’Malaysia. That sounds good’

Nanami always dreamt about going to the tropical beaches of Malaysia, the feeling of soft sand on his feet instead of hard concrete, the smell of the ocean rather than the polluted city air, have space instead of being in the crowded subways. It was a simple dream but being a sorcerer always made it look unattainable, always dragging him back from the normal life he so much desired. Yet in the normal life he tried to mold himself into, it wasn’t enough being a simple salary man, listening to his boss like a broken record, having to bend the truth of the company’s policy’s to clueless customers.

Malaysia was so out of reach, until you came along.

Nanami didn’t expect a relationship to bloom when he met you, he always told himself he couldn’t not when he was a sorcerer and was a risk he wouldn’t come back from a mission alive, but he couldn’t resist. Your gentle, warm, selfless heart was too beautiful to resist. When he told you about his dream about Malaysia, he didn’t expect you to tell him to go for it, to him he was just telling you a far fetched dream. Yet you pushed him to go for it, to go to Malaysia, how he deserved peace after everything, after the black and grey salary life, after years of grief the jujutsu world brought, after the accident in Shibuya.

So here he laid on your lap, sat on a blanket under a palm tree that provided a shield with its leaves from the sun that shined on what was now your backyard of your new home. His hand holding one of the countless books be had bought, finally able to read their pages, finally taking back the time that was stolen from his fingers. Your fingers gently ran through his hair, reading the words of the book so you could get lost in the world painted by the pages with him. Before pausing, setting the book down on his chest and looked at you reaching up and stroked your cheek, with a content smile and warmth in his eyes.