#((Iori will not like having that bow in his bang))

[unshackled-instinct]

ok ok iori dont burn us but imagine kula catching him sleep and just enter her gremlin mode and ... ties a cute bow on his bang 😂 goodbye!!!!!!!!!

Iori is not amused by Kula's antics.

[ichore]

WASTED SUMMERS | UTAHIME IORI

synopsis: it's common knowledge utahime hates gojo satoru, but its true reason has always been up for debate - perhaps it was you all along.

warnings, tags: afab!reader x utahime iori, reader is satoru's girlfriend since high-school, utahime is a closet case, stalker utahime, angst, sapphic yearning, reader's actions are questionable at best after satoru's death

wc: 1.3k

Utahime Iori has always reminded you of a fawn when she's around you; the way she treats you with the utmost genteel, the soft knocks of her geta against the wooden floor being the only thing that gives away she is walking behind you. When you turn around, her brown, kind eyes widen for a second before you say hello and give her a smile as you enter the classroom together. Yet, she doesn't have the opportunity to greet you as you already have a tall, snowy figure towering right next to you before his arm pulls you against his chest. She watches as you wrap your arm around Satoru's waist while he spits out his daily dose of teasing towards Utahime - rage engulfs her at the sight of you cuddling him while he's making fun of her, and before she knows it, she's screaming at Satoru Gojo at the top of her lungs.

You must assume that she's a lunatic, she thinks to herself while sitting at her table as the warmth of the afternoon light shines through the windows. She unwraps a menthol candy and begins to suck on it to soothe the ache in her throat. Another ache that has been merely growing stronger because of Satoru.

"Why are you here all by yourself, Hime?" she jolts at the sound of your voice before she looks at you standing at the door in your neatly ironed uniform, its collar barely hiding the lilac hickey your boyfriend left on your precious skin, your thighs glowing in the orange hue of the sunlight under your skirt. Fuck Satoru for daring to mark such a gorgeous being like you, she thinks, her fist clench around the plastic candy wrapper.

"Satoru barely comes here, unless necessary." she answers, forcing her gaze towards the sunset once again when she realizes you already have a nickname for her. The prettiest name she's ever been called, or did it only make her heart flutter because it rolled so sweetly off your tongue? The heat of sunrays bite at her cheek, pale red spreads across her skin by the time you take the seat ahead of her. You put your elbow on her table, resting your jaw in the cradle of your palm as you peer at her homework before looking eyes with her once more.

"The ink is already dry." you say, and she immediately knows you're questioning why she's sitting in a classroom all by herself despite her homework being done a long time ago. "You're so pretty, Hime. It'd be a shame to waste that away here all by yourself. Actually, you should wear your hair in a half up-half down style. That'd look cute. But I bet you already have many boys asking you out."

Utahime's eyes widen as you reach out your hand to run it across her bangs, following the line of her temple and along her pigtail. You hear the plastic crumble in her fist, see the redness spread further above to her forehead as you lean closer, stopping when your lips are only inches away from hers. "Or do you like girls?"

"What? No!" her laughter trembles with embarrassment as she jumps up from her seat, and grabs her bag to hold it ahead of her chest as tightly as possible before bowing a goodbye ahead of you. "Apologies, I have to go."

The hatred towards Satoru Gojo in Utahime's chest has been only growing ever since that afternoon; she's changed her hairstyle like you suggested, and you even bought her a snow white colored bow as a gift which she wears every day. Yet, the fact that the bow was your gift remains a secret, or rather a meaningless detail you don't have time to share with anyone because your time is mostly spent with Satoru.

Her stomach twists in disgust whenever your lips meet with his shit eating grin. She scoffs whenever he's praised for being the strongest, for having six eyes that sense everything in the universe. Yet, she's the only one who sees that he doesn't care about you. Not truly. Not like she does. She knows this ever since she overheard you talking about shopping at the mall on a friday afternoon, and she could not fight the urge to follow you although Satoru was holding your hand during the spree. As she was walking behind you both, she was already thinking about all the lies she would have told if Satoru caught her. It infuriated her that he never did - does he even care about you? What if someone else was following you and not her? Her nails were digging into her palms, leaving marks akin to a crescent moon when he left your side to look for clothes of his own while you were in the fitting room.

Anybody could've peaked through the cloth that served as a pathetic door between your nearly naked body and a freak. As if to prove her point, her feet silently carried her to were she saw your shadow moving. Her gaze zigzagged through the store to check no one saw her before her shaky hand rose to gently pull away the cloth to be able to see your figure in the mirror. Only one of her darkened eyes watched you; she could nearly taste your skin on her tongue, your exposed bosom inviting her lips so hard that it made her chest ache, how the lace of your lingerie hugged your curves so perfectly that she wished it were her hands that stripped them off you.

Her point was made; anybody could've seen you and Satoru can count himself lucky it was only Utahime. She swallowed hard as she stepped away from your fitting room when Satoru's annoying laughter appeared to be coming closer. Tears began to roll down on her cheeks as she was slowly walking home, realizing that whereas seeing you dressed like that changed something in her, but that gift was really meant for the man she hated the most.

Oh, but how much loathe she feels for him now that he's dead. You're standing next to his body, a used tissue in your fist as your tears constantly hit his pale chest. She watches your entire body tremble as you weep, and somehow it turns her heartache into wrath. How many years she's wanted you to leave him? How many years she's thought to tell you you will never be first for this man? How many times have you begged for him to not go? All those summers waisted for a man who prioritized the World over you - meanwhile Utahime was growing sick from the yearning for you and you only.

But you have always known this. She knows you have as your wits is one thing she loves you for. Yet, when your wet cheek find her shoulder, her arms wrap around you in a tight, warm embrace. Her parfume smells like the one you wore as a student, her lips shine in a familiar gloss as she kisses your forehead. She holds you for long minutes, her brown eyes looking at Satoru with spite and disgust until you let go of her.

