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Astarion x Dark Urge Chapter 14 Rating: E Tags: Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, two guarded people fall in love so hard it makes them stupid

Chapter Summary:

Shadowheart takes her job as medic very seriously, despite their leader's stubborn protests. Rose makes a concerning announcement during their strategy meeting. She reflects on the growing trust between her companions and wonders how many more secrets are lingering between them. Gale is acting strange, and the devious smile on Astarion's face might hint as to why.

Jewelry softly jingled as rings rolled at the bottom of their crates. Bottles of aged wine clinked together, cushioned by little more than loose fabrics. Each set of arms cradled an open crate of goods from the village, ranging from magical to mundane. The camp would be alerted well in advance of their arrival, if not because of their heavy footfalls then it would be because of Alfira’s humming on the way back. Gleefully, Wyll would change his gait from even steps to long graceful strides along the melody that surrounded them. He circled them with a bow, extending a hand towards Alfira to join him. His antics were enough to disrupt the bard’s humming with a fit of giggles. The neck of a bottle leaned dangerously over the edge of his crate.

“Careful!” Alfira gasped.

Rose skid to her knees, catching their precious cargo in her free arm before it could hit the ground.

Her shoulder did not appreciate this stunt. But the wine was saved!

They collectively breathed a sigh of relief, immediately followed by laughter.

“Sorry,” the Blade chuckled, taking back the bottle and gently laying it in his crate, “I got carried away by the spirit of the ballroom!”

“You were going to be carried away by the spirit of the river if this broke,” Rose teased. Pain shot through her arm as she pushed herself to her feet. Even with helpful hands extended to help her, she waved them off quietly.

“I’ll take another look at that shoulder,” Shadowheart commented as they continued their trek to camp, “and whatever it is that you’ve been nervous about, stop it. You aren’t doing yourself any favors leaving your wounds untreated.”

The assassin averted her gaze. The hidden presence of her scars stretched over her body, just by the mere thought. But the throbbing in her shoulder couldn’t care less about how much attention the hidden wounds were about to receive.

“Fine, but only the shoulder. Nothing more.”

“You shouldn’t have said that. Now I have to make sure nothing else is wrong.”

“Everything else is fine.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, dropping the matter for the rest of their travel.

If it wasn’t the disappearance of Rose’s tent that made camp feel off, it was definitely the way Astarion and Gale relaxed at their tents. They both held books in their hands but with varying facial expressions that hinted how intensely they were concentrated on their reading material. For starters, Astarion didn’t seem to be reading his book, but used it as an excuse to lounge outside and pretend he wasn’t trying to hear what else was going on in camp. There was a smirk across his face, and a devious glint in his eye when he glanced over at the returning party. The wizard had set up a stool as a makeshift table where he scribbled a quill into parchment, refusing to look up from his work. His cheeks looked redder than usual but Rose couldn’t make out if it was due to anger or some other expression. When Gale chanced a look up from his work, his face flushed at the sight of the group, and quickly returned to his writing.

Huh, that was…odd.

Lae’zel approached and stood at the ready like the trained warrior she was.

“I rested, as instructed,” she announced to Rose, “and completed the task you assigned to me.”

“Did you slaughter an ant hill while we were away?” Shadowheart teased, “I know they can be vicious in large numbers.”

“I do not know what this ‘ant hill’ is but your tone is clear that this is not a worthy enemy. I wouldn’t waste my time on such things.”

Lae’zel’s snarl gave the cleric her achievement, and a satisfied smirk stretched over her lips. Rose jabbed an elbow into Shadowheart’s side, shooting her a warning look.

”Where’d you move my tent to?” She asked, realizing her tent could be literally anywhere at that point. She didn’t think to give Lae’zel specific instructions on the where, just the what. The gith extended an arm towards the bushes, where the top of a tent could be seen just over them. From the looks of it, her new sleeping arrangement was just off the path to the river, but still in sight of the others. She sighed with relief. “Perfect.”

The gith nodded, pleased to have finished her assignment to satisfaction. Unprompted, she began taking the crates out of everyone’s hands, stacking them carefully on the ground before hoisting them into her arms. It was always astounding that Lae’zel, despite her slim and sleek stature, was one of the strongest among them.

“The scouts returned some time ago.” Lae’zel explained as she adjusted her hold for more stability, “I would suggest speaking to them urgently. The wizard in particular seemed flustered upon return. I asked what happened but he wouldn’t say…which is odd for him.”

Great .

“I wonder what they got up to,” Shadowheart smirked towards Astarion.

The Elf’s head rested casually in his hand, looking past Shadowheart to their increasingly cautious leader. His smirk grew ever slightly, and he wiggled his fingers in her direction, as if innocently greeting her back from a long morning.

Gods, what did you do?

Her good arm was firmly tugged towards him. Shadowheart’s hold did not ease, but somehow she managed to swipe one of the wine bottles from the crates before the gith made off with them. The cleric was going to make good on her promise to examine that arm, whether Rose protested or not.

“Ah, my favorite traveling companions!” Astarion greeted them, though made no move to make room for them. “How was the village? Kill anything interesting?”

“Giant spiders,” Shadowheart answered, giving Rose’s arm another tug closer, “ this one had the bright idea to act as bait for the Queen and almost lost her arm.”

“Seems to be firmly attached. Though give it another tug, maybe it’ll come loose.”

“Other arm.”

Astarion tutted teasingly. Seeming to have his entry fee paid for by way of quips and gossip, he closed the red-covered book and adjusted the few pillows he stole from the grove. The cleric wasted no time pushing Rose down to them. At least she had the courtesy to let the assassin doff her own armor while the elves gossiped.

“Didn’t the goblins get a good stab into her arm at the grove?”

“At this rate, maybe she doesn’t want her arms?” Shadowheart uncorked the bottle of wine and poured it into a set of brass cups. “It’d be easier for her to ask Lae’zel to chop them off.”

“HA! What a shame, they’re lovely arms, too.” He held out his cup to tap her’s. “I’m still thinking about how they wrapped around—“

She pulled her drink back right before their cups touched.

“Ugh, stop. I didn’t bring her here for you to ogle at.”

Their words didn’t match the sounds they spoke. After more back and forth between her pointy-eared friends, she realized the tongue they conversed in was not the common one.

“I’m surprised the Blade of Frontiers was nowhere to be found while a Damsel was in Distress.”

“The damned Matriarch hatched half of its nest and surrounded us.”

When did they shift to speaking in Elven?

“You know, maybe scouting with Gale wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.”

Wait, how did she know they were speaking Elven?

“I wonder if Gale would say the same about you.”

She understands Elven?!

“Did you miss me that much, darling?” Astarion smirked, addressing Rose in the Common tongue.

She was staring. Hand frozen over the armor that now rested in her lap.

Could she speak Elven?

Did she want to try?-- No, no. Not yet. Keeping this info to herself could be…useful.

“Did you break our wizard?” she blurted out, taking the conversation by the horns and steering it as far from her sudden discovery as plausible.

“In what way?” He leaned towards her, pulling the armor from her lap and pushing it aside, “don’t tell me you’re the jealous type?”

He began to crawl closer, but a hand jutted out, holding him at its length. The cleric eyed him sternly, “I don’t want to be confined to camp the rest of the day, so how about you take a few steps back and let me work?”

He pouted, but settled for sitting cross-legged in front of them.

“I need you to take this off, I can’t really see what I need to.” The cleric gave her shirt a few light tugs, but made no attempt to remove the garment herself.

She looked over the campsite. Wyll and Alfira were chatting next to Gale, and Lae’zel was walking a crate of items over to his tent.

“Fine.” Rose tugged on her sleeve, hoping to limit how much of her shirt she’d be stripping. The pain in her shoulder disagreed. Greatly.

Shadowheart put a hand on Rose’s, stopping her from agitating the joint any further. “I’ll handle it.”

Astarion shifted how he was seated, managing his way closer to the two of them. The cleric didn’t stop him. She wondered if he did it on purpose, because she could tell that the rest of camp would have trouble seeing her bare front as Shadowheart pulled the shirt over her head.

”Oh hells,” she gasped, “well, that explains some things.”

Reflexively, Rose brought an arm over her stomach, hiding the scars. They looked worse in broad daylight. They weren’t faded, and stood out nastily against her flesh. Similar to the scars on her face and neck, these seemed to be new. Well, new er .

