#Nanami’s an upstanding man

[truly-morgan]

Kinktober 2024 Day 12: [Frottage] | B̷o̷o̷t̷w̷o̷r̷s̷h̷i̷p | C̷r̷o̷s̷s̷d̷r̷e̷s̷s̷i̷n̷g

NanaIta  Jujutsu Kaisen

They have to take cover while on a mission together. Nanami tries to see what kind of injuries Yuji got from their previous fight, only to find something else.

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They stumbled into the cramped supply closet before the young man could really register it. One moment they were running away from a curse that turned out trickier to deal with, the next they were stuffed into the closet.

Nanami pressed Yuji farther into the cramped space, trying to be mindful of things laying at their feet. He tried bringing his breathing down to an even pace as he listened for the curse outside. It seemed to run past them and away from the closet.

Only then did he allow a sigh of relief to escape him, closing his eyes as he tried thinking about what they should be doing.

The closet had looked a little bigger from the outside looking in. But fitting two people inside, of broader statures too, might not have been the best. At least they did manage to get in and hide for a moment. Even if it meant nearly being pressed up all against each other like this.

“Are you okay, Itadori?” He asked, feeling like the top priority right now was making sure the young man wasn’t hurt anywhere.

“Yeah I’m good” Yuji nodded, although his little frown and flushed face weren’t really convincing. Yuji had been thrown around quite a bit, as sturdy as he seemed to be, it surely couldn’t be good. It wasn’t because their job was dangerous that he needed to ignore possible injuries that could prove fatal in a fight later on.

“You don’t need to hide it from me” Nanami stated calmly, not wanting for the young man to push himself. He then reached out, hands trying to feel and see if he could find any possible injuries that Yuji had simply not registered fully yet.

This seemed to make Yuji agitated all of a sudden, trying to not move too much as he grabbed his hands and tried pushing away from him. It wasn’t really effective at all, not when Nanami was set on finding the issue. He did notice some blood on Yuji neck, wondering what that was. Had something cut him?

He was about to pull him closer to take a look, wanting to make sure it wasn’t anything serious. This seemed to only make Yuji panic a little, about to protest before a moan escaped him instead.

This had them both froze, silence following the loud sound.

Nanami’s gaze then travelled from Yuji’s neck to his face, seeing just how much more red he was than before. He could feel how shaky his hands were, both grabbing at his blazer like his life depended on it. He tried shifting again a little, only to stop when it earned him a whine from Yuji.

And now he could feel it clearly, the erection pressing against him.

“Itad-”

“I’m sorry” Yuji started before he could finish, closing his eyes tightly, repeating himself a couple more times as he tried keeping his hips from moving on their own. “I felt something poke me when I got hit earlier and thought it would be okay” He tried explaining quickly, “I started feeling hot as we were running, but the moment we stopped in here it became worse”.

Nanami wasn’t quite sure what to do in this situation. Sure he had been on missions that had a similar thing happening before. But all those times he wasn’t stuck in a closet, hiding away from a curse that turned out stronger than first thought. He was also usually with adults.

Yuji kept quietly apologising, little whines and gasps escaping him as his hips kept pushing forward against Nanami, as if against his will. The man could clearly see it was already taking a toll on the young man, making him feel uncomfortable and painful.

But they didn’t have the luxury of time nor did they have the space to find somewhere Yuji could relieve himself.

There wasn’t really much to do.

“It’s okay, Itadori” Nanami tried again, “It’s not your fault, it happens sometimes when you receive the wrong information” he stated. He kept his voice as calm and even as possible, his hands trying to hold his waist more gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. “Let’s get that curse out of you first, you’ll feel better after” he offered.

Yuji looked a little unsure at first, but the moment Nanami pulled him a little closer he lost any will to stop himself. His arms were soon wrapped around the older man, body pressed flush against him as he started rutting against the older man. Nanami had to admit, he was a little surprised by just how rough he was being, movement feeling desperate.

He tried focusing on how this was only for Yuji’s sake. How this was only meant for the young man to get all that curse out of him so they could get back to work. It wasn’t meant to be anything more than a practical action to help Yuji.

But it was a little hard not to react when someone was rutting against you like a dog in heat, moaning and panting against your chest.

And the way he was whining his name…

Nanami wasn’t sure what to say when Yuji clearly realised the older man was now also hard. He wasn’t quite sure what reaction to expect out of his own body reaction either. More uncomfortableness for Yuji? Disgusted? Maybe not care as he chased after his own release?

A hand cupping him and feeling him up wasn’t on the list of reactions.

He saw Yuji looking back up at him, glassy eyes filled with wonder. This had the older man clear his throat a little, not wanting to think about what kind of thought had just crossed his mind. “This is purely a natural reaction to stimulation” he explained, which nearly sounded fully accurate to his ears, “Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable” he added.

This had Yuji shaking his head a little, something flashing across his expression Nanami couldn’t decipher. It was gone as fast as it had crossed it.

And soon he didn’t exactly have the mind to focus on that, Yuji pressing close again to continue his rubbing and rutting.

But he noticed that this time he seemed a bit more coordinated, even if as desperate as before. It was clear he was trying to rub directly against Nanami, so he could bring him to completion too. As much as he tried not to let any of his own pleasure show too much, the older man couldn’t fully stop some of the grunt of pleasure that escaped him.

Yuji sure seemed to be encouraged by them.

He felt like the young man was growing more and more erratic all of a sudden, so was he rapidly building up more and more. This reminded Nanami that they were both fully clothed. With that thought he grabbed his hips again, more firmly to stop his movement, ignoring the whine it got out of Yuji.

He wasn’t complaining for too long though, as Nanami made quick work of opening their pants and pulling them down just enough for their cock to be out. He didn’t even need to pull Yuji close again for him to get the idea, pulling closer to rub directly against him.

It felt much better like this, especially paired with Yuji’s moan.

He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, keeping it close by as his other hand wrapped around their cock. This allowed for better pressure around them as Yuji kept fucking into his fist, rubbing against him too.

“Nanamin, I’m getting close” Yuji gasped as his paces picked up even more, holding onto his arms as best as he could.

They nearly came together, Yuji doing so first followed by Nanami not long after. He used his handkerchief to catch their semen, filling the poor square with both their spent. He made quick work of cleaning them up a little, storing them away for cleaning later on.

With that he allowed Yuji to fully leaning against him again, which had him groan a little as his sensitive cock rubbed directly against his pant. The older man simply kept an arm around him, keeping him up a little as his legs seemed to be giving out a little.

Nanami quite liked how his breathing was slowly coming back to normal, in difference to how Yuji had been panting nonstop when they started hiding. It meant this had at least worked and wasn’t on the worse side these kinds of curses could be.

With that worry out of the way, Nanami simply patted Yuji’s back, trying to think about what they should do with the curse they had come for in the first place.

They would need to be careful about that little ability though.

[goth-mami-writer]

POV: You're the quiet intern just trying to make it down these steps⬇️

@short-honey-badger who helped me cough this up a few months ago, and we had a lotttt of fun.

⚠️(absolutely not my art. The artist is @yunonoai on TWT. Thx!)⚠️

《 Your director told you to use the back stairwell after the day was finished with final takes in filming. You were the new intern on set and still learning everyone's roles and names, but you knew the cast well. After grabbing your coffee and bag, then being told by the director to use the back stairwell due to some work being done on the front entrance, your stomach churned.

That's where the cast took their smoke breaks between sets and most of them....didn't know you. You were the newbie, and you saw how some of them looked at you in-between filming takes. All of them towered above even the director sometimes, and intimidating just wasn't the word. Some were very cordial. Or at least friendly. But for others... that just wasn't the case. They were almost entirely like their fictional character. Smug and coarse in interaction.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the back stairwell. The first thing to hit you was the smell of deep, musky cigarette. It almost gagged you because half of them were avid smokers, often being late to set times from hurrying back from their smoke breaks. The heat from the outside lot met you then, and you squinted your eyes from the bright light that illuminated your descent. But you realized now that it wasn't just a few of them here.

It was all of them.

The villains, the noble protagonists. The anti heroes.

Oh, God. Everyone was here.

"Heyy.." The half of them called out in unison while the others only gave a you side glance from their unenthused expressions.

