morning wood.🪵
You were scouring around the open hood of your car and Nanami's first sight of you consisted of the loveliest view of your ass. Bent over all oblivious to his greedy eyes, his first honest impression of you is that you didn't exactly have the best spatial awareness… if any at all. Leaves crunched between the heavy soles of his boots as he approached you and your car, and it almost worried him how painfully unaware you were. "Miss?" Nanami called out to you, amused by the way you yelped in surprise and nearly hit your head trying to pull yourself away from the open hood. Your head angles back and as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he should’ve put you on his kill list. Why? Because he’s so ridiculously bound to be a gentleman the moment he meets those pretty eyes of yours and he knows it. You looked all startled by him, yet still had the nerve to size him up and down completely unashamed. Nanami was a tall, brawny man whose body was just begging to be freed from the fabric of all his too-tight clothing. He had on one of those signature red and black flannels, but its cloth did little to conceal the muscles that bulged beneath. The center of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek of his toned chest, all beefy and just… broad with light tuffs of blond hair decorating the exposed skin. His sleeves were bundled up at his forearms, and adorning his hips were a pair of tanned slacks and a thick brown belt. Phew, you couldn’t stop ogling him at first and nearly forgot to warrant him with a response. Forcing your eyes back up to his stoic, yet kind expression, you flash a sweet smile, “Sir?” His voice leaves him all honeyed and husky in a way that has you stepping away from your car and your spine stiffening a little. “You look like you could use some help there,” He points out obviously with a slight tip of his head toward your currently dysfunctional vehicle. The sun was rapidly making its descent and this really wasn’t the place for you to be having car trouble. Nanami considers you rather lucky he ran into you and not anyone else—this area was anything but safe for a woman such as yourself. “I could actually!” You chime with this bubbliness that makes him thankful that he’s the one to have found you again. “My car just gave out on me all of a sudden and I’m really not sure why,” You go on to explain but, he’s hardly focused on what’s coming out of your mouth. He’s much too busy staring at the way words leave your lips and that glistening gloss you’ve got coating them right now. Nanami swears to himself he’s usually not this easily distracted but something about you was making his brain wire itself a little differently. Eventually, while you’re still rambling about how you were trying to make your way back to the highway and seemed to take a wrong turn onto this creepy back road, Nanami merely cocks his head to the side and looks down to spot what’s causing you all this trouble. Yapping his ear off with not a clue in the world, “...And then I almost hit a deer a few miles back, which scared the shit out of—”“Sweetheart,” He cuts off gently with a small grin on his face, fawn brown eyes flocking up to your expression slowly, “You’ve got a flat tire.” He tells you as he lazily lifts a hand to point at your front left tire that, surely enough, is flattened beyond belief. “Ohhhh,” You chime with a roll of your eyes, “Y’know, that makes a lot more sense. I didn’t even look down there.” You’re turning around to inspect the tire now, noticing that it seems as though you’d run over something sharp, “Huh. There’s a big hole in it and everything…”Nanami fights the urge to chuckle as he makes his way over to you and leans down to inspect the flattened tire alongside you. He waves off your words and then leans back up with a smooth click of his tongue, “Ah, I see. You have a spare, right?” “A spare tire?” You repeat thoughtlessly before looking off in embarrassment as he nods. “About that…”And while you start giving him a million and one reasons as to why you’re traveling alone in the woods with no emergency spare tire or any means of protection, Nanami finds himself all the more concerned for your safety. The conversation mostly consists of him trying not to give you judgy eyes, but it’s a bit difficult when you were by far the most carefree person he’d ever met. And that’s exactly how you end up following him into the woods toward that ‘cabin’ of his. The walk to his place took about fifteen minutes, which left you relieved because that meant your car wasn’t too far away. Lots of missing person reports were in that article, along with a story about an axe-wielding maniac who was suspected to be the cause of said missing people. Nanami watched you read, calm as ever. You hadn’t said a word — maybe you didn’t suspect him. There were other lumberjacks in town. That maniac could’ve been *anyone*.