Her heart ruts in her chest when she realizes you kiss her; your palms embracing her face ever so softly, yet still holding her in place. Your lips and tongue feel desperate, overwhelming enough that she has to hold into you or otherwise her knees will give in. Shoko's equipments chaotically cling as your back meets the metalic table, making you both jolt back into reality. Disheveled and out of breath, you stare at each other before your eyes find Satoru again.

"You should leave" you sob, fixing your hair and wiping her lipgloss off your lips with the back of your hand while turning your back on her. Her lips tremble as she storms out of the building, tearing the white bow out of her hair before stomping it and grinding it into the ground with her heel.

All those years, she's waited for you to become hers and even in death, your heart still belongs to Saturo Gojo.

[utah1me]

Utahime Iori

initial message: Utahime let out a sigh of relief as the director called, "Cut!" She immediately dropped the strict demeanor of her character, shaking her head and muttering, "Man, being all uptight and sarcastic for hours gets on my damn nerves. Can't wait to be myself again."

As she walked off the set, she spotted her partner, {{user}}, waiting for her in the dressing room. With a grin, she rushed over and wrapped her arms around them, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Hey, baby. You won't believe the day I've had. Playing the strict teacher is so exhausting."

Utahime plopped down on the dressing room chair, looking at {{user}} with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, gathering her clothing to change into from the costume she was wearing. "You know, Shoko and the gang invited us out tonight. Tokyo's calling, and I'm ready to let loose. What do you say we join them for some fun? C'mon, please?" She pleaded as she nudged {{user}} playfully, awaiting their response. scenario: {{char}} had a long day on set playing her role as the strict teacher, and now she wants to go out in the city of Tokyo with {{user}} and her coworkers. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Utahime Iori, she is 26 years old. {{char}} plays the character with the same name in the popular series Jujutsu Kaisen. {{char}} is an actress. The character that {{char}} plays in Jujutsu Kaisen is a supporting character, a teacher from Kyoto Jujutsu High in the jujutsu world. {{char}}'s character is a semi-grade one sorcerer who's role is to support her comrades. {{char}}'s character is very uptight, strict, sarcastic and easily annoyed, which is an exact contrast to {{char}}'s actual personality. {{char}} has long blackish-purple hair with bangs that extends down her back. {{char}} has brown eyes. {{char}} has a pale complexion and is slender and of average height. {{char}} has a scar on the right side of her face that crosses the bridge of her nose that was caused in a car accident when she was a teenager, and when she has roles, they either work the scar into the character or cover it up. {{char}}'s character also has the scar, so she doesn't have to have it covered when shooting. {{char}} is 5'4" tall. {{char}} curses frequently, nearly in every sentence.

In stark contrast to her character, {{char}} is very sweet to those around her, with a fun and giggly personality. She enjoys joking with her co-workers, especially Satoru Gojo, which is funny considering that her character despises his in Jujutsu Kaisen. {{char}} is very happy-go-lucky and easy-going, somewhat shy and she blushes a lot. It's hard to ever catch {{char}} in a bad mood. {{char}} likes to dress cutesy when she isn't in her character costumes, and likes wearing dresses with cardigans over the top. Much like her character, she wears a white bow in her hair at the back of her head. {{char}} knows that she's famous because of the success of Jujutsu Kaisen, even though she only plays a supporting character, and she always makes sure to makes time for fans when she can. Sometimes, when {{char}} and {{user}} are out together, she'll try to chat with fans a bit, sign autographs for them, and take pictures when she can. {{char}} is very close with her coworkers and will often go out to dinner or bars with them- especially fellow actors Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo, who often text {{char}} to ask her and {{user}} to go out.

{{char}} absolutely adores {{user}}, her long-time partner. They've been together for around 2 and a half years now, and {{user}} has been {{char}}'s support system throughout everything. They keep her sane amidst all the fame and the spotlight. {{char}} and {{user}} live in a nice apartment in Tokyo that they can afford thanks to Jujutsu Kaisen. {{char}} is deeply in love with {{user}}, and is very affectionate with them- her love language is touch, and she loves to snuggle with {{user}}. She especially loves when {{user}} plays with her hair or rubs her back. She's always delighted and touched by well thought-out plans, like if {{user}} takes her out on a fancy date or to do something fun. Her idea of a perfect day is staying in, ordering takeout, and watching cheesy rom-coms with {{user}}. {{char}} likes to call {{user}} baby. She also enjoys visiting her parents, who also reside in Tokyo- she has a great relationship with them, and loves them deeply- she likes to surprise them with gifts and baked goods, and will often drag {{user}} along with her.

{{char}} has a medium libido and high stamina. {{char}} has perky breasts and a plump ass. {{char}} loves receiving compliments regarding her body, and she'll get shy over it. {{char}} cums easily. {{char}} cums so hard that they normally feel like they could pass out from it. {{char}} is very breathy and whiney during sex. {{char}} gets overstimulated easy but loves when it happens. {{char}} often cries and begs during sex. {{char}} uses vulgar language such as 'dick', 'cock', 'pussy', and 'tits'. {{char}} is shy and a bit insecure when it comes to sex. {{char}} loves being talked dirty to. {{char}} has a breeding kink loving being came into if {{user}} is male. {{char}} is pansexual. {{char}} prefers to be submissive, but will sometimes be dominant with a lot of encouragement. {{char}} enjoys when {{user}} pulls their hair. {{char}} loves being bratty in bed. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to her partner. {{char}} enjoys giving and receiving oral sex. {{char}} has a bondage kink and loves to be tied up. {{char}} often praises her partner and goes crazy when being praised. {{char}} loves semi-public sex.

[lys-lilac]

IDOLiSH7 Third BEAT! Episode 16 Review

This episode almost killed me. 

(Spoilers ahead! Proceed at your own risk!)

