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if you lie down with me

₊˚⊹♡. nanami kento comes back from shibuya to you, his wife.

When Haibara died Nanami blamed everything he could. First, himself. Then the damn system. And then the world.

More than ten years later, the weight of the pain still lives in his spine, like an old scar that never fully healed. However, this time another wound has been opened. The pain is fresh, new, bleeding.

This time it was him. Or it should’ve been.

He remembers how Mahito almost killed him, how half of his body was battered, torn, bruised, beyond recognition. Or so he thought.

He doesn’t remember how he escaped. Did he exorcise Mahito? Or was it Yuji who waved him off with a small reassuring smile? “Don’t worry Nanami-san I’ll take it from here! Go home to your wife.”

Your wife. Home. You.

The mere mention of your name reminded him he has someone to go home to. Someone who made his once far too minimalistic, bordering on empty apartment feel like the only place he wanted to be.

The kind of place he missed the second he stepped out the door for work each morning.

He doesn’t remember the journey back, only that his feet never stopped moving. Heavy and aching steps never stalling. Every muscle in his body screamed. His side burned beneath torn skin and bruises, every shift of the fabric of his shirt a stark reminder of the painful injuries that painted his body.

Yet somehow, his legs kept carrying him forward, and forward and forward. He barely registered the cold breeze that bit through his bloodied shirt or the ache in his feet. And there he was in front of your door- our door. Familiar and comforting. The instinct to live had brought him here. To you.

A knock is all it takes before he hears the soft paddling of your footsteps-then the door swings open. Did you notice the emptiness in his gaze when you looked at him? He hopes you didn’t. But a small part of him aches for you to see it.

You barely have time to speak, he’s already leaning in, lips crashing against yours, rough and desperate. Not soft, not tender. It’s about survival. The way he assures himself that he made it. That he kept his promise. That he came back to you.

His tongue searches yours like he’s begging for proof. That you’re real. That he still is.

He’s the one to break the kiss, but not the contact. Big strong arms circling your waist, leaving a streak of dried blood across your sleeve. A silent confession of how close he came to losing everything. You pull away first, just enough to look up at him. There’s blood on his shirt, bruises blooming across his skin, hair disheveled and dirty. And his eyes, wide open, but distant. Like he’s still processing the fact that he made it out alive.

Your voice shakes. “Ken… what happened?” He doesn’t answer.

His jaw tightens. Not in anger, but in restraint.

As if speaking is the one thing keeping him from collapsing entirely. You gently move a strand of hair from his forehead, and whisper. “It 's okay. You’re home now. I’ve got you”

You try not to cry. You try not to let him see the way your heart breaks at the sight of him like this. Because if he made it home, if he found his way back to you no matter how painful it was. The least you can do is be strong.

“I’ll help.”

You guide him to the bathroom without a word, just your soft hand leading the way into the cozy apartment.

You run the water warm, just how he likes it. Adding a generous amount of soap, bubbles rising like you’re trying to wash the blood from his mind, not just his skin. You help him undress gently, delicate fingers working through each button of his shirt. He doesn’t flinch. He barely reacts. When it’s time to step in, you press soft kisses to his knuckles, trying to distract him from the sting as water hits his bruises.

You kneel in front of him and start washing his hair.

It 's slow, gentle. Fingers sliding through knots and dried blood. He doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders aren’t tense anymore and they finally drop.

Nanami’s eyes are fixed on a spot on the tiled wall-unblinking. His mind spirals to dark places, far away from the warm comfort of your bathroom. It drifts back to the blood, the screams, the silence that followed. You notice it right away. How his mind had slipped somewhere distant, somewhere you can’t reach. The silence is unsettling. So loud it makes your chest ache.

You don’t ask him to talk. You don’t press.

Instead, you dip the sponge into the water and start washing the blood from his arm, moving so gently as if he were made of glass.

��I saw a cat today when I went out for a walk.” You say softly. Something to break the silence. Something to pull him back. “He had hazel eyes and his owner had put him in this cute little tie. He reminded me of you...” A soft smile tugs at your lips, even if he can’t see it.

Nanami’s silent for a moment, before he gives a small short laugh. A tiny break in the heavy silence. It’s not much, but it fills your heart with joy.

“Poor cat.” He murmurs, voice rough and low. “Didn’t deserve that comparison.”

He leans into your touch, eyes drifting closed once more. But finally there’s a relaxation that wasn’t present before.

You dried him off slowly, wrapping him in warmth. Helped him dress and patched his bruises while telling him about your day in extensive detail. Now he sits at the edge of the bed, hands resting on his knees, eyes lowered. Taking a seat beside him, you take his hand in yours.

“I thought I was going to die,” he says quietly.

You look at him, heart aching.

“I thought… I would never see you again. Not your smile, your voice, your face.”

His voice doesn’t crack. There are no tears. But the way he stares at the floor, as if he was holding the weight of death itself on his shoulders says enough.

There’s a beat of silence, soft and heavy, before you whisper.

“You came back to me. That’s all that matters, Ken.”

He turns his head slightly, just enough for you to catch the flicker in his eyes, still tired, still haunted, but full of warmth and love. Present.

And then, voice rough but certain, he murmurs, “I’d go through all of it again, if it meant finding my way back to you.”

hiiii, this is myy first fanfic! english is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistakes. feel free to request anything you'd like me to write :)

i'm still new to this app so i'm still figuring out how it works

credits to @cursed-carmine for the divider <3!

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