You reluctantly release him, watching as he slowly makes his way to the dining table. Nanami moves like a man who's spent all his energy on survival, and now, in the safety of home, he lets himself unravel. He sits down with a deep sigh, running a hand through his short, neat hair, his fingers lingering at the back of his neck as if trying to massage away the tension. His suit jacket comes off with a lazy shrug, revealing the white dress shirt beneath, the top two buttons undone, exposing the strong lines of his neck and collarbones.

You plate the meal, something simple but hearty, placing it in front of him before sitting down across from him. You watch as he picks up the chopsticks, his movements slow, deliberate. He eats mechanically at first, more out of habit than hunger.

“This is good,” he says, his voice low, though you know it’s more a gesture of appreciation than a commentary on the food.

"Thank you," you respond quietly, watching him, your gaze full of unspoken questions. You wonder if today was particularly bad. Sometimes, he tells you. Other times, he doesn’t. But tonight, his silence feels heavy.

He catches your look and sighs, setting the chopsticks down after a few bites. “It’s just…” He pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Some days, it’s like I’m pushing a boulder uphill. No matter how much I try, it doesn’t get easier.”

You nod, knowing better than to interrupt. His world—the dangerous, exhausting world of sorcery—was something you could never fully understand, but you knew its toll on him. Nanami rarely let anyone see him vulnerable, but here, in the dim light of your shared home, with the faint sound of the city outside, he allows himself to falter.

“Sometimes I wonder… if it’s even worth it,” he continues, his voice quieter now, almost as if he’s ashamed to admit it. “If all the fighting and the endless work, if any of it really changes anything.”

Your heart aches at the way he says it, as if the man sitting in front of you, who’s always been so sure of himself, is beginning to fray at the edges. You stand up from your seat and move to his side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His muscles are still tense beneath your touch, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Kento…” you murmur, using his first name, something you rarely do unless the moment calls for it. “It matters. It matters to me.”

He looks up at you then, his brown eyes searching yours, and you can see the conflict in him—the part of him that feels like a failure for even questioning his purpose, and the part that just desperately wants to believe you.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile honesty between you. "You come home every day, and that's enough. It’s more than enough.”

His hand reaches up to cover yours, warm and strong, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, and it surprises you. Nanami rarely apologizes—he never feels the need to. “I don’t mean to bring all of this home to you.”

You shake your head, squeezing his shoulder gently. “You’re not bringing anything here that doesn’t belong. This is your home, too. You can… fall apart if you need to. I’ll be here.”

Something in his expression softens, the weariness in his eyes giving way to something more vulnerable, more open. He stands up suddenly, pushing the chair back, and

before you can react, his arms are around you, pulling you into him as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. The hug is desperate, firm, and all-consuming, as though he's been waiting for this moment of relief all day. His chin rests on the top of your head, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, hear the low, rhythmic sound of his breathing. It’s deep, exhausted, but for the first time since he walked through the door, it feels a little lighter.

You let yourself relax into him, your arms sliding around his waist, holding him as tight as he holds you. There’s a quiet intimacy in the way you stand there, surrounded by the faint scent of soap and dinner lingering in the air. The world outside doesn’t matter anymore—just the warmth of his body pressed to yours, the solid feel of him reminding you both that he’s here, with you, safe.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice raw, full of a vulnerability that he rarely lets slip. His hand gently cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair with the same care he uses when facing down something dangerous—deliberate, careful, but strong.

You tilt your head up slightly to look at him, your gaze meeting his, and your heart aches at the sight of him. His usually composed face looks tired, his sharp jawline softened by the faint shadow of stubble. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark circles painting the skin beneath them, but they’re full of something deep and unspoken. Gratitude. Love. A thousand things he doesn’t have the words for, but you can see it all in the way he’s looking at you now.

“You deserve everything, Kento,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but you know he hears you. You reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over the rough stubble there. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as though he's savoring this small, simple act of affection like it's the only thing keeping him tethered.

