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garnetea · 1 year ago

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why do birds suddenly appear...

who husband! nanami kento x fem black! reader. length 2.7k words! warnings all sfw fluff! reader knows some french. picnic anniversary date. love experts yuji and gojo. bakers nobara, yuji and megumi.

leman's letter! he might be a little ooc, i tried! and it's pretty old so i don't have the energy to fix up anything that could be written better ☠️ p.s. the end of the title would be "...every time you are near?"

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Other than the sweet petrichor sweeping through the May wind, there wasn't a single indication that it had rained a mere few hours ago. The spring sun was nothing to bat an eye at; it's heat was harsh enough to dry away every droplet. As subtle as it was, you loved the scent; the taste of the wind as it rushed through your ajar window made you feel oddly nostalgic. It uplifted you in a way; almost like cleansing away any peccant thoughts vexing you. Contrarily, your husband didn't have the privilege of ever understanding what you adored so much about the spring weather.

"It's.. annoying, dear. Just listen to the birds." Kento commented, an intrusion to your ongoing and aloud rumination. The two of you sat there in the car for a moment, slightly slowing down to hear the delicate blue jays over the intruding wind. Their high pitched and scattered little chirps greeted you happily, and your lips found it necessary to curl up cheerily in response.

"Don't be so stiff, darling." You responded kindly, your brown glossed lips still painted into that heart warming smile. Your small dimples leaving subtle indents on the soft, brown skin of your cheeks. A smile Nanami knew he'd always adore, even if he didn't always understand it. "It's how they communicate, I'm pretty sure. I know they're glad you don't speak 'bird'." You added in a teasing voice, insinuating an insult.

Unexpectedly, Nanami sped back up the pace of the car after you leaned your face back towards the window, and the wind was quick to resume its harsh tantrum. In slight surprise, you snapped your eyes shut and leaned back at the sudden force- blinking repeatedly to make sure you hadn't gotten anything in your eyes. It seemed inevitable that he'd chuckle in response to your dramatic reaction, but of course he also rolled up your window a bit to prevent a reoccurrence. "You don't think they'd want me to speak 'bird'?" Kento responds in a prying tone. It was easier to speak now that he could hear himself over the harsh gusts of wind. "Would I not be a good neighbor?"

You smiled and crossed your legs in the seat, brushing your well manicured hands over the floral lace dress. A dress chosen specifically for this day, May 9th; your anniversary. "What do you think?" You retorted softly, a question to a question. Your eyes flickered from your florid, white clothed lap, to your husbands side eye.

It wasn't the look he gave you when he was incensed or irritated, but the one he owned when his eyes were pondering. Behind those serious, slanted dark eyes was a head full of complex gears. Usually those gears were used for things like work, taxes- you know, things of importance. Yet, what are they doing now? Simply trying to think outside the box, just trying to answer a taunting question. To use more than his logic and reason, and figure out the meaning of your semi joke. Although he was giving it his all.. he was inevitably struggling.

"Well.... I.. don't get it." He admitted honestly, flattening his vision back on the stale, empty road stretching ahead. His expression showed no embarrassment, but you've been married for two years now. You were analytic enough to know when he wasn't calm, cool and collected; simply because his middle finger was slowly tapping the leather wheel. Little fidgets were all you needed to decide when something was bothering him; tapping his foot, bouncing his leg, it was the little things you noticed. As his wife, it was your obligation to, wasn't it?

"I just mean you'd be a lot like... Satoru, if that makes sense." You explained to him briefly, planting your elbow on the stiff door handle. Your vision found more interest in the flowery, green scenery rushing past the Cadillac Eldorado rather than Nanami's displeased expression.

Kento pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, tying back his urge to retort with something offensive. Today wasn't the day to hurt your feelings, it was your anniversary and there were lovely events planned for the afternoon. He didn't plan all of today's activities for a simple joke to ravage it all. "Dear, I'm nothing like Gojo." He rejected plainly, turning down a particularly rocky dirt road. It was directly through a colorful, flower field; green grass and little tips of pink and yellow flowers stretching as far as you could see. By now you'd lost any interest in the current conversation, you wanted to know where exactly you were going. It seems you'd neglected to ask before you left the house, being so caught up in other topics and such.

"Honey, where are we?" You inquired, rolling your window back down now that Kento was driving at a slower pace. Slow enough to open your door and step out really, but you knew Nanami would have a fit. Saying "you could've tripped" or "what if you hit your head?". So, rather than have him worried with a migraine, you simply sat up on your knees and stuck your head out the window. The light breeze soothes the prickling heat of your forehead and cheeks, such a harsh sun in spring it was. Though, it was sweet.. welcoming. Surely better than an ongoing downpour on such a wonderful day, that was for sure.

