Safe and Sound- Nanami Kento X Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 644
A/N: just a short and sweet little Nanami Fic bc I’m obsessed with this king ❤️
The pitter patter of raindrops drowned out most other sounds in the dim living room. A summer storm was making its way through your area in full force; a much needed rain to end your city's mild drought.
Nanami picked up the TV remote and turned the volume up ever so slightly, glancing down at your sleeping form to make sure he didn't wake you. When you didn't stir, he placed the remote back down and wrapped both of his arms around you, his gaze glued to the old sit-com on TV.
He was leaning against the back of the couch, legs stretched along the sectional as he rubbed absent-minded circles against the flesh of your arm.
You were out cold, completely exhausted from an awful day at work. It had taken a toll on you both physically and emotionally, leaving your body aching and eyes watering. As soon as you had gotten home, you took a tylenol and jumped into Nanami's arms on the couch.
It was just sprinkling then, but in the hour that you lay dreaming against his chest, the rain picked up into a full-on torrent. The winds had started to pick up, too, whistling against the house as the low growl of distant thunder reminded Nanami on the weather report he had seen earlier in the day. It was supposed to storm for the next couple days, he remembered.
Nanami never minded storms. Some say the rain cleanses the soul, and though Nanami was never one to believe such things, he couldn't help but feel purified after a large storm. Everything needs a catharsis, even Mother Nature, and Nanami lived vicariously through the downpours, the thunder, the lightning. But today he needed no catharsis, so the storm only brought him comfort.
It was the small moments like these that he liked the most: the calming sound of the rain against the roof, a comforting show to watch, and your body curled up against his own. It made all of the bullshit he dealt with on a daily basis worth it, coming home everyday and surrendering to the soft domesticity. He ate up every second of it.
The low, grumbling thunder had grown closer now, it's lack of consistency adding a certain spice to the ambience. The rain had kept its torrential pace, drowning out most of the thoughts in Nanami's head. However violent the weather was outside, it was perfectly peaceful inside the house.
A rather loud crack of thunder startled you awake, your eyes darting around the room in a scared confusion.
"It's ok, it was just thunder," Nanami reassured, low voice smooth like honey. His free hand cupped your head as he pressed a kiss to your temple, "Go back to sleep."
His words comforted your frazzled mind and you calmed down, laying your head back against his chest. You took a deep breath, trying to slow the pace of your heart. His cologne smelled so good, you thought. The fragrance grounded you.
His warm arms and soft heartbeat began to lull you back to sleep. The gentle circles he rubbed into your back were making it hard to keep your eyes open, and the rain wasn't helping either. You didn't care to fight it, though, for this was your favorite part of the day, too. Naps in Nanami's arms were the main thing you looked forward too after a long day of work, and you wouldn't let a little thunder get in the way of that. So, snuggling closer into his chest, you shut your eyes.
Pretty soon your soft snores filled the air again, causing Nanami to look down at you with a small grin, seemingly amused by how quickly you fell back asleep. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head before whispering a soft,
“I love you.”