All of their legs were folded across the concrete steps, making it difficult for you to navigate your way down safely. You swallowed hard and decided to speak up for those who might have not realized you were needing through.

"Uhm, excuse me. Sorry." You said with your hands clutched on the strap of your bag.

Nanami, the upstanding gentleman of the group, was the first to stand. He was sitting right at the front, that being your only sigh of relief. He was one of the oldest, and his presence on set always made everyone feel safe. He was especially kind to women.

"Here, dear, I'll help you through." Nanami said with a charming smile as he dubbed out his cigarette into the concrete. He told everyone to mind their legs, and only half of them listened.

"Oh, come the fuck on, she'll be fine." Remarked Toji, the boisterous asshole who spoke his mind with a sneer no matter who was listening. He rolled his eyes and moved his knees from your path. Nanami held his hands on your shoulders as you began down and you tried not to look at each of them but it was so hard. All of them were so endearingly attractive in their own specific ways.

Sure Toji was snide and downright rude as hell but his cocky grin made all of the girls' knees shake. It leveled everything about his asshole personality.

To your immediate left, was Geto, the quiet protagonist in the show who nudged the man to his side Gojo, who moved his blindfold up, moving out of your way accordingly with a smile.

Gojo turned his head down the stairs and everyone seemed to pay attention when his very telling blue eyes came from beneath his dark blindfold,

"Guys, let the intern through."

"Eat a dick, Satoru." Toji remarked from across the steps.

Everything was going fine. You were about halfway down now with Nanami's hands holding your shoulders protectively until you finally passed Toji by who began to loudly exclaim from behind you once his eyes fell low as you passed him by,

"Goddamn! She can walk past me anyday!"

You felt a very intentional smack to the back of your ass only to be returned by Nanami who you could hear reprimanding the eager man with a vicious grip to his collar before apologizing to you in your ear,

"I am so sorry."

"It's okay." You said with your face painted a blinding shade of red, and you looked down, just hoping to make it down the rest of these steps without being humiliated further.

Gojo and Geto had a little more class, only sharing a menacing look to each other at the sight of your ass so close as you passed and now you were finally closer to the bottom flight of stairs, still being led by Nanami.

Here at the bottom held two of the more unsavory characters that included Sukuna and Choso, two villains, however powerful and / or likable they were. Choso, the quieter one of the pair, only moved his outstretched legs, not giving a word in your direction before looking back down to his phone. His eyes were so catching and dark that you wished he would've kept your gaze. But that stare was only broken as you passed by the last loiterer there on the stairs, Sukuna.

He grew a cunning, mischievous smile and asked you with his voice that purred so seductively like a flirt no matter what he was saying,

"Hm, I've never caught your name on set?"

You told him your name and he hummed with a sultry, entertained rumble in his throat as he reached out to touch your blouse in a clear pass until he was stopped by Nanami, who was determined to not let you get touched twice.

"Hands to yourself, old man." Nanami grumbled before rubbing your shoulder as you reached the lower flight now. He asked if you'd like to be walked to your car as well, but you assured him it was fine, thanking him for being so kind.

"We'll see ya tomorrow!" Toji called down with his eyes narrowed in a haughty expression from his seat above, and you shivered hearing that.

"I promise we'll be more behaved if you take this way tomorrow! Have a good night!" Nanami promised as he made his way back up to the very first step, and you hurried now to your car. Your face was red, your arms were trembling, and your blood raced.

You weren't embarrassed or humiliated at all. Instead, it was closer to exhilaration to be so close to them in a cramped space like that. And it certainly didn't help that no one minded their manners. It only made you want it more. You fanned yourself and hoped that the front entrance that you usually took to get to the parking lot never got fixed.

[thequantumranger]

[tsukimefuku]

The search for the man in the black suit

You were assigned to find and capture Higuruma Hiromi, a curse user sentenced to death by Jujutsu higher ups. You're just not sure if he really deserves to die.

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, angst, canon-typical violence.

WC: 3.5K

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles related to Nanami x Reader x Higuruma. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: these stories NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

From the unexplainable exorcism of multiple curses in just two days around Morioka City, Jujutsu High was able to triangulate the curse user's most probable hideout. You were assigned to find the man and capture him, in order to take him to execution by Tengen's established Jujutsu Society.

However, you were authorized to use lethal force in case he posed a direct threat to your life.

The man was 35-years-old Higuruma Hiromi. He was a former criminal defense lawyer that awakened his cursed technique during trial, right after his client got convicted, and wound up killing the prosecutor and the judge in the process. Jujutsu High provided you with some pictures of him, and in absolutely all of them, he was wearing a signature black suit with a sunflower pin on the lapel, always accompanied by a black tie.

Normally, these murders would be addressed by the regular justice system. However, because it involved cursed activity according to multiple accounts from witnesses that were in the courtroom that day, Jujutsu High was entrusted with the task of dealing with him.

Ever since he killed those two people, he was missing, and this is where you came in — you were entrusted with locating him and capturing him.

It felt odd going into this mission, and you couldn't help but wonder what got that man — supposedly a straight A's upstanding citizen and criminal defense lawyer — to commit murder. He surely was accustomed to fighting for hopeless causes and betting on losing dogs, especially in Japan where the conviction rate was so high, so why snap at this case? What had happened?

You remembered yourself how you were, once, targeted by Jujutsu High, and decided, while you got off the train, to give the man the benefit of the doubt.

***

It was night already, and the cool breeze soothed your face as you closed the car's door behind you. Following the directions you received when assigned this mission, you took a cab and wound up in front of an abandoned building. 

You checked the address, and sure enough, it matched the area you were supposed to look around to find the former lawyer.

Standing in front of that concrete carcass, you made your way inside, noticing the door to the entrance was completely gone. The building apparently had three floors from what you could tell after counting the windows visible from the outside, and you knew you'd have to check them all thoroughly in case this man was hiding.

However, it proved unnecessary.

Right in the middle of the first floor, you spotted a full bathtub, which was already odd enough. On top of that, the man you were looking for was laying inside of it, completely clothed, and didn't spare you a look as you came inside and stood there, staring at him in confusion.

"Have you ever bathed with your clothes on?" He inquired, suddenly.

"Hm, no" you answered, slightly taken aback. What kind of question is that? "I'm from a very cold place, even thinking of it gives me anxiety."

He was still staring at the ceiling, lit by moonlight and streetlamps that bled through the destroyed windows. "Where?"

"I'm from Odate" you answered, still completely puzzled as to why he was just making small talk with you. In any case, you decided to humor him, maybe he'd comply more easily to come with you if you did so. 

"Odate? Akita Prefecture, right? Lovely place. I went there once." His expression was completely blank as he said this.

"Did you?"

"Yes. I went there for a case. I was a criminal defense lawyer." He answered, lingering on the last word.

You gave it some moments before asking, "How did it end?"

"My client was convicted to life imprisonment. He was innocent."

Silence. 

You introduced yourself, and asked him if he was Higuruma Hiromi. He sighed at the sound of his name, finally looking at you.

"Yes, I am Higuruma Hiromi."

His eyes were empty and perceptive, and even in this silly scenario, he looked anything but silly. Even though you were a Grade 1 sorcerer, for a brief moment, the lingering question if you could take him on or not crossed your mind. You weren't sure. His aura was something else.

"If you know who I am, then you probably know what I've done." He said, nonchalantly.

You nodded. "Higuruma Hiromi. 35 years old. Former criminal defense attorney. Killed two people using an innate cursed technique after the conviction of one of your clients. His verdict of innocence was overturned, and you demanded a retrial, killing both victims on the spot."

He scoffed, and slid himself just a little under the water, protruding his knees up. "I thought I'd feel anything when listening to my charges. My clients always stiffened or hunched over when they did. I just feel... Nothing." He sighed. "So is that what this is? Innate cursed technique, you say?"

"Yes. They are a special kind of cursed energy manipulation from what we call jujutsu sorcery. Some people are born with them, and it usually manifests during childhood. However, it can happen later in life, often due to traumatic events and very negative experiences" you answered.

He seemed pensive for a moment. "And I assume you can manipulate cursed energy too, right? You seem to know a lot about it."

Your body tensed up. His voice had changed, and he began to emanate a discreetly menacing aura. "Yes, I can."

