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Obito and Rin's relationship
I just read a text from a user talking about ObiRin and honestly, I was impressed that there were 6 shares and almost 80 likes on the comment. I wonder: do people even remember what Obito and Rin's relationship was like? Because from people's feedback, I can see that they clearly don't. The comment said that Obito and Rin were not best friends and that Obito's feelings for her were "platonic", and that her behavior towards him was "no big deal". So, I ask you: what does that mean to you? Romantic or platonic love?
So I'm left wondering: Are people really looking at this relationship and not coming to the obvious conclusion that Rin Nohara loved Obito Uchiha romantically and that her feelings for Kakashi were purely platonic due to his prodigy abilities in the same way that Karin and Ino had for Sasuke? This is surreal to me.
Have you ever stopped to think about the parallels between ObiRin and NaruHina or do you prefer to confirm more information on Wikipedia, where anyone can edit and write whatever they want?
I don't think that their friendship was platonic, precisely because of the romantic reaction that Obito and Rin had and that was concretized in their reunion scene⌠making a direct connection with the kiss attempt made by Rin when she was still alive.
Platonic love is a type of love that involves feeling affection, admiration or even passion for someone, but without wanting to have a romantic or physical relationship with that person. In this sense, I can say that this was the case with Kakashi and Rin, since they literally had nothing special.
She felt admiration for Kakashi because of his abilities and fame as a genius, but she never tried to kiss Kakashi once and even when Kakashi died, she wasn't there for him, but for Obito she was.
Pink (meaning): pink means romance (as a primary meaning)
After her rejection, we never saw Rin try anything romantic with Kakashi or even form a solid relationship with him. In fact, their relationship went backwards instead of forwards to something more âmeaningfulâ. They literally became just âteammatesâ and didn't have the same level of intimacy as she had with Obito.
Obito and Rin's relationship:
Kakashi and Rin's relationship:
So when someone tells me that their feelings (Obito and Rin) weren't romantic, even if they didn't show it verbally, you could clearly see that they liked each other beyond friendship, and not something platonic.
Notice the clear change in Rin Nohara's personality/decision and feelings in these 2 scenes:
I'm not a âromance geniusâ, but there are things that are too obvious not to be interpreted as romance. Besides, Kakashi has shown us countless times that what he felt for Rin was pure companionship in various situations. Even after her death, Kakashi saw her as a hallucination and saw her in other girls, but even though he had the opportunity to âdateâ girls similar to Rin, he never tried anything and never addressed any girl similar to Rin romantically, but rather, totally in a sense of companionship.
Even though they resembled Rin, Kakashi never even tried anything with any of them and thought of her only as a friend, literally. He himself only used the word âfriendâ to refer to Rin. As, for example, in episode 354, where Kakashi says: âI couldn't protect my friend.â
Or even when Sasuke said to Kakashi: âWhat if I had killed the person you love the most?!â
And Kakashi's response? âThose people have already⌠been killed.â
Kakashi has literally never, at any time in his life, seen Rin in a romantic light. Not before and not after⌠but Rin? I'm sorry, but it was very clear that she saw Obito romantically, she just didn't admit it to herself.
So when someone says that Rin and Obito weren't best friends and that she didn't see Obito as a potential boyfriend or even like him romantically, I'm like:
Obito and Rin were not only best friends since forever, but they also loved each other. It's so obvious that they would have ended up together romantically, that it really amazes me how there are people who actually have doubts about them in that sense. Obito & Rin is literally synonymous with romance and genuine love for each other. There are people who compare Obito and Rin with Kakashi and Guy, saying that their friendship was "similar", but for the love of the gods!!! Honestly, that has nothing to do with it. The friendship between both pairs was VERY different. In Kakashi and Guy you see friendship and rivalry, but in Obito and Rin you see love and romance.
So I'm sorry, but anyone who compares Kakashi and Guy's relationship with Obito and Rin's is simply clueless. By the way, did Guy ever try to kiss Kakashi? Not that I can recall. Neither Kakashi nor Guy are gay. Besides, it was very clear that Rin's feelings for Kakashi literally disappeared when Kakashi confessed that he abandoned her at the end of the Gaiden saga (she only liked him for his abilities, and only had love and intimacy with Obito).
And then:
She could try to disguise it, but I've never seen Rin support Kakashi the way she supported Obito.
âRin never loved Obito romantically. She only had eyes for Kakashi! Obito never had a chance with her. He was a failure and Kakashi was a prodigy!â Let's see what Rin thinks about that.
Rin, after waiting 20 years to be reunited with only (Obito Uchiha), left Kakashi, her âloveâ behind forever.
It doesn't take much to realize the obvious difference.
#obito uchiha#obirin#kakashi hatake#rin nohara#masashi kishimoto#manga x anime#naruto shippuden#afterlife#naruto#obirin love#true love#obito x rin#obito e rin#uchiha obito#obito naruto#obito x kakashi#team minato#obito fanart#team 7#naruto shippuuden#naruto series#naruto uzumaki#anime#anime gif#anime and manga#uchiha clan#eternal love#forgiveness
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Thoughts about how different mediums of a same story may give you different views (and rambling about the Tower of Heaven)//TW: violence
Lately I've been wondering about how manga readers might have very different visions than anime watchers of a same story, because althought the plot remains the same, some little details can change our whole perception of a story.
This reminded me of the first time I read Fairy Tail and how terrified I was at how cruel and dark the Tower of Heaven's arc is.
Jellal's face (that by that time, were only an 11-years-old kid) drippling blood while being tortured shocked me so much as a kid and I still find it one of the most disturbing scenes in the manga, lol.
In the anime, the content itself is the same. We know the kids are slaves that go throught different kinds of abuse, however, I find the manga way gloomier and more graphic. And althought part of it might be just a personal opinion, it's not entirely without basis: Mashima uses different techniques in his art to represent facts whitin the story than the animators, and it leads to a topic I really love: semiotics - how we interpret images, and how detais can be used to convey a certain felling throught art.
Colors and composition helps A LOT creating an atmosphere and causing a feeling on the reader. Proportionally speaking, a manga doesn't have colors, but it has it's own alternatives - the Tower of Heaven arc, in comparison to the rest of the manga, uses a lot more black and hatching.
One can argue some scenes are still "visually darker" in the anime, since it has the advantage of being able to play with shadows and colors in a broader aspect; however, since Fairy Tail is not an anime that changes it's saturation or colour pallete, the loud colors in most scenes end up not helping building the same dreadful atmosphere.
(It doesn't mean you can't make a scary story using bright and colorful tones, tho. A great example is the movie Midsommar. But it's not an easy task!)
Erza's childhood memories in the manga also carry a "dirtier" feeling; the kids are always covered by bruises, and the background is rougher. Also, the anime chooses to represent slavery in a more fanciful way: the kids wear stylized handcuffs and are assaulted with magic attacks, what inevitably softens the scenes by distancing them from real life slavery.
In a story, an act of violence will always be more shocking if your brain is able to automatically make a connection with real life. Seeing blood conveys a feeling of disconfort easier than a character being hit by a wave of magic, even if the author tells you "this is painful"; that's why some people say they started to find difficult to watch horror movies involving kids after becoming parents, because after experenciating something in real life, they connect with fiction harder.
The above scene causes me very different feelings in each media. In the manga, the despair in Jellal's face when seeing they removed Erza's eye is much clearer, and his skinny body, his eyes filling up with tears (he doesn't cry in the anime) shows not only a feeling of worry, but of utter dread and helplessness. All that helps endorsing the fact that, doesn't matter how brave he is, they are still just fragile kids, unable to protect themselves from the cruelty of the world around them.
I want to make it clear, though, that this is not in any way meant to be a critique to the animation team, or an affirmation that one type of media is better than another. We all have our personal preferences, but each media has it's target audience and objective. Fairy Tail's animators certainly do know how to convey the same feelings on the public, they just choose not to, for a variety of reasons. Probably because the anime is aimed for a broader and younger audience, many scenes have been softened or censored somehow. Also, animation consumes more labour than a manga page, so unless you have a lot of time and investment, the art tend to be simpler.
So do you think it affects the plot, Siren?
In my opinion, yes, even if just in a subtle way. In the manga, I think this raw brutality helps Jellal's character to gain a more interesting complexity. To me, he feels less like a hero and more like what he actually is: just a really kind and brave kid trying his best to protect his friends.
Another major change they made in the anime was removing the ambiguity (something that happened more than once in Fairy Tail's adaptation, such as in the famous kiss scene), leaving clear since the beginning that Jellal was a victim of a mind controlling spell; while in the manga, until Urtear's confirmation at the end of the arc, we do not know for sure if he have been brainwashed or just convinced to adore Zeref.
And as much as I can see why some fans might hate it because it leaves room for people to see Jellal as a bad man, I (as someone who is not afraid of loving evil characters, heh), find it interesting and somehow enriching to the plot, because it gives the whole arc a reflection: is extreme suffering, specially at such an young age, capable of changing someone so much?
We are left questioning what did "Zeref" say, or do, that made him change so much. And having so many real life examples where despair has made people easy victims of manipulation throught faith or falling into extremist ideologies, after we seeing Jellal's pain and fragility in a tangible way, it's not that hard at all to understand how he went insane and managed to drag all the other slaves along with him.
Also, I think it makes it easier to understand Erza's empathy towards him. Jellal and Erza are characters connected not only by the affection they nourish for one another, but also for sharing the same pain. She is the only person that fully understands the horrors he lived in the tower, since they were the only kids that have been in the torture chamber. And althought she never tries to justify Jellal's actions, Erza does not only show him compreension, but she feels guilty for not being able to retribute his protection and prevented him from losing his mind.
That doesn't mean, tho, that there weren't many other clues he was not acting on free will: be it his grotesque change of personality, his hysterical laughter out of nowhere or his motivations that doesn't hold (because they were never his to begin with). To me, all that at first glance makes him closer to Batman's Joker, someone that grew insane after so much suffering, than a villain that's genuinely just plain selfish and thirsty for power. And that only makes me find him a creepier villain, since personally, I find sadism and insanity way scarier than ghosts.
So this is just a looong collection of thoughts about how small choices can change a lot the "feeling" we get from a scene or a character. I hope someone can find it interesting too. There are many other examples of adaptations where it happened, and if you remember one you'd like to share, I would love to hear!
Last but not less important, all the love for Mashima's art, the Tower of Heaven arc (that is a personal favorite) and Jellal, a character I deeply love and one that holds for sure the strongest spirit in the manga for being able to become such a kind and mature man despite everything he has been thought. âĄ
#Fairy Tail#Jellal fernandes#erza scarlet#jerza#semiotics#manga x anime#anime vs manga#Tower of heaven#Sorry this is too long#Also english is not my main language but I hope this is still understandable sorry#My motivation for writing this was: HOW THE HELL do I see so many people saying Jellal didn't suffer#I tried to understand how people read/watch fairy tail and get this interpretation and this text was born haha#it justifies nothing actually but it's such a fun analysis to do#Bro never had a moment of peace in his head for 27 years and tried to k*ll himself at least 3 times canonically he just needs a hug#siren's thoughts#about stories#plot analysis
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They officially made the opening so much better
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a good man
{bodyguard!kento nanami x rich girl f!reader}
summary: kento nanami has been your appointed bodyguard since the age of nineteen. his poised, calm, respectable mannerisms having you falling to your knees over him as he was completely different than any of the other boys in your life⌠for he was a manâ taking care of your rowdy party girl behaviors and guiding you with the best advice and judgement he could possibly muster, and you loved him, gutted over the fact that he possibly only thought of you as a spoiled little brat who was useless and incompetent, as a client, and you wanting to be more than just that to him⌠except you were. for kento had already fallen over his knees for you.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, BRATTY AFFF RICH GIRL SPOILED READER sheâs a little baddie o yes, LOWKEEEYYY brat tamer kento MEEOOOWWW, FLUUFFF GALLOOREE!!, slight angst!!, kento is SOOO SOOFTTT AND A LIL GENTLEMAANN, blowjob YUM, oral m receiving, mentions of doing the sex, deep throating, SEDUCTIVE AF READER BRO, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, sexual themes, kento is older than reader by three years, mentions of reader having âpink cheeksâ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
word count: 20.3k (i yap i fear)
authors note: I NEED A FUCKING MAN !!!! LIKE KENTO !!! RAAAAHDVSJSBSJSJ this BEAUTIFUL precious concept was a blend and mixy of multiple requests i got for sir nanami blended into one!! :,)) i hope i did you guys justice to those who requested and sent in ideas my loves !!! <3333 AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE ITTT JUST AS MUCH AS I DOOO AAHHH !!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SOOO MUCHHH MWAAHHH !! <3333
âplease donât do that.â
you were undoubtedly the most defiant, stubborn girl kento had ever met.
âand why not?â you pouted. âitâs just for a little bit⌠and i canât leave my friend hanging when sheâs dealing with such a crisis! she needs my help.â
âyour help.â kento repeated. âshe needs your help going to a partyâŚ. at one in the morning.â
âitâs not a party itâs a small gatheringââ
ây/n the hour is ungodly right nowâŚâ he sighed, rubbing his forehead. âi donât believe this is very wise.â
you finished applying your blush and stepped back from your large vanity, quickly placing your brush back in itâs holder and grabbing your bottle of perfume, spritzing it.
âitâs fine ken!â you looked up and smiled. âiâll just be gone for a little while iâll be back beforeââ
âiâm sorryââ he held a palm up. âyouâll just be gone? darling, you realize i have to go with you.â
âbut whyyy?â you mumbled, slouching dramatically and chucking your perfume bottle on your bed. âtwo hours! just give me two hours i promise iâll be backââ
âiâm afraid not.â
âwhyyyy!â you whined again, and kento only looked at you with a straight stoic face.
