scribomaniac333

[scribomaniac333]

Do you make more than one character per request? If not, you can choose which one you prefer to write, you’re the master wink wink

Anyhow, maybe a partner that likes hands for Nanami and Higuruma? (Separately) bonus point if they like to trace the veins on their hands ☺️

jjk x reader who specially likes hands.

featuring. nanami kento & higuruma hiromi (separately) || headcannon.

warnings. none.

notes. apologies for the wait, i had to research a bit.

nanami kento.

it all started when you traced his veins and tendons, that's when it clicked for him.

sure, he did notice how you preferred to hold his hand in crowded palces to not lose him, grab his index finger when you were nervous, kissed his hands when you two were alone.

but it didn't exactly striked as a preference, until now.

nanami is a reserved type, being so stuck on the future made him forget to live the present, now he struggles to show you proper affection.

so, he decided to do something nice for you.

out of nowhere, you noticed how his hands were softer and smelled so good.

it was the new pocket sized hand cream he bought, you confirmed the suspicion when, in one of your dates, you saw him take if off his front pocked before he could see you coming.

judging nanami, he didn't even know it was your favourite scent, he just picked the one with your favourite colour. he'd have a hard time admitting it if you asked.

a few weeks later, you noticed he had bought some pair of leather gloves, saying that it bothered him that his hands were getting calloused from work.

it didn't bother him, it bothered you, and you knew he got those just for you.

in a general sense, he would do these little things here and there just to indulge you in your tastes, but it would take a while to get him actively talking about it.

one day it would accidentally slip, when he says, without much thought: why aren't you holding my hand today?

he was so sure he only thought that, but the expression on your face was too priceless for it to just be a thought. you one hundred percent heard him. now he can't pretend to don't know about it anymore, you've never seen nanami so flustered before.

higuruma hiromi.

hiromi is a more blunt one, after noticing you playing around with hands over the time, almost if you were glued to it, he just asked what's the deal.

not to say he was pleasantly surprised, with a bit of disbelief, but pleased nonetheless.

that surely got him love drunk. average hiromi, a guy who wakes up and goes to sleep thinking about his work has such a beauty admiring a part of him.

for the first time in a while, you noticed higuruma actively avoiding eye contact with you, with that he also became more fidgety: playing with his tie, passing his fingers through his hair, but he would never take his hand away from you.

if you hold it, it's yours until you decided to let go.

because of his job, sometimes his hands are dirty with ink from his pens or markers; he once mentioned how he doesn't like how you get dirty because of him. after that, you notice he carries a little container of alcohol around his belt loops, so you won't get your hands dirty.

a few days after that, he suddenly appeared with bandaids on the joints of his index and middle finger, he told you it was because he didn't wanted to get a writer's callous, claiming it would ruin your experience.

at some point, you noticed how he keeps doing his work with one hand — you are holding the other — and how this feels a bit off, you take a time to analyse him and notice that you're holding his dominant hand.

if you point it out, he's going to give you an awkward laugh and spill the beans: he has been training how to use the computers and write with his other hand so you never have to move from your spot.

but without a doubt, the most flustering thing he did was, now he can almost sense when you're about to hold him; he got used to your mannerisms, after all. when he notices you're getting closer he starts flapping his hand around and then openning and closing it with force.

a bit weirded out by his behaviour, he explains without need for asking: this makes the veins pop more, and i know you like them; he tells you that without a single drop of shame in his face. you can already feel your cheeks getting warmer.

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First ask! Request for the man Nanami <3

Nanami with an artist spouse

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「is that supposed to be me...?」

nanami kento/artist reader || scenario.

warnings. none.

notes. this is my first post, so it might be a bit unpolished.

nanami has always noticed how you have stationary products and notebooks on your hands or bag more than the usual person, but didn't think much about it at first.

but his curiosity perked when he noticed you weren't just taking notes, in the middle of pencils and pens where also markers and other colourful things he doesn't really know much about. his tendency to note details made him aware of how your skin, clothing and belongings were kind of smudged from time to time, specially your fingers; he found that specially cute, how your passions bleed into other aspects of your life — unlike him, who only does what's strictly needed.

just like how, after learning a new word, it suddenly appears everywhere you look, he began to notice even more the little details. little doodles on the napkins when you two would go out to eat snacks, scribbles to test out materials, that one time a pen popped on your brand new shirt, things like that.

he finds himself thinking about it sometimes, he tried multiple times to reply to your notes with one that had a drawing made by him, but he thought it too ugly to show; the papers always ended up in the trash can.

at some point, when you two were hanging out at his favourite bakery — on the rare occasions he has a free day — he takes a peak at your notebook while you were at the bathroom. there were messy notes, scrapped ideas, some scribbles and... wait a moment. is that a drawing of him? after the first initial shock moment, the dedication you put on the details start to bloom on his vision. does he really have little wrinkles on his forehead from always frowning? that one strand of hair he's always pushing back is right there. although, given all considerations, he thinks you drew him way more handsome than he actually is.

leaving the bathroom door, you instantly notice nanami in your spot, looking directly at your notebook — that you left open. in a hurry, you walk fast enough to get there soon but to not drag attention to yourself, trying to come up with something to say on the way. crap, he wasn't supposed to see that yet, you were going to show it to him on the end of this date.

"ah, nanamin..." you murmur the words out of your mouth, you didn't think about anything yet.

"is that supposed to me be?" he points at the drawing, it's painfully obvious that's him, trying to come up with something to say — and also avoid eye contact with him — you notice that he has a napkin under his hand, that now you can see more, since he lifted his hand. changing topics, you ask him what that is.

"ah... this?" he seems weirdly shy and instead of directly explaining he picks the paper up and shows it to you. "i tried doing something. it's not good." and there was a drawing of you, very poorly made, it's notable that he tried to copy your style but it didn't went well. taking a closer look at his face, you can see his eyes avoiding you from under his goggles and his cheeks reddening.

after this, sometimes you notice doodles on his drafts. they're usually drawings of you.