To the sound of that, the curse user put each hand to the side of the bathtub and began lifting his body up.

"I want to know what happened in Keita's trial. Why he was found innocent in the first place" you said, and the man stopped in his tracks, diverting his gaze to you. He seemed slightly interested, and you decided to double down.

"You were someone that took on incredibly hard criminal cases in a country with an extremely high conviction rate. Why did you kill these two people after he got convicted?"

Higuruma pondered for a moment before answering. "Because I grew tired of people's ugliness." He began. "My client got his favorable sentence overruled simply because a prosecutor had a chip on his shoulder, wanted to appease the media, and the judge couldn't bother to do this job rightfully, eager to end his work load for the day and leave, failing to see the people and lives he affected. All he saw were just piles of papers to be taken care of."

He paused.

"Because of their ugliness, an innocent man will spend the rest of his life behind bars."

At that moment, you were sure this wasn't the speech of a cold-blooded murderer, but someone that got so disfigured by an unfair system that he, too, became disfigured himself.

"I understand" you replied. "I'm sorry that happened to your client."

His eyes became less vacant for a split second, but his walls came back up as quickly as he asked, "how do you know who I am, and what are you doing here?"

Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment. "I was sent to capture you and take you to Tokyo. People that manipulate and employ cursed energy in Japan are subject to Jujutsu's Laws."

"Oh, so you're a jujutsu police officer of some sort?" He inquired. "Unfortunately, I don't talk to police officers without the presence of a lawyer, and since you didn't let me know that beforehand, nothing I told you up until now can be used as evidence against me."

"Ah... What?" You asked, genuinely confused.

He snorted, smiling. "I just wanted to play the 'accused and interrogated by the police' role for once."

"... Oh."

Yeah. He was definitely messed up in the head.

You were both sharing an incredibly awkward silence for a minute that seemed like an eternity.

"So, can I take you now?" You finally asked, breaking the silence.

"No."

More awkward silence.

"I mean, I just came here to do that."

"I understand. The answer is still no" he retorted. "There is probably a life imprisonment or death sentence waiting for me, am I correct?"

You failed to spit out an answer for him on the spot, and he took great notice of that.

"As I thought. So, no, I won't come with you out of my own volition." Higuruma said that as he got out of the bathtub and started walking towards you.

You took a step back and tried reasoning with him. "I intended to suggest a lesser punishment for you when we got to Tokyo. From what you've told me, you are not a murderer. Just someone that apparently lost his way and-"

"Lost my way?" He scoffed. "I haven't. I just see the truth more clearly now."

His cursed energy started radiating, and you knew now there was no turning back — you'd have to fight.

You conjured up many small grenades in-between your fingers, but before you could do anything, you saw yourself engulfed inside a courtroom. Higuruma was standing on the other side, and there was a giant black creature with a white face right behind him.

"Eh?! What the hell is this?!" You said, surprised. "Is this your domain expansion?"

"Oh, so that's what it's called? Domain expansion?"

Before he could do anything, you jumped over the pulpit and threw your grenades towards him. However, you were instantly warped back to your position, and felt even more confused than before.

"No violence is allowed inside this courtroom."

So it isn't a sure hit domain? What the hell is going on?

"Let me explain. In here, I have evidence of a crime you committed." He lifted an envelope. "Judgeman, who is right behind me, will say your charges. He knows everything about everyone inside the domain. After hearing your charges, you'll have time to make your statements, and with the evidence in my hands, to which you'll not have access to, I'll argue against your allegations. Then, Judgeman will sentence you based on the six japanese codes."*

*AN: The six Japanese codes are the Constitution, the Civil Code, the Criminal Code, the Commercial Code, the Code of Criminal Procedure, and the Code of Civil Procedure.

"What are the possible punishments?"

"Unfortunately, that is not up to me, but you can say anything you want in your defense during your deposition."

"Well, shouldn't I have access to the evidence in order to make my defense? And shouldn't you speak first? I mean, you're acting like a prosecutor. And if Judgeman knows everything, how can I expect a fair trial? It's like expecting God or any all-knowing being to-"

He scoffed. "Things are rarely fair in a courtroom. And Judgeman's sentencing will take into account only our allegations. Now let's get to it. Judgeman is not very patient."

The shikigami proceeded.

"February 20th, 2008, Odate City, Akita Prefecture. You stand accused of suppression of evidence related to a criminal case of another person, consisting in keeping items related to murders carried out by Shogo Yamada and not surrendering those objects to the authorities. What do you have to say in your defense?"

Oh. You remembered that, alright. You, Nanami and Gojo kept most of the items that contained cursed energy traces that they found on the murder scenes and never surrendered those to the police. After the end of their mission, Gojo and Nanami took those items with them, and they were all probably kept somewhere in Jujutsu High ever since.

Shit, what do I say?

You had a half-assed idea.

"We only did so in order to carry out our own investigation and reach him before the police did, considering he was a curse user that killed people with his innate cursed technique and would most likely harm any officer that got to him. So we were acting in legitimate defense of third parties" you answered, kind of incredulous all of this was happening.

Higuruma opened his envelope, and it had a picture of Shogo, deceased. "You could've surrendered that evidence to the police after his death. So, you undoubtedly kept evidences related to crimes of homicide unlawfully under your possession."

Fuck.

"The defendant is found guilty. Penalty: Confiscation" the shikigami said, before the entire domain dissipated.

You sighed, pissed. As you tried to conjure one of your grenades, it didn't work.

Higuruma noticed that.

"Confiscation, apparently, strips someone from their innate cursed technique."

To the sound of that, you clenched your hand and imbued it in cursed energy. At least I have that. I can try to fist fight this guy.

"Well, what would you say in my defense in that case, lawyer?" You asked, begrudgingly.

"It's simple, really. The law states that it is a crime to suppress evidence related to a criminal case of another person. Given that these murders were carried out by a curse user, and also what you just told me — that there are Jujutsu Laws to judge those who kill using jujutsu —, he wouldn't be under the jurisdiction of the regular justice system, so there would be no need to surrender that evidence in the first place. The fact that you're here and not the police proves that Jujutsu Laws overrule the Penal Code, and Jujutsu Laws are not contemplated by the six codes Judgeman adheres to."

Asshole.

"Fine, then let's get this over with" you replied.

Suddenly, he threw a gavel at you, and you dodged it by the skin of your teeth. Damn, he's fast. 

You realized, at that moment, you were in deep trouble, as he lunged at you grabbing the gavel that ricocheted back. You had some taijutsu training with Gojo, and prayed it'd be enough to keep you alive during this fight.

Jumping away to keep some distance in between the two of you, you thought you'd have some time to think of a strategy, but he was quicker, managing to hit you and send you flying to the other side of the room. Reinforcing your body with cursed energy, you managed to scrape off most of the damage, but were still very much hurt due to the blunt force impact.

Right before he dashed in your direction again, the roof came crumbling down, separating the both of you, as Higuruma stood closer to the exit, and you were very much cornered in the back of that floor.

It took you a moment to fully grasp what was going on. A gigantic spider-like curse, completely black with no eyes, had apparently been drawn to this place due to the cursed energy from your fight.

This isn't good. I can't make a run for it right now, I'm completely trapped and have no grenades or anything else.

You made the next decision in a split second.

"Higuruma, run! I'll handle this!" You shouted, surprising him.

"You have no innate cursed technique anymore!" He yelled back.

"I know that! Just fucking go! Save yourself!" You replied on the top of your lungs, dodging the curse's first three strikes. 

By no means was he innocent, and just moments prior, Higuruma was actively trying to kill you. Even so, you were someone that strongly believed in second chances, and though you couldn't exactly explain why, you still felt he deserved repentance.

That would never happen if he got killed in there.

"Go!" You shouted at him, seeing that the curse user simply stood there, dumbfounded, looking at you.

During this brief moment of distraction, the curse whipped one of its many legs directly against your abdomen, and you hit the concrete behind you, feeling your mouth instantly spurting with thick puddles of blood. You could distinctly feel you were injured internally, and that it was ugly.

On top of that, you knew you wouldn't be able to RCT yourself quickly enough.

Shit...