âbecause itâs my job to go with you and you know that.â
and youâd always been defiant and stubborn, kento having known you since you were a little girl as both his and your father were family friends for years, your upbringing a little different from his as your father was exponentially wealthy and owned various companies and properties, his parents just so happening to work for him and gain special bonds and camaraderie over the time of your growing lives.
though kento was only three years older than youâ the gap nothing notable or too drastic, it sure as hell felt like it with how bratty and rebellious you were sometimes on a day to day basis that he had to bare witness of since the age of fourteen.
so why kento thought of you so much when you were the epitome of a spoiled princess⌠was a little unclear to him.
or maybe he did know exactly whyâ the reasoning transparently clear, to a fucking T actually⌠yet his pride and the oath he had set with your father the minute kento started pursuing his desired career after high school, hindered him from ever admitting anything to anyone. especially you.
and because he constantly ignored the way he felt, he was regrettably perplexed every time he was around youâ which was literally every single second of every waking day since the moment he received his protection licensing⌠for kento was your bodyguard, hired by your father who saw his interests in technical protection training, and trusted no other man around his daughter other than kento himself, encouraging him to pursue it as a career in the promise that he would guarantee him a positionâ one with a pay that would have him set for the rest of his life so long as his precious little daughter was happy and safe.
and kento took the offer without so even as a twitch in his serious expression for two reasons.
the first was the obvious, to solidify proper employment for himself in the career that heâd always paid particular interest in ever since he was a kidâ to make a man out of himself and work under prestigious and professional levels of security with someone, your father, whoâs orders of authority were equivalent to a president, and a man he admired like no other and dreamed of owning a business that was as fruitful as his.
and the otherâŚÂ was to keep an eye on you.
you were reckless, bratty, naive, troublesome, silly, and never took absolutely anything seriouslyâ all things that worried kento to no end anytime you so even managed to slip from his sharp attentive line of sight since the both of you were young.
and you escaping him happened a little more often than heâd like to admit.
like now.
ây/nââ
kento sharply turned upon hearing your snickering little giggles zooming past him and trailing from down the hall already, him swiftly retrieving his blazer that he had previously set on one of your lounge chairs and settling it over his arm, long and hasty steps striding out of your bedroom and down the hall, him peaking in several dark open doors and hallways of your ginormous mansion of a home on his wayâ the clicking of your heels and you still giggling serving as a guide for him to find you.
he sighed.
âdarling, this isnât going to change the fact that i still have to accompany youââ
kento rounded the corner and entered one of the many lounge area rooms your father used for business meetings and partnerships, your little head poking out from behind one of the large sofas with a disgruntled pouty look.
âsays who?â
âsays me.â he took the blazer from his arm and extended it, shaking it out a little and preparing to put it on. âand your father.â
you let out a tiny grumble, getting up off your knees and standing.
âbut donât you wanna go to sleep ken?â
âvery much so.â
âso then go! iâm giving you permission heh!â you chirped, sending him a striking smile. âi wonât tell my father! or anyone! you deserve a good nights restââ
âiâm going with you and thatâs final.â
you threw your head back and groaned in frustration, kento finding your tantrum a little amusing as he chuckled and shrugged on his blazer.
âyou want to go to this event, yes?â
you funnily slugged on over to his side with dragging steps, eyes to the floor.Â
âmhmâŚâ
âso then enough fighting and letâs go.â he stepped to the side and gently ushered you forward. âiâd like to be back before your father wakes up.â
you walked forward and out of the lounge room, the both of you beginning your journey down the hall and towards the grand staircase, kento following behind you as you still internally huffed and puffed about him coming along.
your refutes to kento joining you werenât because you didnât like him or anything like that⌠it was quite the opposite actually.
you were obsessed with that man.
âyou scare my friends you knowâŚâ
the side of his lip quirked.
âdo i?â
âmhm.â
âhow so sweetheart?â
âi think itâs your face.â you turned your head around and looked behind you as you walked, hands wringing behind your back with a cute grin. âitâs so serious. and it might be because youâre always staring them down whenever they hang out with me.â
kento calmly walked ahead of you and stepped down a few steps, his hand automatically coming up to assist you and you taking it as you carefully descended down the steps, a gentle act he always did for you.
he pursed his lips.Â
âiâm simply doing my job⌠but i suppose i could lay off a bit.â
you giggled. âno itâs okay ken! i agree. they just donât know you like i do.â
ever since you practically met him you were obsessedâ him being the most poised and respectful piece of hunk to ever grace your life, as kento was so unbelievably different from all of the other straight up boys in your life that deemed themselves to be men, when in reality they didnât even come close to that whatsoever.
kento nanami was the definition of a man.
and out of everything that youâve ever received on a silver platter with zero hesitation since technically birthâŚÂ you wanted him the most.
except you were convinced he wasnât obsessed with you like you were with him.
because the second kento became your bodyguard at the age of literal nineteen, there wasnât ever a moment that you remember where he wasnât with you and pulled to your side like a magnetâ guarding and watching your every move and making sure that you were out of harms way no matter what, all things that were automatic and essentially part of the job description.
but you feared that it was just that.
that kento didnât view you the way you viewed him⌠that you were just a client to him and that the reason he was always around was because he had to be, and not because he wanted to.
you feared that kento only saw you as some helpless spoiled girl who couldnât do anything for herself and therefore always needed guidance, and you also feared that because heâd known you since you were little and became your bodyguard when you were sixteen, that he still saw you as a sixteen year old and not the full grown woman that you were now.
the thought was mortifying to you.
and you wondered if kento had ever thought about you as something more than justâ a client? maybe.. maybe as a lover?
did he at least view you as a friend?
but more importantly, if he wasnât your bodyguard⌠would he stay?Â
kento assisted you down to the very last step as you shook away your thoughts, the both of you making your way out through the front glass double doors and over to his car in the open driveway, a sleek and shiny black luxury SUV that you always preferred to sit in rather than your own vehicle as his little passenger princessâ always and forever and at times putting up a fight when your father would make you drive instead of kento, spouting some nonsense about how he didnât want you to forget how to drive and become an incompetent girl.
and youâd each time just scoff and roll your eyesâ your father always looking for ways to jab scoldings at you and fuss over every choice youâd make regardless of how big or small it was, believing you to be an incompetent girl anyways and you choosing to ignore him and scowl as you moved behind kentoâs big buff frame to hide, him knowing to take over and speak for you whenever you did, as your father listened to him better than he did you ever since you were young.
kento in a way also scolded you often and fussed over your choices⌠but he was gentle. never raising his voice at you or overstepping any boundaries that made you feel like you were stupid and incapable of things, him always giving you the chance to fix it or refute with an open mind and heart to hear you out⌠and you loved kento. that was a given.
and your dramatic self deemed that the day kento yelled at you for the first time for whatever reasonâ was the day that you died.
kento smoothly smiled over what you said with closed lips and opened the car door for you, you getting in and pinching the skirt of your flowy mesh dress to readjust once you were seated, straightening it up over your legs as he rounded over and got in the drivers seat.
âi know a way you can lay off a bit so you donât scare off my friends tonight ken!â
he started the engine and flickered on the high beams, your eyes squinting at the sudden brightness ahead of you.
âand that is..?â
you grinned and leaned over the center console, placing your elbow on it and propping your chin up with your palm, him looking at you expectantly.
so handsome.
âwhy donât you stare at me instead of staring at them!â
kento breathed in as he looked away, steering around and out of the driveway while your close proximity and sweet expensive perfume wafted all around himâ filling up his every system with everything that was wonderfully you as he tried hard not to let it show.
âi believe i already do just that.â he spoke. âitâs my job to watch you darling.â
âokay then watch me harder.â
he blinked, your wording somehow twinging a sense of provocativeness when it wasnât anything like that at all, and he wanted to wash his brain out with holy water for thinking of something inappropriate like that with you.
but you leaned even closer, lips by his ear as he turned the steering wheel to make an easy left.
âyouâre supposed to have eyes only for me right?â
kento swallowed.
âiâm supposed to have eyes everywhere.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and leaned back a bit. âokay⌠but maybe for tonight, just me!â
âiâm afraid if itâs just you i wonât be able to watch for any other signs of abnormalityââ
âoh my god booo!â you huffed and plopped back down in your seat, arms crossing as you stared ahead. âyouâre no funâŚâ
kento chuckled and lifted his arm, patting your head and you blushing before he placed his hand back on the gear shift, the only thing on your mind now was how much you wanted to stuff his big fingers in your mouthâ
âthe event is still the one on melrose street, correct?â
your eyes snapped in his direction. âhuh? oh yes! yes it is.â
he pursed his lips, an uncertain look on his face as you faltered and furrowed your brows.
âwhat ken? whatâs wrong?â
âis it the same host and organization as last time?â
âummâŚâ you pulled your phone out from your purse and scrolled to the initial invite you had received through a friend, perfectly manicured nails tapping away. âuh huh! iâm pretty sure⌠how come?â
âi donât think itâd be very wise to go⌠you got extremely inebriated the last time we went.â
you snorted and waved him off. âthatâs because it was my friends birthday ken. i was celebrating!â
âyou barfed in a bush as soon as we got home.â
âpart of the experience!â
kento shook his head and sighed through his nose, a small smile on his face as he peaked over at you from the side.
ârowdy little girl.â
little girl.
and you felt an unpleasant tug at your heart, you pursing your lips and wanting to defy what he called you.
âi was fine after though, was i not?â
you suddenly grabbed his hand and dropped it down on your exposed thigh, his rough hand making contact with your skin as he accidentally jerked the steering wheel and looked at you with bewildered eyes, you only throwing your head back and laughing.
âwhat?â you spoke in between giggles. âiâm cold! and your handâs so warmââ
âhoneyââ
âyour job is to take care of me right?â you sweetly smiled, and he felt a flutter of familiar yet confusing affection swirl up in his chest at the sight. âand youâre doing just that!â
kento cleared his throat and nodded, hand staying on your thigh and you giddy on the inside as he held it.
âjust know that i have a blanket in the back in case my hand doesnât suffice.â he mentioned, pulling up to a gated community. âthe weather is a bit colder these days.â
your eyes softened, staring at the side of his chiseled jaw and face as he exchanged a few words with the security guard at the front, flashing his ID before the guard gave him the all clear and muttered something over his walkie talkie, the gates slowing sliding open as a result.
âwhy do you have a blanket in the back ken?â you asked softly and looked down, the tip of your index finger tracing over the prominent veins on the back of his hand.
âfor you.â he replied. âyou get cold frequently.â
you grinned.
âawww you remembered!ââ
you unbuckled your seatbelt, jumped up from your seat, and flung your arms around his neck and practically stuffed his cheek up against your chest as you gushed, kentoâs eyes blinking wide eyed and cheeks fucking flaring as he tried to keep steady hands on the wheel and not swerve into the garbage bins in front of the designated mansion, music already blaring through and seeping through the vents of the car as he fumbled to shift the gear into parkâ stiffening the hell out of his neck and not daring to turn his head even the slightest in your direction in fear of facing your breasts head on.
âiâ i appreciate the sentiment sweetheartââ
you pulled back a tiny bit, your arms still tightly locked around his neck but giving him enough space to turn his head to look up at you now, your twinkling hyper eyes shining even through the darkness of the car, kento almost forgetting about the close proximity between the two of you entirely, and also almost forgetting about how this wasâ regrettablyâŚÂ considered to be inappropriate.
he was your bodyguard, he was supposed to protect you, not think about the way your perfect smile right now was so incredibly soul crushing and doing it in just the right way tooâ suffocating his entire being as he tried hard again, in real time, to kick those disrespectful thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on what he was meant to be doing and thinking⌠all of which pertained to his guidance for you, and your safety, most of all.
but you were beautiful.Â
there was no denying that.
âyou know me best out of anyone ken.â
and he did. he truly truly did.
but to kento, you were that forbidden fruit, cast away up into the highest of branches and dangling off of the tallest most unreachable tree of allâ glimmering against the sun, magnificent⌠waiting to be picked by the person who dared to and claim it as their own without a single worry of the troubles that came with ravishing it.
but claiming and ravishing that forbidden fruit definitely came with itâs dire consequences, and kento nanami was an honorable man.Â
if he were to give in to his pulsing desires for you, desires that he couldnât even exactly make sense of as he continued to manifest total and utter blockage in his mind to prevent those thoughts from seeping through, not only would he deal with the embarrassing repercussions with your fatherâ his boss, but inevitably drag you down with him too, as he knew your father has always been rather harsh with you.
and you didnât deserve to be dragged down just because he couldnât control his emotions.
you frowned, tilting your head as you assessed kentoâs strange far off look.
âken?â you asked. âkenny ken?â
âeh?â he blinked rapidly. âoh iâm sorry y/n. i was⌠thinking.â
âthinking?âÂ
you let him go and sat back in your seat, the warmth from your arms dissipating and the goosebumps around his neck prominent now by the chilliness of the car.
âthinking about what?â you quipped, smiling again. âabout meee?â
night and day.
âiâm afraid not.â he switched off the ignition and held the keys in his hand. âmore about how you should be at home and in bed and most definitely not here.â
you pouted, slumping in your seat as you watched him get out of the car and walk over to your side, opening your door for you and offering a hand for you to take.
âbut ken iâm helping a friend.â you took his hand and carefully stepped out, him closing the door behind you as you began walking up the sidewalk with kento following close behind you, the car beeping and flashing its lights to signify he had locked it.
âhoney, your friend is a grown woman.â you both walked up the steps and continued down the long wide driveway, other guests traveling alongside you towards the mansion. âshe doesnât need moral support from you to attend an event.â
âyeah and i donât need a bodyguard for every little thing i do, do i?â you countered, slowing down your steps a little and nudging your shoulder with his. âhm?â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âactually, you do.â
you scoffed. âno i do not.â
the two of you entered through the grand entranceâ doors already open and with a set of security guards on each side as you passed them, kentoâs already alert senses amplified now that you both were in an unpredictable loud environment such as this, and with way too many people for kento to keep track of besides yourself as he scanned the area, ticking the usual and automatic tiny boxes in his head that indicated the area was alright for the time being.
âif my friend is such a grown woman, then so am i!â you yelled over the music as you walked through the mansion to get to the pool area outside, passing by several caterers and butlers with small appetizer dishes on silver trays or champagne glasses, you taking one as your gaze switched between person to person to see if you could try and find anyone you recognized.
kento shook his head a little.
contrary to your popular belief, you never acted like a grown woman sometimesâ constantly rebellious and spontaneous with no hesitations to do anything remotely reckless⌠and that worried him to absolutely no end as he was living in constant stress over something happening to youâ something that he could easily prevent and steer you away from because thatâs what he was fucking there for.
but you were always against it, and he didnât know why when it was simply just protection.
upon entering the pool area, your eyes lit up at the rowdy scene before youâ party guests jumping into the pool in full fledged clothing or throwing each other in, the bar at the end of the backyard lively and busy with multiple individuals already drunk off of their minds as they clumsily passed by you and nearly tumbled you over, kento each time quick to grab your shoulders and gently pull you away so theyâd just about miss you and continue on.
and the minute he caught sight of your group of friends off to the side of the bubbling jacuzzi right before you did, every single one of them already inebriated and rambunctious, he knew he was in for a night of chasing you around and getting you to sober up a little to refrain yourself from running across the lawn in only your undergarments like the last party you both attended.
