“my love,” nanami calls, stepping into the living room with wrinkled pjs and damp hair. you’re laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through one of your various shopping apps— spring sales have you adding everything to your cart.
“yes?” you reply, craning your neck to meet his gaze. he lifts your legs, sitting where they were resting before lowering them back down, in his lap. he smells like water and clean laundry— it’s familiar and comforting.
warm hands rest on your calves, you put your phone down to give him your full attention.
“you have my debit card on your phone and wallet,” he starts, “you know that, right?”
you nod slowly, giving him a confused look. “i know.”
“you haven’t used it at all. i just checked my statement.” he says, “didn’t i tell you to buy whatever you want?”
“you did,” you smile, almost laughing at the situation. “and i’m grateful, always, that you offer to pay for my things, but i have my own money too, ken— also! i did use it, actually.”
he rolls his eyes, not malicious, of course. “yeah, for boba. twice. do you know how many shopping bags you’ve hauled into this house the past month?”
he’s being sarcastic and you laugh. this has always been something you guys quarrel about, kento giving you all his money and assets, immediately throwing his card whenever you mention something you like. “why do you want me to spend your money so bad?”
kento pouts, just slightly, it’s barely even noticeable.
“i’m grateful, baby,” you say, “but you already pay for so much— this house, my car insurance, the bills and date nights… i’m already spending quite a lot, no?”
“you can spend more,” he pouts, “what i pay for already is nothing— i want to buy you more, for you to have everything you want.”
“i already have everything i want,” you tease, “he’s actually sitting in front of me, kindly massaging my calves.”
he narrows his gaze, a smile twitching onto his lips.
“we’re going to the mall this weekend— the far one,” he decides, “we haven’t been to the mall together for a while, love. i wonder why is that?”
you hum, avoiding his gaze, “maybe because the last time we went, you secretly took my wallet out of my purse and hid it in your underwear drawer so you could pay for everything?”
he laughs, recalling the moment. “i am absolutely doing that again— also, i saw that app you were scrolling on, let me see what you have, i’ll get it for you.”
notes from mei! i do have a shopping addiction actually (im dirt poor rn and in shopping withdrawal) but i see my future (this fic) and its so so bright
