#Nanami Kento fluff

[bjlipss]

— 22:22, blanket assistant .

nanami falls asleep in his office chair. again.

you find him there after dinner, glasses tilted dangerously on the bridge of his nose, a pencil still loosely clutched between two fingers. spreadsheets open, cup of now-cold tea by his elbow, and the faintest sound of a snore catching in his throat.

you stare at him for a long second.

then, quietly, you go fetch a blanket.

you drape it over his shoulders. he shifts, but doesn’t wake. still stubbornly upright, like even in sleep he refuses to slack off.

you crouch beside him, rest your chin on the arm of the chair.

“you’re gonna hurt your back, nana,” you whisper.

he doesn’t answer, obviously, but something about his expression softens. his brow unknits a little. you reach up, gently take the pencil from his fingers, and tuck it into the cup like it’s a pen holder. his hand twitches like it’s looking for something to hold, so you give it yours.

and then you just sit there, on the floor beside him, while he sleeps.

and maybe it’s silly. maybe it’s the smallest, most useless gesture in the world.

but nanami wakes up ten minutes later, blinking down at you, and says, voice still thick and warm with sleep:

“…were you guarding me?”

you look up. “no. you were guarding me. i was simply—uh. the blanket assistant.”

he smiles. slow and sleepy and soft. “i see. thank you for your service.”

and then he reaches down, gently pulls you up from the floor, and says:

“let’s go to bed. bring the blanket. blanket assistant.”

[tojis-girl]

husband!kento who goes to the local pub on the weekends, right after work, with his friends. he sips drinks after drinks, getting so drunk he can barely function.

husband!kento who makes sure to get back home at exactly 11:00 every time he goes out but one time he didnt.

husband!kento who got lost when trying to find a taxi to take him home, ending up wandering down some street absolutely pissed.

husband!kento who rings you after a few minutes of mindlessly walking, you pick up in a worried tone.

husband!kento who tells you that he just wants to go home to his wife but he doesnt know where shes went! he also tells you help him find her! silly guy!

husband!kento who then finally gets picked up by you, while you ramble at him saying hes a mess - hes staring at you lovingly. mumbling and sighing about how much he loves you.

husband!kento who passes out soon after but will 100% dream about you!

"love you so mush, my girll - always.."

[dollychou]

A NURTURING HUSBAND

𝓈ummary ʚଓ nanami kento is the most darling of husbands, even when his wife is an emotional mess at the moment.

𝒸ontent ʚଓ fluff! pregnant!reader. reader is rather hormonal ﾉ emotional. nanami is so loving and sweet with you.

✉️ ྀི . . this is not a very long piece but i've just been daydreaming about nanami as such a loving, doting husband for his pregnant wife and gosh, i just needed to write it :(

nanami is the picture perfect husband. he cares for you and tends to your every need without even a peep of a complaint. he spoils you so much that it's almost overwhelming — but you really have no gripe against it. he loves you wholeheartedly and you know it. he would pull down every star in the galaxy for you if you asked, and he'd do it endlessly.

and now that you're pregnant, he's been more attentive and caring than ever. you so much as let out a sigh and he's rushing to you, asking you how you're feeling, if there's anything you need, or if there's anything he can do for you. he always places a soft, delicate kiss to your knuckles, uttering a gentle 'i love you' each time.

these days, your hormones have been all over the place — one second you're giggling and giddy, and the next second you're bawling in his arms. the other day you were watching videos of cute little kittens on tiktok and then nanami walked into your shared bedroom and you started sniffling and gushing to him over the adorable creatures. in the next few seconds, your expression turned to one of annoyance as your harped on to your husband about how he wouldn't allow you to get one. he simply smiled, reminding you that you had never once asked him before for a pet kitten.

through your roller coaster of emotions, he has been so patient and lovely, caring for you and helping you ease any trouble you were experiencing.

