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barbieandkento · 13 days ago

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₍^. .^₎⟆ synposis: a little girl suddenly grabs nanami's legs in the park, insisting that he's a prince. he's not, but he can certainly act as the prince charming to the girl's beautiful single mother being harassed by a stranger. word count: 1.5k

nanami can feel his spine practically collapsing in on itself, the exhaustion of the week still hanging heavy.

one too many curses, late night assignments, his damn shower not working for a full 24 hours followed by his air conditioning... the sweltering July heat doesn't make things better, his head resting against the cool window of the bus as the vehicle slows to his stop.

finally.

the only thing that's been keeping him going has been the thought of grabbing lunch at his favorite soba place, a hole-in-the-wall only twenty minutes from his apartment.

stepping off, he takes in the sounds of the rushing water of the fountain and giggling children from the park nearby. it's a hazy Saturday afternoon, and the park is filled with exhausted parents and over excited toddlers zooming across the playground. a few dogs trot behind their owners on the track, a teenage couple nearly knocks him over as they attempt to maneuver a two-seater bicycle together, and-

someone grabs his leg.

looking down, he sees a small child - no older than two years old - grabbing onto his right leg for dear life. his eyes immediately soften, before looking up to look for her parent. not seeing anyone who might fit the bill, he crouches down to meet the little girl's eyeline.

"yes?"

"prince." she responds, tugging the fabric of his trousers.

the comment completely catches him off guard, eyes blinks a few times in silence, before he snaps back into responding.

"prince?"

"you a prince?" she mumbles again, eyes sparkling with fascination, and it causes a small smile to break out across his lips.

"a prince? I... I don't think so."

she frowns at his response, the most adorable huff being exclaimed as she shakes her ways sideways at his denial.

"no. you prince. from book."

a beat passes as nanami wrestles with himself on how to respond to this little girl adamant that he is some kind of royalty, before the girl suddenly raises her arms and stares at him sweetly.

"up please."

though slightly hesitating, he carefully gathers the girl into his arms and pulls her up to his eye level. her right hand comes to rest on his shoulder and instinctively, he rocks her up and down, eyes scanning the park again.

"where are your parents..." he mumbles to himself, more than to her, as the girl seems to take fascination with the pattern of the necktie he's wearing. for someone who seems to have lost her parents, he notes, she seems remarkably calm. to passerbys, it'd look like he was her father instead of a stranger suddenly in charge of a toddler.

just as he's beginning to lose hope, a frantic voice rings out from behind him.

"amu!"

nanami swears his heart nearly skips a beat when his eyes focus and settle in on you. your long white skirt trailing behind your legs, eyes golden reflecting the sunlight, a relieved smile on your glossy lips as you come running towards him. the girl in his arms - your daughter, he assumes - starts to wiggle out of his grasp and he has to tell his momentarily stunned brain to let the child down.

once he does, the little girl is taken into your embrace in one fell swoop, your knees on the dirt floor. you let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling your daughter's warm body in your embrace, before your hands come up to her face. scanning it for any injuries, and a worried scowl on your lips.

"amu, why would you run away without telling me where you were going? i was worried sick!"

your daughter just shrugs, pointing one finger at the man you've not gotten a proper look at.

"prince."

confused, you look to your right, locking eyes with the six foot something god of a man standing next to you. broad shoulders, muscular physique, blonde sweat slicked hair and sharp jawline. he's impeccably dressed despite the heat, brown linen pants and a breezy white shirt, and you almost forget what your daughter has just said before realization sweeps over you like a tidal wave.

"I am... so sorry." you mumble out, bowing immediately.

"it's quite alright." the handsome stranger says, but you can only feel your embarrassment worsen when you realize amu has probably called him a prince to his face.

"she, uh.... thinks you're the prince from her favorite storybook that I read her every night-" you mumble off, hoping to explain away this mortifying situation.

ah. nanami thinks. that makes a lot more sense.

he could cut you off, he supposes, but a part of him likes seeing a beautiful woman get flustered in front of him.

