(College AU, fuckers.)
Wind from the open window next to Nanami blew softly over his hands, which were typing diligently on the laptop in front of him. It was a bit cold, contrasting the sun that shone warmly on the side of his body. It felt nice, he just shivered here and there.
The blonde was cramming the outline for his essay, since he decided to procrastinate until last minute. Outlines have always been stupid anyway, they should just let one write it how one wants. But since that's not an option, he sat himself down at the one empty table in the library, and tried to block out the thoughts entering his mind.
Yeah right, like that's even possible.
Moving his hands away from the keyboard, Nanami looks out the window to gaze at the bustle of people making their way to all sorts of places. His school and its library are luckily in a safe area, so he can go out like this alone. That just means that he has no one to complain about the noise to. Seriously, this is meant to be a quiet place, isn't it?
He turns his head to the other side to gauge the types of students filling the tables. They all looked to be like him, stressed and filled with annoyance, but there were two tables filled to the brink with students who acted as if they needed to shout over eachother constantly.
It's fine if they wanted to do that, but at least leave first. He doesn't want to hear about the time one of them "fucked a dude in the back of a mini cooper for a bag of doritos", but apparently they find pride in addressing that loudly.
Sighing, he turns back to his screen, rubbing his temple with his pointer finger and shivering when another gust of wind comes through. At least the people outside are quiet, just the sound of footsteps ringing through the air.
Right before he begins typing again, a voice shouts from outside the window.
"Nanami? Is that you?"
He looks out the window and downward to see you standing there, a hand shielding the light from your eyes.
"How did you even see me?" He asks bewildered.
"You were sitting all illuminated by the light, of course I'm going to see that. Are there any seats next to you?"
"Yes, this is the only open table however."
"Cool, I'm coming in." You bid him a wave, turning and walking toward the enterance of the library.
He turns his attention back to his computer, realizing that it's probably a lost cause to be able to focus now. It's not like he disliked you, but you can't focus for shit. He wouldn't take you as the studying type.
He watches you with tired eyes as you approach his table, sitting across from him and putting your bag on the table.
"Whatcha working on?" You ask, setting your chin in your palm.
He takes a second to reply, just staring at your face with a slightly shocked expression.
"What...?" You say slowly, flattening your hand on your cheek. "Do I look like shit or something?"
Nanami blinks, looking to the side. "No it's not that, I apologize. I'm working on an essay outline."
"Sheesh, I hate those. Once I ate a bar of soap to make myself sick as an excuse to not write it."
"How would that work?"
"It didn't." You sigh, turning to the tables of rambunctious students and making a sour look.
He continues to look at you, and gets caught up in staring once again. He stalled last time because he's never seen you in the light like this. Usually he just sees you in the drab classroom, but this was something completely different. You looked as if you were shining, the rays dancing happily on your skin. It wasn't like him to admire people like this, but he doesn't ignore beauty when it slaps him in the face.
"Nanami, are you sure you're okay?" You say, peeking up at him through your eyelashes.
"Mhm, just not able to focus."
"Eh? You seem like the type of person who's always able to focus."
He chuckles at that, looking over at the rowdy tables again. "Those people are making it hard to concentrate. Apparently they have no respect. It's childish."
Frowning, you say, "Want me to yell at them? I could probably freak em out."
"No. I also know that you wouldn't do that." He says plainly. "Let's just try and ignore it."
"You just said that you can't?"
"Y/N, as much as I admire your determination, don't put yourself in an uncomfortable situation."
You whine deeply, folding your arms in front of you and resting your chin on them. "Just wanted to help you out."
He presses his lips in a firm line, reaching out and putting his hand on your arm. "It's fine. Thank you for entertaining the thought."
You grab his fingers, pulling his hand up and comparing the length to yours. "Lord, why are your hands so big?"
"I've never really thought about it?"
When you wrap your fingers around his, he can't help but feel a jolt go through him, causing his fingers to tighten around yours.
"Weird, your hands are super warm but you have goosebumps." You say, observing his palm up to his elbow.
"I've noticed that my skin stays warm to the touch even when I'm cold. In most situations at least."
"Hm. So you're cold then?"
"A bit." Nanami looks at your clasped hands, a little shocked with how bold you were being. It's not like he had any complaints.
You raise an eyebrow, quirking your head to the side. "Close the window then."
"Instead of that, just keep holding my hand. If you want to."
The look on your face is highlighted by the sun, causing your flustered state to be shoved into the spotlight. What can he say, you both can be forward when you want to be.
"Yeah." You comply, holding his hand tighter. "Except now you can only type with one hand."
"It's not like I'll be able to focus anyway, those students are still here."
"You're right. When's your outline due?"
"Two days from now," He looks at his watch. "I think it's getting too late for me to accomplish much today though."
"Lets do to dinner then, I know a good place by here."
"Do they have sandwiches?"
You roll your eyes. "Yes they do, weirdo."
He frowns at the name, pulling his hand out of yours so he can pack his bag. His hand felt colder then it was before now that it's empty, the cool air fitting itself into the little craters on his palms. It was way less pleasant then having your palm sitting against his.
As you walk to the door together, Nanami turns to the group of students who are still yelling like there's no tomorrow.
"Hey." He says loudly, causing the table to go quiet and look at him. Nanami puts his hands in his pockets, leaning his head back a bit. "Why are you guys acting like you're the only ones here? Learn to shut your damn mouths."
He doesn't wait for a response, turning around and grabbing your hand to pull you out of the building. It might've just been an excuse to grab your hand.
"I wasn't expecting you to say anything." You say laughing, bending slightly at the waist as you walk.
Picking up his pace slightly, he looks at you curiously. "They were annoying."
"Pft- I mean yeah. You just don't seem the type."
"We were both annoyed by them, right?"
You nod, swinging your clasped hands inbetween you.
"So let's just say I did it for you then. Nothing to analyze."
"Okay. Whatever butters your biscuit."
He groans at your analogy, trying to focus his gaze forward instead of resting it on your happy expression. It's not like it was easy, it almost seemed to resemble the light of the sun that shone down on you earlier.
Nanami doesn't actively find himself attracted to the light, but apparently he does if someone beautiful is lying within it. He wants to see you in the light more often, without the burden of school work and annoying teenagers.
Maybe that's a dream for another life, but he'll try his best to make it work now. Make it work, and preserve your sunlight whenever he can.
(I'll stop connecting all of Nanami's chapters to his 'character's purpose' when I die.)
(Also, I want to do more headcanon chapters becuase people like them, but I don't really know what to do.)