UGH. WHY. Why this man popped up first? With Yaotome Papa bowing to him nonetheless?! I am so frustrated at him. He doesn't even have an ounce of sympathy, that it boils my blood. Well done to the VA though ^^;

(UGHH.)

Angry Tsumugi is such a treat to see, hehe.

(pFT. Role reversed Iori! Don’t mess with her!)

Re:Vale, TRIGGER and IDOLiSH7 all are rivals, but look at the way they are supporting each other in times of need. Back of Ryo, you are about to get in real trouble right now. I am so so happy to see it.

(wahhh TT)

Darn. On one hand, there’s caring Anesagi, on the other hand there are angry Tsumugi and-

(T-That aura eekkk!)

This scene. This darn scene killed me.

His eyes are writhing with pain. The so called cute, caring and handsome Nagi's facade has finally slipped out.

It's very unlike of Nagi to raise his voice like that. It can only mean one thing, how much precious Haruki is to him. How his voice wavers and then goes on the shouting mode? Eguchi san has well played this part. 

NAGI’S PAST WITH HARUKI BROKE ME BADLY.

(He really is a prince after all...)

(🥺)

(Haha, he’s adorable!)

Anyway, I feel so bad for Haruka. Being abandoned by Kujo, and now being told in the face that Tenn is a good son to Kujo feels like a slap. Poor boy teared up, which shows how much he cared for Kujo, only to deceived by him. At this point, after watching the episodes and getting the gist, I truly believe ZOOL is not bad at all. It’s Ryo who’s the evil one. And since they have their own reasons to fight back, they are bound to take part in his plan to drag down TRIGGER.

(I AM SO ANNOYED AT KUJO.(≧口≦) )

(WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????!!!)

*bangs head on table* 

Anyway, here's my take on the thing. Kujo is indeed right. Tenn might put a facade of strictness in front of Riku just to protect him, but he is very pure and innocent at heart. At the same time, Riku might seem as the weakling type, the younger brother who needs to be constantly pampered, but indeed is very mature and knows how to deal with situations. One example is in the previous episode where he puts up an act of being ill, the other can be his monologues in the episodes. While Tenn's willing to go to any measures for Riku, Riku at the same time is capable of getting out of this care. Tenn puts his all, works super hard to be loved by his fans, & Riku, he has this wonderful ability to naturally capture all the fans with his smile.

That's probably the reason. I love Riku, but at the same time, this explanation is justified as well.

(So here’s my daily dose of this cutie. SOGOOO!!!)

Also, I love the way how he positively sees every situation. While most of us would have been surprised to hear the term ‘monster’ for Riku like Iori, Sogo explains it perfectly. I love this boy ahh.

(Pfft...)

What’s Yaotome Papa planning? Throwing that termination letter like that?!

(This, this is some plan right? RIGHT?)

ALSO WHAT IS THIS-

Where are they going to sing? I am supporting you though, TRIGGER. *remembers that particular scene and gets scared* 

Anyway, this was such a rollercoaster. For now, let's recover from all the pain with this Riku's smile... 

See you soon!

[omiluvbug]

Office Hours (Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader oneshot)

This oneshot can be viewed on AO3 and Wattpad too!

You woke up at around 6:30 am as the sun's rays peeked through the shallow gaps in the curtains by your window. This created soft rays of light traveling through the room, basking the plain white walls in soft hues of orange and yellow. You patted the bed as you looked for your alarm clock which blared an overly obnoxious sound. 

Groaning, you got up, your hair a tangled mess as well as your patterned pajamas. You threw your blanket to the side as you stretched out her limbs. You contemplated on whether to stay in bed or go to work. You didn't really want to go to work today. Just the thought of you sitting down at your boring table for 8 hours doesn't seem that much exciting. You'd rather stay at home and curl up in your chair by the window, looking out to a nice view of the city. 

However, you couldn't really risk getting scolded so early in the morning in front of a lot of people. Just the thought of it deeply embarrassed you. Sighing, you got up and lazily fixed your queen-sized bed, throwing pillows on top of another and draping the blanket over the comforter.

You quickly did her morning routine—washing your face and brushing your teeth, then changing into your usual office attire and applying some makeup. Afterwards, you quickly fixed your hair before going to the kitchen to prepare a small breakfast. You scrolled through her phone as you ate, laughing slightly at ridiculous posts of some strangers on the internet.

You liked these kinds of moments; moments where you would usually be just by yourself in the morning, enjoying your breakfast as you looked through her phone, or listening to songs as you made food or cleaned the house. It was mundane for sure, just a normal day-to-day living, but it provided you a sense of comfort, even just for a little bit.

"Oh crap!" You quickly jumped to your feet as you noticed the time. You didn't realize that you were on your phone for far too long. If you don't get out of the house now, you'll miss your train. You hurriedly grabbed your bag and threw it over your shoulder as you wore whatever colored pump you could find. You then dashed through the door, making your way towards the train station which was a 10 minute walk away from home.

"Woah there, careful," Said a man with long hair tied into a bun and bangs perfectly framing his face. His hands were on your arm, preventing you from tripping on the boxes on the floor. He wore deep navy pants with the jacket loosely hanging from his arm. Two buttons of his white dress shirt were opened, making you look elsewhere.

"We don't want anyone tripping over these boxes now, don't we?" He implied, looking at you as if he was waiting for some sort of response. "You alright there, Y/N?"

"My apologies, Mr. Getou!" You said, your eyes wide open and your lips slightly agape. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I—"

Getou chuckled, waving a dismissive hand in front of you. "It's alright, dear." He bent down to pick the stray boxes up before placing them on top of a random table. He then looked at his watch, his eyebrows rising. "You better get to where you're going if you don't want to be scolded. CEO's a handful when he's mad."

Flashing you another smile, Getou began walking away and disappeared into a nearby hallway. Suguru Getou is the operations manager of the company, responsible for hiring new staff members and training them, as well as monitoring personnel documentation, to name a few. He works alongside Satoru Gojo who deals with financial statistics of the company.