ây/n! hi!â one of your friends slightly slurred, the one with the âcrisisâ, reaching behind her to grab a red solo cup of god knows what and passing it to you. âhere! i just got some from the kitchen!â
âwhat is it?â you laughed, on the verge of placing the brim to your lips when kento suddenly nudged you, gently prying it away from your fingers and lifting it up to his nose for inspection, you playfully rolling your eyes as you turned back to your friend.
âdunno!â she shrugged, flashing you a wobbly grin. âitâs a mix of tequila aaandddâŚÂ cranberry tonic! yeah!â
âsmells awfully strong.â kento muttered in your ear, passing the cup back to you. âjust moderate your intake.â
âokay dad.â you mocked, the little side smile on your face never failing to deactivate any further scoldings from him about how you shouldnât drink that mix and maybe get something else, him deciding to just let you have fun regardless of the work he was about to be put through⌠as it was hard for kento to say no to you at times anyways.
you brought the rim back to your lips and took a sip, your face immediately scrunching up and gagging.
âthe fuck is this?â you placed a hand over your mouth. âtastes nothing like cranberry and just straight vodkaââ
you ended up drinking the entire cup and two more fills after that, kento each time gently advising you not to and that youâd had enough, but you only pouting and bratty and defying him with every attempt he made at pulling the drink away from you, a water bottle in hand that heâd snagged from one of the coolers as he swiftly moved through the twists and turns of the crowd to stay caught up with you, a skill he was an expert at at this point considering how often you disappeared from his line of sight.
âsweetheart pleaseââ kento caught you by the waist just as you were about to literally jump in the pool, you giggling and hiccuping as he dragged you away. âletâs take a seat for a moment alright? you need to drink water.âÂ
âwhat i need is a teeny weeny kiss from you ken!â
he faltered, eyes dropping to the ground as he continued to half drag and half carry your body to a nearby table away from the commotion by the pool, setting you down on a chair.
âyou need water.â he pushed as he knelt down on a knee in front of you, unscrewing the cap. âand iâm forbidding you from attending any events like this for a month.â
âa month?!â you whined, head dramatically falling back in desperation. âbut why? what did i do?!â
âi told you to moderate your intake.â he gently grabbed your jaw and brought the water bottle to your lips, carefully holding it up for you to drink. âyou were just about to jump in the pool darling and ruin your dress.â
lowering the bottle, your cheeks cutely puffed up with water as you shook your head side to side.
you swallowed. âlies. i was simply walking!â
he fixed the strap of your dress that was halfway sliding off, pulling it back over your shoulder.
âyes into the pool.â he brought the water bottle back to your lips and you drank some more before he lowered it again. âyou need to be more careful y/n.â
you pouted. âare you mad at me ken?â
ânot mad just quite stressedââ
âpull my dress up and spank me then.â
kento slapped a hand over his eyes and shook his head, cheeks buzzing pink at your ludicrous statement.
âdonât say things like that honey.â
âand why not?â you tilted your head, pearly white teeth glimmering against the warm lights of the backyard as he dropped his hand. âthought you loved me.â
âplease sober up.â he breathed out exhaustedly, heart hammering against his fucking chest as he made you drink water again. âbefore you say something silly againââ
you abruptly pulled back and a few droplets of water dribbled down your chin, kento quick to grab the handkerchief in his suit to pat you dry as you narrowed your eyes.
âyou think loving me is silly?â you muttered, a little slur at the end of your sentence.
âof course not darling.â he spoke softly, placing the handkerchief down on the table behind you. âthe other thing you said was sillyââ
âwhatâ spanking me?â you lit up again. âbut itâs hot. and i want it. you should do it once we get to the carââ
kento slapped a hand over your mouth this time, wide frantic eyes looking around to see if anyone had heard your loud lewd blabbering, his face absolutely fucking red at this point as he tried not to vividly imagine what you had just said⌠and pathetically failing at it too.
âenough. weâre going home. you have brunch with the monroeâs tomorrow.â
ânuh uh!â
you pulled his hand away from your mouth and gripped the edges of your chair, trying to cement yourself to it as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled and tugged, you laughing when heâd manage to of courseâ lift you up⌠but the chair along with it as well.
âlet go please.â
ânope!â
âi said let go y/n.â
âif you give me a kiss!â
kento put you back down and sighed.
âyou are unbelievably inebriated.â
âand you are unbelievably handsome.â you cheesed as you got closer, your nose brushing against his and kentoâs breath catching in his throat, stiffening up.
âdarling you donât know what youâre sayingââ
âyes i do.â you spoke, endearingly nudging your nose softly with his and kentoâs eyes warming at the act. âyouâre gods favorite.â
hopeless hopeless girlâŚ
his eyes sinfully flickered down to your pretty lips, plushy and delightful as they perfectly stretched in such a way to form a striking smile that always sent men to their knees wherever you both went, him baring witness to it all as your bodyguard⌠and him includedâ falling to his knees over you.
for kento was just as hopeless as you.
but he was better at ignoring it until it became this puzzling blur in his brain that confused the ever living shit out of him.
âletâs go home.â
his breath fanned against your lips and you softly shook your head.
âkiss me then weâll go.â
kentoâs forehead fell against yours, eyes closing in borderline pain as his big hands came up to cup your cheeks, your own eyes loopily widening with overactive exciting thoughts over what was about to transpire.
if he was about to kiss you⌠could this mean he didnât view you as just a client? as a little girl? but a woman?
was he considering it? did you have a chance? was he actually about to fucking kiss you?â
kento sharply breathed in and turned your head slightly to the side, planting his lips hard on your cheek and him unmoving for a moment, you still wide eyed and shocked as your cheek mushed up against the force of his mouth.
he pulled back with a smack! and stood, hand extending out for you to take.
âready now?â
your fingers slowly came up to the side of your face in a complete daze, because though it wasnât a full blown kiss, the linger of his lips was still there even after the gesture was long over, your little cheek tingling and warm.
you nodded, taking his hand and attempting to stand but reeling over as you did, your head in complete drunken disarray as kentoâs arms quickly shot out and caught you from falling face first on the ground.
âi canâtââ you giggled, hiccuping between each laugh. âi canât walk ken. and my feet hurt.â
âiâm aware.â he sighed, sitting you back down on the chair and kneeling again, grabbing your ankle.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked, watching the way he propped up your foot and tugged at the clasp on your heels, carefully sliding it off and beginning to do the same with the other.
âyouâre in pain, yes?â he slipped your other heel off and stood, placing your heels on a nearby table before positioning himself next to you, sliding a hand under your knees. âput your arms around my neck sweetheart.â
you did as told, your little heart singing happy drunken tunes over him being such a gentleman and taking care of you in the way that he was, you knowing in the morning youâd regret it and be embarrassed, but choosing to bask in the moment for the meantime and deal with the horrific hungover consequences later.
kento easily lifted you with only one fucking arm supporting you under your knees as you held on, his other hand grabbing your heels before weaving through the other tables and venturing out of the pool area, everybody else too inebriated to care or notice some big bulky man carrying you out through the backyard and inside the mansion, your head resting against his chest.
âare you alright?â he asked, taking a quick glance down at you as he reached the grand entrance to exit. âdo you feel ill?â
âno iâm okay.â you smiled. âjust thinking about the fact that youâre a cheater.â
he chuckled. âa cheater? in what way?â
kento carefully stepped down the steps and began his walk across the spacious lawn back to the car, you tightening your grip on his neck and wanting him to hold you like this forever.
âthe deal was for a kiss.â
âand i gave you one.â he softly smiled, squeezing your thigh a little in emphasis.
âon the cheek!â you retorted. âi wanted one on the mouth.â
kento blushed furiously and looked away, trying to straighten himself up as he walked down the sidewalk with you in his arms.
âyou didnât specify darling.â
âyeaahhh right.â you mumbled, watching the lights of his car flash up ahead as it unlocked by the click of kentoâs keys, him coming up to the passenger side and opening the door. âjust say youâre repulsed by me.â
he scoffed. âyouâre saying silly things again.â
âthe proof is in the pudding.â
kento carefully bent and set you down on your seat, placing your heels next to you on the floor and straightening out the skirt of your dress for you.Â
âthe proof is that youâre drunk. iâm not making any moves like that when youâre not in the correct state of mind.â
you gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth. âare you saying you would have? if i was sober? did you bring my water with you? i need to drink it right now where is itââ
âdear god i did not say that.â he closed the door and came round to the other side, an amused little smile on his lips as he got in. âand iâm sorry but i left it behind.â
âkentooo!â you whined. ânow how else are you supposed to kiss me?â
he shakily pressed the âonâ button for the ignition and looked away, your bold words and requests and moves serving as sheer torment to him as they one after the other kept being thrown at his face, him aware this is how you usually were anyways, but ten times unbelievably worse now that you were intoxicated.
and kento was growing weaker.
âiâm not supposed to do anything.â he backed out of the parking space and sped off. âand itâs nearly four in the morning y/n. you have brunch with the monroeâs at ten and youâre supposed to be up by eight.â
you groaned, head dropping back against the headrest as you crossed your arms.Â
âi never wanted to go to that in the first place.â you muttered. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends and whoever else is going are a bunch of boring bitches. all they talk about is what their daddies just bought them.â
the yearly monroe brunch was a way for you and the other daughters of your fathers various business partners to bond and maintain connections, some sort of peace treaty between them all so long as their little preppy daughters were kept satisfied and spoiled, your father forcing you to go every year and demanding you to keep friendships with them all, insisting that it would serve beneficial to him with their parents and help nourish the business even more than it already was.
you genuinely liked the monroe daughters and the rest of the girls at first, sixteen year old you seeking their validation and acceptance for years and constantly following after every little thing that they did, afraid of slipping up and landing in their rotten graces as soon as you did anything that would upset themâŚÂ until they started badmouthing kento.
after that you didnât give a fuck.Â
because anyone that was so willing as to talk bad about such a respectful and kind man as kento to you, was someone who immediately feel in your rotten graces, each and every one of them doing so the minute they started calling him weird for constantly following you around, putting him down for it and saying he should find something better to do than be your bodyguard, and that you didnât need such high class protection and deeming it unnecessary.
whether they were jealous of the fact that you had a bodyguard and they didnât was mystery to you, but ever since that day, you despised the yearly monroe brunch, you now aware of who they truly were and realized how blind you were to it just because you were seeking their validationâ wanting nothing to do with them from that point forward and begging your father to just let you skip out and that they were better off without you there anyways.
but he never listened.
kento laughed, nodding curtly over what you said. âalthough true, you still have to go honey.â
âi donât know why my father canât just piss off.â you sighed and looked out the window, cars zooming past you as he drove down the freeway. âi really donât see the point in me going.â
âyouâre an important asset.â he spoke. âall of the daughters coming together is tradition.â
âwhatâ to sit there and drink tea and eat muffins? stupidest tradition iâve ever heard ken.â
he chuckled, reaching over to pat your thigh and your cheeks going pinky as he did so, your drunken mind still somehow clearly recalling when he had his warm hand on you earlier in the car prior to the party.
he went to retract his hand and you quickly stopped him, timidly placing it back on your thigh and settling your hand over his big one, the both of you nervously avoiding eye contact and choosing not to say anything.
kento understood wholeheartedly why you hated going to the monroe brunch so much, for he wasnât particularly a fan of hearing them talk for hours about whoâd they just dumped or what theyâd just bought, and he sympathized with youâ really, your father although a man he admired for his work ethic and sought after for his approval, was unrighteously stoic with you and always dismissed your thoughts and opinions, the fact saddening kento whenever he witnessed it first hand.
âyouâll be alright.â he spoke up quietly again, noticing the way you were dozing off a little in your seat. âitâs just for brunch. you wonât have to worry about seeing them again until next year.â
âyou mean until the dinner party weâre hosting next week.â you sleepily muttered, eyes closed as both of your hands laid over his that was on your thigh, holding it almost as if you were afraid that kento would pull away, his eyes softening at the thought.
âah, thatâs right.â he pulled into your gated community, the security guard already recognizing kento and his car as he merely waved and pressed the button to open the gate, driving through once it did entirely. âi had forgotten.â
âmmm..â you hummed, and he smiled, facing the road again and turning the wheel with every curve and turn of your neighborhood, your dimly lit mansion coming into view eventually and him pulling up to park in your grandiose driveway next to you car, turning off the ignition.
you laid still and pretty in your seat, chest slowly rising and falling as you softly breathed through your nose, you in a drunken slumber as kento quietly got out of the car and went over to your side, opening your door.
âdarling.â he whispered, shuffling an arm under your knees and the other on your back. âi need to carry you up, okay? hold onto me please.â
you mumbled incoherently and did so, your arms limply wrapping around his neck as he carried you out of the car and shut the door with a push from his leg, locking his car and the little horn going off again as he hoisted you up, walking up the stone path of your driveway and up to the grand double doorsâ one of your housekeeping staff already there holding the door open for you both, them also used to your late night partying and shenanigans.
âthank you.â he whispered gratefully as he passed, and they nodded, locking up the house behind you as kento continued on up the staircase and down the spacious hallway, his dress shoes clicking against the shiny flooring and echoing across the silence as he reached your bedroom.
he carefully set you down on your bed once inside, you groggily rubbing your eyes as he stepped back and over to your large vanity, rummaging through your things and drawers while knocking a few nail polishes and perfumes overâ various clatterings and kento cursing under his breath over the noise, it making you sleepily giggle.
âwhat are you looking for ken?â you whispered, one of your eyes tiredly peeking open.
âyourâ ah⌠iâm afraid i canât remember what itâs calledââ
he gestured to his face. âyou remove your makeup with it sweetheart.â
you closed your eye again. âoh my wipes..? theyâre in the bottom drawer to your left.â
he opened the corresponding drawer and reached in, taking out your makeup remover wipes and walking back over to you, peeling open the packing and sliding an individual white wipe out, you lifting a hand out to grab it but stopping once he moved it away from you.
you drowsily looked up at him, about to speak until he took your chin in between his fingers and tilted you up, him bending a bit and lifting his hand to wipe off your makeup, delicately removing it with precision as you tiredly let a small smile grow on your lips.
âi can do it ken itâs okay.â
he shook his head, you closing your eyes as he wiped off your mascara. âoh itâs alright youâre exhausted⌠and iâve seen you do it quite a few times.â
you peaked your other eye open, his handsome face so unforgettable against the moonlight streaming through your balcony doors that your little sleepy heart started gushing over literally just who he was, your head leaning into his touch.