For a long while, neither of you speak. You simply stand there, holding each other, letting the silence fill the space between you. It’s the kind of silence that doesn’t need to be broken because the comfort you find in each other’s presence speaks volumes. The weight of his day starts to lift, piece by piece, as he feels the warmth of your love wrapping around him.

After a few minutes, you gently pull back, though you keep your hands on his arms. “Let’s go sit down,” you suggest softly, and though you can see the reluctance in him to let you go, he nods, agreeing wordlessly. You lead him to the couch, and as you settle down, he follows, pulling you close to his side almost immediately. He sinks into the cushions, his arm draping over your shoulders as you curl into him, your head resting on his chest. His fingers idly play with the strands of your hair, the motions slow and methodical, as if it’s soothing for him as much as it is for you.

The soft glow from the living room lamp casts a warm, golden hue over the room, making the shadows seem less daunting. The sound of the city outside has faded into the background, leaving the two of you wrapped in the kind of quiet that only exists in moments like this—intimate, unhurried, peaceful.

“Sometimes…” Nanami begins, his voice low and rumbling beneath you, “I don’t know how you do it.”

You blink, turning your head slightly to look up at him. “Do what?”

“Handle all of this,” he says, his brow furrowing slightly as if he’s still trying to understand it himself. “I come home like this—tired, worn out, barely holding myself together—and you’re just… here. Strong. Always knowing exactly what I need, even when I don’t.”

You give him a small, soft smile, your fingers trailing lightly over his chest. “I love you,” you say simply, as if that alone explains everything. And in a way, it does. "It’s not about knowing what you need all the time. It’s about being here with you, no matter what. I know you’re strong, Kento. But you don’t always have to be.”

His lips twitch into a half-smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. There’s something vulnerable in his gaze, something that makes you realize just how much he’s been holding in. “It’s hard to let go of that,” he admits, his voice quieter now, as if he’s confessing something he hasn’t said out loud before. “I’ve spent so much of my life being strong for everyone else. It’s… strange to not have to do that here.”

You reach up, cupping his face in both hands, your thumbs brushing softly over his cheekbones. “You don’t have to be strong here,” you whisper, your voice firm but gentle. “You can just be… you. That’s all I need.”

For a moment, his expression shifts, and you see a flicker of something almost fragile pass through his eyes. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You make it sound so easy,” he murmurs, his voice rough, like he’s fighting to hold something back.

“It’s not easy,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “But we can figure it out together.”

His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as though he never wants to let you go. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he breathes, the words heavy with sincerity. There’s something raw in the way he says it, a vulnerability that makes your heart squeeze.

You reach up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead before you press a soft kiss to his lips. It’s a tender, lingering kiss—one that doesn’t ask for anything more than this moment. When you pull back, you rest your hand against his cheek, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw.

“You won’t ever have to find out,” you say softly, your voice steady despite the emotion welling up in your chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Nanami exhales deeply, as though the weight of the world has been lifted just by hearing you say that. He leans back into the couch, pulling you with him, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers together. His grip is firm, grounding, like he’s reminding himself that you’re real, that this is real.

For a long while, the two of you sit there in comfortable silence, your head resting on his chest as his hand strokes your hair. The rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you is steady, calming, and you can feel the tension in his body slowly ebbing away, replaced by a sense of peace that only comes when he’s with you.

“I love you,” he murmurs after a while, his voice soft but full of quiet conviction.

“I love you too,” you reply, your fingers tracing small circles on his chest.

And in that moment, with the world outside fading into insignificance, it’s enough. The weight of his exhaustion, the stress of his day, the endless battles he fights—they all melt away when he’s here, with you, in the quiet safety of your shared life. He doesn’t need to be anything but himself, and for the first time in a long while, you can feel him truly let go.

