Natsuki Shinomiya (Repeat)
Translator: Jupiter (twitter: jupitergrayson), Raz (twitter: agnadance), Raine (twitter: amigyas)
Proofreader: Raine (twitter: amigyas), Raz (twitter: agnadance)
Editor: Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)
June — Passing Duet
June is finally here.
The days are frequently rainy, but I feel bright and practice every day.
Haruka Nanami: The part I mentioned a moment ago tends to be flat overall, so I think it's a good idea to sing a pitch higher.
Natsuki Shinomiya: I see…. Yeah. That’s right. No wonder it didn’t feel right….
Thank you, Haru-chan. I notice a lot more when we’re together.
I’m really glad that you’re here with me.
Shinomiya-san whispers close to my ear.
Haruka Nanami: U... um. That name... "Haru-chan"….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Should… I stop? I think it will be easier to call you that.
It’s my own way of showing affection….
Haruka Nanami: Oh, no, it’s…. You can call me that….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Well then, I’ll call you that from now on.
It really is such a wonderful name. I can feel your parents' love for you.
Select the phrase!
Th- thank you very much. (+20 Love +0 Music)
Haruka Nanami: Ah, it's a little embarrassing to hear you say that….
Until now, only Tomo-chan has called me by name.
Natsuki Shinomiya: What a shame. Even though it's such an attractive name.
In that case, I'll be using your name more often from now on, okay? Haru-chan.
It’s not that big of a deal…. (+10 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: Don't say that. I mean… I like your name…. In fact, I… really love it.
It's very attractive….
So, you can't say things like that. You'll make your parents sad.
Haruka Nanami: Ah…. Thank you… thank you so much.
This is the first time I’ve been told something like that. (+5 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: Is that so?
Ah… could it be that until now, you haven't been called by your first name that much?
Haruka Nanami: Yes, usually people call me by my surname.
The only ones who have called me by my name are Tomo-chan and… you, Shinomiya-san.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Well then, I'll be using your name more often from now on, Haru-chan.
After that, we wind up so absorbed with practice, night falls before we know it.
Being with Shinomiya-san is so fun that I lose track of time.
And now, there is only a short period before the recording test.
We have been practicing late every night, striving for perfection.
Today is the day we’ll take the test in the recording room.
After each class is assigned a set piece of music, every student will practice the song, and then they will record it.
The teachers will listen to the recorded songs and grade them.
At that point, if you fail, the re-test will be difficult. I want to pass it in one go.
Natsuki Shinomiya: At last, it's finally time for the test.
Haruka Nanami: Yes.
Shinomiya-san has the same smile as usual, even though it's almost time for the actual performance.
Natsuki Shinomiya: I'm so excited for the recording. I wonder what my singing will sound like?
This will be the song that we made together. I'm looking forward to it.
I see…. Shinomiya-san isn't even considering the possibility of failing.
He's simply looking forward to the recording…. He’s such a strong person.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Okay, shall we?
Let's go perform the song that the two of us made—a song that no one has ever heard before.
Haruka Nanami: Right.
Syo Kurusu: Gah! Natsuki!
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, Syo-chan. So you're taking the test today too?
Haruka Nanami: Do you… know each other?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Syo-chan and I are roommates.
After he says that, Shinomiya-san starts roughly rubbing his hand all over Syo-kun's head.
Syo Kurusu: Stop, I said stop, stupid Natsuki! Quit rubbing my head!
Natsuki Shinomiya: Cute! You're so cute!
Syo Kurusu: Why you…! You viola prodigy!
Go back to the world of classical music!
Haruka Nanami: Huh? Viola prodigy?
Syo Kurusu: What? You're his partner and you don't know that?!
This guy here is a genius viola player who suddenly disappeared from the world of classical music.
I haven't got a clue why he wants to be an idol….
Natsuki Shinomiya: That's because….
Haruka Nanami: Because…?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Because I want to become one… that's why!
Shinomiya-san smiles brightly and rubs Syo-kun's head even more forcefully.
Syo Kurusu: Stooooop! M-my head feels like… it's gonna be torn off… I'm serious…!
I wonder what the meaning behind Shinomiya-san's smile was just a moment ago.