"are you comfortable, sweetie?," he coos while he delicately rubs his hand over your bulging belly. he places a sweet kiss on it, humming softly to himself. he is always wondering and daydreaming about how pretty and cute your daughter will be when she's here — a reflection of the miracle you both created.

you groan in discomfort, shifting in the bed. nanami looks to you and furrows his eyebrows a bit in concern. before he gets the chance to say anything, you're crying to him, "ken, don't touch me right now! UGH! i feel so uncomfortable! when is this damn baby gonna come out of me?"

he lets out a small sigh as he makes you lean forward a bit as he positions a cushion behind you. "is this better, sweetheart?," he asks, fluffing up the cushion.

your eyes start welling up, a hand coming to cover your mouth. he notices the tears and his face turns to one of concern. "what's wrong? are you still uncomfortable? did i irritate you or anger you?," he asks.

you shake your head, sniffling lightly as you wipe away the tears that are streaming down. "no honey," you choke out. "it's just, i was so mean to you a second ago and you didn't even say anything. and-and, now you're taking care of me. you're just so sweet."

he gives you a gentle kiss, chuckling softly at your little outburst. he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and his hand comes down to wipe the tears staining your face. he cups your face in his hands and says sweetly, "sweetheart, it's okay. i understand how difficult it can be. you don't need to apologise. i love you."

"i love you too," you croak out, a tiny pout on your lips.

he drapes an arm around you, pulling you into his embrace. there's a comfortable silence that falls between you two, his hands rubbing up and down you as a means to bring some comfort. you peer up at him, a doting look on your face. he looks back down at you, wearing the same sweet expression. "anything the matter, sweetheart?," he says, placing a soft kiss to your temple.

"no," you answer, trailing your finger over his torso. "i'm just wondering if our baby will have your eyes or mine."

he hums as he ponders on the question for a bit. "well, i really hope she has your eyes. you've got the prettiest ones i've seen and our daughter will be blessed if she inherits them too."

he hears you sniffling again and immediately asks you what's wrong, care and concern laced into his voice. you wave your hands dismissively as you squeak out, "you're just the sweetest man. it's too much." you bury your head in his chest, the tears soaking his top. a tender smile spread across his lips as he caresses your back while you sob.

it's been a tumultuous ride recently, with your emotions and hormones all over the place. he can't imagine how onerous it must be for you. but if there's anything he can do to help you through it all — no matter how small or big — he'll do it for you. all while wearing that delightful and pleasant smile on his face.

© all works belong to dollychou. do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[camarei]

“we shouldn’t be doing this...” kento breathlessly muttered in bed.

“hm? do you not like it? do you want me to stop? we’re just having a great time.” you reply as you rub his chest, your touch so soft and gentle it made him forget what he was worrying on.

“i do like it. it’s just... feels unethical.” he retreats from your hold for a few seconds then came back to lean in again.

“i don’t think cuddling with your wife is considered ‘unethical’, baby.” you kiss his forehead, nuzzling his face on your neck as you pat the back of his head.

“yes, but i’m sick. what if you catch it?” he whispers, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“if snuggling with my husband would be the cause of my flu, i’d gladly accept it.” you let out a soft giggle as your free hand slithers on his back, massaging little circles on it.

after a few days, kento got better. and then there you were, sick in bed. but no worries! he’s there to take care of you like how you did to him.

[itelya]

Nanami always pays for everything. A complete pushover. The restaurant bill, your classes, your hygiene products, sometimes even part of your rent. Every time, he's the one who pulls out the card, as if it were the most natural thing to do. And even though he does it without hesitation, it weighs on you.

He often tells you that you deserve it all, that you're his priority. That he can more than afford to buy things himself. He says it with such sincerity that it's almost soothing. Almost. Despite his words, guilt whispers to you that he's giving too much and that you're taking advantage of it.

Every time, you thank him. With smiles, tender gestures, grateful 'thank yous'. But deep down, you have this need to give back even a little of everything he gives you. To show him, in your own way, that you love him as much as he loves you.

So you decide to give him a gift. Not something you buy, something you can find in stores or online, not something expensive. Just something personal, real, sincere.

So, you poured your heart into a handmade notebook, filled with photos of the two of you, of him, of shared memories. On each page, a little note, a handwritten memory, surrounded by sweet and simple decorations. You added a letter at the end, filled with your feelings for him, and a bracelet you woven in his favorite colors, delicately attached to the notebook. Then, a small bouquet of paper flowers, all wrapped in a discreet, modest ribbon.

That evening, after yet another dinner he paid for without paying, you went to his house, the gift in your hands. He didn't suspect a thing. When you handed it to him, he looked at you with slight surprise, then gently took the package.

He opened it slowly. His eyes scanned the pages. And then, a smile appeared on his face. One of those he didn't often show. A sweet, rare, sincere smile.

"You didn't have to do all that..." he murmurs, his voice a little lower with emotion.