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musei-thoughts · 2 months ago

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Nanami, my hunny ☺️💖

nanami mhm mhm yeah yes mhm mhm

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musei-thoughts · 3 months ago

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ushijima wakatoshi gets married at 32 and is slightly overwhelmed by the intimacy of someone sharing his family name. he thought he had experienced everything: toothbrushes next to each other, laundry with your whites mixed with his, the almost empty bag of rice that he reminds himself to get another of after practice. what he doesn't realise is how tender it feels when someone calls out for "ushijima-san!", and you react because that's your name, too. the neighbours who greet you in the lift, the dentist where wakatoshi waits in the reception, even electricity bills titled to you, because now ushijima doesn't just refer to him.

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musei-thoughts · 3 months ago

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Please stop and listen to our painful story and help me save the family 🇵🇸🇵🇸

Help me get my father and mother out and secure their lives

The story of my father and mother who suffered from illness and lived under the wall of a tent

“The tent was their only shelter. Its winter wall was made of threadbare fabric that did not protect them from the cold or summer heat. Inside, they were lying on a thin mattress, two defeated bodies suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure. They woke up every day to the sound of chronic pain and dreams. That relaxes with every breath.

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musei-thoughts · 3 months ago

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cats and cuddles

-> pairing: himajima gyomei x fem!reader.

-> cw/ tw: none

-> wc: 480

-> an. thank you for your patience for this story, yena has been constantly saying to her that the world owns her more gyomei fan fics so I have come to give her more :3 Love you all and enjoy the fluff <3

main masterlist. | kimetsu no yaiba masterlist.

✎ xoxo, viz

A gentle breeze of the wind calmly moves through the air as a young woman slowly brings a pot of piping hot tea. Three cups and a few lightly sweetened treats for her fiancée, his sweet but not so little tsuguko, and herself.

While walking through the halls to reach her dear lover and his student, loud gun shots could be heard in the not so far distances. A small chuckle could be heard from the woman as she approached, knowing the sound was from her lover’s tsuguko.

Once the young woman made it to the estate’s training grounds, she smiled at the two young men’s training session. Her fiancée, the stone hashira, was diligently ‘watching’ over his tsuguko’s training, helping him perfect his shots and swordsmanship.

“Take a break you two, I have some tea and sweets. I’m sure the cats would love to spend some time with you both as well.” The young women spoke in a gentle yet assertive tone that got their attention, five cats purring and rubbing against her legs happily in anticipation of the coming cuddles they’d receive.

The older man, who held the title of ‘Stone Hashira,’ chuckled at her request while ushering the young boy towards his lover to take a well deserved break. The young tsuguko quietly snacked on the homemade sweets as the stone hashira greeted his smaller fiancée with a warm kiss, the cats around her legs moving towards the older man’s legs.

The three sat down in the shade of the estate due to the brightly shining sun blinding the young woman and tsuguko while the stone hashira never had to worry about such small details. You know, cause he’s blind. When the tray was set down, the stone hashira brought his lover into his lap while gently rubbing her thigh therapeutically. Three of the cats sat around the couple while two of the tiny kittens sat on the young tsuguko’s lap, purring happily while their silky smooth fur was being stroked by the ecstatic and excited tsuguko.

A light mist from the waterfall at the stone estate cooled the area down and brought a sense of peace to the estate along with its surroundings. The energy couldn’t help but make the stone hashira silently cry and pray with such gratitude for this beautiful day with his beautiful fiancé, precious cats and dear student.

The young woman couldn’t help but let out a silent chuckle, her mouth curving into a gentle grin. She wiped her tears away from her dear lover’s face. He couldn’t help but hold her close as the three got to enjoy their break together. Cats purring as they relax together with their favourite humans.

What could be better than cuddling with your dearest lover, eating treats and drinking piping hot tea whilst spending time with our five adorable cats and my fiancée’s cute tsuguko.

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musei-thoughts · 3 months ago

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Ikr, he needs more love TT

Kinda sad that i barely see any Kiryu fanfics, is he really that underrated? :c sighhh

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musei-thoughts · 3 months ago

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WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

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musei-thoughts · 3 months ago

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Gotta admit the way you write midoriya is just so... Literally can't find the words to describe it. I had this scenario I wished to request of you it's okay if you don't want to do it. Midoriya with an significant other that hears people taking about them, not deserving of him and how they are using him for his fame and all, then he teaches them a lesson?