You saw the snow from Odate, while the cold formed beautiful fractals against the glass in your old home's window. Felt the taste and smell of your favorite tea, a recipe passed on through generations in your family. The day your parents left in the middle of the night, you were holding your brother in your arms, scared of what would happen to the two of you. Your brother's laughter. Your best friend hugging you the day you both graduated from High School. The afternoon you came to Jujutsu High. Nanami's face smiling at you. You saw it all in the longest second of your life.

I'm going to die.

The curse came at you and began descending three of its legs all at once, and you braced yourself for the impact.

Surprisingly, it never came.

When you realized, Higuruma was in front of you, using his gavel to hold the curse's legs at arm's length.

"Move!" He shouted, and you rolled yourself over propelling your body with your legs, as he swirled himself and his gavel around the curse's limbs. Higuruma instantly charged at it, dealing a blow that threw the cursed spirit across the vicinity.

He was definitely very strong for a modern day sorcerer, and you were even more sure of that seeing him go toe to toe with a strong Grade 1 curse.

However, you still needed a way to get yourself out of there.

Tapping inside your belt bag, you reached for your phone, praying it wasn't destroyed when you got hit twice. By a miracle, it wasn't, and you started to text Gojo, the only person you knew that had the ability to warp himself around.

Sending you my location. Injured. Came here to capture curse user. Need help asap. Might die.

It was a long shot, but the only one you had.

As you were praying that Gojo saw that message and came to your rescue, you had the chance to witness firsthand how talented this curse user was. He made close combat look easy, jumping around the curse and hitting it with his gavel — is this gavel bigger now? — effortlessly. 

Suddenly, his weapon became 10 times the size it previously was, and Higuruma used it to propel himself in the air, swinging the gavel down directly over the curse, completely crushing the spirit underneath. 

It had been exorcized.

You wanted to sigh relieved, but as Higuruma landed, he turned to face you. On his face, a mixture of confusion, shock, and something else you couldn't quite grasp. It kind of looked like... Annoyance?

"Why did you-" He began asking.

At that moment, a whiff of wind blew inside the room, and you mustered enough strength to yell "don't kill him!" shortly before Gojo threw Higuruma against the wall. At impact, the curse user fell on the floor, confused as to what was going on.

"Knock him out!" You shouted.

Gojo swiftly approached the man and planted two of his fingers on Higuruma's forehead, who instantly passed out.

Now you were relieved.

"So... What happened and why did you ask me not to kill him?" Gojo said, turning to look at you. "Oof, you're beat up. Guess we gotta increase our training sessions!" He chirped, grinning.

"Ugh, come on, Gojo. I'm bleeding internally, cut the jokes for a second, will you?" You said, rolling on your back, while healing your insides with RCT.

"Not for long, I see. Your RCT is improving" he noted.

"I was about to capture this guy, but we got jumped by a Grade 1 curse."

"What? And you couldn't defeat it, a Grade 1? Have you become weak or something?!" Gojo inquired, walking up to you and looking at your pathetically splayed beat-up body on the ground as you healed.

"Shut up. I don't have my innate cursed technique right now. He neutralized it."

Gojo widened his eyes. "He did?! How?"

"It's the effect of getting caught up inside his domain, which doesn't work with the sure hit thing. Ugh, come on, help me up" you complained, extending one of your hands. Gojo grabbed it and pulled you sharply, sending a wave of pain throughout your body. "Goddammit, man, be more delicate."

He laughed and waved his hands, dismissing your complaints. "You'll be just fine. Now, what was that about a domain that can remove other people's innate cursed techniques?"

You tried conjuring one of your grenades, and it came to your hand. At the sight of that, you sighed, relieved.

"Long story short, he can temporarily deactivate someone's technique if they suffer some sort of conviction from a Shikigami." You gazed at Higuruma, still asleep on the floor. "He's also insanely talented. I was led to believe I was sent to capture a dangerous killer, but he just-" your voice paused for a moment.

"Hm?"

"He just seems misguided."

You pondered for a moment.

"Could he work with us? I mean, we're always short-staffed."

Gojo was surprised, and asked, "really? I mean, you were only in this deep shit situation because of him."

"I mean, he was going to get captured and taken for execution. I'd defend myself, too. Also, his crimes wouldn't necessarily render him a death penalty if he was to be judged by a regular Court. He'd probably get life imprisonment or maybe imprisonment for a certain number of years."

The sorcerer thought about it for a moment, and walked towards Higuruma.

"He deserves a second chance, and will certainly be an asset for Jujutsu High" you concluded. "He's strong. He exorcized this grade 1 curse without my help, and he awakened his abilities a week ago or so."

"Are you sure?" He asked, lifting his blindfold with a finger to look at you.

"I am. Gojo, you saved me from the claws of the higher ups. They're arbitrary bigots, you know that." You said. "Please, take this as a request from a friend, will you?"

"Fine" Gojo replied, throwing Higuruma over his shoulder and giving you a thumbs up. "I'll do my best! But you owe me a bag of kikufuku."

You smiled at him. "Of course. I'd expect no different. Thank you."

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End notes:

So, this one was a fun one. I literally read the japanese Penal Code and put my own knowledge of law hierarchy, criminal law interpretation and criminal procedure (as of today I can say I do have a masters degree in it 😂) to use. Hope you guys like it! xoxo 🦉

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JJK Headcanons: Suit & Tie Edition

Word count: A lot I wrote this on Mobile. (Would love if somebody comments the word count for me lol)

Summary: JJK as Professionals/Corporate Boys + as BFs ((randomly began to rate them on a scale of 10, this post is really for my amusement—I hope you enjoy!!)) (I’ll update this over time to include all male JJK characters and more details, just really a random thought post), #activepost. (Will also likely end up lengthy so)

Hiromi: Lawyer

Of Course Hiromi would continue his work as a public defense attorney. He’s considerate but neurotic. Fair but cautious. And has a strong sense of principles that make his job perfect for him but also perfect for his various neurosis to fester and continue depressing this overwhelmed man.

As a Partner: At the point Hiromi (probably a mid life crisis) really realizes he’d like a relationship he’d be the guy that has everything planned out in his head but fails miserably somehow. He’s so analytical and emotional (his consideration of others not really the expression of emotion) and would end up a worry wart of sorts about being up to par with whatever imaginary standards he’s projected onto you. Less so than reassurance, you’d just be incline to remind him he doesn’t need to go above and beyond or have super grand gestures to be impressive. Likewise he’d want to communicate (maybe too much) once a conflict or issue occurred and I can see him likely being a bit overbearing with “You okay? Are you realllyyy okay??? You sureeee???” Along with literal hour long sit downs after arguments or disagreements. You end up feeling he can get parental but find him a good balance or synergy to your possibly avoidant or passive (I just end up shutting up completely lmao) conflict style. He’d work way too much in the beginning and maybe even have a moment of conflict with you about it but will level out with time as you will be his literal priority and focus. Diligent and upstanding he’s (in my taste) a 7-8/10. (I’d get immediately tired of his work schedule cause I’m “clingy”)

Nanami: Doctor

While Nanami is canonically coded as an overworked salary man I think in another universe he’s the perfect doctor. Similar to Hiromi but a bit more stoic and willing to work pass his limits. He’s the type to really be working triple, quadruple shifts off nothing but caffeine and the smiles of his patients. I think he’d be a pediatrician, dentist, or the perfect primary care physician. I see him being a talented medical student that actually does it for the love of the work. He’s the doctor everyone has the hugest crush on but are too intimidated to speak to—and who is also assumed to obviously be claimed cause who wouldn’t.