You lower your head slightly, embarrassed but happier, your cheeks a little warm. "I wanted you to know how much you mean to me... and to thank you. It's not much, but it's all I did with my heart."

He places the notebook next to him and moves closer. And before you can say another word, he takes you in his arms. A long, gentle hug, his scent invading you and reassuring you.

"You make me so happy, you know?"

You smile against his shoulder, realizing it more and more, but you're so happy with him too.

"I should be the one saying that."

a/n: i love nanami sm omg.. ⟢﹒ masterlist

[mahowaga]

the door clicks open with the sound of keys you know by heart.

you don't look up right away—you're in the kitchen, barefoot, the lights low, the soft hum of a jazz record curling through the air like incense. the smell of tea lingers from earlier. the night outside is velvet, draped across the windows like a hush.

kento steps inside, quietly, carefully. you hear the soft rustle as he sets his briefcase down, removes his coat. the sigh he releases is heavy—bone deep.

and then he sees you.

you're standing near the kitchen counter, arms crossed loosely, a cup half-full with something forgotten in your hand. the moment your eyes meet, your body relaxes by instinct, like a flower tilting toward the light.

"hi," you say, voice soft, like you're afraid to disturb the quiet between you.

"hi," he replies, stepping closer. his tie is loose. his shoulders are tired. but his eyes—they warm immediately at the sight of you. "i didn't think you'd still be up."

you smile gently. "i was waiting for you."

he pauses, then says nothing. just walks forward and cups your cheek with his hand, thumb brushing beneath your eye like he's grounding himself in you.

he leans in. kisses your forehead.

you curl your fingers into the front of his shirt. "you made it through another day."

"barely," he exhales. "but yes."

and then—without thinking—you set the cup down and take his hand in yours. his fingers fit into yours like they always have, like they always will.

"dance with me," you whisper.

his brows lift slightly, almost amused, almost surprised. "now?"

"now," you say, already drawing him into the center of the kitchen.

the record spins lazily in background—an old ella fitzgerald tune, soft and wistful. no grand crescendos, just a low, crooning hush like a lullaby. there's no choreography, no practiced steps—just the quiet push and pull of two people who have moved through life beside each other long enough to know how to follow.

you rest your cheek against his chest.

kento exhales slowly, pulling you in. one hand settles at your waist, the other pressing gently against your back. his touch is careful, reverent. you sway together, nothing more than a gentle rock in the stillness.

he smells like his cologne, worn and faded from the day. there's tension still in his body, but it begins to melt—slowly, like sugar in tea—as the minutes drift by.

"long day?" you murmur, your voice muffled against him.

"the longest," he admits. "i think i forgot what silence felt like. until this."

you tilt your head to look up at him. his jaw is soft now, his eyes unfocused, not watching anything in particular—just feeling.

"sorry i can't give you the silence," you tease quietly.

he looks down at you. "you are the silence."

you blink.

"you're the stillness after the noise," he continues, his voice low, vulnerable in the way only he can be with you. "you're the reason i keep walking through it."

the music fades into the next song—still soft, still slow. neither of you moves to stop.

his hand slides up your back, gently cradling the nape of your neck as you sway. you let your eyes close, breathing him in, letting the moment wrap around you like a blanket.

"i love you," you whisper.

he leans in and kisses the top of your head, lingering.

"i know," he says, voice full of the same calm you've always brought him. "i love you, too."

and there, under the soft lamplight, in a kitchen that's seen both quiet mornings and stormy nights, the two of you dance—not for anyone, not for show, but just for each other.

just to remember the rhythm that was always yours.

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[c4toru]

nanami reassuring his yapper wife :c

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.

a/n : i always feel like this so i decided to write something cute to make myself feel better lol | likes & reblogs appreciated !!

[ohmy-gojo]

its lunch break when nanami receives the mugshots of his 3 year old daughter.

as he was eating the delicious bento you made for him, he saw his phone ping with the special notification sound he set for you. instinctively bringing a smile on his face since he was just thinking about you (when was he not)

he thought you sent him the daily random i love yous you always send or pics of you dressing up you guys' daughter in animal onesies (both of which never fails to fill his heart with warmth and turn him into a mushy mess)

however, the thing he didn't expect was mugshots of his little daughter

and oh it was a mugshot alright, with the monochrome filter, her holding her slate which read 'female, 3"11' and looking adorably guilty. there were total 3 photos taken from different angles too. captioned 'guilty'

the oddity of the.. situation made him laugh. whatever could his 3 year old daughter, who cant go to sleep without her papa tucking her in and who wouldnt stop crying when hurt unless her papa kissed her boo-boo, do to deserve this treatment?