“Don’t make a fuss about it.” What she wanted to sound like a warning came out more as a plea. Her eyes narrowed, disappointed with herself. She grabbed the shirt from the cleric’s hands and covered her torso with it as Shadowheart abided by her wishes and focused on examining her injured shoulder.

“I presume you’ve already seen the scars?” the half-elf reverted back to Elven, briefly turning her look towards the other elf.

He didn’t answer. The cleric didn’t seem to mind as she scooted towards her back, following the marks in her shoulder left by the matriarch. The elvish muttering began, mentioning infection and a forming bruise.

“I still didn’t get an answer about how I supposedly broke the wizard,” Astarion spoke in Common, ignoring Shadowheart’s question entirely. But Rose wasn’t supposed to show she knew that, and forced back her smile.

“He’s all red in the face and isn’t making eye contact with anyone.”

“Mmmh, he seems to be just fine looking at Wyll. Although maybe he doesn’t think a stone eye counts as eye contact.”

“Astarion.”

“We were just having a casual conversation— you know, like anyone would when stuck alone for hours!”

“What did you say? ” She asked, slowly.

No answer, but his smirk screamed mischief.

“Nothing broken, but it’s going to be sore,” Shadowheart interrupted, “we’ll need to clean it in the river before doing anything else.” The cleric rose to her feet, handing the untouched wine cup to Astarion.

Rose narrowed her eyes one last time to the elf, who continued to revel in getting away with… something. Before Shadowheart could complain, she was on her feet and following after.

Everyone took a few moments to rest, eat some fish, and relax after the long morning. Except Rose, who couldn’t be afforded such luxuries. She sat in the command tent, updating her journal in the light that streamed in from the open flaps. Various thoughts tangled together in the mess of her mind, slowly making sense as they were transferred to the page.

A village that was long abandoned, now home to a horde of goblins. How long had they been there? It had to be recent, considering the grove’s concern. If the goblins had always been this close, they would’ve been more prepared to protect themselves and the refugees.

Shadowheart’s worship of Shar, a confession holding immense weight on their cleric’s shoulders. The goddess’s name was vaguely familiar as she wrote it, but nothing else bubbled to the surface. Perhaps she was familiar with the goddess in a similar sense as any other commoner would be. She wouldn’t linger on it, not now. With a shake of her head, she continued her musings.

Earlier, entering the village and testing their True Soul theory— what was that she felt earlier in her head? The tadpole bit her, didn’t it? Was she the only one who felt it? Did anyone else feel it but were too fearful to share such a detail? Her eyes wandered to the rest of the camp outside.

Secrets were the core of each person in that camp— perfectly understandable, considering they were total strangers. Well, not total strangers at this point.

Astarion and Shadowheart leaned against each other, snickering and gossiping behind their cups. Likely speaking in Elven as Rose had witnessed earlier. Gale sat with Alfira and Wyll as he examined the magical items from the village. Every so often, he looked to the bard and blade to add to whatever conversation they were having. Laughter filled the air of the camp. He didn’t seem to have issues with eye contact anymore, which was a relief.

How much were they still hiding from each other?

”Something troubles you,” Lae’zel’s voice snapped her back to reality. Her form partially blocked the light in the command tent as she stood at its entrance. Despite the sternness in her eyes, there was a hint of concern in her tone. Rose couldn’t help but smile. Not a tenday ago it seemed the gith couldn’t care less about the human’s troubles.

“Something always troubles me, isn’t that the nature of leadership? To be troubled?”

“Is that why you asked for your tent to be isolated from the rest?”

The smile disappeared. “Somewhat. Do you think it was an overreaction?”

“No. It was smart. If your nightly terrors continue, our position would be given away or you’d impede the camp’s rest. It was necessary. You’re thinking of the group, as a commander should.”

“I knew you’d understand,” Rose sighed, “gather the others, we need to plan our next move.”

With a nod, Lae’zel disappeared from the tent and made her rounds. She walked from tent to tent, announcing that the party had been summoned. Astarion and Shadowheart didn’t drop their playful demeanors, which irritated the gith enough to quicken her steps to Gale’s tent. The way that she became frustrated with the camp elves was as fascinating as it was amusing. Gale, Alfira, and Wyll gave her the opposite reaction. She was more relaxed upon returning.

”They’ve been summoned.”

Within moments, the party gathered in the cramped space around the map. Shadowheart per usual, pulled out her own map and handed an extra piece of charcoal to Rose. Gale gingerly placed the crate of magical items on the ground, lingering for a moment as his eyes fell to the boots she wore. Ah, she forgot to remove them when they got back. He didn’t say a word about it as he rounded the stone and stood across from her. A rolled piece of parchment stuck out from the crate. His notes, probably. She plucked it from the crate to examine briefly.

As Rose scanned the writing, everyone else in the tent shushed their conversations. With a nod, the parchment was folded and tucked between the pages of her journal. She looked to the faces of her team, straightening her own posture as she addressed them.

“The village had been destroyed long before the goblins had arrived,” she began, looking at Lae’zel, Gale, and Astarion as she filled them in, “acting as True Souls, the guards let us in and walk around as we pleased. However this Absolute worship works, the tadpoles are definitely connected. Which brings me to my first question to all of you. Did anyone else feel a bite from their tadpoles earlier today?”

“A what!?” Lae’zel hissed.

‘I’ll take that as a no.’

“When I used the tadpole to assert our place as True Souls, I felt a twinge in my head. Nothing has happened since, but those of us considering the tadpole’s potential need to be aware of the risk involved.” She looked to the gith, who was controlling her breathing, “Lae’zel, I want you to stick with me the rest of the day. Keep an eye for any symptoms that we should be concerned about.”

Lae’zel nodded. Still not relaxing, but her arms changed from seeking weapons to crossing in front of her breastplate. Rose continued.

”The goblins sent their forces up north to raid Waukeen’s Rest. I would hope this means the temple has weakened defenses. Gale, Astarion: what did you see?”

”Not much,” Astarion waved a flippant hand, “you couldn’t find a better vantage point, Lae’zel?”

The gith ignored him.

Rose looked directly at Gale. His face flushed, instantly. Gods damn it. Her eyes narrowed, side eyeing the elf who suddenly became interested in the meeting.

The Wizard cleared his throat, shaking through his flustered expression and doing his best to recite their findings as expected of him.

”We saw outside the walls of the temple grounds, but hardly any view into the courtyard. Although, I didn’t see a lot of goblins roaming about either. No signs of Sazza, but I did see Brynna and her brother help move some crates about the place. Along with an ogre. Which, might I remind, is the first we’re becoming aware of them— up to this point it was just goblins and Drow. If there is one ogre, there are likely to be more. I advise that we choose our moment of attack wisely.”

“Are we going to strike while their forces are thinned?” Lae’zel asked, eyeing the map, “did you two find another way into the temple besides the bridge?”

“Well,” Astarion chimed in, “there was a way over the river, littered with traps. Good thing someone was there to disarm them.” He smiled cheekily, waiting for praise. The silence was met with a pout. The elf leaned over the map, pointing to where he made this discovery. He was quick to move his hand away when Rose pressed charcoal to parchment. “There are some trenches to jump over but it goes around their guardpost. We could sneak right in, leave them none the wiser.”

“That’s one idea…what else?” Rose looked to the others surrounding the map.

Shadowheart’s eyes were trained on where the temple had been marked. “I would wager the temple has been abandoned just as long as the village. There could be structural wear and tear over the years. If we go inside we should be careful to not cause any collapse. Unless it suits our needs, of course.”

“It could be perfect to find another way into the temple that isn’t the front gates,” Wyll pointed out, “a weakened wall, maybe? And a temple— well those are built tall and with rafters. If those haven’t fallen, we’d be able to position ourselves advantageously to strike from above.”

Notes were added to the journal as the ideas began to flow— much smoother than their last strategy meeting. Shadowheart and Wyll went back and forth on temple architecture and the best spots for stealthy movements. Gale reminded them of the storm they weathered, which would affect the surrounding terrain and make sneaking into the territory tricky for a group of their size. Lae’zel suggested that this same storm could slow their army’s travel, buying them slightly more time before their forces returned.