"Well, it looks like a field, doesn't it?" Nanami responded sarcastically, bringing the small car to a soft halt on the narrow path. You opted to ignore his smart remark with an eye roll, continuing to breathe in the refreshing, warm air. He put the car in park and turned the key, popping the trunk once he'd turned off the engine. Without the low rumbling of the cars motor you were held still on the seat, and you could hear the sounds of nature surrounding you much clearer. The hums of nearby bees and the high, frequent chirps of the neighboring blue jays held your attention all too well, fascinating you like a narrow minded child. Meanwhile, your husband was having quite a time at the back of the car.

Nanami's voice ringing out through the primarily serene expanse is what caught your attention, deciding to step out rather than day dream blindly from the open window. "Could you give me a hand?" He asked gruffly, reliving his annoyance with how much Gojo and Itadori had packed for him. The regret of excitedly mouthing off about his upcoming anniversary was beginning to seep in; he should've known better, dealing with those two.

"Yeah, lemme- Oh wow!" You were more than surprised to see what he was struggling with, such a beautiful assortment of flowers and balloons. An ample bamboo knitted basket with a silk, pink ribbon clinging to the handle. It was closed in, so you weren't sure what was inside, but upon picking it up you were sure it wasn't anything as light as a feather.

"Let me get that." Kento assured quickly before you let it slip, accepting the grand basket from your grasp and handing you the balloon strings instead. They were a cute bunch too, six of them floating overhead to be exact. Cute little hearts, kiss marks and flowers adorned the shiny shapes of the balloons, some being round while others matched that of a heart.

You watched as he balanced the bouquet of white roses and pink peonies atop of the basket, carefully handling them to not damage the dramatic bow wrapping the handle. No, this definitely wasn't anything like your husband; you were beyond positive he had some kind of influence or assistance. More than likely, it was Yuji and Gojo meddling again; similar to last year's eventful celebration. And, although this wasn't all Kento's idea, you still found it sweet that he could put away his stiff and logical disposition for your sake. To set aside his attitudes and etiquette to give you his raw affection and attention was more than enough, that alone would've been enough for an anniversary. So, you can imagine the smile that took over your cheery expression as he lead the way ahead of you to an open spot in the colorful field.

Seeing as his hands were full, you closed the trunk for him and followed his figure to the spacious meadow. "This's beautiful, mon amour!" You complimented, as if he grew the flowers and such himself. "You picked this place yourself? And the bouquet is charming, too, you remembered how I love peonies!"

The tall blond chuckled lightly as he stopped somewhat far into the area, now being surrounded by the dozens of yellow dandelions and wild roses. Kento sat down the large basket gently and accepted the balloons from your hand, your fingers brushing against one another before he wrapped them around the baskets handle. "I found this place a few weeks ago and kept it in mind." He replied, a nonchalant tone poorly concealing his hubris attitude. It was more transparently obvious that he was beyond satisfied with the outcome of his efforts, he'd really outdone himself. "Yes, well the balloons were Gojo's idea, and this," He flipped open the basket's lid as he spoke. "was Yuji's idea."

You gasped in delight at the sight of the silky material pouring from the top of the basket, beginning to mentally put all of the pieces together. It seems they- Gojo, Nanami, and Itadori- had planned an adorable little picnic, and you could only imagine what cute treats were neatly packed away under the white sheet. "Oh my.." You managed to mumble, smoothing down your dress and crouching down as well. "So those two were in on your planning, dear? You'd better have thanked them, these balloons are just too cute." You added with appreciation while fully pulling out the sheet and handing it to Nanami.

He only managed to hum in agreement at your reminder, concealing an eye roll as he stood up properly with the blanket. "Would you mind unloading the snacks?" He requested, stepping away slightly with the sheet. You watched with glee as he pulled it up in the air, fanning it out a few times before lifting it gracefully over the prickly grass.

It was futile to hold back your excited giggles as you rummaged through the basket, pulling out a large container of pretzel salad. The strawberries were neatly caked over the top with whipped cream separating it from the granola base; you could tell from its slight imperfections and cute butterfly tupperware that it was homemade.

Other than this, there were neatly cut sandwiches, rosemary bread, cheesecake, and chocolate covered pretzels all neatly packed away in their respective containers. A few water bottles and a bottle of white wine were tucked away as well, the wine being swaddled in a towel for protection. Surely you'd have leftovers, this was much more than you'd expected. Though nonetheless, your excitement prior to leaving had clouded your sense of hunger- neglecting to acknowledge the growl in the pit of your stomach. Therefore, the sight before you was more than enough to bring the fact to your attention.

"Oh mon.." You mumbled, your french once again making itself known without your realization. And although you paid it no mind, Kento found it more attractive- or maybe simply adorable- than you were aware. You arranged all of the containers neatly in the center of the blanket, having only the basket and your heels laying on standby in the grass."This looks wonderful, how did-," Nanami's hand then slipped down to intertwine with yours; lifting you up softly from the sheet, now standing before his lean figure.

