Nanami Kento does not FaceTime. Well, not until he meets you.
“Why do you need to see me?” he asks. “When we’re on the phone, I’m just doing random household chores or paperwork.”
“Thats exactly why! You look so handsome when you’re washing dishes and folding laundry,” you insist.
He scoffs at your statement, but it’s genuine; he always looks so handsome. It’s not enough to convince him though.
“You don’t wanna see my pretty face while we talk?” you pout.
There it is.
“Fine,” he sighs.
You two begin to FaceTime regularly. His phone propped up on the paperweight on his desk or on the paper towel holder while he cooks. You always get a great view of him. Him of you…not so much. You have a tendency to set your phone down or turn the camera to show him something then forget to turn it back.
“You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” he says, not looking up from the cucumber he’s cutting.
“Huh?”
“I can’t see your face,” he says.
“You’re cutting a cucumber!” you protest, “All your attention needs to be on the knife in your hand.”
He sets his knife and cutting board to the side, and does that thing where he looks at you over his glasses.
“I’m washing it right now,” you say.
“And?”
Ugh. You grab your phone with sudsy hands and position it in the medicine cabinet so he can get a nice side view of your soap-covered face.
“Better?” you ask, not looking away from the mirror.
“Much,” he says.
You can hear the smug smile in his voice.
~
During one of your evening FaceTime calls, you’re away for work. You show him the hotel your company put you in. With your back camera, you give him a walk through.
“And look!” you say, walking into the bathroom. “This shower is so nice and the water pressure is amazing. And there’s a tv in here!!”
The adoration in his eyes is not meant for the marble bathroom tile you’re currently showing him, but for you. He takes great pleasure in your excitement.
“Very nice, sweetheart,” he speaks softly and smiles at you. “Anything else you want to show me?”
Your enthusiastic “yes!” makes him chuckle. You walk out onto the balcony. A picturesque view of a beach fills his screen.
“Isn’t it amazing?” you awe.
“Mhmm,” he agrees. “But not as pretty as you.”
You flip your camera not so he can see your pretty face, but rather the apathetic look casted on it by his cheesiness.
“Corny,” you say.
“I know,” he concedes. “But I got to look at you, so no real loss for me.”
You roll your eyes, but when you look out to the water again your annoyance is quelled.
“Seriously, Kento,” you say. “We should come here on vacation sometime. It’s beautiful.”
The camera is on you, but you’re looking at the water, mesmerized. You look so serene, so content. The afternoon sun bathing you in gold. Cheesy as it may be, you really are more beautiful than any beach.
“What’s the name of the hotel?” he asks.
He writes it down so he can research after you two hang up.
~
He’s washing dishes. He’s washing dishes and you’re riled up. Shameful. But not really because any human with eyes would be if they could see how your boyfriend looks. Dish towel thrown over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up, tie lazily draped around his neck, blond hair messy, belt…well it’s buckled, but if you were there it wouldn’t be.
You’re staring at him, but your mind is somewhere else.
“Hello? Earth to, ____?” he pulls you out of your trance.
“Huh? I’m sorry,” you say.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.” you almost leave it at that, but last minute decide to tack on, “Just thinking about all the things I wanna do to you when I see you.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”
“Well it’s still coming to me, but something something blindfolding you with your tie something something tying your hands above your head,” you pause. “I think ice cubes were in there somewhere.”
Your boldness never ceases to amaze him, but he’s gotten better at hiding it.
“Is this something you’d be interested in realizing in the near future?” he asks, ever the wordsmith even when he’s horny.
“Mhmm,”
“Why don’t you come over tonight?” he suggests. “I just washed all my ties.”
“Mmm…no,” you shrug. “I’m getting drinks with some friends tonight.”
His laugh translates into “you’re such a tease.”
“Plus, I need more time to make my plan of attack,” you say. "You'll appreciate me being well prepared."
"I'm sure I will," he says.
"I gotta go get dressed now," you say when you see the time. "Talk to you soon."
"Love you," he says.
"Love you too."
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