“I want to know the layout of the temple before we do anything else,” Rose concluded. “I’m worried about what Sazza told them when she got back, what forces they have left to deploy, and we still haven’t come across a drow among the goblins. Not to mention: Master Halsin could be in there and have more answers about the tadpoles. Let’s gear up and head out. From what we know, they’ll let a True Soul waltz right in— and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

While the party was donning armor and packing supplies, Rose distributed the magical wares. Gale’s notes on the items were messily scribbled, but came with suggestions of who would gain the most use of certain items. Some of their magical properties were straightforward, like the weapons which were enchanted with more strength. She kept the boots on herself, and claimed the enchanted dagger. Lae’zel accepted the enchanted sword and a magical helm that Gale noted would boost speed. Specifically, he wrote ‘suitable for a front-line warrior, such as Lae’zel.’ Others were a little more involved, like a pair of bracers that could offer protection similar to a shield or armor, but only if the wearer didn’t have armor themselves.

Apparently, magical items had standards.

“Gale, I’ve got something for you,” Rose announced as she approached the closed tent with the bracers tucked under her arm. A mage hand peeled one of the flaps open.

Gale was adjusting the strap to his book holster, with a practiced gesture testing how practical the new length was in terms of reach. He had the fastest preparation of the whole camp, needing only his robes before they departed. Some days he spent the rest of the time studying their scrolls or writing in his tome. Seems like she arrived just at the tail end of his prep.

“Ah, I’ll be right with you,” he answered with a wave. He avoided eye contact, decidedly fiddling with the book holster more than necessary, “erm, you said you had something for me?”

Her eyes narrowed.

”What happened this morning? You haven’t been able to look at me plainly since we got back.”

His cheeks flushed, “Ah sorry it—” he cut himself off, pausing. “It’s nothing. Astarion managed to get under my skin, is all.”

“Does he know about your condition?”

“No! No, he— I don’t think he does.” The redness spread over the rest of his face, “not based on what he was saying, at least. He has quite the imagination, that Astarion. But imagination is all it is, nothing further.”

She didn’t like the sound of that. Whatever he ‘ imagined’ left Gale… in whatever the hells state this was.

“Fine. I’m giving you the bracers,” she held the bracers up by her face, forcing him to tilt his head to look at her properly.

“Really?” Awe washed over his face as his eyes shifted between the bracers and her face.

“Your notes were clear: anyone with armor wouldn't benefit from these. Seeing as you’re the only one without armor, they’re perfectly suited for you.”

He swallowed, reaching for the bracers with a hungry look in his eyes. Once in his hand, he examined the leather detailing. “You mean it, I can have this…? For—”

She placed her hand over his, further securing his hold on them, “for whatever you need. They’re yours now.”

“Thank you.”

He pulled the bracers to his chest, holding them closely with a heavy sigh. Rose nodded towards him, before turning on her heel to leave. Bright purple lights illuminated the inside of the tent, as the air vibrated around her. She whipped around suddenly, finding that it was Gale who was the source. The bracers briefly glowed, as did the marks on his skin that spiraled away from his chest.

“That hit the spot.”

Rose blinked at him, unsure if she should look at the wizard or the bracers that he was now sliding onto his arms.

“Well,” she did little to hide her surprise and confusion, “I’m glad I found something so soon.”

“Me too, I hope we continue to be fortunate this way.” he smiled, with more life reflecting in his eyes than earlier that day. “Sincerely though: I understand I’m asking a lot without many answers in return. I promise, in due time, all will be told.”

In due time. Maybe she should consider the same.

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hinasakuino · 2 years ago

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“You’re on my mind tonight…”

Nanami x Reader :) the one where Nanami falls in love with the bartender :)

Tags: @justmyownreality

Warnings: 18+ Minors dni :) Fem Embodied reader, dirty talk, oral (Fem receiving) Fingering, unprotected sex (vaginal penetration) aftercare with a pinch of fluff lol

10.3k of self indulgent Nanami Fantasy…you’re welcome :)

Nanami checked the time, it was almost one in the morning, the bar was clearing out, only the regulars such as himself lingered. It didn’t close till 3am but Nanami was determined tonight, he hadn’t seen you at all but something kept him glued to his spot, made him order another Bourbon Neat, and wait.

Ten minutes go by, he checks his phone, and pulls out his card to close out his tab. The bartender smiles when she sees the black card, she takes it and swipes it quickly, walking back with the receipts and a pen for him to sign.

��She doesn’t work until next Tuesday, her schedule is really weird but I know who you’re looking for,” The bartender says with a wink, she smiles at him, warm and friendly, Nanami chuckles back politely.

“It seems as if I’ve been found out,” He says with a shy smile. He looks away and chuckles lightly, slightly embarrassed that he’s been caught.

“Yeah well, pretty sure she likes you too, or the tips could be the tips you give her,” Nanami squints to read her name tag, he scribbles out his signature and then opens his wallet, placing two hundred dollar bills on the tray and sliding it to her.

“Thank you Nobara, you make a mean Bourbon,” He tosses the last of the drink back and stands, fixing the jacket of his suit, he hears her laughing and muttering about the tip and chuckles on his way out.

Nanami Kento was smitten, head over heels in love? Lust? He wasn’t sure but ever since he started coming to the Star Metro after late nights at the office, and was met with your bubbly personality and comforting smile, he knew he had to have you. What was supposed to be a one time visit turned into an almost obsession for Nanami, normally he can admit when he finds someone attractive and move on but he was drawn to you, almost as if you cast a spell and reeled him in because no matter what he always found himself thinking about something funny you’d say in passing the night before or if your hair was styled differently, what your scent of the night was, he sighs to himself just picturing the vanilla floating by as you tended to the patrons, you always made sure whatever he ordered was out first whether it’s food from the kitchen, or a drink you always took care of him, which is why he started taking care of you.

The first time he tipped over $100 had purely been an accident but after seeing the smile spread across your face & overhearing that you’d finally pay rent on time after being just under $100 short, he soon upped the ante, $100 turned into $200 turned into $300 until he found himself signing off on $500 every other night. He shakes his head as he heads back to his condo, thoughts of you still on his mind.

He knows he could’ve easily asked for some kind of contact information from Nobara but he wasn’t entirely sure she’d have given it to you, so he soaks in a hot bath, staring up at the ceiling praying that the time from now to next Tuesday speeds up.

*****

Nanami hadn’t been back to the Star Metro since that Thursday. It’s was now the start of a new week and after completing a grueling project, Satoru suggested he and the other coworkers come out to celebrate, Nanami normally would be excited but the place they ended up settling on was his sacred bar, Utahime had suggested it since they walk pass it damn near everyday whether they were leaving the office or going to it, Nanami tried to fight tooth and nail for them to pick a different place, but majority ruled and he found himself dreadingthe days end. It’s not that he didn’t want to see you, but he knew Satoru and Suguru were always placing bets on how many numbers they could get in one night and then that turned to seeing if they could pick up what they deemed the hottest chick at the bar, unfortunately you fell into the category and he wasn’t willing to share his special gem. So he sat and listened to the three of his coworkers bicker about whatever subject they moved onto, he drank his coffee and stepped out of the breakroom and headed to his office, he had work to do.

By lunch Nanami had called just to make sure you weren’t on schedule tonight, the same bartender from last time, Nobara assured him that she would be working all day and that you weren’t scheduled to work until tomorrow. After the phone call he sighs, that’s the reassurance he needed but why did he still have a bad feeling about this?

*****

Your phone buzzed once, then twice, and then a third time. You groaned as your hands searched for the device blindly in bed, frowning when you hadn’t reached the thing yet, you flipped the covers off of you angrily and a thump hit the wall notifying you that your phone was actually closer than you thought.

Your phone buzzed again, this time a phone call.

“Oh my god Nobara do you have any idea what time it is?” You complained while yawning, you sank back on the bed wrapping the covers around you, falling sideways, you blinked slowly, andyawned once more, your eyes began to close as you listened to her speak.

“First of all, it’s 12:45pm, secondly Mr.Tall dark and handsome just called looking for you!” That got your attention. You shot up in bed and looked at the phone in shock.

“You’re kidding,” You say, already picturing the man in his crisp suit, his blonde locks were never out of place and he always wore an emotionless expression, save for the times you’re there and he has to look away or duck his head to hide the blush and small smiles after you’ve cracked a joke or he’s listened into some of you and Yuuji’s banter.

“No, he called asked if you were working and I told him no cause I’m working all day and then he said him and some friends are stopping by after work, I don’t know if he was relieved or sad but if you want to see your boo, I suggest you get dolled up and bring your ass here during shift change. I’ll even stay and do most of the work while you flirt with him.”