DEFENDING YOU the gossip around the office gets on his nerves a lil bit

with izukuuuuu :heart: + gn!reader

notes absolutely in love with this request ! thanks for reading my stuffs <3

a while after you were revealed as his girlfriend, izuku was faced with many backhanded comments about his relationship. sure, they were few and far between, but when they did happen he felt his self-control diminishing way faster than usual. especially if that person had the balls to say it to his face.

to be completely honest, he thought that everyone else should mind their own fucking business. he doesn't kid around when it comes to the people he cares about. the fact that he wants and needs you is enough.

but, nonetheless. people will still run their mouths.

it was another casual day in the office. you had the day off work and he was stuck at the agency headquarters, flipping through paperwork.

you were excited to see him. izuku had been holed up in work for what seemed like forever, and you were so happy to get the chance to spend time with each other during the coming weekend.

as you walked through the halls, you noticed the eyes following you. they were hard to miss, but they were part of the routine at this point. you soon found yourself in the elevator, head ducked as you pulled out your phone.

izu: you coming up soon baby?

you: yeah, i'm like 5 mins away

you: okay im in the lobby, heading up rn

izu: yayyy can't wait to see you, love :3

you smiled softly to yourself. when you looked up, the elevator was packed; all you could see were the backs of the seven or so individuals in front of you, pushing you into the corner. your stomach felt a little uneasy, thinking about how you'd have to tell these people to move to let you through, but you remembered izuku was on the top floor. there was no way they were all heading there.

the hushed voices of a few employees made your heart pound.

"you're talking about deku's s/o?"

"yeah! aren't they... i dunno. a little out of his league?"

"i'm saying! like i'd get it if they were maybe a model or something. but they're literally just a civilian. how disappointing is that? like uravity is right there."

"i'm sure they're just using him for his fame. he's in the field so much with other badass heroes, they probably barely get to see him. if deku wasn't deku, they'd dip in a heartbeat."

they all laughed.

you wanted to stop listening. flood your mind with meaningless thoughts to distract you. but you couldn't resist tuning in, feeding your insecurities and doubt.

the ding of the elevator saved you. they filed out of the elevator, leaving you with the cheerful jingle of the lift.

you were quiet as you walked down the long halls of the top floor, their words echoing in your mind. you knew they weren't true—and god, would izuku reassure the fuck out of you—but negativity was negativity. and negativity had a way of finding cracks and slipping through.

the giant glass doors slid over the tiled floor soundlessly, yet izuku's head popped up from behind all the papers and files at your arrival.

a huge grin bloomed on his face as he sped over to you, paperwork forgotten. "hello, honey. did you get up here okay?"

"yeah," you smiled and held up a takeout bag. "i got some snacks for us."

izuku's calculating gaze bore into you as he gingerly accepted the bag. "you alright?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head in confusion. of course he noticed. "yeah, i'm good." the last thing you wanted to do was stress him out even more.

his brows furrowed. he stepped closer to you, his hands resting on your waist. "don't lie to me, sweetheart." his tone was scolding but his eyes were gentle. "what's bothering you?"

you pursed your lips, sighing. "just a couple people talking about us, 'n how i don't deserve you—"

you felt him stiffen, his expression going cold.

"how i'm using you for the fame, blah, blah, blah." you forced a smile, trying to play it off in an amusing light. "you know, the usual."

izuku was tightlipped, responding only with a "hmm."

he was staring at the wall behind you, eyes narrowed as if he'd seen a villain or something. you knew that expression well.

you cupped his face, guiding him to look at you. "hey. it's okay, izu, i'm used to it. don't mind them, alright?"

izuku's gaze softened and he leaned into one of your palms, the other lifted off his face by his own hand. he pressed a little kiss to your wrist, rubbing his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you both walked out his office.

he decided to drop it, and just love the shit out of you as an apology for experiencing such disrespect. even if he did everything in his power to make sure everyone knew he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him, he still felt guilty when people attacked you.

he still had many questions: who were they, what floor did they get off, and how can i discipline them? he usually felt sympathy for when employees messed up, but suddenly... he wasn't against firing them all.

the ride down to the lobby was filled with many adoring employees who giggled at the sight of the pro-hero, a phenomenon you were also very familiar with.

soon, you were gliding through the lobby, so close to freedom when he picks up on the idle chatter he hates so much.