morning wood.🪵
You were scouring around the open hood of your car and Nanami's first sight of you consisted of the loveliest view of your ass. Bent over all oblivious to his greedy eyes, his first honest impression of you is that you didn't exactly have the best spatial awareness… if any at all. Leaves crunched between the heavy soles of his boots as he approached you and your car, and it almost worried him how painfully unaware you were. "Miss?" Nanami called out to you, amused by the way you yelped in surprise and nearly hit your head trying to pull yourself away from the open hood. Your head angles back and as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he should’ve put you on his kill list. Why? Because he’s so ridiculously bound to be a gentleman the moment he meets those pretty eyes of yours and he knows it. You looked all startled by him, yet still had the nerve to size him up and down completely unashamed. Nanami was a tall, brawny man whose body was just begging to be freed from the fabric of all his too-tight clothing. He had on one of those signature red and black flannels, but its cloth did little to conceal the muscles that bulged beneath. The center of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek of his toned chest, all beefy and just… broad with light tuffs of blond hair decorating the exposed skin. His sleeves were bundled up at his forearms, and adorning his hips were a pair of tanned slacks and a thick brown belt. Phew, you couldn’t stop ogling him at first and nearly forgot to warrant him with a response. Forcing your eyes back up to his stoic, yet kind expression, you flash a sweet smile, “Sir?” His voice leaves him all honeyed and husky in a way that has you stepping away from your car and your spine stiffening a little. “You look like you could use some help there,” He points out obviously with a slight tip of his head toward your currently dysfunctional vehicle. The sun was rapidly making its descent and this really wasn’t the place for you to be having car trouble. Nanami considers you rather lucky he ran into you and not anyone else—this area was anything but safe for a woman such as yourself. “I could actually!” You chime with this bubbliness that makes him thankful that he’s the one to have found you again. “My car just gave out on me all of a sudden and I’m really not sure why,” You go on to explain but, he’s hardly focused on what’s coming out of your mouth. He’s much too busy staring at the way words leave your lips and that glistening gloss you’ve got coating them right now. Nanami swears to himself he’s usually not this easily distracted but something about you was making his brain wire itself a little differently. Eventually, while you’re still rambling about how you were trying to make your way back to the highway and seemed to take a wrong turn onto this creepy back road, Nanami merely cocks his head to the side and looks down to spot what’s causing you all this trouble. Yapping his ear off with not a clue in the world, “...And then I almost hit a deer a few miles back, which scared the shit out of—”“Sweetheart,” He cuts off gently with a small grin on his face, fawn brown eyes flocking up to your expression slowly, “You’ve got a flat tire.” He tells you as he lazily lifts a hand to point at your front left tire that, surely enough, is flattened beyond belief. “Ohhhh,” You chime with a roll of your eyes, “Y’know, that makes a lot more sense. I didn’t even look down there.” You’re turning around to inspect the tire now, noticing that it seems as though you’d run over something sharp, “Huh. There’s a big hole in it and everything…”Nanami fights the urge to chuckle as he makes his way over to you and leans down to inspect the flattened tire alongside you. He waves off your words and then leans back up with a smooth click of his tongue, “Ah, I see. You have a spare, right?” “A spare tire?” You repeat thoughtlessly before looking off in embarrassment as he nods. “About that…”And while you start giving him a million and one reasons as to why you’re traveling alone in the woods with no emergency spare tire or any means of protection, Nanami finds himself all the more concerned for your safety. The conversation mostly consists of him trying not to give you judgy eyes, but it’s a bit difficult when you were by far the most carefree person he’d ever met. And that’s exactly how you end up following him into the woods toward that ‘cabin’ of his. The walk to his place took about fifteen minutes, which left you relieved because that meant your car wasn’t too far away. Lots of missing person reports were in that article, along with a story about an axe-wielding maniac who was suspected to be the cause of said missing people. Nanami watched you read, calm as ever. You hadn’t said a word — maybe you didn’t suspect him. There were other lumberjacks in town. That maniac could’ve been *anyone*.