“I don’t flirt with him!” You protested, but the flutter in your heart said otherwise. You stood putting the phone on speaker and going to look for something to wear for work.

“Well I don’t know he sounded kind of relieved when I told him you weren’t coming in, think he’s got a hot date?” Nobara asks, you freeze and glare at the phone.

“Nobara why would you say that, that makes me not want to come in,” You pout as your hand lingers on a pair of black shorts.

“I don’t know, sorry! It’s just odd he was looking for you last week and then called looking for you but whatever, I’ll text you if I see him, don’t worry about coming in,”

“I’m literally halfway dressed. I'll be there, don't worry,” You smile as you change into your shirt, it’s black and has the Star Metro logo on the back with your name on the front right side of the shirt.

“Okay well I’ll see you when you get here! Byeeeee!” Nobara cheers.

You hang up the phone and sigh as you slip into the black shorts, then you find a pair of matching socks and some tennis shoes.

Tall, dark and handsome, Mr.Nanami Kento. You sigh as you think of all the times he’s complimented you, always reserved and composed while you fumbled and stuttered out a reply. He showed up at the metro a few months ago. He was the reason you could still afford your apartment.

Still part of you doubted why the man took interest in you, you sat down in front of the vanity and took your bonnet off, getting ready to tame your curls.

Nobara’s call leaves you frustrated yet excited. You had told her and Yuuji that you didn’t want tall, dark and handsome but they insisted you needed him.

You roll your eyes just thinking about them so involved with your love life. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy seeing or even speaking with Mr.Business man, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said he intimidated you. The tips were one thing but calling to see if you were there? Whew you let out a sigh and finished off your hair, a simple bun, and moved on to your makeup.

After triple checking you looked pretty, you picked out one of your favorite scents, a simple floral smell, and you were soon out of the door, and on your way to work.

*****

Nanami tapped anxiously away on his keyboard as he finished up the last of the emails for the day, he tried to convince Utahime to leave him behind for this outing but somehow she guessed that he’d just leave and go straight home anyways, so she sat chatting with his assistant outside of his door while he pretended to do last minute revising and edits on documents that will get signed tomorrow. He’s closing out his tabs and turning off his computer when Satoru bursts into his office, Cheshire grin spread across his face.

“Oh NANAMIN! A little birdie told me you didn’t want to hang out with us,” He frowns and sits directly on the deck, knocking one of the trinkets over.

“Mr.Nanami sir, I tried to stop him but he just walked in, I’m so sorry,” Nanami waves his assistant away, she looks relieved and closes the door on her way out.

“Is it because Suguru is coming along? He does seem to attract a flock of women, but who care about that, tonight we shall focus on each other, think of this as a team building exercise, minus the exercise….and I guess the team building,” He looks confused as he speaks but continues , “That made sense in my head but hearing it out loud sounds kinda funny, anyway, I promise tonight will be fun, Suguru just slammed his door in my face but I’m sure he’s in agreement, this will give us all time to hang out.” Satoru says, a smug smile on his face. Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“First of all, I wasn’t trying to leave you guys, I had some stuff to take care of but I guess I’ll just do that tomorrow, I just didn’t want to go to a bar that was so close to our office, it makes me think of all the work I could be doing,” He lies, not nothing to meet Satoru’s eyes.

He sees right through the lie and smiles, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk.

“Utahime said she’s seen you leave that bar at like 1am, there’s gotta be something there worth your while if you stayed that late. If not something, someone, and I won’t let you ruin it by working yourself to death, so hurry up so we can go!” And with that, Satoru turned on his heel, opening the door and walking out to his office.

Nanami exhaled, and ran a hand through his locks, he still wasn’t sure he trusted Satoru let alone Suguru. He knows you’re not going to be there and yet here he was packing up his office, a big ball of worry rolling through him.

*****

Although it was a Monday, the bar was still packed for happy hour, you had just finished clearing a space at the bar, you wiped the remaining cleaner and placed the products under the bar sink before turning to Nobara.

“It’s a good thing you called me, can you imagine doing this all on your own?” You called out to her. She was making a drink but looked down at you and smiled.

“C’mon we’ve seen worse, remember when those rugby players broke out in a fight?” she asked.

You roll your eyes at the memory but laugh while nodding. It had been terrible damage to the bar and they lost a lot of stools that day.

You stood up, groaning from squatting so long and walked over to help her finish making the remaining drinks.

You heard the door open and the familiar chime of the bell, without looking up you shouted a greeting to the new group entering the bar.

“Welcome to The Star! Place your orders before we run out!” The group you just served cheered loudly as Nobara placed the last drink down and she high fived you.

“You’re so awesome!” She cries, and then hugs you.

“Oh my god get it together, we have work to do,” You tease but hug her back. Yuuji places an order of wings and cheese fries through the kitchen’s opening and calls out the order number to you.

“Here I’ll go serve this, you start on that group’s order,” Nobara says, she slips behind you and you grab the notepad and pen, going to the end of the bar.

*****

“Good evening, welcome welcome, what drinks can I get for you tonight?” Your voice has Nanami snapping his head up, he tries to hide the recognition in his face because he knows Satoru is looking at him.

“Oh hey,” You say casually to him, a warm smile on your face. “Bourbon as usual?” You ask, already writing it down.

“Uh actually we’re going to partake in today’s special with the highballs , buy two get two free,” Satoru interrupts before Nanami can speak. He watches you frown, and scratch off the bourbon order.

“All together or separate tab?” You ask, Satoru pulls out the company card and slides it to you.

“One tab, I’ll hand this over now, I tend to forget to pay, I don’t want to get stuck washing dishes again,” Satoru jokes, he succeeds in making you smile and Nanami can’t help feeling just a tad irritated but ignores the conversation.

“Any food tonight?” You ask again in his direction, he nods his head no, not trusting himself to speak just yet.

“What would you suggest?” Satoru’s voice is velvet warm and inviting, fortunately for Nanami, you don’t react the way Satoru expects, you pull out a menu and lean over the counter on your tiptoes to circle your recommendations. Nanami decides to check you out, noting the floral scent flirting over and invading his senses. Your hair is in a styled bun save for some curls that’s slipped at the nape of your neck, the uniform shirt hugged your curves up top, tied at your waist to reveal a hint of your skin, the black shorts you wore should be illegal for making your ass look so good,he groans internally. To be frank, you looked fine as fuck. He looks to the alcohol bottles lining the wall as he tunes back into the conversation.

“Mr. Nanami here is in love with the club sandwich, well honestly any of the sandwiches, except the roast beef, he chewed Mr. Fushiguro out for that one night, it was kind of funny to watch. Ummm other than that, though I’d recommend the wings one hundred percent especially if you’re drinking highballs tonight,” You finish with a laugh, Nanami can feel your eyes on him but he doesn’t look your way.

He does look at his friends, not even surprised that their eyes are shocked and on him. Aside from work and the occasional after work dinner and drinks Nanami’s kept his life private, he doesn’t know when he stopped hanging out with his friends, he supposes it was sometime after college when job offers started coming in. He sighs and rolls his eyes at them, ignoring their inquisitive eyes. Satoru looks away first and starts debating with Suguru the food they’d get.

In the end, Utahime orders wings, Nanami sticks with the club sandwich and Suguru and Satoru share a basket of fries.

*****

You sigh as you reach in the cooler for the four chilled glasses, Nobara comes back and takes two from you and starts making the highballs. They weren’t your favorite things to make but with the special every other Monday, you found it easier to make.

You begin stirring both cups after they’ve been filled with whiskey, counting to thirteen in your head, then you take the spoon out, tossing it into the sink next to you, You and Nobara work in sync because she tosses hers at the same time, and a couple of people at the bar start to cheer. You add the final ice cube and top it off with soda water, you stir both drinks once more and you and Nobara walk over to give the drinks to Nanami’s group.

“How much to play the pool tables?” The guy with the white hair speaks, you smile politely as you hand off the drinks, thankful that Nobara is there to answer, you turn on your toes and head to the back to deliver Nanami’s order straight to Megumi.

You frown when you slip past the door, something was definitely off about him tonight. You couldn’t place your finger on it but he was definitely being weird. You round the corner to the fryers so deep in thought that you almost miss Megumi sitting with a towel thrown over his shoulder, his hair net holds back most of his hair which had grown quite a bit since he’s started working here. He already looks annoyed when he sees the ticket in your hand.

“How many times do I have to tell you, there is no priority on food,” He groans when you’re standing in front of him.