âkayâŚâ
he finished wiping the rest of it off after a minute, tossing it into your little bin under your vanity desk before walking over to your walk-in closet and disappearing for a few moments, coming back out with one of your silk baby blue pajama sets in hand, offering it out to you.
âchange please.â you sluggishly took the set from him and nodded. âiâll be just outsideââ
âno itâs okay.â you stood and reached for the hem of your dress. âyou can stayââ
you pulled up your dress with no fucks given and kentoâs eyes bulged open, immediately slapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around with his heart thumping on overdrive, the image of your perfect body adorned with a lacy white bra and panties a hard one to try andâ unfortunatelyâ forget for the sake of respecting your privacy and the most intimate parts of yourself.
you giggled and kento shook his head in desperation, placing a hand on his hip.
âdonât do things like that honey.â he scolded gently, a hand still over his eyes as you changed. âat least wait until i avert my attentionââ
âyou donât wanna see?â you pouted, finishing by buttoning up your top and tugging at the sleeve of his suit for him to turn around. âitâs all for you ken.â
forâ forâ
oh dear god help him.
âitâs time to sleep.â he reached around you and pulled back the covers of your bed, you whining. âcome on you have brunch with the monroeâsââ
you grumbled and climbed on, dropping yourself on the mattress and shuffling under your various fluffy blankets and sheets, him helping you in pulling them over you until they were settled comfortably by your chest.
âkento.â
âhm?â he hummed, still fiddling with your blankets and basically tucking you in, you finding it incredibly sweet.
âthank you for always taking care of me.â
he stopped, eyes flickering to yours before a soft close lipped smile spread across his face.
âof course darling.â he patted your head. âitâs what iâm here for.â
you knew what he was actually supposed to be there for was only for your protectionâ to only clock in when you went to events and clock out the second said event was over and done with and you were back home safe and sound.
except kento clocked in the moment your eyes opened for the day, and clocked out as soon as they closed again at night, him by your side through everything in your life and not just for special events, but making sure you had had enough to eat and that you werenât sick after you spent the day out without a jacket (much to his pestering), that you finished your homework when you were in school and helped you with it as best as he could, and that he was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father yelled at you over something idiotic againâ all in all taking care of you like you thought a lover would do for their most treasured thing.
and you hoped you were kentoâs most treasured thing.
he was yours, after all.
âi like when you call me darling.â you murmured softly. âand honey. and sweetheart.â
kento swallowed and blushed, thankful that it was sort of dark in your room and that you couldnât see how pink in the face he actually was over something so minimal.
âiâm glad.â he replied. âyouâd let me know if it ever makes you uncomfortable correct?â
you quickly shook your head. âit never makes me uncomfortable ken⌠ever.â
he nodded, smiling in satisfaction.
âyou know what does make me uncomfortable?â
he faltered, brows furrowing in concern.
âwhat honey?â
âthe fact that you still havenât kissed me on the lipsââ
he sharply breathed in and leaned back to stand upright, you giggling and protesting as you flung your arms around his neck before he could, bringing him roughly back down to you and basically pulling him on top of you as kento let out a little oof at the force.
he planted his palms flat on your mattress, trying to lift himself up a bit but unable to due to the astronomical grip you had on him.
ây/n iâm crushing you let meââ
âso?â
âyou wonât be able to properly breatheââ
âand? this is the way to go!â
kento laughed into your neck then, managing to lift himself up at least a little bit  to look at you.
âsilly girl.â he murmured, and you grinned.
how stunning.
his eyes dangerously switched to your lips, and you noticed this, your heart skipping a small beat in your chest.
âken.â
âyes?â
âwhat do you view me as.â
his gaze shifted and locked with yours, his brows pinching together.
âwhat do you mean honey?â
âlikeââ you pursed your lips, looking away to the side in embarrassment. âdo you see me as just⌠a client? or just a friend? or like a little girl who doesnât know how to do anything? or spoiled?â
âa client?â he repeated. ânot at all thatâsâ an awfully wrong term for what you are.â
your head snapped in his direction.
âreally?â
he sat up, sitting himself down on the edge of your bed next to you and you scooching over.
âyou are spoiled.â he continued, chuckling once he saw the hopeful expression on your face fall and turn sour. âbut it doesnât mean that youâre incapable of doing things⌠iâve never once thought of you as such.â
you hummed in acknowledgement, relieved a little.
âdo you see me as a woman?â you asked softly.
he looked at you confusedly.
âwellâ of course. thatâs what you are, arenât you?â
âno i meanââ you sighed, struggling to get the words out as a blush rose to your cheeks. âlike a woman. like the kind that makes you want toâŚâ
you faltered, and he waited patiently for you to continue.
âlike the kind of woman youâd want to kiss and things⌠likeâ like the kind youâd see yourself falling in love with⌠or am i justâ a friend?â
kento froze.
were you still drunk?
âsweetheart itâs not wise to talk about things like this when youâre inebriated please restââ
âiâm not!â you frantically shook your head. âi sobered up a long time agoâŚâ
dear god.
he canât answer your question. he canât answer your question without straight up lying to you just so he can keep that boundary of respect he had for you and your father, to keep the vow kento had with him as your protector, as your guideâŚ
but kento nanami wasnât a liar.
and kento nanami loved youâ a feeling he had idiotically mistaken for confusion when it was actually the plain and utter truth, for what he felt for you was clearer than anything else in his life, and absolutely nothing about it was ever confusing like he swore up and down before that it was.
heâd knownâŚ. heâd always known. and thatâs perhaps why he took the bodyguard position in the first place without a fret to your father.
to stay by your side.Â
to make sure you were safe⌠with him.
but did he dare?⌠did he dare to take the pretty forbidden fruit he had tried so hard for years to stay clear from? to leave it glimmering and healthy to flourish on its own no matter how badly he wanted to harvest it and claim for himself?
âiââ
he hesitated, your beady doe eyes looking at him so hopefully that it clenched his heart without mercy.
âi love youâŚâ he spoke softly. âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice.â
you blinked, unsure if you should take that positively or negativelyâ
âbut i love you still⌠you know that.â
you looked at him.
âbut love in what way?â you responded.
because love you in the way of a friend or family member sure, and you knew kento did at least that much and wouldnât have spent so much time with you since the ages of eleven and fourteen if otherwise.
but did he love you?
âlove⌠in the way that makes me want to kiss you.â he tugged at the watch on his wrist, referencing to what you had said before. âand love in the way that makes me want to give everything i have to you honey.â
because he has. heâs been.
âreally?â you whispered, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs as he picked up his head to look at you, nodding.
kento opened his arms out for you then and you slowly pushed the covers off of you, crawling over and extending your arms to wrap around his abdomen, his around your shoulders while you tucked your face into his chest.
âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice my loveâŚâ he repeated, and you frowned, already feeling your bottom lip wobble.
âwhy?â
âi have too much respect for you and your father.â he explained, caressing your hair through his fingers. âand i feel that iâm taking advantage of my position by being with you always⌠that iâm not giving you a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone elseââ
âi donât want anyone else.â you cut him off. âi donât need to explore to figure that out ken.â
you looked up at him, cheek mushed up against him. âyouâre with me always too⌠do you need a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone else?â
âno.â he shook his head. âno i absolutely do not.â
you giggled softly. âsee? then why would i need one?â
he stared down at you softly, a warm smile that could kill millions if he so let it on his face, and you blushed.Â
âi guess youâre right sweetheart.â
kento continued to run his big fingers through your hair, you dozing off a little at the soothing feeling.
âi donât think your father will be very happy knowing i love you.â
you grumbled. âwho cares what that old fart thinksââ
he snorted, lightly tapping your shoulder in a form of scolding, you laughing and holding him tighter.
âhe doesnât have to know for nowâŚâ you murmured. âand honestly i didnât even know you loved me so i think weâre okayââ
âiâm sorry?â he blinked. âi thought i made it somewhat⌠clear?â
âno!â you countered. âyou rejected every move i made ken⌠you had me basically begging for you.â
his brows pinched in guilt. âiâm sorry my love⌠i was doing it more for you than for me iâ ⌠i didnât have any ill intent behind it.â
âitâs okay ken.â you smiled cutely, pulling back and propping yourself up by your palms on your mattress, leaning and planting a sweet kiss to his cheek. âthough you couldâve just told me you had a begging kink i wouldâve understood and begged you to put your fingers in myââ
kentoâs eyes widened and he shut you up with a hand over your mouth, your muffled giggles seeping through as he shook his head.
âyou have the most vulgar mouth.â
you took his wrist and brought it away, your lips coming next to his ear.
âdo something about it then.â
he stilled.
âor do you want me to say what other things i want you to do to me?â
âenough you need to restââ he placed his hands on your waist with the intent to pull you back and lay you down to sleep⌠but he just couldnât do it, his grip shakily tightening instead.
âwhat i needâŚâ you slid your hands agonizingly slow up his chest and around his broad shoulders, your lips brushing against his with hot steamy desperate breaths fanning across each others faces. âis to know what itâs like to have your fingers in my mouth kenâŚâ
âdarling pleaseââ
ââi wanna lick all over themââ
he respects you... dear god kento respects you heâ he couldnât possibly indulge inâ
ââso i can show you how good i can suck and choke on your cockââ
kento mushed your cheeks together with his fingers and swallowed your lips up, you letting out a little squeak of surprise as his other unoccupied arm locked around your waist and pulled you flush against him, him hungrily kissing you and gulping down your humming moans of satisfaction as you hurriedly swung a leg over his thighs, straddling him.
you disconnected from his lips and pulled back, taking his hand and bringing it up to your mouth as you pushed him down on the mattress with your unoccupied one, kento looking up at you so hot and bothered and astonished as you hovered over him, plump precious lips wrapping around his index and ring finger and sensually sliding it deeper and deeper in your mouth across your wet tongue.
âjesus sweetheartâŚâ he breathed out, eyes entirely transfixed on the way your lips closed around his fingers entirely and sucked, your head pumping slowly and you delighted over how hard he felt underneath his slacks over something as just you sucking on his fingers.
âmâgonna suck your dick.â you spoke with a mouthful of his digits, and he sat up a little.
âmy darling you donâtâ you donât have to do that itâs alrightââ
you slid his fingers out of your mouth and pouted. âbut i want to⌠unless you donât want me to? or do you prefer someone else to do itââ
âwhat? stop that.â he shook his head, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear as you snickered, his hand coming down to cup your cheek. âiâm just worried about keeping you up⌠you have to get ready in a couple of hours.â
you shrugged, giving him a little grin.
âif itâs you and your big dick keeping me up i could care less.â
you swung your thighs off of his lap and stood momentarily, dropping down to your knees and positioning yourself in between his legsâ kentoâs rounded eyes and shaky breaths making you laugh a little as you reached for the buckle of his belt, tugging the clasp open and him helping you in slipping it off before reaching in his pants, a trembling but needy hand pulling out his thick cock and slowly pumping it.
kento wouldâve never thought youâd be kneeling in between his legs and about to do something heâd only fleetingly thought of, the sinful images quickly grabbed by him before he could materialize them in his head any further and tossed in the trash without looking back, embarrassed and awkwardly flustered that heâd thought of such a thing when you were usually just sitting there on your vanity desk dolling yourself up, or simply speaking to him.
he wouldâve never thought that the questions of being something more to you than just your bodyguard, would actually actualize itself, your pretty lips beginning to wrap around the tip of his cock and all he can think about is you and how many days he spent yearning for you, confusing it for uncertainty, and lying to himself before giving in to the fact that he did love you.Â
and very much so.
to kento, it was a privilege to undergo this intimate experience given by gracious you, and he only wished he didnât push it away for so many years and dismissed your obvious attempts.
for what was happening now, was heavenly compared to the fleeting thoughts he had tossed in the trash prior⌠and your pace was rapid, your deprived little mouth that had begged for him time and time again slurping the ever living soul out of him as he clenched his jaw to keep his moans in, afraid of your father or any of the other housekeeping staff hearing what was filthily happening inside your bedroomâ his face crossed over in pleasurable shock at how messy and drooly you were all over his dick without even allowing yourself the chance to breathe as you sucked.Â
âhoneyââ he heaved, swallowing hard as he gathered your hair up into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. âsâslow down or youâll chokeââ
you didnât listen, your thighs clenching together to ease yourself a little as you sunk your mouth down and gagged, the tip of his cock lodged in the back of your throat so deliciously that he let out a string of rare curses from his lips.
you slurped back up and pulled off of his length with a pop, you sticking your tongue out and smiling too as you tapped his girthy dick on your tongue teasingly.
âbut i want to choke kenâŚâ you placed an open mouthed slutty kiss on the side. âand iâd like you to fuck my mouth too pleaseââ
âshitââ he cleared his throat, his balls feeling awfully full and heavy as you parted your lips and took him in again. âbut i could potentially harm youââ
you pulled off again. âkento i donât care just use me or iâll make youââ
he quickly gathered your soft hair again, leaned back on an elbow and shoved you back down, bucking his hips up and hitting your uvula so hard that you choked, eyes immediately watering and you moaning as he continued to buck his hips up and force you down, sloshing gurgling noises from you fueling his every being with ecstasy, throwing his head back and eyelids fluttering closed.
âyou have such a dirty mouth sweetheartâŚâ he grunted. âwhere did you learn that from? huh?â
you tried to respond, his relentless hip thrusting and filling your mouth up preventing you from getting anything out besides choking noises and spit, kento picking his head back up and looking at you with half lidded eyes.
âi hope youâre not speaking to other little dumb boys with it and teasing them the way you tease meâŚâ
you tried to shake your head no and get it across that you absolutely were notâ that you were physically repulsed by any other man making moves on you in your life because they were never him⌠but his big cock stuffing your throat was drowning out your every attempt so good that you couldnât.
âno?â a little dazed smile played at his lips, his abdomen tightening and signifying that he was about to blow his entire pent up load in your mouth. âgood honey⌠i donât want you wasting your time.â
he bucked his hips up faster and forced your head down deeper, his panting and low grumbling moans making you fucking wild as you tried your best to take all of him and suck him, tears from how many times you gagged and choked trickling down your cheeks and you not giving a single fuck and pushing through, noticing that kentoâs increased fidgeting and gasping was a signal that he was probably close.
and when you felt him loosen his grip on your hair, gently trying to pry you off so that he could cum somewhere else and not in your throat like the little gentlemen that he was, you slipped your mouth down again and held yourself firm, lips pumping up and down as you jerked him alongside, kento running a hand down the side of his cheek with eyes screwed tightly shut.