he texted, why are you holding my princess in remand?

shes found guilty of eating the chocolates i planned on adding to the cake for dinner tonight. you replied

he chuckled. do you have any proof? surely, my daughter wouldn't do it.

i have proof! with that, you sent him a picture of a chocolate which had a bite mark of a certain 3 year old

see? your daughter is guilty and will be facing charges soon, unless you bail her out. you replied

he raised his eyebrow. how?

by bringing a new cake from the downtown bakery of course. i also could use some of their other sweet treats :D

he let out a snort. is that so? im starting to think this is all just a plan of yours to bag those sweets by using my princess.

he saw the bubbles going on and off for some time and smirked. he got you there

careful now, i could still imprison her for life. the choice is yours )):<

he huffed. you are impossible, he thought amused

alright, you will get what you want. so i expect my daughter to be released.

scarcely after a minute, he received a selfie of you both smiling innocently as if nothing happened done. we will be waiting! love you<3

he let out another chuckle. you both sure do manage to light up his life. he lovingly smiled at the picture you sent him, eyes full of affection. love you both too❤️

well, looks like he will be paying a visit to the bakery, after all he cant just let his daughter be jailed.

[pseudowho]

"--need to go--" kiss "--just for a minute, let me--" kiss "--go to the bathroom, I--" kiss "--god, you're a menace, I'll lift you onto this counter, and you'll stay there until I get back--" giggle, kiss.

You whispered filthy whispers against Kento's lips, playfully dragging him back to you by the collar each time he tried to release himself.

Half-huff, and half-kiss, he grumbled and spun you around as you laughed, gripping your hands behind your back and pressing you forwards against the counter.

"--unhand me, wife, or I'll tie you up--"

"--don't threaten me with a good time, Kento--"

"--truly-- truly incorrigible woman--"

You laughed again, arching back against him, and pressing his cock into the crease of your barely-covered arse until he moaned; in annoyance, or lust? You weren't sure. Perhaps both. You had the bit between your teeth.

Kento wouldn't put up with your shenanigans for much longer. He slapped your arse, jiggling it with a growl, and dashed past your swiping hands to the bathroom. You whined, then sighed to the sound of his victory chuckle, the bathroom door clicking closed behind him.

Silence-- for 30 seconds. A minute. Two minutes. Three. You called out, smirking.

"Doesn't take that long to pee, Ken--"

The bathroom door clicked open. A low, mulish grumble sounded from within.

"I...can't go."

You frowned, stifling a laugh. "What?"

"I can't go. I'm too hard. I...can't pee."

Bursting out into laughter was your downfall, and it broke down into panicked squeals as Kento stomped out of the bathroom after you, his lap tightly tented over his cock.

He tossed you onto the sofa, dragging you back by the legs when you tried to wriggle and escape, and pinning you beneath him with nuzzled growls to your throat.

"--thorn in my side-- too erect to piss, and other problems my wife causes--"

"--oh, no, whatever can we do to fix this--"

"--you're talking too much and wearing too many clothes, as usual-- come back here-- certainly one thing we can do to fix this, madam--"

[dollychou]

nanami loves to have your fingers in his hair. he loves how delicate and gentle you are, softly stroking his hair while he's either got his head on your lap or simply sitting next to you in your shared comfortable silence. every time you do so, he feels that all the burden and stress he was harbouring earlier in the day just dissolves the moment your fingers comb through his hair.

he absolutely adores when your fingers brush along his undercut. he doesn't know what it is — is it because he feels a little ticklish when you do so? or is it simply because it's you that's doing it, and you being the only person who can do so? whatever it may be, he just savours the feeling, always finding himself nearly lulling to sleep the second your fingers graze his handsomely cut undercut.

© all works belong to dollychou. do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[camarei]

kento just being attached to his pregnant wife’s stomach.

you didn’t even hear him get inside the bathroom, you only recognized his presence when you felt a hand snaking down to your stomach.

he carresses it with so much care, too—as if it’s so fragile that with one rough move, it would break.

whether you’d be lounging on your couch,—watching whatever filled your heart’s content, his hand would always rest on top of your belly—occasionally rubbing it so gently you’d fall asleep ‘cause of the soothing motions. just hearing your soft snores calms every part of his body...

he decided to try a trick he found online where husbands lift their pregnant wife’s stomach to relief them and when he found out that you liked it—he’s always doing it. following you around the house, holding your belly as if he’d die if he ever lets go.

kento who just can’t wait for his darling baby girl to be born...