He almost looked… a little lonely.
Haruka Nanami: Um… I think you should stop that…. He seems angry to me….
Natsuki Shinomiya: But… Syo-chan's so cute when he's angry.
He's cute because even though he's so small, he's always giving it his best!
Shinomiya-san hugs Syo-kun tightly and rubs his cheek against his.
Syo Kurusu: S-small?! Are you making fun of me?! LEEET MEEE GOOO!
Syo-kun flails and struggles inside Shinomiya-san's arms, but Shinomiya-san doesn't budge even a little.
Natsuki Shinomiya: I love you, Syo-chan!
Syo Kurusu: Knockkk ittt offf!!
Haruka Nanami: U-um….
If I don't try and put a stop to this right now, the situation seems like it will get out of control….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, but of course, I love you as well, Haru-chan!
You are also small, and a very hard worker!
L-love?!
Haruka Nanami: Wha…?! U-um….
I feel my face turning bright red. I am at a loss for words.
Ryuya Hyuga: Hey, you guys, stop messing around. The test's about to start. C'mon, squirt. Get ready.
After Hyuga-sensei prompts him, Shinomiya-san finally lets go of Syo-kun, who promptly rushes into the booth as if running away.
Haruka Nanami: Ah…. So cute….
I wouldn't say he is technically skilled, but he has a unique air to him which draws anyone who’s listening into his world.
His singing voice is impressive, or rather it's catchy and lingers in my ears.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Right? Syo-chan is so cute, isn't he?
As if he is the one being praised, Shinomiya-san smiles warmly while listening to Syo-kun's song.
Ryuya Hyuga: Well, I think this is good.
You pass! This song is very much like you.
Syo Kurusu: All in a day's work!
The moment after he exits the booth, Syo-kun makes a peace sign with his hand.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Wow! Syo-chan, you did such a good, good job!
Syo Kurusu: Hey… are you making fun of me?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Of course not~
Ryuya Hyuga: And, next. Shinomiya, you're up.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Okay!
As expected, Shinomiya-san is incredible.
Of course, I did have him practice a lot, but he's not nervous at all when it comes to the actual performance.
He sings as if he's enjoying himself.
As I listen, I start feeling like I'm enjoying myself, too.
This is the first time I've heard a singing voice that can move people's hearts to this degree.
It’s such a soft, comfortable voice that I wish I could listen to it forever….
Ryuya Hyuga: All right. You did a fantastic job.
You've got the sense of a genius. Okay, you pass!
Haruka Nanami: Great job.
Natsuki Shinomiya: How was I?
Select the phrase!
You… captivated me. (+15 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: I… captivated you? Now I feel a little bashful, but I feel happy at the same time.
I'll keep getting better so I can always impress you.
I can work as hard as I can as long as it's for you. That's how I feel right now.
You sang very well. (+10 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: That's good to hear. It's all thanks to you.
Your rhythm and pitch were perfect. (+5 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: It's the result of all the time I spent practicing with you.
Thank you, Haru-chan!
Ryuya Hyuga: Anyway, you two pass. Great job. You can leave, now!
Shining Saotome: This isn't a great job at aaall!
I hear the voice of the school principal coming from the speakers in the recording room.
Ryuya Hyuga: Ugh, the principal…?!
Where's he gonna come from this time….
Hyuga-sensei looks around him.
Then, the speaker installed on the ceiling of the recording room pops open, and the headmaster of the school appears from inside.
Ryuya Hyuga: Urgh, he always makes a completely insane appearance.
He can't possibly be human.
Shining Saotome: This isn't entertaining at all.
Let's do a re-test!
Haruka Nanami: Re-test?
Shining Saotome: Yeees, except it won't be entertaining if we do it normally.
We'll do a duet recording test. You two will do a duet together.
Syo Kurusu: Wha—hold it right there! I passed with one shot, that's unfair!
Shining Saotome: Tsk, tsk, tsk. No buts!
In the future, there might be a chance that you two will get a job where you have to form a unit!
I'm testing you to see if you can do it!
Natsuki Shinomiya: Wow, I'm so happy that I can be with Syo-chan!