âdarling i feelââ he quickly sat up, his expensive watch glistening against the moonlight as his hand fell over his heart. âi feel my release let meââ
he pushed at your shoulders gently and you refused, continuing to suck him off and drive him to the edge until a low gutting groan left his lips, you squeaking as he suddenly went feral and pushed the back of your head down and filled your throat up with his cum, sputtering and swallowing down as much as you could while he held you there.
âchrist iâm sorryââ he let you go and you came off of him, gasping for air and with a mix of cum and drool seeping down your chin as you fell back on your ass, your chest moving erratically as you tried to catch your breath.
kento immediately stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped it up, standing and placing his hands on your waist as he easily picked you up off the floor and sat you down next to him on the bed, concerned tumblings over your well being falling from his mouth as he moved your disheveled hair away from your face.
âhoney i canât tell you how sorry i amâŚâ he dug into his blazer for his handkerchief, your tongue lapping up the excess drool and cum from your chin as his cheeks went red over you doing that, quickly stepping in and wiping off the rest for you.
âsorry for what ken?â you hummed, your voice a little hoarse and making kento feel guiltier as he sighed, placing the handkerchief down on your nightstand.Â
âfor abusing your throat y/nâŚâ he spoke gently, ushering you to bed again as he pulled back the covers. âi wasnât letting you breatheââ
âbut i liked it.â you countered softly, crawling to your pillow and planting a tender little kiss to his cheek on your way, settling under the covers. âi asked you to use me baby⌠and you did just that! good job!â
kento playfully rolled his eyes and brought your blankets up to your chest.Â
âyes but i couldâve done it in a better way.â
âin a better way likeeeâŚ?â you grinned cheekily. âlike sex? well then you shouldâve just asked ken i can take off myââ
you sat up and began unbuttoning your top, kentoâs hands shooting out and stopping you midway as he flusteredly buttoned it back up, you laughing.
âplease sweetheart you need to rest⌠itâs nearly six in the morning.âÂ
you groaned and plopped back down on your pillow. âjust tell the monroeâs iâm sick. iâd rather be getting dicked down by you than drinking tea with themââ
âalright okay okayââ he brought the covers back up over you with an amused shy smile. âweâll talk more about it tomorrow. at the monroeâs.â
you huffed and turned your back to him, kento chuckling before leaning over and placing a delicate lingering kiss on your temple, a slow sleepy smile crossing your face as you relished in the fact that he actually loved you⌠your fear of him seeing you as nothing more than just a spoiled brat quickly dissipating from the second he uttered his bashful but yet authentic confession to you.
you had been living in absolute worry and defiance and frustrating yourself when that wasnât necessary at allâ kento was just a gentlemen, a man, and his apprehensions for indulging in something more between the two of you were very real and valid and you understood⌠but you also didnât care, your stubborn unruly (and spoiledâŚ) personality and mind wanting nothing more than just kento.
and as long as you had him by your side, you didnât care about anything else.
even when you had only gotten a total of a solid two hours of sleep before you had to wake up for brunch with the monroeâs, you didnât care about that either, because kento was the one to wake you up with a soft hand down your back and gentle murmurs that slowly eased you awake, him delivering you a warm cup of hot chocolate for the morning because he knew you werenât the biggest fan of coffee, and the brunch itself not seeming so bad too since you knew he would be there with you through the entire thing.
your newest biggest fear now though⌠was what your father would say once you told him.Â
âare these alright for your hair miss y/n?â
you stopped applying your eyeshadow for a moment and turned your body from your bench seat, a tray of cute shiny pearled up bobby pins that you had requested a week prior sitting neat and ready for you, you looking up and smiling sweetly at your housekeeping staff.
âoh yes! these are beautiful thank you!â
she nodded. âdo you need help putting these in? or are you okay?â
âiâm okay! if anything iâll just ask kento hehe.â
she laughed softly, nodding again before placing the little tray down next to you on your vanity desk and turning to leave, passing by none other than kento on her way as he peaked through your door, giving your housekeeping staff a polite smile and allowing her to pass through first, making his way inside your bedroom once she left.
a cup of misty tea was carefully placed next to you on your desk, and you moved your eyeshadow brush away from your face again to see kento looking down at you with a kind grin, you instantly brightening up and scooching down on your seat to give him a little room to sit with you.
âyou didnât have to bring me this ken you gave me hot chocolate this morning!â
your voice was still a bit hoarse, and thatâs precisely why he brought you hot tea to begin with, sighing softly through his nose as he sat down on the other side of your bench next to you.
âitâs for your throat honey.â you continued to buff out your eyeshadow, putting your brush away upon finishing and reaching up to fiddle with your bun, taking a few strands out for a more candid look. âhow do you feel?â
âhorny.â
kento went into a coughing fit and you laughed, his reactions to your ludicrousy always being a favorite of yours as you pecked his cheek in apology.
âsorry sorryââ you wiped the gloss you got on him off of his chiseled cheek, picking up your little tea cup after and taking a sip. âi mean itâs true i want your dick inside of me butââ
âdarling.â
âokay!â you set your tea cup down, grumpily took some of your pearl bobby pins from the tray and started sticking them in your hair. âjust say you donât want to have sex with me itâs fineââ
âthat is not what iâm saying whatsoeverââ
âyou refused to have sex with me last night and youâre doing it again right now mph!ââ
he clasped a big hand over your mouth and pulled your head in, bringing his lips to your ear.
âthere is nothing more i want than to be inside of you and split your warm little cunt open.â
your eyes blew out in shock.
âso enough or you wonât get anything.â
he turned your head to make you look at him directly.
âunderstood?â
you quickly nodded and he lowered his hand, grabbing one of yours and kissing the back of it before standing and walking to the door.
âyour father wants you in the car with me in twenty minutes sweetheart. iâll wait for you there.â
you watched him click the door shut behind him and you spun your head back around to face the mirror, shakily moving some strands away and quickly fanning yourself in attempts at calming the fuck down, completely thrown off course on what you were supposed to do next in your routine as you couldnât even remember what you had just done.
because kento had a secret feral mouth that you had no idea of until nowâŚ
and you wanted to hear it again.
eventually you gathered yourself up and finished putting the rest of your bobby pin pearls in your hair, shuffling around in your room looking for your chiffon scarf and breathing out a sigh of relief once you caught sight of its pastel yellow fabric, it matching your summery dress and peeking from your bed as you snatched it and looped it around your upper arms, the fabric falling gracefully in a low curve behind you as you grabbed your clutch and made your way out the door.
you didnât know what energy to exactly expect from the car ride as you trotted down your staircase and out to his car, but you were nonetheless still surprised to see that kento carried on like he didnât just mutter in your ear that he wanted to rearrange your guts and for you to behave, you blinking at him and perplexed when he just went on about what things to pay attention to that the girls say because he knew your father would ask you about that certain topic later, not wanting you to get in trouble and an earful if you werenât able to answer his questions about it.
and you were still perplexed upon arriving at the monroeâs estateâ their place of living the only thing you really liked about the yearly brunches, as they lived in what looked like a fucking english regency palace instead of the plain modernized mansions you were accustomed to (including yoursâŚ), and you couldnât help but feel a little jealous each year of the wonderful labyrinth the monroeâs had, an endless place of history and poise that your own home very much lacked.
but as beautiful as their estate was, it still didnât make up for the absolute bitches that lived in it.
âken if you turn this car around right now i will do absolutely anything you say and not go to any parties for two months instead of just oneââ
he chuckled loudly and shook his head, rounding their grand water fountain that sat extravagantly in the center of their lawn outside, other sleek cars already parked in the front.Â
âitâs just for a couple of hours honey.â he parked the car and turned off the ignition, unbuckling his seatbelt. âjust indulge in their conversations for a while⌠and listen please. your father will ask about it later.â
kento shut the door as you unbuckled your seatbelt, him opening yours on the other side while offering a hand out for you to take, you gratefully doing so with a stoic dead look on your face as you kept your eyes locked to the grabble below.
âthey donât even like me.â you muttered, flashing a polite smile to the housekeeping staff that was waiting up ahead, walking up the steps. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends donât even like each other theyâre all just a bunch of fakeââ
ây/n!â
both of your heads shot up just as you entered the estate, the eldest of the monroe sisters trodding up to you with a smile.
âitâs good to see you!â her eyes shifted to kento. âand with nanami. of course.â
bitch.
âmhm! yup!â you exchanged polite hugs and stepped back. âare the rest of the girls here?â
âyes they just got here actually! theyâre all out in the garden with my sisters i was just heading there now!â
âgreat! iâll see myself then, you go on ahead.â you tightly smiled, and she shrugged, bidding you a âsee you laterâ before disappearing off into the depths of her home, you slowly turning around with a stressed out twitch in your eye but faltering when kento wasnât behind you like you thought he was.
you spun around as your tried to look for him, gaze scanning the area to find him and stopping once you did, your brows furrowing in confusion upon seeing him at the other side of the corridor staring at something.
you slowly began walking down, eyes locked on what he was looking at and it making you stop in your tracks next to him once you got close enough to see.
the wall in front of you was littered with wedding photos of the monroe sisters parents and the generations beforeâ the ceremony, cake cutting, pictures of their first dance, and singular portraits of various brides and grooms on their wedding days scattered about with smiles on their faces, all things kento was just staring at without any indication in his expression that could let you know as to what was going on in his head.
âken?â you asked softly, and he looked to you.
âoh iâm sorry.â he glanced at his watch. âare you ready to head out into the garden?â
âyâyeahâŚâ your eyes switched back to the wall ahead.
âyou were looking at their wedding photos?â you smiled. âtheyâre cute huh? i look at them too every time we come.â
he nodded, placing a hand on your lower back to lead you away from the wall and towards the garden again.Â
âi was only curious.â he spoke. âthereâs an awful large amount of them.â
you snorted in agreement and continued walking, feeling like there was something he was thinking about and not telling youâ you looking to the garden entrance ahead then deciding to take a peek at kento again through the corner of your eye, you suddenly finding him looking over his shoulder at the portraits still.
and your eyes softened.
you slowed down and reached up, gently turning his head from the portraits to you.
âwhatâs wrong ken?â you looked over at the wall and back to him. âwhy do you keep looking at the pictures?â
âohâ i didnât realize.â he readjusted his yellow lensed sunglasses and continued ushering you on with a hand on your back.Â
you frowned.
âken you wouldnât look at something for that long without any reasoning behind itâŚâ
âitâs truly nothing.â he responded simply, the both of you entering the garden now and drawing nearer to the long table set up amidst a bed of roses and daisies, the rest of the girls beginning to take their seats. âenjoy your brunch darling.â
âno! butââ
âitâs alright go say helloââ
âiâd rather actually rotââ
âhello y/n!â
you stopped fidgeting and dropped your arms, another tight smile on your face as you greeted the youngest monroe sister from the table, deciding to ignore kentoâs chuckling from behind you and walk up, taking a seat with the rest of them and looking over the extravagantly set up table for anything to stuff your face withâ it filled with little pastries and appetizers from top to bottom, a pretty strawberry shortcake cake in the middle surrounded by a tier of cupcakes and scones, little baked sandwich platters, and a porcelain tea cup set at each of your designated seats to enjoy.
you lightened up a little over all of the cute details and selections, forgetting that the monroeâs always knew how to put on a lovely brunch for all of you every year as you extended an arm, grabbing the nearest tea pot and carefully pouring the steaming liquid in your cup.
âgirls! just the other day my father bought me another set of those diamond jewels from the franziskaâs!â
thatâs why youâd always forget.
the rest of them gushed and looked around the table to the eldest monroe, her neck clad in a pretty diamond necklace with matching earrings and rings.
âi know right? i had lost my previous set while swimming in the lake and my staff couldnât find them.â
âoh that happened to me once.â one of their girlfriends piped up. âit was an exclusive emerald set from europe⌠only one in the entire world made!â
the rest of the girls gasped and murmured.
âi had my staff looking in the lake all day and night for three days until one of them finally found it!â
âoh thank god!â the middle monroe sister breathed out. âi wouldâve absolutely hated to lose those! especially since theyâre a one of a kind!â
âmhm yup! and you know what else actually? just the other day i found out francisâ you know the girl from the faltis family?â
the girls faces turned knowing and they eagerly nodded.
âi found out she was asking up and down various jewelry shops and makers for my emerald set!â
they all gasped.
âyouâre kidding!â
âno! the girl either wanted to copy me or make the same exact set to still copy me.â
âoh! that sleazyââ
you completely tuned them out beyond this point, your brain literally pulsing with the stupidest shit you had ever come across to hearing in your life, choosing to sit there and enjoy the weather and pretty cherry blossoms around you as you ate a cranberry scone and thought about the things you wanted to do for the weekend.
itâs not like you were a total opposite from the rest of the girls.
you too liked jewels and pretty things, luxury branded vehicles and a little bit of gossip here and there.
but it was the way they talked about it and handled each thing was what aggravated you the most.
they were ungrateful, greedy, and bitchyâ no other girl that was a loose connection from them allowed to have the same jewelry set as theirs, the same set of friends as theirs, or the same set of dresses for your monthly bashes and dinner parties as theirs, turning utterly nasty if they so even got a glance of someone else having the same thing as them.
all things that were pointless and unrighteous to be upset about.
and just for the sake of keeping your father from putting your head on a stick, you remained civil with them and refrained from wearing anything similar to theirs at an event if you knew they would be in attendance.
but it was easy, for your taste was completely different than the lot of them, and you preferred pearls anyway over any kind of diamond or emerald or sapphire jewel piece.
âoh! and you know what i heard?â another girl friend spoke up. âakio from the corvus family has a little crush on miss y/n over there!â
kentoâs ears perked up.
you jumped upon hearing your name, the rest of the girls gushing and âooingâ as they turned their attention to you.
âiâm sorry what? who?â
âakio!â she laughed. âthat man is obsessed with you! he asks for you at every single gathering.â
akio?Â
akio⌠akioâŚ
âthe one that looks like a toad?â
the girls laughed at your comment, covering their mouths or learning forward as you just blinked at them, unaware of how what you said was so funny.
âoh youâre too much!â the youngest monroe waved you off. âyes him! any time he sees any of us at an event he always asks if youâre there with us.â
âyou know what yes!â the eldest exclaimed. âi heard he wanted to strike up a proposal with your father! i think he already did!â
you dropped the cupcake you were holding.
and kento froze.