“Please? It’s not even a big order besides, it’s for Mr-.”

“Nanami yeah yeah whatever,” Megumi snatches the ticket from you and stands and you smile victoriously, but thank him. Megumi knows Nanami tips well and sometimes you share those tips with the cooks because they’re the ones doing most of the work anyway.

“This guy fucking starving? Why does he want wings and fries? He gets fries with the club sandwich,” Megumi complains as he begins getting the baskets for the order ready. You take Megumi’s spot on the bucket he was sitting on.

“He’s with some friends, they all look like they just came from work or something,” You comment, picking at your nails. “And Nanami is weird. He usually talks but he was kind of rude. Do you think if I ask him if something is wrong he’d give an honest answer?” You ask.

Megumi doesn’t reply, he goes back to the fryer and pulls up a fresh batch of fries, dumping them in multiple baskets before starting up a new batch. Instead he pauses and stares you down before speaking.

“You can’t be back here if you’re not wearing a hairnet,” he says after a while, you roll your eyes and stand going to get a hairnet from the box on the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, annoyance laced in his words.

“Getting a hair net duh,” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing. Megumi puts a medium silver bowl down on the counter and looks at you.

“What?” You ask as you slip the hairnet on.

“Why are you back here, you know Yuuji wants you out front,” Megumi says. You roll your eyes and put a hand on your hip.

“You mean you want me out front? I can’t watch you make food all of a sudden?” You ask, plopping back down on the bucket. He frowns at you. You sigh and roll your eyes but stand up anyway.

“Fine, don’t know why you’re in such a pissy mood,” You snatch the hairnet off and throw it away.

“Don’t get mad at me, I don’t know what you want me to say about your will they or won’t they situation, it’s kind of annoying I finally get a break and you hand deliver these tickets expecting me to listen to your love life problems. You’ve got the wrong person,” He says. You ignore him, you forget how rude Megumi is when he actually has to do work.

“Whatever, let me know when the food is ready,” you say and then you’re stomping back to the front and almost run into Yuuji who is balancing food in one hand while trying to push them through the window.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, you smile and wave to him and watch as he presses the bell, Nobara on the other side of the bar gets the food and passes them out.

“What’s wrong with you tonight?” He asks. You shrug as you step closer to him.

“Guess who’s here tonight?” You say laughing as Yuuji’s expression lights up, “Nanami is here? Sweet, I should talk to him about investing in the business more, we’re getting so popular now that we have to stay closed on certain days just to make sure everyone is rested.” You nod along as Yuuji speaks with excitement.

It was true, ever since Yuuji took over his grandpa’s bar, things have been really hectic. He mentioned it to Nanami one night who then suggested making The Star Metro a business chain but Yuuji loved the family business aspect and felt that not everything could be duplicated. He was starting to reconsider, especially seeing how full his bar was on a Monday evening.

“Man if you branch out I might have to quit,” You joke, as always Yuuji’s eyes widen and he frowns.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, is it the pay? I can up the pay I promise,” You laugh and shake your head no.

“I’m only teasing, you know I’d never leave, this is kind of like my home plus your grandpa would be rolling in his grave if I went to work somewhere else,” Yuuji nods in agreement.

You had been working at The Star Metro for about 8 years now, starting under Mr.Itadori’s management and now Yuuji’s who took over shortly after turning 19 when his grandfather passed away. Mr.Fushiguro was already working when you started him and two other cooks, but they walked out after catching wind of Yuuji’s age so Megumi joined his father in work. It never really mattered to you, tips were good and you got paid but things were hard for Yuuji after the mass walk out. He hired Nobara, a classmate of his and she’s been with the crew for almost two years now. Other employees came and went but you didn’t mind helping Yuuji out with things you observed his grandfather doing, he was also constantly seeking you out to take the assistant manager position but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that, it felt like robbing Yuuji of what was left of his grandpa, so you stayed as a bartender to help manage things sort of from the distance.

“Thank god the old man hired you, I swear I’d be lost without you, Thank you for coming tonight! Even if it was to flirt on the clock, I’m sure Nobara appreciates all the help,” Yuuji teases.

“I’m not flirting with anyone!” You defend, you’re about to say something else but Megumi comes to you with a smirk on his face, food in hand.

“You’re definitely here to flirt,” He says and then turns around after placing the food on the counter.

“See even Megumi knows and you know he minds his business,” Yuuji laughs. You flip him off as you go to the door to bring the food out, he laughs and blows a kiss you roll your eyes again.

On the opposite side of the door, Nobara clears a bunch of empty cups. It's nearing the end of the rush, people are dancing while some play pool.

“Order of wings, basket of fries and a club sandwich,” You smile as you place each item in front of the group.

“Thanks love,” The guy with black hair says, your hand slips and you tense as your knuckles knock against his, you try not to pull back quickly, you glance at Nanami to see if he’s seen the accidental touching but he’s looking down already busying himself with his sandwich.

“We’ll be by the pool tables,” The guy with the white hair says. Nobara follows after the group with a set of billiards, explaining house rules and what they could get kicked out for. Your eyes then land on Nanami, a smirk on your face, you lean against the bar and smile.

“You don’t want to join your friends?” You ask. He stills and slowly makes eye contact with you, the tips of his ears are pink and he shakes his head no.

“Bad day at work?” You ask, trying to engage in some kind of conversation, but he doesn’t reply right away. Your smile drops and you stomp off to the opposite side of the bar, greeting the new couple that sits down.

For the rest of the night, you work on autopilot, your thoughts are full of Nanami and his coldness? No, you shake your head because he’s not being mean, just very weird. You wonder if your make up is too much or if your hair is styled incorrectly because you can’t seem to keep his attention tonight, your eyes drift to him and his friends, he moved to the pool tables after eating, they ordered another round of highballs and were now laughing and talking as they played pool.

The bar area was cleared after one of the longest rushes, it was finally over, Megumi shouted last call for food, Nobara made the announcement on the speaker. You walked to the back hoping he’d saved some wings for you. He did, he has music in his ears but he nods to you as he does his dishes, an apologetic look on his face after snapping at you earlier. You sit in the back for a while eating wings and browsing social media, Yuuji walks by face deep in the folder he’s flipping through a packet when he sees you.

“Oh, is Nanami still here? I wanted to go over some ideas if I were to do a second location,” Yuuji says.

“He’s playing pool with his friends,” You roll your eyes and lock your phone as you speak, you cover your food and stomp off towards Megumi. Yuuji frowns, not used to seeing you in a bad mood but leaves out the door, grabbing a notepad before going to search for the man for some much needed advice.

*****

Nanami spots pink hair weaving through dancing couples, he watches as Yuuji Itadori almost steps on a couple’s feet back to back. He tries to hold in his laughter watching Yuuji apologize but the couple’s reaction makes him chuckle.

“Well well well look what the cat dragged in,” Yuuji says when he’s in front of him. They shake hands, Yuuji always pats him on the back and they break apart.

“Still looking to shake up business?” Nanami asks with a fond smile on his face. Yuuji nods. He’s got a notepad, and pulls a pen from behind his ear, ready to take any notes Nanami has for him, unfortunately Nanami is far too incoherent to spout any piece of business advice for the young bar owner.

“If you’ve come to get some pointers from my perspective Yuuji I do apologize but the whiskey is definitely taking over tonight, can I do you for anything else?” Nanami asks.

“Oh okay that’s fine. I know you’re here to relax but I was hoping I could give you something to look over, I know we talked about not making this a chain bar but a second location would be great, and I have the perfect person in mind that could run it, if your company is okay with taking me on,” He slides a Manila folder with doodles to him.

“I can look over these tonight and email you tomorrow,” Nanami suggests but Yuuji shakes his head.

“No way, you should enjoy your night with your friends, you just finished closing a deal right?” Nanami raises his eyebrows in shock, surprised that Yuuji remembered he hadn’t spoken to the kid since the closing of the project started a month ago.

“Yeah, we bought a cafe out, and the remodels start soon. If you know anyone who can give a hand with construction that would be great, we’re having a hard time getting some construction companies onboard, they don’t like the contracts for some reason,” Nanami says, he frowns.

“Oh I’ll ask y/n, her brother is in construction, his business cards are by the register,” Yuuji says, looking back to the bar. Without thinking, Nanami does the same, he watches as you talk to the customer you’re making a drink for, you smile and throw your head back laughing, holding your hand up. Nanami mentally kicks himself because he’s instantly upset when he realizes the guy could be flirting with you.