As a Partner: Kento would absolutely have the worst schedule. He’s genuinely, (probably neurotically), earnest and diligent. His patients’ care is his only concern and you would end up finding his work reputation as an anti social coworker pretty incongruent to the yeah quiet, sometimes intimidating but overwhelmingly kind and considerate man. Of course you become his “special” patient (whether you meet him as his patient or outside of work) and you begin to cutely annoy him by always being sick and needing to be seen only by him. He’ll honestly at first find it lightly irritating as a distraction but will realize how his shoulders ease and his breath steadies when he calms at your presence. As a man of a few words, and literally hands on as a health practitioner, he will communicate his love with actions and gifts. You’re surprised at work or date out with your friends with flowers and a note. Or he tells you he doesn’t want you inside all day and left his card on the nightstand. “Buy something for me ;).” How he only is ever cute or flirty in texts, and a shy even bubbling big guy who flushes red when you kiss him on the cheek. He’s the guy the upper admin want to promote but then will be even more unavailable so he doesn’t tell you about it. And at a work dinner when his coworker comments on it, lowers his head in shame for keeping it from you. In an argument, whether he feels right or wrong, he just wants you to calm down. Hate to psychoanalyze but Nanami gives the vibe he overprotects because he wasn’t protected and/or saw those he cared about hurt terribly and that those he treasures he’s pained to see disturbed in any way. So no he doesn’t want to see you mad and rightfully so he doesn’t know how to communicate he wants MORE time with you not less…and how he actually found a better job with better pay in another state so… “Y/N? Absolutely I was wrong to hold it from you…but now that I told you my other plans…would you…” (lmao I’m trolling I’m so sorry). Overall if he drops everything for me he’s a 10/10 cause he’s also my first JJK Husbando anyway blep) Strong, big, and SILENT!

Suguru: Political Consultant

Pre & Post Kenjaku Geto would be someone ending up in politics. Everyone wants to save him and give him his little tattoo shop but this man (of course once any incredibly negative event would happen cause he’s very emo coded) would be at think tanks and conferences and Capital Hill. While not sinister he’s a good bit mischievous (and messy). He’d love it for the sheer drama and mess and blackmail. He’d love how easy it would be to orchestrate against his enemies for whatever his “grand ideas” are…in reality he’s the worst (best) type of personality because he would never be “neutral,” he’d simply let it be known his “side” is whichever and whoever advances his desires. And his allegiances WILL change. He’d be the political actor in all those official photos no one really knows and that’s the point. (damn he’s just inspired a Scandal TV Show AU)

As a Partner: Boy…you better be the most apolitical person ever, devious as all hell, or truly ready to be his simp in all regards. This man will be everywhere but home. He WILL miss dates, I’m so sorry! (Even if he was jobless he’d somehow be late or miss a date and nobody can convince me otherwise.) You’d go to truly bewildering events in terms of scope and breadth of wealth, access, and political influence. As an Aquarius (real life shade too I’m sorry again) he’d be so two faced! You’d hear him drag for someone BAD and then upon meeting them realize THEY think he’s their BEST FRIEND. I’m sorry Geto is messy coded to me and you’d have to be down for being a hater at Dawn. (We’d work as friends not lovers cause I wake up and hate.) He’d spoil you monetarily from the beginning so it’s up to you if you accept them even if their very obligatory feeling. Otherwise, I see him being impressed by your ability to challenge him, call him out, or deny him. He TELLS you you’re going to be his date to an event but maybe he was way too flirty with one of his peers and thought you didn’t notice? He’s left outside in his bespoke suit with happy flowers and a sour face. 😂 BUT, he’ll weirdly respect (even possibly turned on.) Depending on how you play it he’ll be the guy who just won’t leave you alone and loves to bother you into a reaction for his amusement—or (if you decide to simp) a guy who’ll definitely see how far you’ll let him go. He’ll flirt with everyone and openly lightly disrespect you cause honestly he’s likely encountered enough simps before. Yet, the fact it’s out of pure emotion and want for him rather than money or prestige will make him feel guilty and he’ll SLOWLY but EVENTUALLY be a good partner holistically. Even to the degree he’ll break “character” upon any disrespect or unsavory comment made towards you. Politically—(I know for me I’d kill him probably) since he’d be a “only here for my own best and vested interests,” maybe you’d think hard on his principles. Maybe you’d confront him about how his “neutrality” is selfish and he should be able to stand on something and stick to it! Then maybe he’ll just simply bring out a laptop you’ve never seen before, type in a few things facing away from you, and show you terrabytes of collected info on everyone across the spectrum…maybe he’d then sit there bored as you scream “REALLY? NO WAY?? NOT HER??? Okay well I felt like he’d do something like tha….OH EWWWWW.” And scoffs to himself thinking “and that’s only what I know won’t make you throw up…” All in all I see TRUST and sincerity being the biggest dealbreaker given (and it’s fair) to feel like he’s fake with you or unsure of his feelings. But…the way he gets in bed and private lets you accept his real feelings for you. He’s a 6/10 because the flirting would KILL ME. And he’s technically my second and half JJK Husbando. Grown him would still be menace regardless of Kenjaku.

Satoru: Sports Manager/Finance

Now Satoru would either be the nepo baby that abandons it all or the nepo baby that reluctantly accepts his role at his family conglomerate. If he gets his way: I see Satoru as a sports manager. He’s a people person, athletic, and would care about the young athletes in the industry. If we convert the students of Jujutsu to athletes I definitely see him being one of the managers representing the most Olympians and medaled performers. He’s hot in his shades and open shirt suits with his iPhone against his ear and his blackberry in his hand texting off a contract or something…(Sports Manager AU coming up :/)

Now if he accepts his role at his family conglomerate he’s the CEO of an old money finance firm. He hates his life and his job and hates his responsibilities. It would be closer to his feelings of burden in the story cause he’s well off and well respected but it’s because he was born to be, so it’ll be a job of obligation. Yet, he’d definitely be a philanthropist and own a charity. He’d hate (but understand) the criticism so he’d just shrug and do the most he can. He’s the type to stay single (or marry a few times) but adopt and of course Megumi, Yuuji, and Nobara are his kids. He does conferences and speaks at events and otherwise is one of those “good” billionaires. (I’d give him a hard time about where his money comes from while telling him what color Birkin I want…cause duality…)

As a Partner: Sports Manager Satoru will not be as free and it’s likely upon cementing a committed relationship you’ll travel with him across the world. I don’t see Satoru being the kind of guy who can do LONG distance or long period of time without physically being near his partner. You’d be the wife without a ring (only for a short time, he’s definitely a “if you’re down I’m down and I love you so let’s get this show on the road” type man. He’s the kind to wait to find the right one but you’ll be a bit annoyed at how many possible “right ones” are floating around in the world. He’ll chuckle sheepishly cause every event lurks an ex somewhere. Whether for a week or a couple years—and you fight seething next to him as you take a long gulp of the alcohol in your glass. How it gets to you beyond jealousy that maybe he’s a lover boy and not retired yet? How you want to never be a numbered ex in an irritatingly lengthy list… “Did you really have to give ALL of them the partner title?” You say as you cross your arms and huff in a pout. Satoru’s the kind to always wanna laugh or kiss conflict away, usually it worked but not now. “Babe…,” he moves closer to you to which you move farther from him. “Babe…? Please?” When he has to get serious and you’re being avoidant or passive then he’s the manager everyone fears for his easy ferocity. Now your held down with no choice but to face his peering blue eyes. “Hey…I know my…past upsets you. I mean…shit it kinda upsets me too.” The scowl on your face makes him shake out of his intensity to clean up the sentence: “No I mean, I wish I knew how to love better…I wasted a lot of time and energy…and other people’s time and energy…so for what’s it worth I’m trying and we are in it for the long haul, kid.” No matter your age, he’ll clock your immaturity cutely. Big spender, pretty obvious. Lover boy, who you’ll have to keep an eye on solely for the women who will try you. You end up being at every game and rumored an athletes partner until Toru gets proper mad (extremely jealous he’s not getting the shipping attention and it’s his partner!) and will pop the question at a championship game or whatever. I see a regular fun but albeit stressful travel induced relationship. But one with a thousand memories and fun. Although (please don’t cut me) Gojo isn’t my type at all I don’t know why—he’s def still a 9/10. I can accept dealing with exes and others if you’re ACTUALLY devoted to ME.