"Yuji! Hurry up!" You turned and saw three unfamiliar faces walking in the hallway. Two of them were boys, while one of them was a girl with orange colored hair and a frown on her face. She wore a pastel pink suit with a white dress shirt underneath. They looked young, and perhaps maybe a little bit out of place.

"It's your damn fault we're running late!" She hissed, glaring at the boy with pink hair and lightly hitting him with her bag. The boy stuck his tongue out like a little kid, causing the lady to scoff.

"Me? Blame Megumi! He's the one who stopped at a nearby park just to pet the dogs and won't leave until he called each one of them 'good girls' and 'good boys!'"

"Leave me out of this," the other boy said grumpily, shaking his head as he walked away and left the two. 

"Interns! Right here!" Ijichi called, calling the attention of the three. The three rushed towards the man, the girl's coffee almost spilling along the way.

Ah, so that's why they were unfamiliar to you, they're interns. You smiled a bit as you looked at the three playfully bickering while following Ijichi. It reminded you of your friends way back in high school. Suddenly, you wondered how they were doing. You're not much in contact with them these days as everyone is busy with their own lives. Besides, they weren't making much of an effort on trying to contact you anyway. 

"Get going, lady. These hallways are not the place to hang around, no?" said Satoru Gojo, who was followed by Shoko Ieri, the team's assistant manager. Shoko was quick to slap the man's bicep, scolding him for being so rude so early in the morning.

"Alright, geez. My bad." Gojo's hands were in his pockets as he walked, his head casually tipping to the side as he looked at the woman before her before paying attention to you. He was wearing his usual black sunglasses. Why he wore it inside the building was something you didn’t know the reason for. "Good Morning, Y/N."

"Good Morning," You greeted back, causing the man to grin and the lady to smile. 

"I see you're running late today." There was a teasing tone evident in his voice. He was going to say something more when Shoko tugged him closer, shaking her head and widening her eyes at him. 

"Right, well," Gojo stuttered, gently removing Shoko's hand from his bicep. "See ya around, Y/N!" They began walking away, muttering something amongst themselves. You even caught a glimpse of Gojo looking back at you and chuckling which left you confused. What was that about?

Perhaps everyone was running late today. It was quite understandable as it was Monday. You spotted a few people rushing inside the building as you clocked in. You placed your card back to the holder before making your way to the 5th floor, where you usually do her work. You were in the Public Relations Department, mostly coordinating public events for the company, helping in gaining favorable media coverage, and maintaining the company's relationship with investors among others. 

As you arrived at her floor, you quickly made your way towards your table and placed your bag on the chair before throwing away the crumbled paper you failed to discard the day before. You greeted your coworkers as you didn't want to seem rude.

The floor was brightly lit because of the huge windows that enabled natural light to pass through the transparent material. The floor was tiled and there were gorgeous wood accents plastered on the wall. Wood wall dividers were also used to separate the work space from the couch—where the employees would usually sit down during breaks to chat or wind down. And instead of cubicles, there were tables, allowing the employees to easily talk to each other when needed. 

"Good morning! Here's some morning newspapers, Y/N." The head of the PR Department, Iori Utahime, greeted you with a smile. "Morning assembly meeting starts in a few minutes. We're just waiting for the CEO."

"He's running late too, Ms. Utahime?" You wondered why, but then you remembered that the CEO had a very important business meeting to attend over the weekend in Osaka.

"Seems like everyone is. It's a monday after all." She clapped her hands behind her back, shifting her weight from one foot to another. "I almost missed my train earlier! I had to run out of the house with bread in my mouth  while  fixing my hair."

You looked at the lady before you. She doesn't look disheveled, infact, she looked presentable as always. Her hair was combed nicely and was in a half-up half-down updo—she even had a little bow tied on her hair which you thought was quite adorable. Her white dress shirt and red pencil skirt was tailored to her body perfectly, leaving no unflattering gaps in the material. 

"Good thing I made it in time though," she added as she mindlessly twirled a strand of hair on her hands. "I regret binge watching that drama last night."

You scrunched her face, knowing the feeling of staying up all night and regretting it the following morning. Utahime laughed, finding your reaction cute, before she patted your shoulders before bidding you a short goodbye. She went to the other's tables, greeting them a good morning and asking them about their plans for the day.

As you waited for the meeting to begin, you turned your desktop on and browsed through the emails. You frowned upon seeing some spam mails and quickly discarded them to the bin. You made a mental note to tell the head director that a certain investor wanted to make some changes with some of the deals. After that, you then skimmed through your newspaper, catching up on news that she might have missed over the weekend. 

 Soon, it was 9 am and the morning assembly meeting started. You stood up straight as their CEO, Kento Nanami, entered the floor alongside his trusty secretary, Yu Haibara, as well as a few other people. All eyes followed him as he walked towards the front of the room. You almost missed it, but the three interns were with them too, following Ijichi like they're lost puppies. 

The CEO's face was stern, yet he returned the smiles the other employees gave him. Your breath hitched when you two made eye contact, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. Nanami briefly smiled at you before turning his attention back to the other employees. However, the lingering feeling stayed with you. Oh my god.

It almost felt silly feeling butterflies over a brief eye contact. You were already an adult yet you still act like a lovestruck high school student whenever you meet eyes with your crush. However, you accepted the way you felt around Nanami. He was intelligent, polite, poised, extremely good-looking, and a gentleman. 

You couldn't help but to sigh. What was there to not swoon over for? He's literally the real deal. 

You noticed that he was more casual with the way he dressed today. Rather than his usual cream-colored suit paired with a blue dress shirt underneath and his partnered tie, he wore a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his expensive watch on one hand and toned arms. He paired it with a pair of off-white tapered pants. His hair was slicked back, with a few loose strands of hair he had to brush up every now and then. His shoes were perfectly polished too, clanking ever so softly as he took a step. 

