Thread by @plaidistheway, au with newlyweds nanaita and nanami's students and co-workers are just so [...]

au with newlyweds nanaita and nanami's students and co-workers are just so curious about who the dour, competent, adult of adults Nanami Kento married. The faculty's seen the well-packed bentos for him, and hears tidbits of his lighter tone over the phone during breaks.

If they ever doubted his marital status, the white gold band that's been recently worn on his finger assuages that presumption. Was his wife like him? The total opposite? Or maybe the wife wasn't a wife at all? They can't really discern Nanami's preferences, but they don't judge.

Then the university holds an event that allows guests in, including the faculty's SOs. Nanami and Yuuji go separately, as Yuuji still has to do a little tinkering before catching up (he's a mechanic). When Yuuji arrives, dressing up a little to make a good impression,

It ends up catching unnecessary attention. (The brands he wears are a little over the top, but it would make Nanami really happy he's using his gifts.). To top it off, Yuuji's so friendly and chipper, catching smitten sighs left and right as he makes his way through the stalls.

Bc he was just off work, his ring's still on his neck chain, so no one knows he's married. Nanami wonders what's taking him so long. Yuuji sees someone struggling with their supplies so he helps lift them without breaking a sweat. People accost him for some brunt work;

Yuuji's too nice to say no, so he gets dragged around doing odd jobs while everyone gets the privilege of seeing him at work. How could you not crush on a walking wet dream with a smile that makes you go weak on the knees?

Before he can make it to the function room where Nanami's at, he's dragged all the way back to the school parking area because someone had trouble with their car. Yuuji brought his own vehicle complete with the tools so he helps some student's mom start up her car.

He strips off his expensive button-up and wraps it around his waist, so he's only wearing a tank top now. The missus goes in a bit of a daze as he's checking the hood and assessing if it's the cap or battery that has an issue. A crowd gathers; it becomes sort of a spectacle.

Besides the obvious (rippling muscles and the curve of his back), there's something attractive about the way he nimbly troubleshoots and fixes whatever's wrong with the car, his concentration single-minded. At this point, Nanami goes out to search for his spouse.

He overhears from a dopey-looking student that there's this really cute guy at the parking lot, & it's going viral (someone recorded him). Nanami stiffly tells her he's his husband much to that student's mortification. He does this again when he tells off the missus' advances.

One scathing look to the rest of the people in the parking lot and they scramble away and disperse. No one wants to be subject to Nanami-sensei's ire. Yuuji gets chewed out a little (Nanami's worried bc he can get taken advantage of; he can care less about him being too late)

He cleans Yuuji's dusty face with wipes, and then his fingers, before personally putting the ring back on. Yuuji gets to meet Nanami's fellow teachers without a problem after, though with some slack-jawed reactions and incredulous looks because,

Prim and proper Nanami is surprisingly open on his acts of PDA with Yuuji. Gojo snorted wine through his nose when Yuuji nonchalantly sat on Nanami's lap & Nanami continued to discuss the nuances of taxation without missing a beat.

Hell, he even wraps an arm around his waist comfortably, and opens his mouth automatically when Yuuji lifts a tine or spoon carrying food. And he's smiled more than thrice since the same hour. More than! Hell would freeze over first before you would get Nanami to smile often.

"Nanami-san?" A co-worker says, two heads turn to her and respond with a yes? at the same time. "My colleague Nanami-san."

Yuuji scratches his cheek sheepishly, Nanami fondly stares at him. They need to get a room. She coughs, "Both of you could answer this I guess."

"How did you meet?"

"My brother ended up bumping the back of his car because he didn't pull the breaks fast enough." Yuuji says, "No one got seriously hurt, but Kento got mildly concussed. I went to check on him and maybe it was delirium or what but-"

"I asked him to marry me." Nanami finishes with a straight face. Someone chokes on a spaghetti meatball.

Yuuji reddens, "Then he passed out. So my nii-san was took care of the reparations and fines while I brought him for medical attention. And when he woke up,"

"He asked me the same thing again." Nanami's expression doesn't crack, but Yuuji's abashed by the recall. "I thought he was joking but then his face meant serious business. That was overwhelming for me, so in a panic I said,"

"Not until the third date."

Yuuji laughs, "And the rest is history. You wouldn't know it from a first impression but Kento's a softie actually. He might be stern and particular about details but he isn't that intimidating. His house slippers-" Nanami puts a hand over his mouth.

Gojo leans in, sensing potential blackmail material. "His slippers?"

Yuuji lowers his wrist down, grinning impishly. "Fuzzy pink rabbit slippers. It comes in a set with a robe and headband. His favorite, actually."

"Is that right," Nanami resolutely refuses to meet Gojo's eyes

"Na-na-min?" Nanami's eyebrow twitches.

Yuuji regals to his faculty friends some anecdotes involving the both of them and simultaneously turns down any joking (or serious) offers for an extra slot in the relationship.

They maximize weeding out juicy details w/o any direct consequence because Yuuji's there to mitigate any Nanami-sized threat. Of course, Nanami pays him back in full when they reach home.

But is it really a punishment when Yuuji gets to wake up in the morning with a satisfying ache in his body and breakfast in bed prepared by the world's most amazing husband?

Then it's round two in the showers.

Yuuji loves their weekends the most.

A/N: and that's it for this thread

I wanted nanaita to be THAT couple

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