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nanami kento never intended for your relationship to be the first page of his newest journal. he didn't even notice when he began documenting it with a black ink pen in a plain leather notebook—writing down the moment you finally agreed to be his, as if you hadn’t been smitten by him from the first time you laid eyes on him.

each passing page became a piece of you. his dilemma on buying you flowers filled the 14th page, and by the 34th, there was a polaroid of you holding your favorite flowers—this time, he knew with confidence. your trips together occupied a few more pages, and even more were dedicated to the places he dreamed of taking you. from losses to love, nanami wrote it all down. it was his best way of keeping you—of keeping what you shared. he wanted your love to remain forever, not only in his heart but also in his hands.

when the wedding bells finally rang and he wore a suit unlike his usual ones, nanami kento stood before you, journal in hand. he read from it, a love documented from the beginning to what felt like the end of the beginning. his vows were written as though he'd known all along that he would marry you. but no, his journal didn’t just record the start of your relationship or the journey leading up to that day.

what nanami kento had not expected was that he would end up documenting your entire story.

as he began the last page with your name, followed by a comma, he wrote down everything he planned for your future together—plans he wanted to set in motion as soon as he returned from his mission. plans he would have given to you immediately after.

"let me take you to malaysia?"

you read over and over again, desperately hoping for more to follow, for another page to turn. but there were no more words. no more pages. and nanami’s voice, his presence, would no longer carry past this page.

yet, it’s hard to be angry with him. because, in the end, nanami was always a gentleman. whether knowingly or not, he left you one final letter—a letter filled with love, just like every page in his journal. because maybe, just maybe, the journal wasn’t for him to keep your love. maybe it was for you to keep his—not only in your heart but in your hands, after all.

[papamin au 🐅] five more minutes 💤

atsumu miya is cocky about one thing, and it's volleyball.

it's the only thing he can be fully confident about ( not that he isn't absolutely over confident about everything else ) and the one thing he actually excelled at.

and then there is you.

you, who managed to break down every bit of his egotistical self with just one smile that had him doubting if he smells good or not.

atsumu miya was head over heels in love with you, and that’s the least he could say about his feelings towards you.

“what are you looking at?” you ask, noticing his gaze lingering on you.

“just admiring you,” he says cheekily — and it was true, he was always admiring you.

you snort, “okay, lover boy.” you tease and he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around you.

you had him head over heels in love with you and you probably didn’t even realize it.

“kiss me,” he says suddenly, “what?” you utter out.

“kiss me,” he says again — he had noticed the faint tint of red on your lips, probably lip balm, strawberry? maybe cherry, who know. he was about to find out though.

you stare at him for a moment, confused before shrugging your shoulders and cupping his face, bringing him closer for a kiss.

you peck his lips and atsumu catches on to the faint taste of strawberries before you’re pulling away.

“hey!” he exclaims, “unfair.”

“what?” you asl, feigning innocence, “you wanted a kiss, i gave you one.”

“that barely qualified for a kiss,” he huffs and before you could respond, he’s holding you by the back of your neck and pulling you in for a proper kiss.

and yep, it was definitely strawberry flavored lip gloss you were wearing.

god, he’s so head over heels in love with you.

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Nanami liked the simple things in life. Eating good, reading books, taking walks, especially the ones at sunset on the beach with his pretty wife. So much so he had to record it. Everytime. 

 “Stay still,” Nanami demands with a chuckle, camera in his hand recording. As he watched you tiptoe your way down the shoreline of the beach, pointing out every shell or little crab you saw. "For what?” you question turning around to face him as you were a few steps ahead of him. He looks through the lens of the camera to make sure you’re in frame to continue on recording. He admires how the golden sunlight douses your skin making you look like you're glowing, the way the breeze blows your hair into your face, and your eyes. Oh how Nanami loved your eyes. Not only did he love the color, he loved how they looked at him, full of the purest love and he wondered. How could you ever love someone like him? 

“The view is gorgeous,” you look at the sunset again. “Very gorgeous…” he mutters no louder than a whisper under his breath. He wasn’t looking at the sunset. “Close the camera Ken,” you let out a soft laugh, as he continued recording, obviously focused on you now and not the sunset. He also loved your laugh. Your laugh was a melody of pure joy to his ears. The way his heart filled with warmth and happiness at the mere sound of it. He had finally understood that this is what love was. You were his love. 

“Had enough now?” He chuckles

God the things you could do and go back and say No. It wasn’t enough. Not enough time. 

“Yes,” another giggle escapes your lips. “Alright say goodbye,” Nanami insists as you begin waving bye to the camera. 

“Goodbye.”

“I shouldn’t have said goodbye…” 

Your fingers come to close the camera. Ending the bittersweet memory of what you once had. There were no more walks, nor sunsets, no more smiles and laughter. But most importantly, no more Nanami.