who knew parenting would be this hard? certainly not nanami kentodid.
before having a kid of his own, he had always thought parenting was not that hard. it was always his mindset that the child grows to be how it is with the way the parent teaches it, or how the parent is because kids like to follow and mimic its parents.
but since having one of his own, he has been proven wrong, countless times.
“yuuji, please do not stray far away from daddy.” nanami pleads his two year old son who runs in the park with much enthusiasm, unlike his father who seems to have no energy and heavy bags underneath his eyes. “yuuji,” tiredly the man calls once again, but to his ineffective attempt, the child simply runs straight to the water fountain.
the poor man sighs for what seems to be the fifth time this hour, and they haven‘t even been in the park for longer than thirty minutes. he contemplates on running after the two year old who amuses himself with the water or if he should set up the picnic mat first and then run after his kid.
he thinks, and thinks, and thinks, all while looking back and forth at the empty grass patch and the water area. then he sighs again. if only he had a second body then maybe he wouldn’t have to do this, maybe if he had a second pair of hands he wouldn’t have to suffer like this, maybe if he had, had a spouse—
“excuse me,” he hears from the front, already sighing internally for the millionth time as he readies himself to meet eyes with another parent who‘s going to strike up small talk he has no desire for.
but when he looks up, it feels like suddenly all his prayers have been answered by the gods.
his dark eyes look up and meet with yours, and my oh my can he not be more enthralled by the looks of you. “is this your son? he was running around with untied shoelaces and almost fell in the water.”
wow. nanami says to himself. not even listening to what you’re saying anymore, simply left speechless by the pretty person who stands before him.
“sir?”
“okay.” he monotonously says, forgetting that time is running and reality is pacing at this very moment, and not on pause. in the inside he does not know how to start a conversation, but in the outside he looks like he‘s glaring at you. and it does not help you nor him at all.
you swallow your saliva and nod, slowly settling down the child on the ground right in-front of the man and clasping your hands together. “right. well— uh.. i— i‘ve erm gotta go.. haha.” you awkwardly trail, unclasping your hands together and placing the free right hand on the back of your neck.
“and don‘t worry! i‘ve tied them back together so he doesn’t accidentally slip again.” you say before taking a step back and waving at them. “well, i‘ll be on my way. goodbye—”
“wait!” yet before you‘re able to step even more than two steps away, he‘s taking you by your wrist which causes you off-guard, not that you find it uncomfortable.
“thank you very much. yuuji can‘t swim, so that would have been unfortunate if you hadn‘t caught him.” he reasons out, hand still on your wrist as you close your lips in surprise; that‘s caused by the fact that he actually spoke to you.
“oh, that would have been, very bad.” you frown, thankful that you caught khari before he fell. “i‘m glad i caught him.”
“me too, i‘m glad you caught him.” nanami relieves, finally letting go of the wrist he held to ground you before him. “if you hadn‘t that would have been terrible.”
“how can i repay you?” he asks so, lips casually churning upwards to causing you to almost swoon. meanwhile the strawberry head child looks up curiously, not used to the way his father acts. and even though you’re swooning in the inside, you keep your composure to save yourself some face.
“oh, please, don‘t worry!” you shyly down turn his offer shaking your head lightly. “it‘s okay. i wasn‘t going to let someone fall.” you mutter. however, he shakes his head and insists.
“please i insist. you had just saved me from potentially paying bills.” he jokes, and you laugh.
“alright, since you asked so nicely.” you grace him with a sweet smile and he smiles back, heart skipping beats.
“well, i don‘t have cash right now. but if you want, you can join me and yuuji for a picnic.” he gesture to the child who now smiles so cutely at you, hand open for a wave, tiny fingers grasping at his father‘s jacket.
you swear your heart skips two if not three beats when he holds the basket and the kid in the other. you find it domestic and cute for a man like this to invite you with his kid. it makes you think of all the times you yearned to have your own little family and spend some time with them.
“is missy going to join us daddy?” the little child asks, looking sweetly at his dad who then looks back at you with a smile.
“ask her.” he winks at the boy, who nods in confidence and looks at you with a sweet smile.
“will you join us missy? me and daddy would love company!” he excitedly says, hands pointed to the basket.
you cannot help but bite your lip down and nod at the offer, accepting it with an excited heart and heated cheeks. “i‘d love to.”
“daddy! she said yes!” yuuji cheerfully exclaims.
nanami smiles at yours and yuuji‘s excitement, starting to feel his own excitement start to run in his veins.
that action of his causes your churned lips to grow wider as you inspect him for a good while before turning to the little guy then to him once again. “well, your little one. his name is yuuji right?” you ask. holding your hand out for the child to take.
“right, he‘s yuuji and he‘s two.” nanami confirms your unsure question, nodding away as he places his hand on yuuji‘s head, and the little one sneezes. you both stop, and nanami smiles awkwardly, kneeling down and taking out the napkin from his pocket and wiping yuuji’s nose. the act is cute and hearty, as you can tell, he is quite obviously the daddy figure.
“sorry about that.” he apologizes, going back up and meeting eye to eye with you.
“no worries.” you smile. you stand there in a few minutes of silence, before you remember something very important. “oh jeez, i almost forgot. i didn‘t catch what your name was.” you sheepishly admit.
“god, how rude of me.” he shakes your hand in his and you can‘t help but savour the feeling of all those veins and bones in his toned hands. they entice you in a way you‘d never thought that would entice you, yet you are not complaining.
“nanami, nanami kento.”
“i‘m (y/n), nice to meet you kento.”
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