"i also didn't think she'd run away from me whilst I was dealing with a creep harassing me for my number, so, again, I deeply, deeply apologize-"

"please, no apologies necessary." he smiles, lowering his glasses so he can properly look into your eyes. from this angle, he realizes, he can see how perfectly the dress you're wearing hugs your neckline and count the odd bits of hair sticking out from the sides of your ears. you're beyond attractive. "amu was very well-behaved."

you relax at the stranger's kind words, gathering your courage to ask him for his name.

"thank you, mr...?"

"nanami. nanami kento."

"(l/n). (l/n) (y/n)."

the shy and quiet atmosphere is shattered by the sound of nearby footsteps, and the unwelcomed voice of the creep you thought you'd abandoned rings out from behind you again.

"there you are, gorgeous. thought i'd let you reject me that easily?"

amu darts away to hide her face in between your legs, as if sensing the danger in the air, as you turn around with an exasperated look on your face.

"I told you, sir, I'm not interested." you mutter through gritted teeth.

the 50 something year old man is persistent, stepping in even closer, the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume overwhelming your senses. he even extends a hairy hand forward to try and grab your arm as he speaks, cooing at you.

"ah, come on. single mom like you? you know you can't raise a kid all by yourse-"

his hand stops a few inches from you when a tall figure suddenly steps in between the two of you, and when the old man yelps in pain, you realize it's nanami whose large hand has intercepted the creep's touch. all the warmth and gentleness that he was speaking with moments ago is gone, his sculpted face now stoic and emotionless as he burns holes into the man's head.

"don't touch her." nanami's seething, voice low and so cold that it sends a chill down your spine.

"and who the hell are you?" the man sputters, surprised by the sudden strength at which nanami is grabbing him.

nanami's response comes out without him thinking.

"i'm her damn husband."

you have to suppress your gasp of surprise, heart thundering inside your chest, as his tall figure doesn't waver whilst standing protectively between you and the stranger.

"and i refuse to tolerate such disgusting behavior against her, especially in front of my daughter." his tone leaves no room for argument, his muscles flexing under his shirt with each aggreived breath he takes.

"so i suggest you leave."

nanami shakes off the man's hand, forceful and strong. the look in his eyes is murderous.

"now."

you've never seen a man run so fast in your life, the man not even bothering to look back as he runs away, nearly tripping over his feet.

as the man disappears into the distance, you let out a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding in. letting cold air filling your lungs, your shoulders naturally relaxing downwards.

amu, sensing that the danger has gone, looks up at you then at nanami, before she bolts away from between your legs and her small fingers are grasping at nanami's left hand.

"da....ddy?" she mumbles out, unsure, but looking up at him with so much hope that all nanami can think to do is smile back.

you blink, brain freezing for a few moments, before you're gently pulling amu back into your arms and full on bowing in apology.

"I'm so sorry, kento san, i didn't think she'd uh, say all that-" you're mumbling nonsense, gaze on everything but him, and you're not sure if it's just hot outside or if the internal burning you're feeling is from the devastating embarrassment.

to your surprise, he just chuckles.

"would it be impolite to say i didn't mind?" nanami replies cooly, hands tucking into his pants. it gives you the courage to stare up at him, mouth open in shock, as he continues to explain himself.

"if anything, i apologise for introducing myself as your husband." he adds, sheepish. "i only meant to make the man disappear, but i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by insinuating we were married."

it's your turn to smile slowly, jittery nerves and all.

"would it be impolite to say I didn't mind?" you repeat after him.

and you swear you've never seen a more beautiful sight than how brilliantly his face lights up at your response.

"... would you two like accompany me to lunch? i was about to head to a wonderful soba restaurant just around the corner."

you stand up straight, fingers light and tingling with excitement.

"only if it wouldn't be a bother."

he waves off your worries.

"it'd be a pleasure."

amu, sensing a lull in the conversation, circles around your legs to grab nanami's hand again.

but this time, she looks back at you with her other hand outstretched.

"mama coming?" she asks, voice quiet, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

"yes, is mama coming?" nanami adds, a hint of teasing to his question.

you resist the urge to smile even wider.

"coming."

a/n: mainly a clean out of my drafts! not sure how much i like how this turned out but i think it's kind of a cute idea and i know you guys appreciate me posting anything than nothing at all. thank you for all the love for on the other fics and for getting my blog to over 600 followers already, i'm so blessed x i hope this wasn't too bad to read haha.

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