Thank you, Saotome-sensei.
Syo Kurusu: Ugh, this is such a pain in the butt….
He just made up a good-sounding excuse….
And with this, the two form a unit right on the spot.
With no time to waste, practice for the recording test begins the following day.
Syo Kurusu: And? Why is she here?
Natsuki Shinomiya: That's because we're partners. We're always together.
Syo Kurusu: … Really?
I told my partner about this, but they told me to do whatever….
Haruka Nanami: Is that so….
Does his partner not care?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, I just remembered! I baked some sweets.
Syo Kurusu: … Again?
Just for the record, I refuse to eat any of it!
Natsuki Shinomiya: No need to say that.
Let's eat this together, okay, Prince Syo?
Syo Kurusu: Now you're acting like my servant? No means no!
Haruka Nanami: …? Prince? Servant…?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe. Syo-chan's a prince, you know.
Haruka Nanami: Is that so? Amazing…!
Which country are you the prince of?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh? Um… Not any country in particular….
A-anyway, call me like you would a prince!
You'll be my servant too, starting from today.
Haruka Nanami: Okay!
Syo Kurusu: Huh…? Really? You're fine with that?
Err… Yeah.
This is okay…. This works!
Syo-kun's eyes grow wide the moment I agree to his request.
Why is he so surprised? It's an honor for me to be the servant of a prince.
Haruka Nanami: Of course. I will do as you wish, my prince!
Syo Kurusu: Um… thanks….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, this is so much fun.
Haruka Nanami: Now that I think about it, there seem to be many princes at this academy, including the special instructor―the one who's the eldest brother in his family.
Syo Kurusu: No…. I'm fundamentally different from that guy….
Such as height, height… and height….
And… he's so good at what he does that I have no chance of beating him….
He's more like the Prince of Composing.
I would be what you call… umm… the Prince of Song!
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, that sounds great! Very, very cute.
Shinomiya-san proceeds to rub Syo-kun's head again.
Syo Kurusu: I told you already! Quit it!
…
Three days have passed since Shinomiya-san and Syo-kun started practicing.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmm…. Things aren't coming together.
Haruka Nanami: I don't think you two are in sync.
Syo Kurusu: That much is obvious, but… even if I try to sync up with him, he goes off in an unexpected direction and I can't follow.
It's true that Shinomiya-san's a little… no, extremely whimsical….
The way he expresses himself is so eccentric that he's always slightly out of alignment with Syo-kun….
However, they're very close to matching, so as long as he gets the hang of it, I believe that their voices will make a beautiful harmony….
Ah, then maybe we should….
Haruka Nanami: Um… How about trying to do everything together?
I think that should help you two sync up with each other.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, I see. That sounds great.
Syo Kurusu: Wait a minute.
We're already roommates, and yet you're suggesting that we should do everything together?
What else could we possibly do….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Since it's been decided, let's go back to the dorms immediately.
Syo Kurusu: Hold up! Don't decide things on your own!
Select the phrase!
I'll help too. (+15 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: Really? Wow, I'm so happy!
Thank you, Haru-chan.
Overjoyed, Shinomiya-san grabs both of my hands.
I'm happy that I pleased him.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan, I love you!
Without a second thought, he embraces me tightly and I flail my arms about in panic.
Haruka Nanami: U-um…!
Syo Kurusu: Natsuki! Don't hug her so carelessly!
Look how startled she is!
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, I'm sorry, Syo-chan!
You must want a hug, too!
Here you are!
Shinomiya-san locks Syo-kun in a tight embrace.
Syo Kurusu: Hey! How did it come to this?!
Please tell me if there's anything I can help with. (+10 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: Really? Then, I'd love it if you came to the dorms to help us.
Haruka Nanami: What? Me… to the dorms?
Is it really okay for me to be there?
Natsuki Shinomiya: It's fine, it'll be fine!
I mean, you're my partner after all~
Haruka Nanami: Ah, in that case…. Please excuse me.
Please do your best. (+0 Love +0 Music)
Syo Kurusu: I'm not too keen on it, but I guess I don't have a choice.
Natsuki Shinomiya: If you'd like, would you like to come too…?
