#i just know he prowls webmd like a fiend

[zorosdimples]

nanami fluff. enjoy!

“ken, it’s not that serious,” you sigh, shifting on the couch to get more comfortable. your head rests on a fluffy pillow you pulled from bed and your body is wrapped up in a cosy blanket.

raising his gaze from his phone screen, nanami kento does not look convinced. “you told me that your stomach hurts, that you have a headache, and that you’re nauseous. if you won’t allow me to take you to the doctor, the least i can do is a little research.”

a little research—yeah, right.

you truly couldn’t wish for a kinder or more compassionate boyfriend. kento wants to care for you, and you appreciate it, but he tends to blow your ailments out of proportion. and since he discovered webmd, his armchair diagnoses have gotten… out of hand.

“i’m telling you, it was dinner last night,” you entreat. “the sauce was too rich.”

kento doesn’t respond; he’s squinting at his phone. “have you experienced any dizziness, coughing, or sn—”

“no,” you interrupt with an exasperated chuckle.

he looks at you for a moment before shutting his phone off and slipping it in his pocket. he walks over to your prone figure, crouching to that his face is at your level.

“i’m choosing to believe you,” kento says, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

you fight the urge to roll your eyes and instead offer him a small smile.

“but,” he begins—you stifle a groan.

“yes?” you ask. one of his large palms caresses the side of your face.

“i expect you to rest for the remainder of the day; i’ll take care of the chores. also, please drink more water. dehydration will only make you feel worse.” your boyfriend’s face is earnest as he speaks, and you feel your chest nearly burst with adoration.

“deal,” you breathe.

kento leans down to press a featherlight kiss to your forehead. “thank you, darling.”

he may be a tad overbearing at times, but nanami kento has your best interest at heart—always.