âaâ aâ propoââ
âoh my god congratulations y/n!â
âlucky you!â
âoh a bride already!ââ
you turned in your seat to look at kento, but he was looking the other way, an unreadable expression on his face.
you turned back to the girls.
âis this a rumor or itâs actually happening?â you asked. âi donât want to get married to him!â
they laughed again.
âwhy not?! yes heâs ugly but that man is loaded. has money to last him and you entirely without having to work a day in your lives!â
your blood ran cold, because anything you knew that was ordered by your father, was bible.
a housekeeping kitchen staff came around then and refilled a few platters of pastries and appetizers.
âahh youâre so fortunate y/n!â one of the girl friends gushed. âiâd love to be wed to a man with money like akio⌠i could care less what he looks like!â
âyou can have him.â you quickly sputtered, and they laughed again. âno seriously i donât want him take him pleaseââ
âoh donât be silly!â the youngest monroe sister waved you off. âakio wants you. heâs kind of creepy about it too.â
âwhy me?!â you whined. âiâve only spoken to him a handful of timesââ
âwhy donât you ask him at the dinner party youâre hosting next week? iâm pretty sure heâs going!â another girl friend spoke up. âi have a feeling heâs gonna propose to you there.â
you propped your elbow up on the table and placed a hand on your forehead in misery, feeling like you were living in a total nightmare.
âiâd honestly rather go broke.â
they all burst out laughing again.
what the hell was so funny?
âyouâre too much!â the middle monroe sister gasped. âjust give him a chance! once you see all the things he can buy for you, youâll change your mind. plus⌠i think itâd be nice to have a break from mr. nanami donât you think?â
you picked your head up.
ââŚkento?â
âuh huh!â the eldest continued. âgod that must be exhausting having him around watching over you like that⌠itâs like heâs babysitting you. must be tiresome for him too.â
babysitting?
âwith you and akioâs marriage iâm sure heâll dismiss nanamiâs services, and you can go your separate ways finally!â
âbutââ
âand mr. nanami sure is handsome too.â another girl piped up with a hushed voice. âheâll find a rich girl to settle down with in no timeââ
âoh thatâd be so great!ââ
you abruptly stood, the silverware and tea cups clattering as you did so, the rest of them falling silent.
âsorry. excuse me.â you mumbled, eyes casted downward as you moved around your chair and off to the side, the girls shrugging and uncaring as they proceeded to babble on about other nonsense as you walked ahead, further and further away from the table and the chattering and through the garden, passing by several other flower beds of orchards and sunflowers until you reached the little duck pond by the end of the garden.
you stopped and sighed, bitterly crossing your arms and damning your father for ever discussing something as serious as marriage without your consent, marrying you off basically, or even lacking giving you a god damn warning before you came to brunch todayâ you and your father both knowing how much of a blabber mouth all of the girls were and how much they fed off of gossip like that.
you felt like a fucking idiot.
and who the hell was akio exactly? you knew of him and kind of had an idea of what he looked like, but you never really paid attention whenever he came up to talk to you at events or parties, his face almost entirely blurry in your mind besides the obvious features he had that did in fact make him look like a damn toad.
and another thing that was obvious too, was how creepy he was.
the only thing the monroeâs shit talking got right.
âhoney?â
you didnât need to turn around to know who it was.
âhi ken.â
the rustling of grass filled the otherwise peaceful ambience as he stepped beside you, the both of you looking out ahead over the sparkling duck pond.
âare you alright?â
you nodded.
âi know youâre not alright i can see it.â he readjusted his lenses. âiâm assuming it has to do with the information the monroeâs told you?â
âiâm being married off ken.â you mumbled, eyes switching to him. âhow are you so calm about this?â
âoh iâm not.â he spoke simply. âiâm quite agitated actually.â
you faltered, eyes falling down.
âiâve always respected your father ever since we were young. and every choice he made with you i always agreed that it was what was best for you.â
you listened.
âbut i canâtââ he paused. â⌠i canât see how this is best for you. and i donât know if itâs because i love you and iâm being selfish or if it actually is whatâs best for you⌠so my thinking isâ adhered.â
âhow can marrying me off like the fucking renaissance period be whatâs best for me?â you muttered, and he chuckled softly.
âand i love you, kento.â you continued. âmy thinkingâs also messed up.â
he placed a hand on your lower back and gently nudged you to him, you complying and falling into his side, wrapping your arms around him.
âitâs your choice y/n.â he spoke softly. âi know akio isnât⌠the greatest. but heâs qualified to be your husband.â
your eyes widened.
âwhat are you saying? what aboutâ what about you?â
he looked down, a sad smile on his face.
âiâll stay for as long as you need me sweetheart.â
the ducks fluttering wings from the pond ahead filled the silence, tranquil splashes of water that followed after their every move with little quacks and hoots.
âso youâre just gonna give me away.â you mumbled. âjust like that. easy peasy. who caresââ
ânoââ
âi want you to be my husband ken.â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âdarling donât joke about things like thatââ
âoh iâm not joking.â you separated from him, frustration swirling in your chest. âwhy is it always considered a joke to you when i talk about being with you?â
he paused, sighing a little through his nose.
âi feel incredibly lucky that a woman like you could envision a life with me.â he spoke. âbut iâm also aware that iâm very⌠boring. iâd feel it wrong to tie you down to a life without excitement like the one you live now.â
kento slipped an arm around your waist and brought you back in again.
âakio seems to be more like you⌠maybe you could learn to get along.â
your lip began to wobble, and kentoâs eyes softened.Â
âsweetheaââ
âi donât care about any of that stuff.â you sniffled, wiping your cheeks. âyou of all people should know thisââ
âdonât cry please youâll ruin your hard workââ
kento dug into his blazer and pulled out a little handkerchief, carefully patting down your face.
âyes i like to go out a lot but so what? itâs not something thatâs a part of me itâs just something i like to do.â
you took the handkerchief from him and pressed it into the corner of your eye.Â
âyouâre a part of me ken⌠and i want a life with you, iâve known since i was freaking sixteen. i donât need it spelled out for me.â
kento swallowed.
heâd always admired how stubborn you were, because to him it meant a strong mind and an ambitious drive in contrast to the negative connotation that that word seemed to haveâ things that were absolutely who you were and why he fell in love with you in the first place, and why you were such a gem.
but he worried still that youâd regret it and change your mind.
that he wouldnât be able to live up to your lifestyle and your wants and needs, and that youâd get bored of him⌠leaving in the end.
kento doesnât think he could bare the thought of you leaving him, much like how he couldnât bare the thought of you marrying akio either.
but if it meant what was best for you, then so be it⌠except it wasnât.Â
he was sure of it.
âyouâre a part of me as well.â he murmured. âiâm sure you know thatââ
âi donât.â you grumbled, and he chuckled. âyouâre always switching up on me with your rejections and then your confessions iâm confusedââ
kento silenced you with a kiss to your lips, his big hands on either sides of your face as your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his built frame, your arms snaking around his neck and his bringing you closer by the waist as you tenderly deepened the kissâ soft lips smacking and moving with such love that it almost made you cry again.
âiâm sorry.â he pulled back, whispering against your lips. âitâs completely unfair to youââ
âsâokay ken.â you whispered back, the cutest smile he had even seen in his life on your face. âiâll forgive you if you keep kissing me.â
âdeal.â
your lips mushed up against each others once more, kento breathing you in and relishing in the feeling of your body pressed up against his, his hands slowly roaming around from your waist to your sidesâ still trying to be respectful of his hand placement until you took one of them and lowered it to your ass cheek with a squeeze, him laughing against your lips.
you were so silly.
silly and bright and spontaneous and beautiful, today another reminder from countless others with your frilly pastel yellow sundress and the pearls in your hair, your entity different from the rest of the women heâd come to know and thankful that he was lucky enough to have grown with you.
to have protected you.Â
and the both of you were relieved to see that the monroe sisters and their girl friends didnât seem to care where you two had ventured off to, for you didnât know how long you were gone either as you approached the table againâ the dessert piles, scones, and strawberry shortcake cake nearly nonexistent, you taking a seat again and secretly reapplying your lipgloss since kento had basically sucked it off of your face, your cheeks pinky and the butterflies in your stomach running rampant.
you were glad then that the monroeâs and their minions were such dim witted bitches too, because their level of self-absorption inhibited them from knowing or picking up on any clues of what could have transpired between you and kento in the garden, them immediately going to you upon arrival and chatting up a storm about mindless things again like you had never left the table to begin with.
but all you could think about was what you were going to tell you father about akio.
and you didnât want to think about it honestly⌠because you knew there was a strong chance of you getting literally violent and landing yourself in deeper shit with him than ever before.
that didnât matter either though if it meant being with kento⌠and for real this time. the thought of simply just him giving you the push that you needed to trudge up your grand staircase once you got home from brunch, kento trailing behind you and pleading with you to take a little breather before going in to speak with your father, but you absolutely done over the situation seeing as he only ever saw you as a thing and not his daughter if he was willing to marry you off like that.
âmy love please relaxââ
you stopped in front of your fathers study and knocked curtly, ignoring kentoâs words.
âcome in.â
you pushed down the handle and walked through, kento following close behind you and clicking the door closed as you stepped to the front of your fathers desk, your arms crossed.
âah y/n. nanami.â he looked up from his documents, eyes switching between the two of you. âhow was brunch with the monroeâs?â
âgood.â you replied.
âwas the food selection still as grandiose as always?â he looked back down at his paperwork.
âmhm.â you crossed your arms. âthey had strawberry shortcake cake this year.â
he hummed. âthe monroeâs always know how to put on a good event donât they? for their daughters? and how are they by the wââ
âtheyâre fine.â you cut him off sharply. âbut you know what isnât fine?â
he eyed you.
âwhat?â
âthat youâre marrying me off to akioââ
he sighed loudly and placed his documents flat on his desk, leaning forward and wringing his hands together to rest on the surface.
âheâs a good prospect.â he began. âhe came up to me with some very impressive ideas about the future of my business, and also how much he was interested in you.â
you scoffed. âso this is what the arrangement is about? your business?â
âi thought you would be happy about this?â he extended his hands out lazily. âakio comes from a wealthy background. youâll be taken care of in whatever you need and heâs qualified to take over my business once the time comesââ
hurt flashed across your face.
âwhy would you consider akio taking over your business and not your daughter?â
he laughed humorously, shuffling some papers about mindlessly on his desk.
ây/n you canât possibly think that iâd consider you to take leadership over my business.â
âand why the hell not?â
his eyes narrowed.
âbecause youâre incompetent.â he spoke harshly. âyou donât know the meaning of responsibility, youâre stubborn, youâre spoiled, and all that you concern yourself with is parties and outings. you think i would allow you anywhere near my business?â
with each insult and jab that was thrown in your face, the blurrier and blurrier your vision got, you desperately trying to blink your tears back and put on a brave front, but finding it difficult when it was your own father that was dumbing you down to nothing.
âyouâre not ready for anything like this and i donât think you will ever be.â he stood up from his chair. âiâm thinking of whatâs good for you and youâre being ungrateful yet again with your complaintsââ
âsir with all due respect please try to see where sheâs coming from.â kento interjected. âiâm sure she has the future of your business in her best interests, but marrying her off to someone she doesnât know very well is upsetting herââ
âsheâs never had any interest in the state of my business son you and i both know thatââ
âsir sheâs an extremely capable woman and independent i assure you her contribution to the business would serve prosperityââ
your father scoffed. âthere is no prosperity with her. all she brings is disorder and foolery and i appreciate you trying to vouch for her butââ
âplease if youâd just give her a chanceââ
âiâd give you more of a chance over herââ
âthen give the company to kento!â you yelled, the both of them snapping their heads to you and kentoâs eyes widening. âi could care less what you think of me everything you told me isnât new fucking informationââ
âyoung lady languageââ
ââiâm not here to try and convince you to give me the business thatâs not what iâm here for.â you spat. âbut donât you dare stand there and say that iâve never cared about the state of it when thatâs bullshit.â
kento placed a hand on your shoulder and you shook it off.
âgive the company to kento.â you repeated firmly. âif you give it to akio heâll run your business to the ground and you know that.â
âand how would you know he isnât qualifiedââ
âare you kidding?â you shook your head incredulously. âakio is a little dumb boy who goes to his daddy for help any chance he gets because he canât do anything for himself. he puts on a show about how heâs this mature experienced man when heâs nothing but a joke.â
âi thought you said you barely knew him?â your father asked. âwhere is this information coming from?â
âthe monroe sisters.â you spat. âtheyâre blabbermouths and their opinions are garbage, but their gossip is always truthful.â
itâs how you found out about the arranged proposal after all.
âiâm stubborn, iâm spoiled, iâm too stupid to handle anything for myself iâm helplessâ fine. whatever you say but him?ââ
you pointed to kento.
âheâs the most qualified for this position and you and i both know that.â
ây/n noââ kento tried to interject again, but you cut him off.
âheâs seen you handle the business since he was fourteen and knows it inside and out and just as much as you do. any task youâve ever given him heâs gotten it done and more and i assure you that the business will flourish if you give it to him.â
you stepped forward, your father standing there with a neutral expression.
âbelieve it or not i care about what you worked so hard for to create, and i care about you, and regardless of what you think of me and the fact that youâve shown me the complete opposite, itâd kill me to see akio ruin all of it.â
you wiped your cheeks and continued as you turned around, making your way to the other side of your fatherâs study.Â
âkentoâs a good man. everything will be in good hands with him.â
you threw open the door and stomped out.
âand iâm not marrying akio!ââ
ây/n return at onceââ
âsir i advise you toââ
your father and kentoâs words drowned out the further down the hallway you got, tears spilling from your eyes now that you were away from it all as your heels hastily clicked against the shiny marble flooring, quiet sobs racking through your body.
you spouting repeatedly how you didnât care what your father thought about you was a complete lie.
because you very much did care⌠you always have. and no matter how hard you tried to prove to him that you were capable of more than just parties and brunches and pearls and pretty dresses and shoes and cars, it was never enough.Â
you were never enough.
