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character: *has frost powers* me: your backstory is family related trauma isn’t it
Nanami gets a strange feeling.
it’s in his bones, a simple vibration that he knows isn’t physically there, but it jitters still, slowly growing stronger and stronger. It’s a memory he can’t place, but so strong he can taste; it’s copper and sweat, the undercurrent of panic-
“Kento?”
Nanami blinks away the thought and presses his thumbs into the bridge of his nose to calm the headache that’s started. When he looks up, you’re pushing the screen door open and joining him on the back porch.
Sunset has just begun, casting a golden glow against your skin. The ocean’s foam almost glows with sherbet tones as it laps the shore, so far and yet so close he can taste the salt.
“You okay, dear?”
The feeling hasn’t subsided; it rumbles stronger, like a train powering down the tracks.
“Of course, just tired.” Nanami places his book on the railing. The worn thin, water stained pages flutter in the breeze.
“Dinner’s ready if you’re up for it,” you say, “Yuuji’s setting the table right now.”
He pushes off of the chair with a grunt, his knees protesting the movement. The strange feeling sticks to his bones, begs to be acknowledged-
“All by himself?” Nanami pulls you in by the hip and presses a kiss into your temple as he passes, tugging you back inside. The door creaks closed, tapping his but when he doesn’t move fast enough. “When did he get so big?”
“I don’t know, but it breaks my heart a little!” you croon, “Our baby isn’t a baby anymore.”
“Well, don’t fret. If everything goes according to plan,” Nanami catches your mouth against his this time, “We’ll have another baby to whine about soon.”
You shine at that, but your smile quickly falters when you meet his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, “You seem off.”
“Yes, just-” Nanami looks outside. The beach is the same as always, forever changing with each wave. Yuuji is singing to himself in the dining room, some jaunty thing he learned in preschool, though he’s not quite getting all of the words correct.
“I just had the feeling that I almost didn’t have all of this.”
I made this to call myself out but please feel free to hold up a mirror if you need one also.