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who gave him the audacity to look this good
GOOD MORNING!!! Today I deliver Sanji keeping his ring finger free. Tomorrow?? Who knowsā¦.ļæ¼
After Shibuya, he thinks to himself. After Shibuya, heāll call it. No more fighting, no more soldiering. Heāll call up Mei Mei, ask her about property interest rates in Malaysia, surprise you with something lovely that you can both make a home from. Heāll bring home mangosteen and passionfruit, and youāll bike to the beach and read on the sand, until you tug him onto his feet and make him dance with you in the water, just like how the tide tugs the earth wherever it pleases, and how the earth is utterly, irresistibly drawn in.
After Shibuya, he thinks, his chest warm and full with dreams of you in a cozy little cottage by the sea, laughing in sunshine, and always, always happy. After this nonsense is settled.
Women have many belongings. It used to vex Nanami. But it doesnāt anymore.
The first thing to migrate to his home, was your face lotion. He has a face lotion, a perfectly serviceable one, but you insisted on bringing your own. Your routine was important to you, you had told him, and Nanami understood. Routines, rules, structure ā these are all things he has always respected, found meaning in. And so, in his bathroom, his drugstore razor, toothbrush, and facewash sat together, lined up like toy soldiers, right next to a luxurious indigo jar of face cream.
The rest of your routine follows shortly: the lilac bottle of mist that smells like aloe, the golden serum that smells like summertime, and the periwinkle tube of your green tea face wash. Your bergamot and sandalwood soap linger on his pillow, and when he canāt smell you on his sheets anymore, longing sits heavy and sticky in his throat.
Your clothes are next. Amidst his practical navy, gray, and blacks, appear pops of warm lilac, royal blue, and torched orange. He doesnāt mind it in the least ā it would be entirely unreasonable for him to demand that you stop bringing such colorful clothes in his home, especially when he never really wants you to leave.
When the two of you finally just bite the bullet and put your name on the lease, Nanami imagines that his life will certainly become more colorful. But he doesnāt have the first idea of how many more things will be in his house.
All his life, Nanami has lived quietly, abstemiously. He is a jujutsu sorcerer ā while his non-sorcerer peers were learning trigonometry, he was learning how to kill curses and how to die as a soldier dies: with resolve and bravery, to the bitterest end. His life has been fat trimmed from steak, practical solid color towels, plastic storage bins with plenty of clearing near the edge, never packed to capacity. A man who walks on the very edge of life and death doesnāt require more than the necessities. The very few things he indulges in are sensible: good whiskey, grade A rice, custom leather shoes (no broguing) built to take a beating.
You bring in your life to his, and it is completely different. Youāre striped linens, fresh flowers, scented candles on every corner. Baby blue drinking glasses shaped like beer cans, artisanal ceramicware made by friends locally. Your life is marked by comfort, simple pleasure, and (dare he say it) the sweetest, most innocent frivolity. He supposes itās really what he loves most about you, honestly. Heās always tended drawn closer to brighter, bolder personalities: earnest and warm, like Haibara and Itadori, not bombastic and irreverent, like Gojo or Tsukumo. You belong in the same shades of sunlight as Haibara and Itadori, butā¦tender. Like the dream-like throw of warm, rose tipped dawn that thaws the chill of his lonely apartment.
Now, in the mornings, he doesnāt wake to the desolate silence of a man alone. He wakes to the sound of your fluffy slippers in the kitchen, the smell of dark roast coffee, the sight of your toiletries sitting side by side in the bathroom, cozy and couple-like.
Somewhere between your checker print tea kettle, and the warmth of your body on the sheets, Nanami falls so in love with you that he looks back on his life and wonders how he ever lived, starved of the sun that is you, for so long.
nanami actually came back from shibuya safe and sound and took this cutie home with him
This goes out to poppy playtime pianosaurus enjoyers
I AM ADDICTED TO THIS MAN !!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE š¤
hey guys have you ever heard of THE CHARACTER. iām thinking about THE CHARACTER. honestly canāt even get shit done because iām thinking about THE CHARACTER. iām listening to a song and imagining THE CHARACTER. all i know and love is THE CHARACTER
i hate it that it has to be this way but yes I'm his yoichi, the one he's talking abt. istg why does my husband has to go and reveal my name like thatš but yes now that the cat's outta bag hi guysss my name is yoichi. Nice to meet y'allš«¶
Jel's Cinematic Trailer model, by Dulce Isis Segarra LĆ³pez
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