Haruka Nanami: What? Me? To the dorms…?
Syo Kurusu: Idiot! What are you saying?
Of course that's impossible…
Natsuki Shinomiya: But I want to do my best alongside Haru-chan.
Haruka Nanami: Um… in that case, I'll help out as much as I can.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Really!? I'm so grateful!
Thank you, Haru-chan!
Syo Kurusu: Geez… do as you like.
After that, I pay a visit to Shinomiya-san’s and Syo-kun's room.
Natsuki Shinomiya: It's a bit of a mess, but please feel free to make yourself at home.
In spite of his warning, I find that the room is very tidy.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Since we're in the same room, we already do many things together.
What else can we do?
Haruka Nanami: Let's see… For example, you can eat the same meals, and you can sleep and wake up at the same time.
I think it's important for the both of you to find out more about each other.
Natsuki Shinomiya: I see. Firstly, I think that Syo-chan should call me Nacchan….
Syo Kurusu: Wait. How did you reach that conclusion?
Natsuki Shinomiya: I call you Syo-chan, so naturally, you should call me—
Syo Kurusu: Hell no!
Syo-kun flat-out rejects him with blinding speed.
Natsuki Shinomiya: I was rejected….
Haruka Nanami: Sh-Shinomiya-san, please cheer up!
Natsuki Shinomiya: I just wanted to get closer to you, Syo-chan….
Syo Kurusu: So? Why do I have to do that?
If you want to be called that so badly, why not just have her do it?
After hearing Syo-kun's suggestion, Shinomiya-san's eyes begin sparkling.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan! Please, call me Natsuki-kun.
Haruka Nanami: U-um….
Select the phrase!
O-okay, Natsuki…kun. (+20 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes! Haru-chan!
Haruka Nanami: …!
I-I'm so embarraaaaaassed!
I managed to force it out… but I don't think I can do it again.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, I'm so happy.
Please, call me Natsuki-kun from now on.
Haruka Nanami: Huh? … Ah…. I-I'll do my best.
Um, N-Na… Na… Na– (+10 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki-kun.
All I have to do is say his name, and I know that in my head, but….
When it comes time to say it, all the courage I've built up….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Natsuki-kun… just like that.
Is it so hard to say?
Haruka Nanami: No… not at all….
N-Na… Na… Natsu….
Natsuki Shinomiya: That's it, you're almost there.
Just a little more.
Haruka Nanami: Y-yes….
Na… Na… Natsu….
Syo Kurusu: You guys….
Can't you do this when you guys are alone?
I'm getting second-hand embarrassment just from watching.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Well then Syo-chan, you can join in by calling me Nacchan.
Syo Kurusu: Ugh… guess I brought this upon myself.
I-It's embarrassing. (+0 Love +0 Music)
Natsuki Shinomiya: You mean, you don't like it?
Haruka Nanami: No… it's not like that….
It's just that I'm so used to calling you Shinomiya-san this whole time.
Natsuki Shinomiya: But Haru-chan, you have no problem calling Syo-chan by his name.
Haruka Nanami: Ah….
He makes a good point.
Natsuki Shinomiya: That's why I want you to call me Natsuki-kun as well. No?
Innocent eyes stare into mine.
Haruka Nanami: Uh….
Syo Kurusu: Quit making a fool of yourself. And what's with those abandoned puppy dog eyes?
A name's just a name.
Natsuki Shinomiya: That's not true!
After all, I want you to call me Nacchan as well!
And I want you to call me Natsuki-kun!
Syo Kurusu: … Why're you so worked up about a name?
Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san…. Okay, I get it.
I may not be able to right away, but I'll try my best.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Thank you, Haru-chan.
Several days later.
I have visited Shinomiya-sa… Natsuki… kun's room several times to help out with various tasks to help the two of them synchronize with each other.
Haruka Nanami: Good morning.
Sunday.
I come at the appointed time only to discover that Syo-kun has left the room, and Na... tsuki-kun is still fast asleep.
His face when he's asleep is so cute….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hrm…. M-mmm…. Zzz….
His eyelashes are so long…. His skin is beautifully pale….
His facial features are so handsome that I feel myself being drawn in closer to him, compelled by the urge to stare.