Finance Bro Toru: This will not be an openly happy and likely extravagant or extraverted Satoru. This one would be cold and reclusive. It’s likely you only end up on a date with him because he weirdly keeps seeing you on the metro or at his coffee shop or at his favorite lounge. It’ll be nothing to him but he’ll slowly (likely having nothing better to do and being distant from others) people watch doing his best to not accept he only ever watches you. It becomes his break from pressing matters that don’t matter at all to him. How simple but frenzied you are and how you overapologize for knocking over something. How you debated out loud if it was worth asking the Barista to correct your order, then giving up upon mumbling “Oh everyone is so stressed nowadays it’s fine. I’ll just drink it.” How you bristle thinking the man behind you just laughed at you…but how silly that must be to assume on a random man. How he’ll play with his watch and phone outside the shop waiting on you. How he grows impatient and stomps his foot too used to ordering people around and having folks at his beck and call. He’ll cough loudly as you pass by and since you pay him no mind weirdly jogs to catch up to you. “Uh, hey! Hi…Hello,” this dude is weird what does he want. “I—I,” eh he’s cute but…has a stuttering problem? “Yeah guy? What’s up? My train leaves in ten minutes and I got a thirty minute walk before I even get there.” How he doesn’t know how to keep up and finds you abrasive. “I just wanted to ask if you’d like to eat somewhere with me? NOT right now…of course…aha.” You look over the admittedly stunning obvious investor type with consideration. “I thought you had somewhere to be?” He teases. “Oh I do! But…the event I had to get to in ten minutes started an hour ago…lol. I think they’ve accepted my absence by now.” And the both of you would stand awkwardly for like 3-5 good minutes. “So,” you both speak. “Ah you can go sorry about that,” Toru throws. “Well…where you wanna go eat?” And Boom Satoru’s forgotten the seven meetings for today. At first thinking if anything this beautiful stranger can give me a good day. Then when he realizes he’s a late 20 something with no real social life or sense of fun so now you’re damn near seeing him whenever he can. And he’ll love to sneak off to your shabby apartment where his people won’t think to look. “Toru don’t you have a literal meeting with Wells Fargo?” He’ll sour any time you mention work. “Do I have to go to serve a real purpose or just fill in a seat and say yes to whatever they propose?” Well he ate that tbh. So you let him continue eating his Deli sandwich and watching the Bear. Once he loves you he will not even entertain the debate of leaving you because of his role. If anything he’ll propose (albeit inappropriately) at an elite event for the sole sake of making everyone mad. You want to be sure he’s with you for you and not to prove a point or be a “bad boy” and all he does is call up his best friend Suguru in DC and Shoko in Seattle to tell you about how truly terrible your man was as a youth. If anything you bring him back to the source of his actual personality. So you realize this old geezer is actually a retired trouble maker and is absolutely in love with you and getting you both in “trouble.” Easily one of the biggest spenders but deeply intimate so it’ll go either way. He could just be the guy that buys you exactly what you want when you want or the guy that yeah buys you a Rolex without blinking but makes you open ten boxes from huge to miniature all as a gag as he can’t stop laughing at your disappointment. Upon getting to the Rolex he waits for the scream and jumping into his arms. He’ll be a little shitty pervert once you’re in his arms though. 7/10 only cause I romanticized it ALOT but I hate the Uber wealthy and that lifestyle. Plus he’d be much harder to warm up and likely be someone YOU really want to be with tbh😭 AND he’d likely be a victim of a VERY small worldview so unless you code it like dumb rich man meets the real world he’d be insufferable.

Yuuji: Construction Firm CEO/Estate Broker

Yuuji would do construction. Don’t know why he just seems the type…(actually I watch Selling Sunset). He’s less a real estate agent and more an owner of a large estate development firm. If Yuuji ever would decide a life where every day is suits and ties…he’s gonna forgo the tie and remain open shirt to almost an inappropriate degree…he’ll always get requests for “personal” tours but ruins it getting lost in over explaining permitting and how difficult it was to get city approval for zoning. He has the perfect personality for it as it’s an active, hands-on job that’s still people based but also creative. Yuuji is someone who would need a holistically fulfilling job and I think the energy of real estate development is very him.

As a Partner: Full Blown Unintentional Love Bomber. I hate to say it but Yuuji is absolutely someone to fall and fall WAY too hard. I don’t see him being aggressive or forceful but he will appear wherever you are. He’s a well connected, well respected, wealthy man it’s not weird for him to end up at the parties you end at up either. It’s stranger for you to be there but whether you are in his field or of a professional career, a client or someone who just meets him, Yuuji will be the kind to sweep you off your feet. While it’s likely you won’t always physically be around him or able to—he’s the kind to have you on the phone throughout his work day, all day. “Yeah I mean again it was right for you to tell your boss you can’t do someone elses—DIDNT I SAY A DIFFERENT STYLE OF BACKWASH! Portion of the work? If they know there’s gonna be a big client coming then they should’ve—TODO CALL ABOUT THE PERMITS BEFORE I LOSE MY FUCKING MIND!!! Made sure everyone did their portfolio and presentations…do you need me to call up there? You know I know…”(insert CEO you don’t even know of your company’s Name Here lmao). It would all depend on you if how hard he loves is perfect or off putting. He’d love very publicly but would respect your request for reduced or no PDA. He’d just be so happy he has someone tbh. And someone who wants what he wants in a long term, committed way. He’s a lover boy but only in the sense he wants to truly give his heart to someone and take care of someone else’s. Big spender, big protector, big my girl said I can’t come so *shrugs*, very much a “stop telling me how much something is…numbers annoy me, here” and now you got his black card realness. In conflict he will force you into his arms and make sure you scream, cry, and whatever else ;) it all out. You get annoyed he refuses to argue with you and will literally fall silent. How he tells you everyone gets frustrated but he just can’t get frustrated with you as he leaves you for work with a kiss on the forehead. How you get a heat building in your stomach and suddenly want to shop for kid’s clothes. Upon marriage and/or creating a family Yuuji calls Megumi up to design a couple houses. “A couple houses??? We only need one Yu…” You can’t contain your laughter. “One? That is absolutely not enough. We are going to have two family homes—you decide where. You’re gonna have your own condo when you want time to yourself and—babe you know me…thinking of houses for the babies…” meanwhile nobody is pregnant. But you hold your stomach instinctively for some reason. How fatherly and intense made your initial reaction become: “Sure! I mean…how many houses we thinking…?” You chuckle nervously, to which Yuuji just tells Megumi they’ll speak later and rises from his seat towards you. “I don’t know, but for sure one has to look like me and one has to look like you…so what we gonna do about that? Guess we’ll have to keep em coming till that happens, no?” 10/10 I’m so “one and done” like? I do NOT feel like dating 😂

Megumi: Architect/Engineer

I debated whether he would be an Architect or Engineer but if we ever learn their favorite subjects we’ll know if he’s STEM-brained or more humanities based. Either way he’ll do something that’s still creative but methodical. Like Yuuji he’d need full stimulation from his job and I think of course he’d be Yuuji’s business partner who designs the buildings. Likewise a job with purpose and long lasting impact. He’s definitely about sustainability and would incorporate nature similar to Japanese architects like Sou Fujimoto (utilizes unconventional shapes and literal nature) and Kengo Kuma (utilizes shape and literal environment by means of aesthetic cohesion to the surroundings xyz I had to look it up and simplify it 😭💕).

Otherwise he’s some kind of engineer (I’m more humanities so forgive how bad I summarize). Rather than unfamiliar, I’m moreso unsure of which kind of engineering would suit him “the most” but I find of course he’d likely be an industrial, civil, or architectural engineer. He’d want to be useful and in every sense not waste his time or his energy. Maybe a concentration in environmental engineering specifically just cause I see him having a mindset of sustainability and community.

