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Remember: everything Nanami Kento says is made up.
Nanami entered his apartment after a long day of work, feeling a twinge of disappointment at the empty space. He took a moment to gather himself, letting out a deep sigh as he collapsed onto the sofa. When he leaned back into the cushion, his senses were assaulted by reminders of you - their presence lingering in the air.
He found you’s favorite sweater resting next to him; although, it had become his favorite, too. They wore it so often that it was practically a tangible representation of them. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile before he brought it to his nose, breathing in their scent - something he found himself frequently drawn to.
Nanami knew you would be back soon, but he couldn't seem to ignore the echoing thoughts about them that were anything but honorable. However, it was nothing new for him. you made him weak - even if they were completely unaware of that fact.
While Nanami continued to inhale the smell of their shirt, the material of his pants felt more and more constricting. He swiftly removed both them and his boxers, freeing his erection.
"Fuck, you..." His shaky voice filled the room once he began to stroke his cock. Time seemed to speed up or stop entirely, he was unsure of which. All he appeared to be focused on was you’s scent compelling his senses.
Without any warning, you walked through the door, not giving Nanami enough time to regain his composure. "Welcome back,” he muttered, his hand still wrapped around himself.
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