"Y/n," He began softly, his airy tone wafting around your tender heart. Both standing there against the wind; his slanted eyes held so much love and adoration for you. Two lovers, surrounded by hundreds of lovely, delicate flowers to compliment your beauty. What a memory this will be, of such an endearing day.. May ninth. "Two years is nothing compared to how long I'll be with you, yet I still want to celebrate the time that passes. Every day with you is wonderful, even the annoying ones."

You quirked your brow jokingly, entangling your other hand with his as you spoke. "What do you mean annoying? We don't have-," He chuckled gruffly, which is what interrupted your false claim. How could one never have bad days? Though he knew you were kidding, thus decided to not comment on it.

"Moving on," Kento moved a hand from intertwining with yours, cupping your cheek to look up at him. That soft smile, the one he kept in his pocket for days such as this, enlightened his ivory toned and stern front. His co-worker’s didn't get this smile, nor did his friends. No, this one was solely yours, and you knew by the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up. By the way his lips curled a bit higher than usual, any higher and surely he'd show his teeth. It was your smile, a smile of love- love only for you. "Happy anniversary.. and may many come after this."

Your cheeks swelled with a tingling sensation of loving praise and adoration, oh how adorable he was when he was flustered. Even after years of knowing each other, he still had you blushing and giggling like a school girl in her first innocent affair. How embarrassing..

But what a lovely feeling it was. To have your love reciprocated by the one you love, the only one you could've been dreaming of. It was sweet.. and fulfilling. A wonderfully assuring feeling, really, and you wanted nothing more but to stay this way forever. "Yes my love, happy anniversary. For now and for always, of course." You agreed lovingly. Your soft yet excited tone of voice gently seeps into his cheeks and tints them a light pink, deepening a few rosy shades as you lean into his embrace. Your arms find comfort around his abdomen, softly pulling him closer as he wraps his arms over your shoulders. "Today is as lovely as waking up to you every morning."

Kento hums softly in acknowledgement, wondering how-- after years of being with you-- could you still bring a flock of butterflies onto the flower bed you've grown out of his stomach. Pulling away to plant a gentle kiss against your brown forehead; a forehead that with time, will grow wrinkled and old akin to his. One day, your hands and his will both be pruned and shriveled. Your hair will lose its ever-lively bounce, and his will fade into grey and white. Nanami can't wait for the day, although it sounds dreary, because he'll know he finally made it. That his seemingly meaningless life had a purpose, and it was to spend time making you happy, as you do for him. To spend time with the one he loves, growing old together and reminiscing on those young, colorful memories. Fragments of time born to be treated like porcelain artifacts. Like today, standing in this adoringly lively field of sweet flowers and clovers, eyes gleaming with clouds of apricot and honeydew romance. Something considered so valuable as of now, yet he couldn't have imagined such for himself merely six years ago.

The wind blows through your elegant, ironed dress as you crouch down to open a container of rosemary bread, looking up at your husband; that soft smile still resting in his typically stern features. "Don't be a statue dear, come eat. You alright?" You inquire, untucking a fork from the zip lock bag of plastic silverware.

Nanami clears his throat at your question, smoothing down his slacks and taking a seat beside you. Your scent is clearer once again, and he almost finds himself dazing off into more sentimental daydreams of your shared future. "I'm alright." He confirms, taking up his own fork and knife before shifting his attention to the pretzel salad. Apparently Gojo's students made it for him (Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara.)

'Sweet kids.'

Another warm feeling pepper kissed the center of his chest, prickling his cheeks next as he popped open the container. Your husband peeked over at your pleased and slightly dramatic disposition as you took a bite of the sweet bread, a little dance taking over your arms as you went in for a second bite.

He chuckles at your child-like reaction, and you can only side eye him in response because of your mouth being full. What a memory this would be years from now, telling and retelling the cute specifics of today. May ninth, the Nanami's sweet, floral anniversary.

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comicinksans · 1 year ago

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Angel Hair and Baby's Breath

Chapter 1

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Tango lifted her hand to her forehead, covering the sun as it beat down upon her. It was a nice day -if a little hot- and she and Zed were preparing for a fun night at Skizz’s. They frequented his house, and Impulse had actually already been there. Tango hopped down from her porch onto the driveway, a small tap sounding from her weight meeting the concrete. She kicked a rock into the grass of her lawn, thinking little of it, and walked towards the car with eyes squinted. Guess Zed’s driving then, huh? Tango sighed as she watched Zed get into Tango’s bright red camaro -the driver side specifically- and push the keys into their rightful place in the ignition. Their eyes lit up with excitement and fear when he turned the key and the engine roared to life, causing him to giggle somewhat nervously. Tango slid into the passenger side, thinking about how weird it felt to be riding instead of driving her own car. “Zed, are you really okay with driving? It was only one *small* hit and-”

“Up-bah-bah-bah!” Zed cut Tango off, a finger wagging in her direction. “You are not sober and therefore will not risk that! Plus, this gives you a chance to finally have aux control. Don’t you want that?” Tango shook his head, sighing.