As a Partner: Openly neurotic and pathological about his work so be ready for that kind of man. Will absolutely get mad if you interrupt him working but knowing it’s a him thing will feel guilty about ghosting you for a week…so will continue to ghost you. You’ll have be angry, sad, or simping enough to endure Megumi. He’s definitely introverted and because of the insular nature of his work will be a human black cat. He’ll want his pets when he wants them, cuddles when he wants them, distance when he wants it, etc. You’ll have be used to or okay with someone who may not talk the entire day. Even if he’s not working, I see Megumi just being someone who can and will revel in peace and silence. If you relate that’s perfect and you’ll be two cats in a burrito blanket. If not, he’ll REALLY have to like you to like your possibly disruptive or hyper active nature. And may not be able to appreciate you until you meet Yuuji and Nobara and others. He’ll realize “Yeah, it’s me” realizing just like with everyone else he grew to care about he has to be open and fair and patient. All of a sudden he chuckles more at your dumb jokes or clumsy nature. As a professional, whether it be conferences or grants or fellowships Megumi will end up sought after and very busy. Likely the weight of academics and infrastructure will be visible in his pronounced dark eyes so it’ll take time for him to break out of accepting being overburdened and overworked but your trips to the beach, your propensity to miss deadlines and laugh it off, the way you went to class or work hung over and had an amazing day…he takes it all in and so maybe he won’t accept or feel pressured to do this or that or work overtime on this or help someone with that…he’ll learn how to “overwork” his own way and once he’s consulting with cities on infrastructural improvements and visiting more schools seeing little kids projects on space and noodle bridges he’ll remember how fun what he does is and will kiss you the most passionate he ever has when he gets home. How his hand rests on your stomach and rubs it lightly. “Meg (his albeit reluctantly accepted nickname) your so flirty tonight?! What’s up with you?” He’ll say nothing as he leans into the crook of your neck and breaths. He doesn’t think he’s a charmer but that’s what makes him all the more dreamy to you. How you never could question his sincerity since he’s the living embodiment of it, so how when he wants you—really wants you…it’s easy to lean into him and let him drift your bodies to your bedroom. Empty introverted all up on you cat boy Megumi: 10/10. The functionality of the relationship is a strong 3/10 because he will not prioritize the relationship for a number of MONTHS. He’s a workaholic introvert who is an engineer…whether graduate student, Ph.D, Instructor, or seasoned professional he’s def gonna be hard to deal with. Likewise you’ll have to be really strict with him about replying to you cause he’ll just…not do it. He’ll answer in his head and hope it gets to you…so once you threaten a breakup if he goes a day ever again without replying to you…he’s incredibly responsive and kicks himself at all the day to day conversation he missed out on…so he’ll make up for it.

Upcoming

Yuuta

Sukuna

Toji

Choso

Haibara

Inumaki

[tandembicycles]

I SEE THAT ICON CHANGE TANDEM.

ngl the nanami thirst is both very funny and really fucking endearing, and i'm all for it. this man deserves ALL the love

(also p.s. should be getting new nanami content in this week's episode)

ISAAC STARTED DRAWING HIM... I love him sm... Listen I would joke that Aizawa was my type and he is trust me he is. But Nanami is something special here...

Ideal dude. Upstanding. Slightly depressed. Loves kids. Emo phase in high school (like me). I love him I love him I love him.

I know I said I wouldn't read/watch the manga/anime and I stand by that but I HAVE watched scenes with only him. His seiyuu is so good.

YOU'RE SO RIGHT HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE. I've literally not seen a single person in the fandom say they dislike him. Maybe he's not their favorite but no one has said "actually fuck this guy." If I'm wrong then no I'm not, they are

(YEA!!! YES YES!!! AHAHAHA!!!!! But I am also so scared because I Know™️)

[augustinewrites]

ok but nanami and fushigojo's is such a cute idea, but i also love the idea that megumi is the sweetest angel whenever nanami is watching him and tsumiki, and gojo's just all hurt and offended pfft

pls megumi is the most well behaved upstanding young man but only for nanami bcs he

1. isn’t nosy like gojo

2. isn’t loud like gojo

3. isn’t annoying like gojo

and i’m 100% certain that most of megumi’s personality was learned from best babysitter/uncle nanami

[bestiesenpai]

MORE STEPDAD NANAMI BRUH OMG IM OBSESSED I'VE BEEN RE-READING UR DRABBLE//FIC FOR LIKE THE PAST 2 DAYS

you and a couple other people have asked for more step-dad Nanami content and to be completely honest I forgot I even wrote that😂 I had to go back in the archive to read it again.

Now assuming this is a continuation of this last post....

Let’s talk about after the first time y’all smash.

Nanami for all intents and purposes is a ‘good man’. He pays taxes, doesn’t complain, he provides for his family. On the outside, he’s the perfect member of society.

But behind closed doors, more pacifically your closed door, it’s a different story. As soon as Nanami gets home from work, he finds you wherever you are in the house and drag you to your room, forcing you to lay on your back as he nuzzles his face between your legs. Biting and kissing the inside of your thighs, inhaling the scent of your cunt to calm him down from a long day of work or perhaps a tiring commute.

He’s ruined far too many panties of yours just by salivating all over them like an animal. And maybe he is, deep down inside. A depraved, starved creature just desperate to hump his step-daughters cunt until he collapses, unable to cum even a drop more.

Nanami loves to eat you out with a fervor while jerking himself off. Sometimes the shame of fucking you and cheating on his wife is too much for him, but not enough to stop him from doing something about the way his pants tighten just from the thought of coming home to you.

More often than not, Nanami eats you out and spills his cum all over your floor; it’s happened enough times he keeps a towel right where he usually cums. After that, it’s dinner time, usually without your mother present, which gives him the time to be a soft, doting new father: feeding you, drinking wine together and giving you sly kisses on the neck when he can.

When nighttime comes, you don’t even bother pretending to be shy about following him to his bedroom. The time for that has long since passed. And it doesn’t matter if you go to bed at 10pm or 3am, Nanami will be awake whenever you decide to crawl into bed, cock leaking and hard and just waiting to be sunk deep inside you.

So yeah, maybe during the day he tries to hide how gross he is. Something about ‘upstanding morals’ or whatever. But at night, you’re free game.

[lysmune]

marble figures

      your eyes spill red, his hands carve your disaster.

(Nanami Kento/F!Reader) 

Inspired by the myth of Pygmalion and Galatea, which stemmed from the copious amount of times I’ve seen Nanami described as a statue of some sort, prompted by adelek’s ave maria. and flintstrike’s erosion (both of which are gorgeously written fics. Please check them out).

     Nanami Kento was a statue of a man, that much you understood, weathered down by the autumn rain and the burden of existence. Erect, upright, upstanding, a model masterpiece whose shoulders sagged ever just in Tokyo’s watercolour nights.

     He’d allowed you to taste the cool of his lips then. He reclined in the chair and shuttered his eyes as you kissed yourself against him.

     If he breathed, you didn’t notice.

     Tucked between the blurring haze of the city skyline, the blue light of computer screens and whirring of overworked fans, you typed in distant silence with him and swallowed the event into bygone. He never spoke of it either.

     Not until summer, at least.

     Drenched in syrupy heat and the cliché of romance, you held your gaze for a minute too long in the still waters. Lips wet, he let you kiss him again and this time, Galatea cupped your cheek and returned your thoughtless affection, borne of warmth and heat for the first time since your meeting.

     And you, Pygmalion, marvelled at the way marble yielded to life.

     In the quiet spaces, the dark, early hours of a morning where the only ones that dared so peek at your twining bodies were the gods, Nanami bared to you his heart. It thrummed and pulsed, and weighed heavy in the palm of your hand as he confessed to the endless thoughts he had of you.

     Hypnos rarely ever graced him, but you did.

     “Why?” you asked as he brought your knuckles to his lips.

     He seemed to ponder the question, then, “You compelled me.”

     Sincere, earnest, an accusatory hush that you chose to ignore as he held your body deft and prayed your name, head between your thighs in worship to his creator. Slowly, you studied the lines of his form: the noble slope of his nose, the sharp gauntness of his cheekbones, the angular dignity of his jaw, the flex and ripple of his muscles every time he moved closer, gold spun hair brushing ivory skin as he looked at you through glassy aqua irises, stern and gentle.

     I could never take credit, you thought as he called you his god; you could never have made a man so beautiful.

     Yet Galatea had only ever known Pygmalion.

     And he had only ever known you.

     And it was always so violently quiet, whatever it was you had with each other. Clipped replies, the unanswered phone calls, questions that he’s never asked; your doubts grew large and plaguing by the day. Despite the intimacy of each embrace, everything else contradicted, revolted, a growing fissure you couldn’t quite mend.

     A lacuna.

     This is just who he is, you convinced, dripped in the honey of his words as he coaxed you to his making, as your eyes wept roses when he touched you holy, made you sigh his name the way revellers would at the feet of god. He made sure you knew what a sight you were, a marvel of Aphrodite’s kindness when she blessed you awake, the only one who’d ever afflicted him with pining, with yearning.

     “No one else,” he affirmed as you sobbed his name.

      No one else, you repeated in delight when he cuffed a golden chain around your wrist, subtly proclaiming that you were his to all those he worked with across the office’s three floors.