"i think that's them!"

"it is. woah, his s/o is way more dull when you see 'em next to each other."

izuku grit his teeth. his eyes glanced down to you, seeing the way you blinked and pursed your lips. he suddenly paused. you walked forward a couple steps before you were tugged back by his stationary hand.

you looked at him curiously. "izu..?" your eyes darted around, lingering on the three that said those things about you.

he smiled, bending over you as he kissed your lips gently, pecking your forehead as well. "why don't you go to the car, love? i'll catch up in a second."

you gave him a warning look, noticing how he was drifting to where the three sat. "izu... really, let's just go."

he kissed you again and your head was swimming. "i'll only be a minute, angel. go on." he pat your back and watched as you left the lobby. when he turned around his expression was completely different.

he walked over to the three people, who instantly straightened at his approach. they shared glances with each other, both a little scared and confused.

"hello." izuku smiled, but there was no indication that he was happy. "i'm deku, and you all are..?"

they meekly listed their names, to which izuku took mental notes and nodded.

"great. uhm, i overheard you talking about my s/o?" he cocked his head to the side. "please, i'd love to hear your thoughts." he chuckles. "i'm kinda obsessed with them, or whatever."

"o-oh..." they stutter and avoid his gaze, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "no, it was nothing, really."

"hmm? nothing?" izuku and his months of public appearance training only made him more intimidating when angry; the joyless smile he wore as annoyance bubbled through him was ten times worse then any outright show of anger. "are you sure?"

"yes! promise." one nods eagerly.

he laughs mirthlessly and the three weakly chuckled along, thinking they were out of trouble. leaning close to them, his voice dropped into a low hum. "i'd like to keep it that way, yeah? let's not make them sad just so you could feel like you have an opinion about something that does not concern you whatsoever."

the three held onto each other, eyes rounded with shock as they listened to the pro-hero before them.

izuku's head tilted ever-so-slightly. "well?"

they began to trip over each other with their agreement, yes, of course! we wouldn't dream of it. consider it done! whatever you say!

izuku flashed his famous smile. "glad we got that sorted out. and just so that we're crystal clear, if i—or anyone for that matter—catch you talking down on my s/o again..." he pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing in thought. "i'd hate to have to terminate your contracts... it's a lot of paperwork, you know?"

they shook their heads, bowing deeply to the pro-hero. "never again, sir!"

"great!" izuku chirped. "bye!"

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your leg bobbed nervously in the car, wondering what izuku was doing and if you should go in there and see for yourself. just as you were about to act, you saw his green hair bob over the cars beside you, eventually coming into view.

you exhaled in relief as he slipped into the driver's seat, sighing happily. he turned to stare at you, leaning dreamily over the steering wheel. you smiled, though your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"you're so pretty." he sighed.

"i—" you blinked, laughing. "thank you, baby."

"i'm so lucky to have you..." he continued, leaning over the compartment separating your seats.

you giggled, matching his energy. "mhmm."

he gave you a lopsided smile. "you deserve everything i have and more."

your face felt warm as you shy away from him, knowing why he was spouting all these affirmations. his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face. his hair brushed against your forehead as he captured your lips. he grinned at you when he pulled away, staring at you with such adoration.

"so..." you ignore your racing heart and try to regulate your breathing. "are you gonna tell me what happened?"

he squished your cheeks before turning back in his seat, starting the car. "nope!"

you smiled and rolled your eyes, uncertainties gone and doubt erased. in the end, you weren't ever bothered. and strangely, you never saw those three faces again.

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