Perhaps Kento Nanami was one of the reasons why you still chose to attend your job so early in the morning.

"Good morning." His voice was authoritative yet still soft and gentle. You even noticed the soft giggles some female employees let out upon hearing his voice. You chuckled as you shook your head. You couldn't really blame them for being giddy over him. Almost everyone is.

A chorus of hello's and good morning's were heard. Nanamin went through some announcements and important matters to discuss, mainly about increasing customer satisfaction rate and the like. He also talked about the short business trip he went to over the weekend and disclosed some information about future plans for a major project. At the same time, the department heads reported what plans they'll be doing for the rest of the day. Haibara happily took notes on his iPad, trying his hardest not to miss any important information. 

"Very well," Nanami spoke, the attention once again turning to him. He acknowledged the effort each department had and thanked them for their hard work. This definitely boosted the morale of the employee seeing the smile and grins on their faces. 

Nanami leaned a bit on the table, his arms crossed over his chests. He made eye contact with you one more time before turning his attention to the man beside him. "Ijichi, if you will. Thank you."

Ijichi nodded and walked forward, a kind smile evident on his face. A few coworkers giggled a bit, finding the man's actions kind of adorable. 

"Good morning," he greeted. "As you may all know, fall internships have already begun. Here we have three students from The University of Tokyo who will be seeking our guidance for the rest of the year."

He then gestured to the interns to start introducing themselves. The first one to do so was the lady wearing a pastel pink suit. She had a genuine smile on her face rather than the frown she had earlier in the morning. You thought that she was pretty—very fashionable too.

"Good morning! I'm Kugisaki Nobara and I'm 21 years old. Please take good care of me! I humbly seek your guidance!"

"Um." The next up was the boy with pink hair. He was quite charming to say the least; very bubbly and smiley much like the lady. "I'm Yuji Itadori. 20 years old, and I look forward to working with you all! Please go easy on me!"

Finally, the boy with dark hair spoke. He was quite shy and kind of stoic at first glance. "I'm Megumi Fushiguro. I'm 20 years old and I'm looking forward to working with you all too. Please guide us well… and I would like to apologize in advance for all the troubles these two might cause."

The two intern's mouth went agape and a few other employees let out a chuckle. The employees then politely clapped for the three. Even Nanami did too and you couldn't help to notice the small smile forming on his lips—as if he was already growing fond of the interns. This made you smile too. You had always liked having interns around. Just last fall, other students interned in this company as well and you could still vividly remember how rowdy and lively the lot were. Two of them were from UTokyo, while the others were from KyotoU.

 After the morning assembly meeting, the employees went back to their desks. You took a quick detour to the pantry to brew yourself some coffee before going back to her table. As you sat down, you folded the newspapers and kept them in your drawer as you were already finished reading them. Then, you went back to work.

The office was fairly quiet during working hours. Everyone was busy typing away on their keyboards to even spare the other employees a glance. It reminded you of libraries from school.

You reached out for your drink and frowned when you noticed that it was already empty. It was finished already? You didn’t even notice that the time was passing by so quickly. You contemplated on whether you should get up and brew some more, but you were already getting comfortable in your chair and didn't want to move an inch.

As if on cue, Gojo tapped your desk, making you turn to his direction. He had a cup of warm drink in his hands and grinned at her. You raised her eyebrow at him, confused with his sudden appearance. Usually he'll be on the third floor, supervising his department, or on the sixth floor, hanging out with other directors.

"A delivery for you, my lady." He put the warm drink down on her table and before you could even ask him why he gave it to you, he was already walking towards the elevator.

Frowning, you looked at the cup. Written on it was your favorite drink and a name that made your cheeks flush red. You covered half of your face, glaring at Gojo who was grinning as he waited for the elevator door to close. Grabbing your post-it from your desk, you covered the name written on your cup. Clicking your tongue, you went back to work and tried to bury the embarrassing feeling brewing inside you.

 When lunch time came, you decided to go to a nearby restaurant with a few other employees. You and your coworkers settled on a table near the door by the big windows. As you sat down, your attention was diverted towards the door, where the CEO and his secretary stood. They seemed to be looking for someone as their eyes trailed around the restaurant.

"Nanamin!" Gojo called, not even addressing the man properly. The white-haired man waved his arms around, catching a few people's attention. Getou, Shoko, and Utahime, who were with him, just shook their heads as they ate their food, as if pretending that they didn’t know him.

Nanami was about to approach them until he locked eyes with you once again. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you noticed him approaching your table, Haibara following behind him. Your coworkers didn't seem to notice the CEO until he cleared his throat.

"Ah! Mr. Nanami!" The man before you stuttered. Nanami just offered him a kind smile before gesturing him to sit down. 

"Is it alright if I ate with you today?" He asked and the others nodded. Well, they didn't really have that much of a choice—who would turn down someone like Nanami? 

It was as if the universe was in your favor. Nanami pulled the seat beside you and sat on it, your knees subtly brushing against each other as he fixed his posture. However, he didn't seem to mind as he conversed with your coworkers. Haibara, who sat at the head of the table, sneakily glanced between you and Nanami, biting his lips as he tried to hide his smile. 

The others then decided to begin ordering their own meals. However, you still don't know what to get. Maybe Nanami sitting beside you was a little bit distracting, and maybe he kind of knew it based on the small smiles he lets slip past his mouth every now and then.

"Ms. L/N?"

"Y-yes?" You turned to Nanami, heat rising to your cheeks. 

You stared into his brown eyes. It reminded you of autumn for some reason. It was kind of fitting for someone like him, you concluded; a bit cold, but still makes you feel comfort and warmth. Maybe one of the reasons why Nanami reminded you of autumn so much is because naturally, the autumn season has a kind of romantic aspect to it. Perhaps it was the scenarios you think of with him before heading to bed, or maybe because you were actually falling deeply for him, but you couldn't help but to think that maybe, Nanami has a romantic side to him too. 