Haruka Nanami: Natsuki… kun.
I whisper his name for no particular reason.
I still feel embarrassed calling him by his first name, but it's fine now since he's asleep….
The next moment….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan, I caught you.
A hand quickly reaches out and grabs my arm.
Haruka Nanami: Huhh? I-I thought you were asleep…!
Natsuki Shinomiya: I was, but then I heard you calling my name and came back from the land of dreams.
Haruka Nanami: …!
So that means… he must have heard….
Natsuki Shinomiya: I'm so happy. Please say my name one more time.
Call me Natsuki-kun.
Haruka Nanami: U-um…. Your face…. It's so close….
I was the one who approached him at first, but now he’s pulled me towards him.
We're so close….
There's nowhere else to look.
Natsuki Shinomiya: If you call me Natsuki-kun, I'll let you go.
So please….
His hand squeezes my arm a little tighter.
No, it's not just that he's holding my arm.
His face is so close, it's embarrassing….
Haruka Nanami: U-um…. That….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hey, won't you say it one more time?
My name….
A sweet, alluring voice whispers in my ear.
Haruka Nanami: Eeek! T-that tickles….
With a soft sigh, the bridge of his nose grazes my cheek.
This is bad. I’m getting dizzy.
At this rate, I won't be able to say anything at all.
Syo Kurusu: What the hell, Natsuki!
What do you think you're doing while I'm not around!!
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, welcome back Syo-chan~
Shinomiya-san suddenly releases his grip.
Thank goodness, I'm saved….
I was so nervous, I thought my heart would give out….
Syo Kurusu: Don't gimme a "welcome back", you airheaded philanderer!
Geez, even in the past….
Ah wait, I'm sorry… I shouldn't be bringing up the past.
The past?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmm? In the past?
Syo Kurusu: You know, that.
In elementary school, there was a violin contest….
We were in the waiting room together.
You were spacing out so much, you missed your cue.
But as soon as you got on stage, you had all these girls cheering for you.
And then, you… you were so cool.
You put on such an amazing performance, I knew I couldn't win against you.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Hmm…? How strange, I have no memory of that.
It's true, I used to play the violin as well.
And yet I'm sure I would remember if we had met before… huh.
Syo Kurusu: Why, you… you’re saying you completely ignored me?!
Natsuki Shinomiya: Th-that's not it….
Sorry, a lot of my memories from that time are a bit vague.
I'm not even sure why, myself.
Syo Kurusu: When I heard that you quit playing the violin and took up viola instead, it came as a shock to me.
But when I heard your viola, as much as I hate to say it, it moved me.
So I thought I would be okay with that too.
But even then…. Why….
Why did you quit playing?
Natsuki Shinomiya: It's….
It's because… I'm weak.
Syo Kurusu: Huh…?
Natsuki Shinomiya: The viola is a very deep instrument….
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't produce a satisfactory sound.
But… people praised me even if I didn't play it perfectly.
They said it was enough….
No matter how many times I tried to say otherwise, no one understood me.
No one taught me how to produce the sound I wanted to hear.
The thought of plodding along a road with no answers made me so scared.
That road was endless, long and far….
Syo Kurusu: Natsuki….
Natsuki Shinomiya: If we're being honest, even now I'm scared.
Seeing idols singing and enjoying themselves, I thought if only I could enjoy the sound like that.
With that in mind, I enrolled in this school.
But there's no right answer to singing either.
I realized I had to make it on my own.
But you see….
I'm not alone now.
You and Syo-chan are here with me.
As long as someone is by my side, we'll worry about it together.
That makes me so happy. Knowing that we can work at it together.
I thought to myself that I can do it.
Because this time, I think I'll be able to find the answer.
Syo Kurusu: … Man, guess I got no choice.
'Kay, I'll help you out this time.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Thank you, Syo-chan!
Shinomiya-san hugs Syo-kun tightly.
Syo Kurusu: Idiot, knock it off!
That hurts!
Then, the day of the test arrives.
Perhaps the special training has paid off, as they both work very well together during the performance.
Shinomiya-san is as odd as ever, but Syo-kun is able to keep up with him perfectly.