“That I do.” Tango laughed, plugging his phone into the aux and scrolling through her playlists as Zed turned on the A/C and adjusted their seat position. Tango mumbled out a small “Gotcha!” as she tapped a playlist, the speakers blaring before she frantically turned the volume down. “Sorry sorry sorry!!” She nervously laughed, seeing Zed’s ears covered by his hands.

“It’s okay! I just uh… Forgot how loud you liked your music.” The nervous laughter was returned, which helped Tango feel a little better about the incident.

“This song okay? Least I can do after THAT is to make sure it’s something that you’ll enjoy!”

Zed nodded, focusing his attention to reversing out of the short driveway and onto the road Tango lived on. “This one sounds familiar in a way, don’t quite know why though!”

“Oh well it-”

“DON’T TELL ME THE TITLE I WANNA BE SURPRISED OR FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF!” Zed jokingly yelled, pressing down the gas pedal with what he thought was light pressure, but ended up jolting the car forward before he figured out that it was a lot more sensitive than his own car. The engine roared again, and Zed giggled. “Is that why..?”

“I have my music so loud?” Tango turned it up in accordance to the engine’s volume, and laughed. “Yep!” Tango looked out the window, trusting Zed now that they had realized the differences in the cars. “You adjusted the mirrors right?”

“Mhm! Don’t worry Tek, I’m not that bad at driving!” Zed’s hair flipped back and forth as he checked both sides of the road as they pulled out onto the larger road that Tango’s subdivision was off of. They pulled onto the road gently -much gentler than Tango would’ve at least- and began to speed back up. The music and engine reached a comfortable mix and Tango began to relax. She usually drove, why not enjoy the ride? I wonder what Skizz has planned for tonight. Maybe games? Almost definitely games. Do we have any movies..? Eh, we’ll figure it out there. Hoopefullyy he’ll have his Mom make dinner. Oh, Mrs. Leman. Always the best. She watched the green trees pass by them, waving in the summer breeze. Tango loved this time of year. It felt so peaceful, yet there was always just something else that Tango liked about right now. Zed hummed along to the song that came on next, recognizing it. Tango’s eyes widened, looking down at her phone.

“You know this? Really?” Tango asked, laughing. Zed nodded, still focusing on the road.

“Yeah I love this artist!” Zed hummed along again, bopping their head lightly with it. “You think I don’t have taste? ”

“Well, I just didn’t expect you to listen to this kinda stuff, y’know?” Tango laughed, looking back out the window. He trusted Zed enough to just watch the side of the road pass by, especially as they headed into the larger city between where Tango and Skizz live. Zed stopped as they approached a red light, and Tango turned back to the windshield. The truck in front of them had some… interesting bumper stickers. Lots of fishing stuff. Some included “If it was a good morning I’d be fishing,” “LOVE FISHIN,” and a Bass Pro Shops sticker. “Hm. Someone likes fishing, huh?”

Zed burst out laughing, keeling over slightly. “Apparently!!” Zed wiped a tear from their eyes after a good while laughing,

“Fishin’”

“Fishin’?”

“Biiiiig fishin…”

“Big fishin!!!”

As the cars in front of them began to pull forward, Zed followed. They were the last ones in the line of cars, when as they were in the center of the intersection, many car horns blared as headlights filled the driver side window. There was a sudden jolt as their car was slammed into from the side, with Zed’s scream being the second loudest thing behind the scraping and crushing metal. Tango’s vision blacked out as the car seemed to flip over, shards of glass flying across his vision.

Tango woke up after a few moments, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Zed hung limply next to her, flipped upside down with the whole car. Tango didn’t know if they were just passed out or… Dead. She didn’t have time to figure that out. She saw flames peeking out of the hood, glaring against the shattered windows and metal of the car. She weakly reached for his seatbelt, attempting to unclip it with shaky arms, barely able to get it loose as she fell against the roof of the car. The window was broken open, and she definitely could crawl out, but she would get some scrapes and cuts at the very least. Tango decided it was the best possible option, crawling out with tears in his eyes as he felt the heat of the fire, heard the sirens approaching from a distance, and thought about the image of Zed loosely hanging behind her. Her arms gave out as soon as her legs were about halfway out of the window, blood dripping onto the grass and tears streaming down her cheeks. The red and blue lights of the ambulance and police approaching flashing against the scene, ensuring Tango knew this wasn’t just a dream. Fucking hell. This is the worst. Fucking hell. Tango passed out.

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