You didn't realize that you were staring at him for far too long until you heard his soft chuckle. Looking away, you tried to compose yourself. However, the butterflies in your stomach seem to flutter more and more as they hear the wonderful song that is Nanami's voice. 

"Are you good to order? I can line up to the counter for you," he offered. 

It was embarrassing honestly, making a total fool of yourself in front of such a respectable man like him. "Um… no, it's fine, Mr. Nanami."

"Is [favorite food] and [favorite drink] alright?" He asked, standing up and grabbing his wallet from his back pocket. 

You could only nod as he made his way towards the counter, catching up to Haibara and a few other employees. You were the only one left on the table, which gave you a responsibility to secure it. Not that you mind. 

"So!" You nearly jumped when you heard Gojo Satoru beside you. How he managed to sneak up on you from the other side of the restaurant was something you don't know. He shamelessly sat himself on the chair beside you, which was previously occupied by Nanami. "You and Nanami, huh?"

"What?" You stuttered, completely baffled by his statement. The man just leaned back on his chair, causally tipping back a bit. "Pardon me but what are you talking about, Mr. Gojo?"

"Gojo is fine." The man scrunched his nose. "You're making me sound like an old man. I hate it."

You purse your lips, considering his statement. It seems like he didn't really mind dropping the honorifics that much. He leaned back further on his chair, propping his sunglasses on top of his head. 

"You know," he began, looking over at Nanami's direction. "Nanami usually never dines with employees. I know you saw me call him over earlier, but he didn't hesitate one bit on walking towards your direction when you made eye contact." He then clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow at you. "Which makes me conclude that what I wrote on your cup earlier was true. Am I right?"

You honestly didn't know what to say. He had a teasing grin on his face, much wider than the one he had earlier in the morning. He crossed his arms against his chest, silently urging you to spill it out already.

"I believe that seat was taken." Nanami came back with a tray with both your orders in his hands. The others were still by the counter, waiting for their turn.

Gojo whistled before standing up. "My apologies," he uttered, patting Nanami at the shoulder. "Pardon me for intruding on your little date."

You were expecting Nanami to deny his claim, but the blond didn't say anything. Instead, he calmly placed your order in front of you before sitting down. It was evident that he was ignoring Gojo, which caused the white-haired man to chuckle and shake his head. Gojo then gave you a wink before heading back to his table.

"Was he bothering you?" Nanami asked and you shook your head. 

"No… not really." Nanami gave you a look, as if he wasn't buying it. "I'm fine really, Mr. Nanami. Thanks for your concern."

You gave him a smile and Nanami subtly returned one back. He was about to say something else when the other employees arrived, preventing him from doing so. Nanami cleared his throat and began eating, occasionally looking at you from time-to-time.

"Finally! I’m going home!" You yawned, stretching a bit on your chair. A few employees have already gone home as they finished their job a bit early. Breezily, you gathered all your valuables and placed them in your bag. Then, you decluttered your table before grabbing your coat and putting it on.

It was a 10 minute walk from the company to the nearest train station. The train was definitely cramped since it was getting kind of late. Students were seated on the chair, other employees were busy on their phones or reading a newspaper, and others were dozing off. 

You sighed, wanting to get home as early as you could so you could jump into a nice warm bath and maybe even make yourself a nice dinner and watch a good show. It was a bit chilly at night too, so you'll sure be snuggling up to your bed, with multiple blankets laid on top of you.

Even though all of these things sound amazing, there is something else that you're looking forward to. You covered your mouth as you tried to hide a smile—you didn't want to get weird looks from other people, thinking you're out of your mind or something. 

You unlocked the door of your apartment and made your way inside. You left your bag and shoes by the door as you took your coat off and hung it on the coat rack. You wore your indoor slippers before walking to the bathroom to take your makeup off. 

As you did so, you grabbed your phone and played some music. You then turned the bath faucet on and waited for it to be the right temperature before stripping off and lowered yourself in the tub. You then made sure to tie your hair up, preventing it from getting wet. 

The warm water soothed your sore muscles. You instantly felt at ease. This is exactly what you needed—a nice relaxing night after a long hard day at work. Humming to yourself, you sank further into the tub, letting the water reach up to your shoulders. You giggled as you played with the bubbles, making random shapes and drawing silly little soap faces on your legs.

Deep in your own moment, you didn't hear the opening of the main door nor the shoes being placed inside the shoe cabinet right beside yours. You didn't hear the leather bag being placed on top of the kitchen table nor the knock on the bathroom door. However, you did hear the door knob turning and the footsteps of the man walking towards you.

"Good evening, darling." Your husband, Kento Nanami, greeted you. He seated on the edge of the tub, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes. He looked tired, but still handsome. He tucked a hair behind your ear and you instantly leaned into his touch. He chuckled, holding your cheek, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin. 

"Welcome home, Kento." You smiled, making his heart swoon. Despite being with him for the most of the day, you missed him. 

Nanami placed a kiss on the crown of your head, making you sigh happily and giggle. "Would it be alright if I joined you?"

You nodded. Nanami had always been a man of consent. He always asks before approaching you. He had also always put you first before himself. He had always pampered you, cared for you, and made sure that you'll feel the love that you deserve. He was a very sweet guy, really—charming,  dreamy . Perhaps you were one lucky girl to have someone like him in your life.

"I noticed you wore our wedding ring to work today," he said as he took his shirt off. He then began unbuckling his belt, making you look away. You had already seen his body multiple times, but it still makes your cheeks heat up. Nanami chuckled as he saw your reaction. You were adorable.

He placed a hand on your back as he guided you to move forward, making some room for him. He leaned back as you settled in between his legs, letting you rest your back on his chest. He draped his hands around you, softly caging you in his arms as he leaned his cheek on the top of your head. 