“She likes you, you know?” He looks at Yuuji and then sighs.

“So I’ve heard,” He mumbles. Yuuji looks at him with a smile on his face.

“So why haven’t you both done anything about it? I mean everyone knows you come here for her, we’re just lucky that you’re nice to us,” He jokes, Nanami looks at you and watches as you continue talking to the guy, while making his drink.

“If things are meant to be, things will just flow naturally,” He says simply. Yuuji makes a face.

“I’m sorry, maybe it’s because we grew up differently but if someone told me the girl I was into liked me back, I’d be in there like swimwear,” He slides off the seat and stands now.

Nanami makes a face and sips his drink.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” He mutters. Satoru and Suguru walk over now, Satoru laughing because it seems poor Utahime has sunk the eight ball just as the game started for the third time in a row.

“Who’s your friend Nanamin?” Satoru asks, he reaches across them to grab his drink.

“The owner of Star Metro, Mr.Yuuji Itadori,” Nanami held his hand out as if showing him off.

“Please? Him the owner? He’s just a kid,” Suguru laughs, Yuuji frowns but shakes both of their hands.

“Well actually I’m 23, but yeah I’ve been managing since my grandpa passed away,” He says. Satoru nods understandably, Suguru looks bored with the conversation.

“Well you’re doing a damn fine job of managing this place, we walk past it everyday going to work, had I known the atmosphere was so refreshing I would’ve been in here. Maybe some neon lights or something vibrant at the entrance. Anyway we noticed Nanamin seems quite familiar with the place as well,” Satoru comments. Nanami groans because he knows where he’s trying to lead this conversation, he doesn’t expect Yuuji to catch on though.

“Oh yeah, he’s only here when y/n works, although rumor has it he was here last week on a shift y/n swapped with Nobara. Unfortunately I didn’t work so I can’t confirm this sighting,” Yuuji jokes.

“Oh man, this kid is funny, I love him,” Satoru says, he turns to Suguru “I guess I was correct so you owe me twenty dollars,” and then to Utahime, “And you as well, c’mon cough it up,” He holds his hand out in a hurrying motions.

“God you guys are taking bets on my love life?” He groans and looks to the ceiling.

“That’s funny, because Nobara bet that you’d get y/n’s number by the end of the week, and I said you’d get it by the end of today but I guess I’m wrong and will lose out on $50,” Yuuji says, it’s bait and Nanami knows it but he pretends he doesn’t hear him, too busy staring at the ceiling fans on the ceiling.

“Wow $50, c’mon Nanami, now you have to let him win,” Utahime chimes in. He looks down and narrows his eyes at her.

“Please don’t entertain them,” He pleads but she’s already chanting with Satoru, Suguru and Yuuji.

“You’re gonna get her number, you’re gonna get her number,” They chant. He rolls his eyes and ignores them. He stands up and they all gasp, and stop chanting.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” He chants, and stands up laughing at their disappointment.

“Aww booo,” Utahime says, she pushes his arm.

“Guess you’re losing out on fifty bucks kid,” Suguru laughs, Yuuji sucks his teeth.

“Maybe don’t bet on people’s lives,” He laughs and starts making his way to the bathroom.

“Make sure you wash your hands,” Satoru quips. Nanami ignores him.

He contemplates just going up to you at the bar but sees that you're busying yourself with the cleaning dishes that have piled up. You smile at him as he passes and he smiles back, hoping he actually has the courage to pull this off.

*****

You watch as Yuuji continues to talk to Nanami’s friends, the boy even cracked open a beer, Nobara went on break, Megumi had closed the kitchen down, and clocked out, teasing you as he left. You saw Nanami disappear to the bathroom a couple of minutes ago, you were hoping he’d stop at the bar for a chat but he hadn’t come back yet, you were more than disappointed at the lack of conversations between you two.

So, when he comes back and rounds the corner, you call out to him, surprised when he stops and takes a seat at the bar.

“Hey stranger, you’re pretty quiet tonight,” You say with a teasing smile.

He looks back at his friends and Yuuji, they’re all staring at you two, you laugh.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want to mess this up, my friends are idiots sometimes and I didn’t want them to talk to you,” He admits, apologizing.

“Oh please, as if they could hold my attention. Who’s the guy with the white hair?” You ask laughing. Nanami’s lips quickly turn into a half smile.

“That’s Gojo Satoru, idiot friend number one, we went to junior high together and by some stroke of bad luck he ended up being my roommate in college, the guy next to him is Suguru Geto, not really my friend but he’s Gojo’s friend and then there Utahime Lori, Angel voice of reason but tonight she’s turned into a demon,” He laughs and you join, your eyes flicker to them, putting their names to face.

“So why aren’t you with your friends now?” You question, eyes flicking back to him, you don’t miss the way his eyes lingers on you.

“Because I was being bullied, Yuuji ran his mouth and told them I only came here for you, which is partly true but again you and Nobara make a mean Bourbon so how could I stay away?” He smiles when he succeeds in making you blush, for the first time, you’re speechless.

“Well thank you, you can thank Tokyo’s brutal bartending courses as well as Mr.Itadori’s very strict training,” You bow and he claps, making you giggle.

“Now here’s the embarrassing part,” He mutters, you frown and notice his face has gone a slight shade of red, he fumbles with his phone in his hand turning it over and over in his hands.

“Do you want my number?” You ask and he looks shocked that you’re the one to suggest it but he nods his head and unlocks his phone and slides it over. From across the room, you can hear Yuuji and Satoru shouting and cheering Nanami on, you shake your head at their idiocy and type your digits in quickly.

“C-call or text anytime,” You stumble over your words and mentally slap your forehead . Why did you always get like this around him? He smiles at you, one that makes your heart do a flip, and makes you weak in the knees at the same time, the man was too beautiful, like he was sculpted by the gods himself.

“I guess I should return to my friends, enjoy the rest of your night beautiful,” He says with a wink, he stands and walks over to his friends. You’re so busy staring at them clowning him that you don’t even notice the three hundred dollar bills placed on the counter in front of you until Nobara gets back from break.

*****

The end of the shift came, Nobara left early having been here all day, you didn’t want her to close so you offered to stay, ignoring her protest and declarations to help stay and clean. Once you gave her a mean stink eye she retreated with her hands in the air, silently thanking you as she clocked out. You could see that the girl was tired if she’d done anything else she’d probably fall asleep doing the task.

Closing is easy for you thankfully, the bar cleared by 2am, Yuuji counted down your register as you finished mopping, and you were making your way home in no time.

When you get to your apartment, you go straight to the shoe box in your closet and put your tips in their assorted compartments. You still didn’t feel completely comfortable spending the tips Nanami gave you, so you’d store it for rainy day funds. You dread the thought of counting how much you’ve accumulated so far. As if on cue, your phone vibrates. You frown because it’s 3:30 in the morning and no sane person would be up at this hour. You pull out your phone to read the text.

Nanami K. : Have you made it home yet?

You smile as you read the message, and quickly type out a reply.

Y/N: Just walked through the door actually…also why are you up?

Your phone vibrates almost immediately.

Nanami K. : Can I call you?

Your heartbeat quickens as you read the text, you don’t even get a chance to reply because soon your screen shows that he’s already calling you.

“Hi?” You answer with a huge smile on your face.

“Hi? How was the rest of your shift?” He asks, his voice sounds heavenly, raspy with sleep

“Work was work, after your bunch left the couples started coming in, then we closed like normal,” You stood up and found a pair of leggings and a sweater to change into. You put the phone on speaker and begin changing.

“I apologize again, for being standoffish, I really didn’t want Satoru to get caught up in trying to steal you away from me,” He says it with a sigh and you smile.

“Well I already told you, he couldn’t get me if he tried, I have eyes for this one guy already,” You sit in your bed and hold the phone on your chest, you’re positive Nanami could hear the thumping of your heart through the phone.

“What a lucky fella,” He murmurs and you laugh softly. It goes quiet until you ask him what he’s doing up, then he chuckles shyly.

“Truthfully I set an alarm to wake up so I could text you, Yuuji let me know that you were closing,” He explains and you nod your head even though he can’t see, a smile on your face.

“That’s so sweet, I’m sorry to disturb your sleep. Do you have to work early? Do you want me to hang up?” You ask worriedly, you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks.