[milkstick]

thinking about nanami with his muscular butt that you squeeze and slap every chance you get and it leaves him genuinely confused

── cw. non. fluff. body worship non explicit. playful. lc. ps.i wanna bite his ass.

you can’t help yourself.

you squeeze it.

slap it.

claim it at every chance.

and poor kento? he’s genuinely, hilariously confused, his sharp mind short circuiting under your relentless assault.

you’re in the kitchen chopping veggies for dinner, when kento walks in loosening his tie after another grueling day at jujutsu tech.

his slacks hug his frame just right and that butt, damn—is practically winking at you as he leans over the counter to check his phone.

you don’t think twice. your hand darts out giving his left cheek a quick playful slap, the sound a sharp crack in the quiet room.

he freezes mid scroll, his broad shoulders tensing as he turns his head, those eyes narrowing at you over his glasses.

“…what was that?” he asks voice low and measured, like he’s trying to solve a cursed technique instead of your obsession with his backside.

his brow furrows all serious nanami, and it’s so cute you almost squeal.

“just appreciating the goods,” you say grinning like a cat who caught the canary, and before he can respond you give his right cheek a firm squeeze, your fingers sinking into the taut muscle.

he jolts a faint flush creeping up his neck, and you swear his glasses fog up for a second.

“kento, how is this even legal? your butt’s a national treasure.”he blinks, once, twice, his mouth opening like he’s searching for a response in that overworked brain of his.

“i.. dont understand,” he says and the genuine confusion in his tone paired with the way he shifts, like hes protecting his assets sends you into a giggling fit.

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

[mahowaga]

WHERE THE PLUM BLOSSOMS FALL | N.K. — SERIES MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: you were born beneath a crown, nanami was raised beside a blade—two lives shaped in silence, crossing in the hush between breath and bloom.

PAIRING: general!nanami x princess!reader CONTAINS: slow burn, forbidden romance, angst, hurt/comfort, yearning, historical au, imperial court shenanigans, period, monarchy dynamics, political intrigue, court politics, non-sexual intimacy, mutual respect, power dynamics, repressed emotions, courtship in silence, loyalty and betrayal TEASER: here WC: 50.7k STATUS: ongoing WARNINGS: implied violence, depictions of grief and loss, character death, emotional manipulation, dubious morality, sexism

— CHAPTER INDEX

prologue — the years before the garden

act i — the appointment of a shadow

act ii — the weight of names

act iii — the crown ascends

act iv — the armor undone

act v — the garden endures

epilogue — the sound of laughter

A/N: please send in an ask or comment if you would like to be tagged! thank you to @gojover for being my biggest, and i mean BIGGEST, fan. her reactions were what drove me to complete this story, and i'm so grateful for her. i hope you adore this series as much as she does. (art by ykRRR23 on X)

[qardenofeden]

kento nanami was a man of unwavering patience and little indulgence. every decision, no matter how small, was carefully well thought out, so you were surprised when he proposed to you after only 3 years and 7 months.

as waves of sunlight illuminated your face, kento sat up in bed with a pen and a newspaper, his bare back against the headboard as he pushed up his glasses. he clears his throat when he feels you shuffle awake, one of his hands snaking its way into your hair.

“good morning, sweetheart.” his voice is husky, clearly just having come from slumber.

you groan against him, nuzzling into the sides of his torso, your cheeks resting against his abs, “good morning to the most wonderful man in the world.”

“you flatter me, my love.” he chuckles against you, and if it were up to nanami, he’d stay in this moment forever, the snug fit of your body against his aiding the sun in warming him up. he snaps the newspaper straight, directing your attention to the item in his hand.

“what’s that?” you ask, closing your eyes and pressing yourself further, as if magnetized.

“today’s word search. would you like to help me?”

you groan, sighing as you pull yourself together and force your eyelids open. you rub your eyes and yawn, mirroring his posture as you sit up and rest your head against his shoulder.

that’s when you see it.

the encircled words: me, my, marry, will, love.

“my love, will you marry me?”

full fic here

[moonymirah]

watching your beautiful boyfriend stand patiently, a bouquet of roses in his hand as he awaits your arrival.

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.