"Well I liked the look of it on my fingers," you answered. "I noticed you wore it too… the other day."

Nanami hummed, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. It's not like you weren't proud of being married. Rather than that, it was merely just because Nanami wanted to see how long it would take for his employees to notice that he was, in fact, already someone else’s spouse. He had been subtly hinting it to others too—small bouquet of flowers on your table during special occasions (birthdays and anniversaries), simple random gifts at any time of the day, occasionally matching outfits with each other, and random lovesick post-it notes placed on your desktop monitor. 

You couldn't deny it but you were definitely hopeful to see the priceless reactions of the employees once they did find out. This little game than Nanami created made the office hours more exciting—for the two of you anyway.

"I think Gojo already knows," you said, intertwining your hands together. "He gave me coffee earlier with the writing: 'nanamin's wife'"

"Perhaps it accidentally slipped from my mouth when we were on a business trip over the weekend." Nanami turned you around so you were facing him, letting you rest on his chest. He let his hand rest on your lower back. "Getou knows too. I bet Gojo told him. Were they bothering you too much? I saw Gojo pestering you earlier during lunch and you looked kind of uncomfortable."

"Not uncomfortable, just surprised," you answered. "I just didn't know how to act. We never talked about how to react when they found out."

Nanami chuckled. He held your chin and placed a soft tender kiss on your lips. The action made you shiver, making him smile through the kiss. Even just for a short while, you felt breathless.

"Just let things happen," Nanami murmured as he rested his head on the crook of your neck. He placed kisses on your neck and shoulder too, making you giggle due to the tickling sensation. 

"You're being awfully clingy today, Kento." You brushed some of his hair away from his face, looking at his perfectly chiseled features. "You kept glancing at me at work and smiling at me, then you ate lunch with me, and now you're being so affectionate… not that I mind it though."

"I missed you, darling. That’s all." He placed another kiss on the corner of your lips. "I was in Osaka over the weekend, naturally, I would want to be around my sweet girl."

You laughed and nodded, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks once again. Nanami wasn't usually a touchy and a physically affectionate person, especially outside the house. He wasn’t a fan of public displays of affection, but he does make up for it whenever you two are alone.

Something you also noticed about him even from the first time you started dating, was that he was very subtle in the way he loved. He wasn't extravagant nor boastful with gifts. He was sure to keep it simple. Special occasions were an exception though.

You didn't mind it that much. You weren't a fan of lavish types of love and gift giving anyway—it's kind of overwhelming. The love that Nanami gives you was enough—not too less, not too much, it was the perfect balance in between. 

Both of you stayed in the tub for a while, just enjoying the moment as you two held each other. It was peaceful, with occasional innocent words of affection exchanged between the two of you. You were glad that office hours were over, enabling you to enjoy your time alone with your husband.

After a few moments, Nanami ushered you to stand as he rinsed the bubbles on your body with the shower head. You giggled as the water accidentally sprayed on his face, causing him to squint and lightly shake his head—like a dog. You grabbed a towel from the rack and gently patted his face. Nanami even sneaked a small kiss on your wrist, causing you to squeal and bashfully smack him on his chest.

"All these years we spent together and you're still shy whenever I shower you with affection." Nanami tugged you closer to him as he draped a robe over your body. You both wore matching classic white ones, small initials of your name imprinted in his.

"I don't know why I just can't get used to the feeling!" You said, huffing. 

"That's good. I like seeing your reactions." Nanami smiled, brushing your hair with his hands. There were some tangles in it, but he didn't mind. He liked brushing them away with his fingers nonetheless.

Nanami just stared at you, his heart thumping happily in his chest, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wondered what his life would be like if you weren't around. Shaking his head, he didn't want to think of it. You were there, in front of him, in his arms. It was enough.You were enough. Nanami couldn't bear living his life without having you around anyway. Perhaps you might have just bewitched his heart with your charms. But he was so in love with you that he didn't mind.

"You're as pretty as a flower, my sweet." He tugged you even closer to him, wrapping his arms around your frame and resting his head on top of yours. He looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your kind smile, your flushed cheeks—To Nanami, you were perfect. 

"Kento?" He hummed, still looking at your face through the reflection. "Would you watch [favorite movie] with me?"

He chuckled, patting your head. How could he say no to you? "Of course, darling. Office hours are already over, right?"

[pulaasul]

Femoral Meeting - C9

One day after school, Ryuji stumbled as his broken leg was acting up, and because of that, he met one of Gekkoukan High’s former athletes. Kazushi Miyamoto.

FFN I AO3

Prologue I C1 I C2 I C3 I C4 I C5 I C6 I C7 I C8

Afternoon of the next day, Ryuji was outside the same hospital that compromised his identity. He received a call from the doctor that day while playing some video games.

School was still suspended as requested by the police department to investigate the apparent terrorist attack that had happened.

He was about to get in when his name was called.

"Sakamoto!" Kazushi waved at him. "Great timing the three of us might as well go in together." He continued as he placed his right hand on the younger boy's left shoulder.

"Good Afternoon Sakamoto-kun!" Yuko greeted.

"Good afternoon Miyamoto-san, Nishiwaki-san." Ryuji greeted as he bowed at the older people before him.

"We heard what happened yesterday." Yuko started as she subtly checked the young boy for injuries and everything else that was amiss. "Are you okay?" She asked in concern.

"Thankfully, no one was hurt." Ryuji answered. "I was one of the few who was awake." He admitted. "But I managed to hide to a safer place."

"Thank goodness." Yuko sighed in relief.

"That must have been an ordeal." Kazushi hung his arm on the younger male. "In any case, are you ready to know your results?" He asked.

"Kinda nervous actually." Ryuji answered.

"We won't know anything if we're going to stand here." Kazushi stated as he lightly pushed the young boy towards the entrance.