“Do you know what I really want?” His voice drops an octave or two, and you sit up in bed, eyes wide as his deep voice comes over the speakerphone.

“What is it that you want?” you whisper, holding in a breath.

“I want you to come over, if you’re comfortable and up for it, you definitely don’t have to,”You can picture a sly smile on his face.

“What’s your address?” You ask. He falls silent but a vibration signals a text, he dropped his location, you check it, a 15 minute walk from your apartment.

“I’ll be there in 15,” You say, already pulling on socks and shoes. You grab your purse you’d flung on the bed and look for your keys.

“Do you want to stay on the phone or should I hang up?” You ask as you lock your front door.

“We can hang up, it’ll give me time to prepare talking to you outside of your workplace,” You laugh at the nervousness of his tone but mentally agree.

“I’ll call you when I’m outside,” You both say your goodbyes and you begin the short walk to his place.

The walk is cool, the warm air now turned cooler, making it an easy stroll. You try not to think of Nanami and what he might be wearing, or what he might do to you while you’re over. You shake your head and your cheeks heat as your mind drifts south, you scold yourself for not making it clear that this was just a friendly visit and things of that nature would not be going on tonight. Still your mind drifts to his hands and how much bigger they are compared to you, you imagine what they’d feel like holding onto your waist, your neck. You wonder if he’d be rough or sweet. You wouldn’t mind either of the treatments. You wonder if he’s a selfish lover, you doubt it considering how much he tips on the regular and a smile dotes your face when you remember his attempts at flirting tonight, voice sweet and kind, literal music to your ears. You decide he’s not a selfish lover, and practically skip the rest of the walk to his place.

Nanami must be keeping watch because you’re able to get in easily, greeting the receptionist in the lobby and head to the elevators and punch the 3rd floor before fixing your hair in the mirrored elevator.

You don’t expect him to be outside the elevator doors, you let out a squeak and then press your hand to your heart, laughing as he holds you steady.

“Sorry, I was in the zone and didn’t even see you standing there,” You say, relaxing in his touch.

“It’s okay, I was literally texting you that I’d be outside the elevators but then you were already on your way up,” He laughs and lets go of your shoulders, one of his hands slides down your arm, and he pulls you to follow after him. He’s wearing black sweatpants with a faded graphic tee shirt. He’s wearing socks and slides and guides you to the end of the hall, unlocking the door. How does he look so damn good even in casual wear. When you step inside, you’re instantly met with the scent of food and look at him suspiciously.

“I kind of made breakfast, I didn’t know if you were hungry or not,” He says sheepishly. You smile and follow in after him, kicking off your shoes and placing them on the shoe rack like he did. Your eyes are wide as you scan your surroundings.

The whole downstairs area is an open floor plan, so the kitchen meshes with the dining room but it’s still big enough that he has a tv with a complete entertainment system set up, he has a tv show pauses on screen, you sit cris crossed and take the remote he offers you.

“You can watch whatever,” He smiles and you look away still not believing that you actually came to his place. Your eyes dart from the trinkets on his bookshelf to the art that hangs on the wall.

He returns shortly with two bottles of water offering you one, and then a plate with scrambled eggs and toast. You smile at the simplicity of the meal but accept it, graciously.

You both talk back and forth while the show you picked out plays in the background, you’ve finished the meal amazed that you even had an appetite and twist open the cap of the water, you take a sip, accidentally spilling some on the side of your lip, you’re quick to wipe the excess water away, you blush as you realized Nanami’s lingering look to your lips.

“So how old are you?” Nanami asked casually.

“I’m 26,” You reply, taking another sip of the water.. His eyes widened. And you frown, sort of offended by his rudeness.

“Oh god don’t tell me you’re one of those pervy old men who fuck girls just because of their age,” you say with an eye roll, when he doesn’t immediately answer, you start to gather your phone and purse looking around for your shoes but he stops you.

“No, sorry you just look younger is all, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird about it,” He says sheepishly. You sigh and throw your things back down.

“Fine, you got me this time,” You mumble and watch as his worried expression melts away from his face when you sit back on the couch.

He bursts into laughter, you do the same, falling forward and then you both fall quiet until you start thinking about the tip he left you today.

“Can I ask about the tips now? Or are we saving that conversation for the morning?” You ask, turning to face him completely. He smiles, one that seems to stretch from ear to ear.

“Saving the conversation for the morning implies that you’re willing to stay the night,” He counters with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t mind spending the night, I mean we’ve known each other for a couple of months after all,” You smile, Nobara’s words of him being a serial come to mind and you can’t help laughing. “I’m sorry, Nobara thinks you’re a serial killer or like a hit man, you know because of the tips? I assured her you so honest work but if I were wrong and to die in your hands I wouldn’t complain,”

He stares in shock at your statement, but it makes you laugh even more.

“You truly are something , I can assure you I’m not a murder and I have no desire to chop you up in tiny pieces,” He jokes. You smile meeting his eyes, they’re warm and sweet but you can see the change when he catches you biting your plump bottom lip.

“So tell me Nana-” He cuts you off.

“I told you, call me Kento,” He says with a smile on his face. You feel your face heat up and ignore the bundle of nerves that’s taken root in your stomach.

“So tell me Ken, what do you want?” You ask in a breathless whisper. Nanami closes his eyes at the use of his first name. You smile at succeeding in making him feel just as nervous as you were.

“I don’t think you’d like to hear what I’d have to say,” He says, his voice is low and hot, making you clench your legs unconsciously and you think it’s the way that he looks from your lips to your eyes, a small smirk tugging at his lips that has you practically pulling him to meet your lips.

This kiss is hot and needy, you try to pour the words you couldn’t say into the kiss, hoping he understands just how bad you wanted him. He seems to get a pretty good idea when he scoops you up to straddle his lap, his hands go to the base of your neck and he kisses you , slipping his tongue past the seam of your lips, letting him taste you. You try to hold back the moans, but soon find you’re unable to when Kento’s hands begin to roam your body, he runs them up your sides and stops to squeeze your hips, you buck and he grinds upwards into your acting core, holding you to his hard cock.

“Mmmh wait,wait, I just need to get some air,” You squeak, inhaling quickly through your nose, he doesn’t stop kissing you, his lips kiss down your neck, open mouth and hot, it has you shivering as you feed into the pleasure he gave you. He slips off the sweater and is met with the purple and black lacy bra you wore. He makes a noise of appreciation and uses both hands to grab a handful of your breast, your head falls back and you push your chest forward to meet his greedy hands.

“Mmm Fuck,” You whisper when he kisses across your collar bone, he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your neck, he stops and buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck you smell so damn good, you drive me insane, I hope you know that,” He groans as you rock your hips down onto his erection. Your eyes widen at his confession. You didn’t know you drove him insane, if anything he was the one who drove you insane. He kisses your neck still, now suckling small love bites to your neck, you moan breathily, as his hands work expertly to take your bra off, you pull at the hem of his shirt, he breaks away from your neck and lets you toss the shirt aside.

You moan when he presses the both of you together, your chest squishing against his hard muscle, you bite your lip at this, and keep eye contact with him as he lowers his mouth to suck a hardened nipple into his mouth, you gasp and close your eyes, you were basically putty in his hands at this point.

“You’re so pretty when you moan like that,” He comments after letting go of the perky bud, he blows cool air on it and watches as you writhe in his arms.

“Ken pleaseee,” You whine, tired of his teasing, he smiles knowingly, but doesn’t rush, you let out a noise of frustration.

“Not to worry beautiful, we have nothing but time,” He stands carefully, you wrap your arms around his waist instinctively.

“Okay, now you’re just showing off,” You gasp when you reach the second floor, you don’t even have time to look around because Nanami is throwing you on the bed, getting you lost in the sea of bedding.

“Think we can lose these?” He asks, his fingers play with the band of your leggings, you nod quickly, aiding him in removing both clothing items.

Nanami doesn’t know where to look, having already had his fill with your breast downstairs, he lets his fingers tease you, grazing over your hips as he turns you over to face him, your body reacts to his touches immediately seeking out the warmth of his hands, he grabs your ass, squeezing your cheeks in appreciation, his hands then go to your thighs, scooping them up and pulling you so that you’re at the edge of the bed.

He drags his nails down your thighs, a chuckle escapes his mouth when you whimper from the pain but you don’t shy away, your legs open wider giving him access to your glistening pussy below. He kneads the flesh of your thighs and gets level with your cunt, you can feel his breath just ghosting over it.

