Women In STEM (Sleepiness, Time For Bed, Extremely Comfy Sheets, Mattresses)

Nanami is more of a listener than a talker, and would happily listen to you ramble on and on about anything that would pop into your mind. And no matter how little it really concerns him, he’ll always pay attention to when you explain something so enthusiastically — even if it’s a silly internet trend or drama.

Nanami is definitely not the guy to have TikTok, but would on occasion lift his attention from his book when you’re both laying in bed to quietly watch along for a few minutes.

Nanami is not the type of guy to really form any defining opinion on said internet controversies — except the videos of grooms disrespecting their brides at the alter in their vows. When you tell him about the men who only spew vulgar statements to their future wives, you witness Nanami get incredibly angry, going on a long and serious tangent about how these boys are immature and have no business getting married at all.

Nanami is the type of guy who would spontaneously pull you out of the chair in the calm hours of the evening to slow dance with you around the living room. Sometimes he’d put on some calm and beautiful melodies to play in the background, but sometimes he would just slow waltz without the music, casual chatter filling the void instead.

Nanami is the type of guy who’d pull your feet in his lap to massage them after a long day, without you asking for it.

Nanami is the type of guy who looooves to cook for you, and he does it as often as he possibly can. And when he does, he loves to feed you small bites during the process for you to taste everything.

Nanami is, of course, a respectable man — meaning he doesn’t engage all that much in pda. But he’ll happily walk beside you with your fingers intertwined with his, or he’ll have a tender hand on the small of your back to guide you when has to let go.

Nanami however, has one physical need and that is kissing the back of your hand, which he will do wherever and whenever. Walking the grocery store; lift your hand to his lips. Meeting up for lunch; lift your hand to his lips. Waiting in line for a restaurant; lift your hand to his lips.

Nanami is the type of guy that would love being a girl’s dad. It would be the highlight of his day to come home from work, only to squeeze into one of her small chairs in her bedroom and would put on the most convincing act of sipping tea from the empty cup, a pretty tiara at the very top of his head.

Nanami is the type of guy who would love planning the wedding along with you. He hates the idea of loading all the responsibility on the bride, because he wants to celebrate your love just as much as you do.

Nanami is the type of guy, who once he falls in love, he’s settled.

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do you ever miss a voice

sevika putting her cigs out on u pls pls

the acridity scent of sevika's cigarettes fills the bedroom air, still stuffy and foggy with sex and sweat from your previous activities with your girlfriend.

sevika's head rests on your stomach as she smokes, her other free hand resting over your ribs, her thumb rubbing your skin. you had tired eachother out, as usual.

your body was already starting to bruise from her rough hands, marking your skin just how she liked. but maybe that wasn't enough— bruises and bite marks would heal eventually, no matter how hard she went.

she blows her smoke out, her nose brushing against your stomach as she presses a kiss to your navel, twirling her cigarette around between her fingers as she conjures up a plan she knew damn well would piss you off.

you sigh in content, oblivious to what she was planning and sliding your hand through her hair, keeping it out of her face.

sevika brings her cigarette down, kissing another spot on your stomach to distract you before pressing the lit tip of the cig against your skin, twisting it a little.

a yelp of surprise and pain escapes your mouth as a seething, burning pain shoots through you. you squirm away and try escape from it, but her bionic arm presses down on your stomach, holding you in place as she watches your skin burn and sizzle with a sick fascination.

she pulls away after only a few seconds as you start crying in pain. she rolls her eyes, flicking the now stubbed out cigarette onto the bedside table. she leans down and blows cool air on the burn, both soothing it and making it sting.

you hiss and shove her head off you, sitting up and looking down at the burn on your abdomen. "what the fuck?" you whine, tears slipping down your face as you wince.

sevika smirks a little wickedly, sitting up and stretching her arms, her muscles flexing. if you weren't so distraught, youd of probably jumped her bones at the sight.

"god, you're such a damn baby."

"what if im a bad person" yeah? well what if you arent? what if you're trying your best and you're growing and you're kind? what then?

yes he’s the worst wolverine yes he’s Wade’s most specialest boy

I feel like this at all times

JOY HAS A HABIT OF RETURNING. BTW

In another universe, you loved me wholeheartedly, and I let it destroy me.

gladly

midoriya-sensei!