Or rather, they both share the same feelings and are able to enjoy the performance.
The timing when they begin singing their lines and various nuances fit perfectly, creating a wonderful harmony.
Amazing…. It's as if they've been singing together for several years.
They're almost like best friends who know everything about each other.
Soon the song ends, and all that's left to do is wait for the final grade.
Natsuki Shinomiya: ….
Syo Kurusu: ….
Shining Saotome: Bravo, braaavooo! What a briiilliant performance!
YOU pass! YOU did very well~
Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes! We did it!
Here we go! Upsy daisy~
Syo Kurusu: W-waaah! You idiot!!
Quit it! Put me downnnn!!
Shining Saotome: Ha ha HAAA!
This is what we call LOVE!
How beautiful it is to have GOOD friends!
Hey hey YOU guys, how about debuting as a unit YO!
Syo Kurusu: Are you kidding me?!
No way, never again!!
Syo-kun seems annoyed, but truthfully, I think he enjoyed himself.
I don't know, that's just the feeling I got.
I had been a little worried about what would happen right after we formed the unit.
But they were in perfect sync the whole time and looked so cool.
At first they were at odds with each other, but I'm glad they’ve managed to become good friends in the end.
Select the phrase!
You're good friends, aren't you? (+5 Love +0 Music)
As I say that, Shinomiya-san smiles broadly and lifts Syo-kun even higher.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Here we go! Upsy daisy!
Haruka Nanami: W-wow….
He's really high up. It looks like it would hurt if he fell….
Syo Kurusu: That's why I’m telling you to knock it off!
Syo-kun really doesn't seem to like it at all, but meanwhile Shinomiya-san is having a lot of fun.
I'm looking forward to your unit debut. (+0 Love +0 Music)
Haruka Nanami: If you become more popular, surely you'll be able to debut as a unit right?
Wow, I'm looking forward to it….
Natsuki Shinomiya: Our aim is to release a CD, right?
Syo Kurusu: Nope! No way!
Wow, sounds like fun. (+0 Love +0 Music)
Syo Kurusu: Do you need to go get your eyes tested or something?!
What makes you think we're having fun!
Haruka Nanami: Ah… I-I'm sorry.
He got upset at me….
But I can tell he’s enjoying himself a little bit.
It'd be nice if I could compose a unit song for them one day.
Mini Game
Ringo Tsukimiya: Okay! In today's private lesson, we're going to look at writing song lyrics~!
Normally, one would compose a song first and then add lyrics to it, but depending on the situation, I sometimes tweak the melody a bit to match the lyrics.
During recording, if the balance doesn't seem right, then it's very rare to change the lyrics to match.
Don't think that just because you're a composer, you only need to know about composing music. Let's study all sorts of different areas.
Lyrics to a song are normally built on top of the existing melody, so rather than the cohesiveness of the overall sentence, the focus of each phrase should be more important.
Well then, let's try adding lyrics to this piece of music!
Since it would be difficult to do everything by yourself from the get-go, let's make this a fill-in-the-blank test.
From the words presented, choose the one that you think would fit best with the song. Once you're finished, I'll grade your work.
Okay! You may begin~!
S Rank
Natsuki Shinomiya: What wonderful lyrics. When I look at them, I feel so soft and enchanted.
It's like my heart is pounding from excitement.
Haruka Nanami: Your heart is… pounding… from excitement?
Somehow his words make me nervous.
But if he likes them, then I'm glad.
Chapter End
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Pinky Promises
Nanami x fem! reader
Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.
A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!
“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.
“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”
“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.
“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”
“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”
“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m sure, dear.”
While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.
Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.
He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.
Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.
…
Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.
“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”
The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.
A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”
Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.
“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”
“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”
“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.
“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.
“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”
“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”
“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”
“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”
He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”
Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.
He glares,“God, you’re something else.”
“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.
“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”
Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.
She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.
“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.
She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”
“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”
Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”
“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”
“I promise you ca-”
“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.
His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.
The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.
His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.
“I love you.”
She sighs, “I love you too.”
Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.
“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”
“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.
…
After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.
“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”
“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.
“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”
“I never do.”
The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.
“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”
“Please, be quiet.”
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