“You have the prettiest pussy baby,” He murmurs, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, everything feels so good you feel like you’re going to explode.

He gives you what you want, pressing a wet kiss to your already wet cunt, his tongue finds your clit easily, he kisses it, and brings the lower half of you closer to his face. You throw your head back and moan loudly when he begins to lick his tongue warm and wet into your folds, you feel yourself clenching around emptiness and sigh in relief when he licks into your hole.

“Feels so good baby,” You moan, he makes a noise of agreement and lets a hand wander up to your breast, he pinches your nipple hard the stinging pain combats with the pleasure he’s giving you, you feel yourself getting closer, he must sense this because soon he’s introducing a finger into your wet clutch, it slips in easily and you cry out, your body lurching upward. He holds onto your waist, holding you firm to the pleasure.

“Oh Ken fuck I’m going to cum,” You moan long and drawn out, letting him practically devour you. He laps at your clit rapidly, his fingers pump in time, and then you’re cumming, holding his head in place as you grind your pussy against his tongue and fingers. When it becomes too much, you push him away weakly but he doesn’t stop, he kisses your gushing pussy, pressing sloppy kisses across your abdomen and up to your chest he stops once again at your chest showing love to your nipples, his tongue is so warm as it glides over the sensitive peaks, you twitch underneath him, as you try to focus on coming down from your euphoria.

He kisses your neck again, and then your lips, letting you savour the taste of yourself on his tongue, when he presses his front to your messy cunt you whine, his dick is achingly hard and you want to feel him inside you.

You attempt to pull his waistband of his sweatpants down but he stops you, still kissing you with fervor, he tangles his hand in your hair and lets the other creep up your neck squeezing it lightly. You moan and look at him, a wicked smile on your face as you pull his hand away from your neck, you take his thumb and suck it teasingly, he watches you eyes lidded low, and a groan escapes his mouth.

“Kento, I want you to fuck me,” You say, your voice is sweet dripping with innocence but you’re far from innocent, he knows it by the way you press his body into you with the heels of your feet. He closes his eyes and pulls his hand away from your sinful mouth.

He groans and gives you a look of disappointment and sighs.

“We can’t,” He says, and you immediately begin to protest, “I don’t have condoms,” He says and you stop to frown. A sly smile is soon on your face, he’s moving from over you but your legs still wrapped around his waist stops him.

“Y/n we can’t,” He whispers, though he so badly wants to.

“Okay so what if you put in just the tip?” You ask, biting your bottom lip teasingly. He looks at you with widened eyes and chuckles.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” He says simply, his hands begin to remove your legs and you start to whine, knowing your actions are completely immature especially when you start whining when he lays next to you on his side.

“Pleaseee Ken?” You practically beg, his hands snake down your body to your pussy, even though you just came, you feel yourself throb at the thought of him inside you. His fingers glide over your clit and you jump in anticipation.

“Just the tip?” He asks you and you nod your head quickly.

“Just the tip,” You confirm, he sighs and slides the sweat pants down kicking them off the bed. His dick flops against his stomach, the tip flushed angry and red, with drips of pre cum already coating the head. You look up to meet his eyes, brown and full of lust, he wraps a hand loosely around his cock pumping slowly in time with the circles on your clit.

“Please,” You gasp breathlessly, he nods and sits back on the heels of his feet and spreads your legs wide. He gets a pillow and fit it underneath your ass.

“Play with your clit baby,” He tells you and you nod, your hand goes to your pussy, you roll and squeeze the sensitive bud making your body jerk upward he laughs at your impatience.

“Slowly,” He commands in a shuddering breath, you pout but do as you’re told and watch as he works his hand faster on his own cock, you think he’s just going to jerk off over you but you’re surprised when he actually slaps his dick against your pussy.

“That feels so good,” You moan, closing your eyes. He does it again, slapping the head of his cock against your pussy, it’s torture for the both of you but you swear Nanami is determined to make you cum just like this.

You grip his arm out in warning that you’re going to cum again but he goes faster, replacing his cock with his fingers you shout in ecstasy as you finish for the second time of the night, just from his teasing.

“Look at this messy pussy baby,” He says in a mocking tone, you let out a sharp gasp when you feel him lining himself up with your entrance.

“Just the tip,” He tells you with a smirk on his face, you moan as he presses just the tip of his dick in. It’s damn near heaven on earth when you feel him, but true to his word, he only sticks to the tip, making you whine in frustration.

“Kennnn,” You whine, your body still jolting with the aftershocks from your second orgasm, his hand pumps the rest of his length that’s not in your pussy.

“Yes beautiful?” He asks, thrusting in a little bit more than the tip.

“Oooh fuck,” You moan, letting him pleasure himself with your cunt. He pulls out and rubs his dick on your clit once more before dipping the tip back in. It’s so tortuous you feel like screaming aloud, he’s got a hold of one of your legs, and is taken by surprise when you push him with your other leg making him sink further into your walls.

“You’re such a brat,” He bites out, but you smile, encouraging him to bottom out until he’s balls deep in you. Nanami tries not to relish in the silky warmth of your walls but fails especially when he feels like your pussy has been molded specifically for his cock. He pulls all the way out and slams back in, a string of curses mixed with his name leaves your lips, and soon he’s fucking you with a steady rhythm rendering you speechless. You gasp and grip at the bed sheets below, each thrust seems deeper than the last.

“You keep squeezing me like that and I’m going to cum,” He warns, you can only whimper in response as his hips continue slamming into yours, you’re already so close to a third orgasm, you can’t help but squeeze around him at each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re such a naughty girl, only asking for the tip but taking my cock like a whore,” His words hit straight to your core, you shake your head, your eyes squeezing tight at his words.

“You’re going to cum on my cock right baby?” He asks and you whine at his words, already feeling the start of your orgasm.

“Yes baby look at how your cunt cries for me, whimpering and pulling me back in, such a pretty pussy, fuck you’re going to make me cum,” He huffs. Your fingers find their way to your clit, fortunately for you, Nanami slaps your hand away and uses his own to bring you to a third orgasm. He applies just enough pressure to your clit that you’re soon writhing beneath him, mewling and grasping at his shoulders, your nails rake down his back and he groans as he feels the start of his own orgasm.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum,” He says, when he feels your walls quivering around him, he groans as he pulls out and jerks his cock once and then twice and then he’s spilling on you, hot spurts of cum landing on your stomach. He takes in a shaky breath and grabs the sweatpants, wiping your stomach clear of his cum, then he pulls the pillow from underneath you, and tosses it to the side, you still have your eyes closed, attempting to control your breathing and heart rate as you let Kento move you higher in the bed.

“Where’s your bathroom?” You ask, your voice is hoarse, and you clear your throat coughing, Nanami points to a door that’s left ajar in the corner of the room and you walk on shaky legs to hurry and pee.

You stare at yourself in the mirror trying to assess the hickeys but you can’t bring yourself to look without blushing. You wash your hands quickly and exit the bathroom, suddenly very aware of your nakedness.

When you leave the bathroom, Kento is making it up the stairs with a cool bottle of water in tow. You sit quickly covering yourself with the sheet, he chuckles at your shyness but collapses on the bed next to you and hands you the water.

“Are you okay?” He asks, you nod and accept the water gulping it down greedily, “Hey slow down,” He says and you freeze but do as you’re told, you hold the bottle out to him but he declines and puts the cap on the bottle.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks again and you nod too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“Sorry, I’m just processing the wonderful and amazing pleasure you just put me through,” You joke, he pulls you down with him, you immediately cuddle into his side.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” He says, kissing the top of your head, you hum in agreement.

You both talk for a good bit until you’re both yawning and the rising sun paints the walls of his room different hues of pinks and oranges.

“I guess we should get some sleep,” He mumbles after your third yawn. Your eyes are already sliding closed, his arm around your waist tightens and you fall asleep with a dreamy smile on your face, already anticipating waking up with Kento.

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A couple of things to note, I was kind of focusing on world building/ dialogue because I was slowly losing the motivation for writing my fanfics but I swear this was like a total revive and I can’t wait to finish up some chapters! I hope you all enjoy, feedback is much appreciated, still can’t believe I wrote 10.3k words lmfaoo Nanami Kento still has me in a chokehold ngl!

Also pls ignore any typos/spelling/grammar mistakes, it’s 3am rn AND I had to chop this one shot from 15k to the lovely 10.3k 😅

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