ây/nââ
kento distantly burst out from your fatherâs study and quickly strode up to you, concern etched all over his face as you shook off your chiffon scarf and chucked it somewhere behind you in frustration.Â
âmy darlingââ kento picked up the long piece of fabric and continued on after you. âmy darling iâm so sorryââ
âi need to be alone ken.â you sobbed. âiâm sorry too i just need to be aloneââ
âi refuse to leaveââ
you slammed your bedroom door shut and kento picked up the pace, his eyes big in alarm at the sound of tumbling and thudding in your room as he stopped in front of your door, swinging it open to reveal you on the other side throwing your heels across the room along with several other pairs and things, your pretty pearls and jewels flying as he stood there in shock.
kento caught sight of you picking up your favorite porcelain flower vase amidst your rage to throw, him quickly stepping in and snatching it from you and fighting your thrashing as he held you to himself.
âkento stop it!ââ
he placed the vase safely on your vanity desk and spun you around, his arms grabbing your shoulders tightly as he bent down to your level.
âsweetheart breathe pleaseââÂ
he hurriedly snagged off his cream colored blazer and tossed it off to the side, leaving him in his blue button up and suspenders as he rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands back on your shoulders.
âheyâ itâs alright.â his hazel eyes frantically darted over every corner of your face, him snatching off his lenses now and tossing them. âitâs alright breathe for me y/n pleaseââ
you could only sob, your mascara stained cheeks and heartbroken expression crumbling and ripping kento to pieces as he looked at you, his hands coming up to cup and caress your wet face.
âeverything he said was the farthest thing from the truth donât let it upset you like thisââ
âno but heâs right heâs right!â you sobbed. âiâm useless i canât do shit for myself and iâd probably be off somewhere dead in a ditch if it wasnât for youââ
âdo not say things like thatââ
âkento you canât be with me.â
he faltered. âiâm sorry?â
âyou canât be with me itâs embarrassing to be with me youâre better off with someone whoâs capable and responsible like you i just bring you downââ
âstop that iâm serious i wonât ask againââ
âno kento youâre not listening!â you cried, your shoulders violently shaking. âyouâre a good man. youâre such a good man and youâre way too good for me and i donât deserve to be with you you canât keep babysitting me like thisââ
âhow could you ever possibly say these things about yourself?â he shook his head. âhow could you ever say that youâre too good for me when itâs the other way around?â
your eyes narrowed.
âno itâs not donât give me thatââ
âyour father is full of shit.â
your mouth snapped shut.
kento never badmouthed your father no matter what it was, and he also never cussed so forceful and purposeful no matter the situation.
âheâs always been too hard on you and too stoic for reasons that i will never understand nor ever agree with.â
he leaned closer.
âdo not upset yourself over the things he said any longer and do not worry about your marriage arrangement with akio.â
âkenââ
âdo not think about the pearls you just threw over your balcony do not worry about anythingâ i will take care of it.â
âiââ
âi love you and i will take care of it.â
you continued to cry, letting your body slump wholly against his as he caught you and held you tight.
âplease.. i beg you darling to believe me when i say that you are the most capable woman i know.â he spoke against your ear, his chest aching over your soft sobbing. âyouâre witty and youâre intelligent and youâve come so far simply because of who you are and the way you carry yourself. itâs a shame your father canât see that.â
âno one can see thatââ
âi can see it. everybody else can see it too and iâve been around you all my life to testify for it.âÂ
you sniffled, burying your face in his neck.
âbelieve me my loveâŚâ he ran a soothing hand down your back. âyouâre everything. youâre an asset. donât let your fatherâs words take that away.â
you sniffled a little, standing there silent as your hiccups and sobs settled down gradually, your heart beating prominently against your ribs at kentoâs sweet murmurings and affection, because though your fathers actions and decisions were bible, so were kentoâs words.
he was a good man.
âthank you.â you mumbled, and he nodded, gently guiding you to your bed to sit.
âiâll take care of you sweetheart.â he pulled back and placed a soft kiss to your lips. âi promise you.â
you smiled a little, a small warm gleam in your eyes as you sniffed and nodded.
âokay ken.â
words didnât need to be said between the two of you to know the unconditional love you both had for each other, one that was born and bred and made a fact upon your lives crossing paths through fated connections, and strengthened from the day kento decided to be your bodyguard and protect you with everything that he had.
and words didnât need to be said between the two of you as you both fell in each otherâs soft embraces either, kissing with lingering hands and bated breaths as kento delicately laid you back on your bed after a moment of soft chattering, him making sure you were okay, and scattering hungry open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck and your body language alone with your needy whines enough of an indicator to him that you needed all of him, just as much as he needed all of you, his calloused hands undressing you and worshipping your bare body and everything that you were.
skin to skin contact that was hot to the touch, your arms that barely reached around his broad built shoulders trembling as kento made love to you that night, foreheads resting against each others as he pumped slowly and intimately in and out from inside you, your gasps catching themselves in your throat and him moaning with every thrust and snap of his hips that sent you down a ditzy fucked out road that you never wanted to back track from.
and kento treated you like a delicate little pearl all while at the same time desperately marking and bruising you up with hickeys and bites, afraid from the start that he would accidentally cross the line and hurt you due to his size, but you reassuring him with your perfect smile and pretty face while whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he filled you full, him swallowing you whole and man handling you so much to the point where he had to have you biting down on his tie to keep you quiet while he fucked you senseless.
everything about it was meaningful and cherished and nothing like youâd ever experienced before in your lifeâ a night you wanted to remember for as long as you lived and prayed that you got to repeat over and over againâŚÂ with him.
with kento and kento only.
he was the only man capable of simmering down your tears and making you feel so much better about a situation as horrid as the one that transpired, and he was the only man that was capable of getting you to listen when you didnât want to, an incredible talent in itself that spoke volumes in how much of a gentle and kind and reliable person he was⌠and you only hoped that you provided him with things of the same caliber.
and the thought of that only amplified upon you waking up to find that kento wasnât next to you in your bed the next morning⌠when you clearly remembered falling asleep in his big arms the night before.
you slowly sat up, one tired eye peeking over at the vacant spot next you and around the room, finding nothing and honestly feeling a little down about his disappearance as you groggily got out of bed.
maybe he went to eat breakfast? or get a cup of coffee?
you continued on anyways with your morning and freshened up for the day, your legs nearly giving out and sore in the shower due to the pounding he gave youâ skin tender and purple under the running water and you loving every mark, shrugging and getting ready quicker than normal so you could finally see kento downstairs to share a little smooch or two with him.
you zoomed through styling your hair and doing your makeup before spritzing a bit of perfume, not bothering to locate your phone before you opened the door to your bedroom and stepped out, bidding your usual good mornings to your housekeeping staff as you skipped down the grand staircase and over to the kitchen, a place he was usually at if not already with you in your room.
but he wasnât there.
and you frowned.
where was he?
you spent a total of thirty minutes looking for kentoâ practically turning your mansion upside down and even sticking your head in rooms you had never stepped foot in before, your mind fucking confused and worried that you couldnât locate him anywhere and that your staff didnât even know where he was when you asked, for him doing something like this was completely unheard of.
upon going back upstairs, you speedily walked past your fathers study and stopped.
could he be in there�
but your father was for sure in there, and you couldnât stand the thought of speaking or even looking at him at the moment without fury clouding your judgement again.
but kento could be in thereâŚ
you took a deep breath and walked back to your fathers door, hesitantly knocking gently.
âcome in.â
you pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it behind you before turning around and shoulders slumping when you didnât spot him in here either.
dammit.
âgood morning.â your father spoke. âwhat can i do for you? itâs rather early for you to be stopping by.â
âoh yeah sorry i justââ you played with the ends of your hair. âi was just looking for kento⌠i thought he mightâve been in here.â
he shook his head.
âheâs not. he left.â
you froze.
âheâ what?â
âhe left.â you father repeated. ânanami stepped down from the position of being your bodyguard earlier today. he left a couple of hours ago.â
what the fuck?
âi donâtââ you tightly gripped the table next to you, balancing yourself. âi donât understandââ
âyouâll be assigned a new bodyguard within the next coming weekââ
âdid he say why?â you breathed out. âdid he say anything at all?â
your fathers eyes scanned you.
âamongst various other things, he said he simply couldnât fulfill that position anymore.â
âdid you fire him?!â
he scoffed. âdonât be ridiculous y/n i would never do something like that to nanami. i tried to get him to reconsider.â
holy fucking shit.
kento quit? kento left? kento left you?
it didnât make any sense. nothing about it made sense to you thisâ this wasnât like him at allâ
âlike i said youâll be assigned a new bodyguard soon i just need to finalize nanamiâs paperworkââ
you swung open the door and ran out, your eyes already filling with tears as you pushed through your housekeeping staff and ignored their beckoning and calls, you bursting through your room and throwing everything around to try and find your phone through your heaving and panic.
why did he leave you? was it something you did?
did he finally realize you were nothing but a useless spoiled girl?
you hurriedly wiped your eyes and kept looking, transitioning from your bed over to your vanity desk and knocking over everything to try and find your stupid phone to call him, some of your expensive bottle of perfumes clattering and spilling and you not giving a rats ass about it as your tears increased in intensity, about to run out of your room and get in your car to literally drive around your fucking city to look for him until you snapped your head up.
a small yellow sticky note sat stuck to your mirror.Â
you stopped, dropping the items you were holding and stepping closerâ pulling the note from its position and bringing it in.
iâll be in the garden waiting for you when you wake up.
kento.
you hiccuped and wiped your eyes again, kicking the clothes you had thrown about in search for your phone (that you still couldnât find) as you hurriedly left your room and trudged down the hall, confusion and hurt suffocating your head over the information you had just learned about him and his leave, you reaching the bottom of your staircase and rounding through various hallways and lounge areas to get to the entry way of your little garden, one that wasnât exaggeratingly massive like the monroeâs, but one that was a great size and that you loved with everything in youâ various flowers and herbs planted by yours truly as you periodically took care of them from time to time.
and sure enough, as promised, kento was standing at the end of your garden, his back turned to you as he overlooked the acres of land your father owned that stretched beyond the premises of your rosey labyrinth, him dressed in a casual yet dressy tight long sleeve sweater and dress pantsâ a sight you werenât used to seeing at all as you always saw him in a full blown suit everyday without fail.
kento heard the soft rustling of grass and he slightly turned, a soft smile stretching across his chiseled face until he caught sight of your tear stained cheeks and pissed off expression, his face dropping and brows pinching.
âhoney whatâs wrong?â he walked over to you and you glared. âwhy are you looking at me like that?â
âyou quit.â you muttered, already annoyingly feeling your waterworks trigger again. âmy father said you gave up your bodyguard position.â
âoh.â his shoulders relaxed, and his nonchalance only further pissed you off. âi did my love yesââ
âwhy.â you pushed. âwhy are you leaving i donâtâ i donât get it did i do something wrong? iââ
âwhat?â he shook his head and took your hands in his. âno dear god no you didnât do anything.â
âthen why are you leaving?â you sniffed, and kento wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
âi told your father i love you.â
you stiffened.
âhe wasnât very pleased.â he continued. âi figured he wouldnât be⌠but he didnât make me step down from my position darling, i chose to do that.â
you blinked confusedly.
âbut why?â
âi donât want to be paid for something that i was born to do as your man.â he smiled warmly. âit didnât feel right to me⌠and i donât want to be labeled as that anymore either.â
he wiped away your remaining tears.
âi want to only be known as yours now. not your bodyguard or anything else in between.â
you were left speechless, unmoving and rigid at everything he was saying.
âhowever⌠your father did make me choose between you and the business.â
your brows furrowed, taken aback.
âtheâ the business?ââ
kento nodded, a content smile still on his face.
âhe was impressed by what you said yesterday sweetheart.âÂ
you scoffed. âwhat that his words were bullshit and that he doesnât care about meââ
he laughed, little crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he shook his head.
âhe was satisfied to see that you werenât angry about not getting the company for yourself, but because he was going to give it away to someone who wasnât qualified to maintain it.âÂ
you pursed your lips.
âhe was offering it to me in exchange for letting you go. i refused immediately.â
your eyes shot up.
âkento no iâ fuckââ you looked around exasperatedly. âthis is your dream! this is everything youâve ever wanted i feel horrible for taking that away i donâtââ
âsweetheart donât be stupid.â he chuckled. âi thought i made it clear enough that youâre everything iâve ever wanted⌠not some business. i donât need any of that. just you.â
your eyes softened.
âare you sad at all?â
he shook his head and gently kissed your forehead.
âiâm the happiest iâve ever been y/n.â
and that was the truest of truths.
kento was truly and incandescently happy, no longer tied down and restrained by his inner monologues of former idiotic confusion, or jugglings of what was best for you and whether you should be with him or not no longer standing in the way either as he finally welcomed the fact that yesâ a woman as gracious and lively and stunning as you could indeed love a simple man like him, an absolute privilege and honor to have someone as special as you want a life with him in it that he just couldnât understand how his feelings were ever considered confusing to start with.
for him thinking of nothing but you and his occupation as your protector and your guide, a job that he saw himself doing beside you until his very dying day, was all simply a mask of him thinking out the rest of his life with you in the form of work.
and it was so clear that he loved you. so much.
how could he not? how could the way he stared at the monroeâs generational wedding portraits and photographs, swapping their faces out with his and yours, and his constant weighings of âif she was mineâ and âdoes she actually feel the same wayâ from before not already give away enough that he loved you?
but it was even clearer now, with him giving up the opportunity to build and nourish a reputable business like heâd always aspired to do, turning it down without so much as a blink because he wanted you and you only, not feeling an ounce of regret in his body and knowing that he never will.
kento was looking forward to spending the rest of his days with the woman that heâd always envisioned it withâ the forbidden heavenly fruit that he had deemed impossible to reach and wrong to even try, him unknowing of the fact that that same glistening fruit sat dangling and waiting as it would only ever let itself be harvested and picked by himâŚÂ for kento was the one who planted and had been nurturing it for as long as it could remember.
planted it⌠nurtured it⌠kept it safe.
kept you safe.
and funnily enough, another individual was also looking forward to seeing your life with kento unfoldâŚÂ your fatherâ curious to see how exactly two opposites became compatible, and when it was that the two of you fell in love as it managed to wholeheartedly slip past his radar completely when most things didnât.
had he really been this absent in your life?
⌠though regardless if he was or wasnât, it was too late to dwell on it now, seeing as you were a grown woman and capable and your father was grateful that you at least had a companion with you through the many days he wasnât, and an honorable man such as kentoâ taking care of you and guiding you through every step of your life when he didnât even need to be asked, his willingness to do it and overlooking your reckless habits reading numbers to your father.
and even more so now as he leaned against his studies stone balcony ledge from above, it overlooking the entirety of your garden plus the acres of land he owned during the annual dinner party he put on for the business, kento sitting peacefully on a lawn chair with you in his lap while drinking glasses of sparkling champagne, soft echoing laughs and giggles heard from below as you enjoyed each others company away from the bustling crowds and nosy relatives.
it was a pleasing sight, to say the least.
and it was exactly why your father was going to give his business to kento when the time came, because when given the choice between gluttony and love, kento chose love.
he chose you.