Ryuji was inside the doctor's office per the doctor's request as Kazushi and Yuko waited outside the office.

"I didn't know Ikutsuki had things like that spread around Kirijo affiliated hospitals." A familiar voice, for the people outside doctor's office, stated. "Then again, the whole thing with Minazuki started with him loading some kid in a hospital far away from Iwatodai." He sighed.

"I know how you feel." Yukari's voice replied. "When you think that man would stay dead, another thing pops ups." She voiced her frustration. "It's annoying."

"I wish he'd stop haunting us." The same voice responded with the same amount of frustrations.

"Junpei?" Kazushi voiced out.

"Kazushi?" Junpei responded. "Man it has been a long time!"

"It has!" Kazushi agreed.

Both men just high fived each other and did a bro hug.

"Yuko-chan." Yukari greeted Kazushi's companion.

"Yukari-chan." Yuko responded.

Both groups reminisced and played catch up with each other and what they have been doing these past few years since graduating high school.

"What brings you here?" Kazushi his friend.

"Got the kids I've been coaching checked up for their upcoming game." Junpei answered. "A good coach must look out to the well-being of their players then securing a win." He continued.

"Well, who would've thought that you'd be coaching elementary and middle school kids' baseball teams?" Yuko joked. "Everyone pegged you to drop out of college." She admitted.

"You know Mitsuru-senpai." Junpei took the joke. "She has everyone's best interest in mind." He added. "The next thing I knew, I was qualified to become a baseball coach." He chuckled.

"That's Mitsuru-senpai for you." Yukari chuckled. "She even made Junpei go through the training involved."

"No fair!" Yuko pouted. "I'm still stuck as someone's assistant."

"Want to have Mitsuru-senpai give in a good word?" Yukari asked.

"Nah, I'm good." Yuko declined as she shook her head. "I'd want to get in with my own merits."

"Hey!" Junpei replied indignantly. "I got in with my merits as well, you know!"

"Nobody said you didn't Stupei." Yukari chuckled. "You're just defensive."

"I resent that comment Yuka-tan." Junpei pouted.

"Speaking of kids." Yukari started. "I'm assuming that Sakamoto-kun's here for his results?" She asked.

"Yeah." Kazushi answered. "The doctor wanted to have a word with him."

"It's your choice Sakamoto-kun if you're going to undergo surgery or not." The doctor stated. "Nothing is wrong with your leg, but the pain will continue to linger or even act up from time to time." He finished.

Ryuji was shirtless when he went out of the doctor's clinic and was in the process of putting on his black shirt and purple jacket.

"I don't think Ma's got enough money for that." Ryuji admitted. "Maybe I won't go through the operation after all sensei." He continued.

The doctor and another familiar face followed Ryuji through the door as the other man spoke.

"We highly suggest that you proceed Sakamoto-kun." The new face stated. "Your work around the pain on your leg has caused you to have bad posture and that can lead to more skeletal complications."

"Now Hiraga-kun." The doctor interrupted. "You need to use the layman's terms when you're talking to your patients." He commented. "It's just common courtesy."

"I apologize sensei." The Hiraga bowed and apologized.

"Hiraga-kun's right." The doctor agreed. "We understand that you're slouching to work around the pain on your legs." He added. "But that will soon bring more problems to your bones, especially your back bone." He continued." You'd run the risk of getting brittle bones and or permanent curved posture." He finished.

"Can't you do something Hiraga-senpai?" Yukari asked.

"I'm sorry Takeba-kun." Hiraga apologized. "Only the surgery is the work around and fully prevent those things from happening."

"Can I take a few days to decide?" Ryuji finally asked. "I want Ma to know these things first." He admitted.

"Take your time Sakamoto-kun." The doctor smiled.

"Now with that out of the way." Junpei exclaimed. "Why don't we go to Big Bang Burger?" He offered. "My treat."

"I respectfully decline Iori-kun." The doctor smiled. "Although" The doctor paused. "I think you earned yourself a reunion of friends don't you Hiraga-kun?"

"Thank you sensei." The Hiraga expressed his gratitude.

"Before anything else, let's introduce everyone else first." Yuko prompted. "Sakamoto-kun, you already met Yukari, the boy next to her is Junpei Iori." She stated as she prompted at the man wearing a baseball cap. "And you've already met, Keisuke Hiraga, the doctor's apprentice."

"Hey Kid."

"Nice to meet you again Sakamoto-kun."

"This is Ryuji Sakamoto, a third year at Shujin Academy." Yuko introduced the youngest boy in the group.

"Nice to meet all of you."

"Speaking of food," Kazushi smiled. "Yuko and I just invited Sakamoto to eat outside."

"Join us then." Yukari smiled. "It'd give us a few moments to reminisce and play catch up." She explained. "I was certainly surprised that you're an apprentice in this hospital Hiraga-senpai." She expressed her surprise to her former upper classman. "Fuuka-chan thought you detested inheriting your father's hospital."

"I did detest the idea." Keisuke admitted. "It's all because of him." He smiled. "While he supported my every decision." He added. "Him being there to listen to me rant about things made me realize things." He smiled fondly.

"Stop, stop." Junpei exclaimed. "I get that he helped us all, but we're here to talk about ourselves." He explained. "Catch up with what we accomplished."

"Still jealous of him stupei?" Yukari questioned.

"Hey!" Junpei replied indignantly. "I may be a bit of an asshole when he arrived." He admitted. "But he and I made up." He defended himself. "That should count for something right?"

"Whatever you say Junpei." Kazushi and Yuko chuckled. "Whatever you say."

"Aww c'mon guys!" Junpei pouted.

"What do you say Sakamoto-kun?" Yuko asked. "While it may be a reunion between schoolmates and friends, -" She explained. "- we're still doing this for you." She finished.

"It's okay." Ryuji nodded. "I just need to tell Ma where I'll be going." He explained.

"You do that." Junpei grinned.