âiâm thinking of planting tiger lilies soon.â you hummed, your head resting on kentoâs shoulder as he delicately ran a hand down your back, sipping his champagne. âitâs almost their season⌠right?â
âi believe so, yes.â he nodded. âi think thatâs a great idea.â
âthanks!â you cheesed, running the tip of your index finger absentmindedly over the rim of your glass. âwill you help me? i need your big manly arms to carry the soil out from the flower shop tomorrow hehe.â
he chuckled, tracing his fingers gingerly over your upper arm. âiâll pick it up for you in the morning sweetheart. donât concern yourself with it.â
you smiled to yourself, cheeks warm as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.
âi am concerned about something else thoughâŚâ
his brows pinched, lowering the glass from his lips and looking at you in concern.
âwhat is it?â
âwhen weâre gonna pick our wedding dateââ
kento laughed boastfully and shook his head, setting down his champagne glass on the little table next to him and settling his hand over your thigh, the material of your classy black dress smooth under his touch.
âyou asked me this just last night my love.â
âokay so?â you grinned. âyou donât want me to be your precious wife? the birth giver of your offspring?ââ
âi never said thatââ
âbecause i could yâknow.â you caressed his jaw with your thumb. âi could be your wife and be the mother of your children⌠isnât that what you want?â
with all of his heart.
âitâs what i want at least.â you pouted, and kento smiled handsomely, the vision of you soaked in the rays of the setting sun before him a lethal one as he felt his heart rattle against his chest.
âme promising to take care of you has marriage included above all else my love.â he spoke gently. âyou will be my bride someday, i assure you.â
you stared at him warmly, your cheek falling to rest against his as you placed your hand on his chest and over his white crisp button up.
âi also assure you that youâll continue to be happy and protected, alright?â he squeezed your thigh. âjust because iâm not your bodyguard anymore doesnât mean my duties are done with.â
you nodded against him, the slight prickling cold wind brushing against your skin as the stunning sun continued to set.
âyouâre a good man, ken.â you murmured. âand i love you.â
and that was another truest of truths.
because as he reiterated that same three worded phrase back to you and held you closer to his built frame, grabbing his blazer from the arm rest and draping it over your goose bumped filled shoulders, and with a tender kiss to your lips?
it was obvious that kento nanami was born and raised to be just that.
a good man.
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âno matter who iâm in love with, youâre my only hero nanaâ đ
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I wasn't expecting this kind of KIBUTSUJI MUZAN:
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4 gays chillin in the hot tub, 0 feet apart BECAUSE
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Most anime: The popular girl fell for the nerdy guy because it turns he has a heart of gold, which she really likes. The nerd melted the popular girlâs icy heart. Even though no one noticed him, she always noticed him. There was just something about the nerdy guy that made the popular girl fall in love with him. Even though the nerdy guy just played video games and kept to themselves most of the time, the popular girl fell for him because he was nice to her once.
DanDaDan: The popular girl falls for the nerdy guy because sheâs a fucking weirdo too. Even the main female protagonist is weird af. All the main characters are weird.
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âRin died at Kakashi's hands because she WANTED to! It was all to save Konoha at the hands of the one she loved.â
It's funny how people only take chapter 629 as the âfinal explanation of Rin's deathâ into consideration and completely forget that chapter 675 exists. But what is the context between the two chapters? Well, in 629, we have the first âdebateâ between Obito and Kakashi inside the kamui dimension. And in this chapter, we have Obito's perspective/interpretation of what happened to Rin in chapter 605.
However, in 675, we have Madara's revelations about her death, revelations that overturn Obito's words in 629. 629 is the same chapter where Obito says: âShe preferred to die at the hands of the one she loved. All to protect the Leaf.â
But what do we see in the 687? LMAOâŚ.
In other words, chapter 629 gives Obito's interpretation/perspective of what happened (according to him) in chapter 605. But 675 shows Madara showing what really happened in 605, contradicting everything Obito thought in 629. Which means that 675 annuls 629, because Madara refutes everything that Obito thought, because he didn't know the whole truth, but rather BELIEVED that he âknew the whole truthâ, when, in fact, he didn't know.
Before:
After:
In other words, Rin Nohara dying at the hands of Kakashi Hatake had already been pre-planned by Madara before it even happened. In other words, he already knew that she would die by his hand, because Madara had already planned for it to happen. In addition, Madara reveals that both Rin's and Obito's hearts were literally puppets of Madara through a seal that Madara himself had placed on both of their hearts to control them. In other words, Rin was literally Madara's puppet and so were the ninjas who kidnapped her.
Part 1:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Obito had said in 629 that he âalready knew everythingâ, but if you already know everything about something, then anything more would only reinforce what you had already said, right? So why was Obito Uchiha surprised when Madara mentioned that the seal that bound Obito to Madara was also in Rin's heart?
A mere detail literally changed everything in Obito's understanding of her death. So when Obito says that he âalready knew everythingâ, it was a lie.
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In addition, chapter 687 also refutes 629, because Obito said that âRin died at the hands of Kakashi, because she loved himâ, however, this is not what we see in 687 and 688, because in this chapter, we see that Rin Nohara, of her own free will, by HER FREE CHOICE, waited 20 long years to spend all eternity only with Obito Uchiha, without mentioning Kakashi at any time and without showing any interest in him at any time.
Rin said twice that she was waiting for Obito.
In other words, Madara and Rin refute everything Obito said in 629. But what I see is people using chapter 629 as the âdefinitive answer to Rin's death and the problem of the ninja worldâ, when Madara and Rin themselves REFUTED Obito's erroneous assumptions. It's unbelievable how illiterate people are in not connecting scenes to each other, but rather taking isolated and decontextualized scenes to jump to conclusions.
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Basically, Obito doesn't blame Kakashi for Rin's death, but the ninja system. But holy shit⌠if Obito blames the ninja system and Kakashi is a ninja, then Kakashi IS part of the ninja system, right? So directly or indirectly, Kakashi is just as guilty of Rin's death as Madara and all the other ninjas! If it was the ninja who created the circumstances of her death, then THE NINJA (Minato, Kakashi, Shisui, Itachi, Madara, Izuna, Obito, Hiruzen, Tobirama, Fugaku, etc.), in short, all the ninja, contributed to her death. Obito is guilty, Kakashi too, Madara too, Minato too, in short, if Obito blames the ninja system, then he blames the entire ninja infrastructure, in this case, ALL NINJAS.
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Some people feel sorry for Kakashi because âhe lost the people he cared aboutâ, but then I ask:
"Deliberately deciding to abandon someone to die because you didn't want to 'repeat what your father did' isn't exactly the attitude of someone who cares about YOU, but rather about their own status in the village, right?"
In other words, Kakashi preferred to care about his own reputation as a ninja instead of valuing Rin's life (and he's been an asshole like that since the beginning of the story), something that Obito never did with her, Kakashi did. Obito didn't care about his reputation or whether he'd be seen as trash by choosing to save Rin instead of abandoning her like Kakashi. Obito chose to cherish her rather than abandon her. It's in moments of real crisis that we see who really cares about us and who doesn't.
Kakashi:
Obito:
Kakashi didn't care about Rin (until Obito asked him to). In other words, Obito had to ASK Kakashi to care about her, so that he would give her some importance.
But even then their relationship didn't improve. In fact, their relationship deteriorated rather than evolved.
So much so that Rin never tried anything with Kakashi again after he literally denied her personally. Kakashi literally represents a cold person from the beginning of the story, while Obito was his extreme opposite.
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When I call Kakashi an asshole, it's because he really is. So much so that he recognizes himself as such. I call him an asshole/garbage and he agrees.
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But even seeing that Obito was as guilty as Madara and Kakashi as guilty as any other ninja who corroborated the endless chaos in the ninja system that eventually resulted in his murder, Rin had a final choice. Who would she choose to spend eternity by her side?
Her childhood crush, the genius and prodigy, the boy she had freely chosen to leave to die and the boy she was murdered by, Kakashi Hatake?
Or her best friend, the boy who never abandoned her and was always by her side from the beginning, and who, on the other hand, gave up on being Hokage, on hope and on the world, because for him, his hope was her, and she had died in front of him, and who in his last moments of life, decided to abandon all his beliefs to save the world and his greatest enemy/rival, Obito Uchiha?
The result of this choice, you already know.
Love is a choice. Loving takes a lot of sentimental strength. Love is something that needs to be reciprocated, otherwise it makes no sense. Love is for the few, and few people are capable of loving with such strength. Rin Nohara, who had a crush on Kakashi Hatake's abilities and genius, chose by her own choice to wait 20 years for eternity for Obito Uchiha, and not for Kakashi. Because her love for the Uchiha was so deep, so genuine and so true, that she couldn't move on without Obito Uchiha being with her, leaving Kakashi behind forever.
I think Rin took this into account when she chose Obito to be her love for all eternity when she left Kakashi behind (just as he did with her). Kakashi left Rin behind before, then it was Rin who left him behind.
In short, it's in the decisive moments that we really see who loves us and who doesn't. In Rin's case, she loved Obito so much that she couldn't move on without him, but she managed to move on without Kakashi.
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This is why I love dungeon Meshi
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birthday boy!satoru who sleepily grins and smiles when you wake him up with a giant cake and gifts in bed, slowly propping himself up on an elbow and rubbing his eyes, your sweet soft voice singing him âhappy birthdayâ as he looks at you with a little gleam in his eyes.
birthday boy!satoru who devours the cake you bought him right then and there, refuses to go to the dining room table or get plates and refuses to let you leave the room, a fork in each of your hands as you both munch on his frosty vanilla bean cake, satoruâs eyes lightning up like stars once he sees that his precious pretty wife also got him kikufuku, his hands shooting out to tear open the packaging and stuff two in his mouth at once, feeding you one in return and him poking your puffed up cheeks with a shiny grin because youâre just oh so cute.
birthday boy!satoru who still refuses to let you leave his side once youâve both cleared the desserts, his arms snaking around your waist and gently pulling you to lay on top of him, your bellies full and the sugar swirling in your heads proving no match for satoru as he raises a sneaky hand, fingers looping and pulling at the thin straps of your top down to devour you next, his favorite dessert, you squirming and giggling as you try to swat his hands away and tell him noâŚ. but you let him have a little taste anyways, itâs his birthday after all!Â
birthday boy!satoru who hasnât even taken a peak at his presents because he just wants you, licking you up like the icing he licked off of his fingers just a few minutes prior, wet slick tongue running from the side of your neck down to your puffy plump tits as you prop yourself up, hands on his bare chest and with a shudder to your breath.
birthday boy!satoru who slobbers hickeys into your tits and sucks your nipples like a freak, you whining pushing at his chest and telling him heâs sucking too hard, and him only giving you a muffled âbut itâs my birthday sweets!â before sucking harder and taking advantage of your cute boobs, his big hands gripping your upper arms to keep you up and still.
birthday boy!satoru who finally listens to your protests about how you have plans made for him and you need to get going, a pout to his pretty face and dramatically moaning about how he wanted âmorning birthday sexâ from his wife, but his face quickly switching back to that loving silly grin you love so much as soon as he sees you giggle and smile.
birthday boy!satoru who is bouncing off the walls when you tell him you got tickets to the new winter wonderland festival thatâs in your town, him wanting to go since practically birth (last year) and talking your ear off about it ever since then, sprinting out of bed and putting on his pants and thin sweatshirt.
birthday boy!satoru who pouts again when you drag him back in the house because his attire is not fit for the weather outside, and pouts still as youâre bundling him up in a thicker puffer jacket, his cheeks going pink once you press a sweet kiss to his jutted out lips and chasing yours for more, obnoxious kissy noises filling the air.
birthday boy!satoru who nearly collapses upon arriving at the winter wonderland festival, the name doing itself justice with the holiday decorations strewn about and pinecone ornament filled garlands hanging from every post lamp, the particularly snowy day adding to the christmas feel as he quickly interlaces your fingers together and drags you around.
birthday boy!satoru who gets in line to meet santa, scoffing over the weird looks the parents in line were giving him as you laughed, him muttering something about how itâs discrimination to be judged like this just because heâs not a kid, and that his christmas wish list was just as important as a five year olds.
birthday boy!satoru who jumps on the old manâs lap with a huge smile, santaâs alarmed eyes darting in every corner as your husband went on about the things he wanted (mainly sweets), not a single ounce of giving a shit in his body because it was his day.
birthday boy!satoru who finishes off his christmas wish list with âoh! and for my wife to never divorce me! yeah put that one at the top actuallyââ
birthday boy!satoru who refuses to let you treat him the entire day, saying he was satoru gojo and that he was made of money for you to spend, you playfully rolling your eyes as he got gingerbread cookie after gingerbread cookie for you, and the one time you show up with peppermint kikufuku, he kisses your cheek over and over a million fucking times in gratitude.
birthday boy!satoru who by the end of the day is spent from hours worth of eating sweets and desserts and riding the kiddy rides, requesting to get on the ferris wheel one more time just as the two of you were leaving to go home.
birthday boy!satoru who has an arm around your shoulders and a cheek on the side of your head on the ferris wheel, his heart fuzzy and warm despite the chilling temperature of the night, all due to precious little you that made his day so special in the way that you did, in the way that you do every year that makes him absolutely melt and feel worthwhile.
birthday boy!satoru who cups your cheek and brings you in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips amongst the glittering lights, music, and laughter of the festival below, feeling borderline emotional over the fact that heâs married to such a beautiful person like you.
âwill you marry me baby?â
âtoru weâre already marriedââ
âoh so you want to divorce me thenââ
birthday boy!satoru who leaves the festival with you hand in hand, and with a new found sense of energy because his sugar filled brain managed to remember the promise you made him this morning, one that had to do with sexy time upon arriving home, his hands literally harassing you the entire car ride home with them shoved down your shirt or a needy squeeze to your thighs.
birthday boy!satoru who deems this the best birthday heâs ever had in his life.
but birthday boy!satoru knows that he has the best birthdays of his life every year actually, and knowing that they were ever since he met and married you, for they were never this sweet before.
authors note: happy birthday to my glorious honored one OH how i need him <333 :33
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