     No one else, you reminded yourself when he forgot the plans you’d made with him, the rush of work and urban havoc gnawing him alive. Dinners at upscale bars were his preferred method of apology, next to the glass bottles of Keiko Mecheri and small lily of the valley bouquets. He never said his sorry’s, never wrote them down either, even though those would’ve meant more than petty treasures.

      No one else, you clung to those words still, when he began to dye you in his colours, mazarine blue and wheaten yellow. He painted the winding patterns of his childhood into you, your arching back his fine-bone china, the fire of his palms your kiln. Nanami was a sometsuke ceramicist, and you were his greatest creation.

     Behind the mirror reflection of a brightly lit bathroom, you found the perfection of yourself confounding. Warped, twisted, unsightly, a repulsive mess of parts you couldn’t comprehend.

     Galatea was unsettlingly beautiful.

     Nanami stripped you bare that night and made love to your body. You, however, watched from the carcasses of your milky whites, watched as you moved to the rhythm of him. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your voice sang his name, flushed into his flesh as lines blurred. You never knew how honey-sweet you sounded, how perfectly small you were in his massive, calloused hands, like you were made just for him.

     You felt unrecognisable.

     And Pygmalion was hopelessly, unwaveringly infatuated.

     “What do you love about me?” you asked in your nakedness; Nanami twisted onto his side and looked at you. Fingers came to touch your cheek.

     “Everything,” he simply replied, a nauseating calm of a smile gracing his features.

     Betrayal coiled around the spaces between your ribs. It felt like an excuse, a cheap-shot answer that rang hollow through the marrow of your bones, a refusal to elaborate because he could not, even if he tried. He didn’t know you, and neither did you.

     Whoever you were prior to him, you could no longer reconcile with.

     So you curled against him as he caged you in a lavish lovelessness, the glossed lacquered surface of his empty words weaving you together into someone new. Desperate, you reached for the image in his mind, a tapestry of faces that shifted every time he chipped you away.

     Tsutsuji, he called when he cupped the curve of your figure. Tsubaki, he called when you looked up at him through your lashes. Suzuran, he called when he smelled the perfume he gifted you on your pulse. Sumire, he called when you reddened at his touches.

     You were all of them and none of them all at once.

     In the sunlight of a nine-to-five morning, the bracelet around your wrist glittered, beautiful and dangerous. It felt heavy. Your eyes had easily found his, the softest, emptiest shade of forget-me-not petals. You smiled. Something cracked at the shell of your ear.

      Who are you?

     You stopped right before the door. Winter slipped from underneath as puddles formed. Even in the stillness, you could not find yourself, so you answered your question with the one thing you knew:

      Nanami.

     And then you were in his arms again, wholly and utterly engulfed, your existence brought to life only through his divinity.

     Galatea was nothing without Pygmalion.

     And you were nothing without Nanami.

[whitherliliesbloom]

I’m free forever. Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map. Free from death itself.

Headcanon for Pirate AU Kaye under the cut!

Captain of the Noctilux (light of the night), a galleon that is home to a notorious band of pirates who call themselves ‘The Wandering Equinox’. Unlike most other pirates, Kaye isn’t interested in pillaging or murder. Instead, he and most of his crew became pirates to live a life of freedom and adventure - as well as to stir up mischief with the rich and noble - who a lot of them hold a grudge against.

In the pirate au, Kaye is about 26 years-ish old. 

GENERAL

Kaye’s personality can be described as stoic and aloof, but surprisingly lax and laid back for being a captain of a large crew. He’s quiet, reserved and isn’t especially chatty, but he can be loud and charismatic when he needs to be - as required for him to be a leader. While he does enforce some rules on his ship, he isn’t very strict about them - so long as the safety and wellbeing of his crew isn’t being compromised. He’s also against physical torture as a form of punishment like flogging. As such, his crew is quite carefree and playful. It’s not uncommon to hear laughter, singing and see games being played on ship. In fact, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Kaye, in comparison to many other pirate captains on the seven seas, is kind of a glorified babysitter to a band of misfits.

Make no mistake though, Kaye is still the captain... and he WILL punish anyone who goes out of line - especially if a crewmate’s offence is hurting an innocent person or their own crewmates. He would never allow anyone who he knows is openly malicious or sadistic to others into his crew and he can be rather merciless in killing someone he deems cruel and despicable enough to deserve it. 

Minor transgressions are met with less severe punishments, such as scrubbing the deck or being tied to the mast for an hour (the crew jokingly calls it the ‘time out mast’). In some cases, Kaye asks them to spar with him to train their physical combat. Most of them come out of the training session with aching muscles and many many bruises. 

Kaye doesn’t really take much pride in being the captain - if anything he sees it as a mere duty. It’s not always obvious, especially to newcomers, but the older members of the Wandering Equinox will tell you that Kaye had to learn and get his ass handed to him many many times before he learned to be the good leader that he is today despite his considerably young age.

CREW RULES (in no particular order)

No fighting with one another - armed or otherwise. Sparring matches are fine, but they are to be overseen by at least one of the captain’s trusted officers or the captain himself. 

All crewmates are to keep their weapons clean and ready at all times.

No crewmate shall have monopoly over any one type of resource. Everyone will learn to share and show kindness to their neighbor if they need provisions like fresh water more. This goes for the captain himself as well. 

Lights are to be put out by nine at night. If anyone wants to stay up to drink beyond that time, they’ll have to do it upon the open deck so as to not disturb those who wishes to sleep. 

Practice self-restraint in the consumption of alcohol. If you fall off the boat by accident while drunk, that’s your problem.

Sexual misconduct or harassment of any kind is to be punished by throwing the offending crewmate overboard IMMEDIATELY.

Pillaging and robbing the poor or vulnerable is strictly prohibited. Steal from the rich, give to the poor.

BACKSTORY

Kaye’s real name is Lazala Tatozala, the illegitimate son of a nobleman who had an affair with a peasant bar lady. For the first few years of his life, his mother took care of him and raised him to be a morally upstanding person - until she one day succumbed to illness. He was later taken in to live with his father’s household. His father’s wife, a governor’s daughter, was furious to learn of her husband’s affair, and took a lot of her frustrations out on young Lazala, abusing him physically and mentally. About a year after Laz has moved into the family when he was just 6 summers old, the woman had a son - Rokozala Tatozala. 

The two boys had a strained relationship growing up - with Roko being pampered and treated with the love and affection from his birth mother and father that Laz never had. While Laz attempted to be a good big brother for Roko; feeding him what little food Laz was already allowed to have, offering to play with Roko, watching over Roko, Roko always kept his distance and was wary of Laz. Roko was taught by his mother that Laz was a lesser being - an unwanted bastard child who is unclean, and so grew up with the prejudice ingrained inside him. The older he grew, the more distant he became to his older brother.

Laz was one day visited by a mysterious man, a pirate captain who claimed to be Laz’s birth mother’s brother - making Laz his nephew. Though skeptical at first, the man took Laz to his old childhood home, and told the boy that he hadn’t known about his sister’s death until just recently since he’d spent the last several years sailing around the world.

His uncle told Laz all about his adventures as a pirate - free from the burdens of society, and offered to take Laz on board his crew and train him on how to be a pirate. Laz agreed. 

Now a teen, Laz spent the next several years under his uncle’s wing, training not only physically in combat from what he later learned was apparently one of the best fighters upon the seven seas, but also the tips and tricks of the pirate trade. He inherited his uncle’s moral code to never hurt the weak or innocent, and was later told that should anything ever happen to the captain, he would want Laz to take over his responsibilities. 

Wanting to leave behind his family and birth name, Laz went by the alias of Kaye and has since led his life as a wanderer of the seas.

OTHER HEADCANONS

Kaye is a master of a variety of weapons, using anything from daggers, cutlass, spears and axes to fight. He’s not as good when it comes to the use of firearms but he will use pistols and muskets if he has to.

Extremely agile, fast and strong. Has beaten a lot of people older than him in hand to hand combat.

Loves sweets but... they’re kind of a rarity to have on board. He doesn’t like alcohol, but puts up with drinking grog while he’s sailing. He’s never not sober - due in part to his careful consumption of alcohol as well as his high tolerance of it. 

He can read and write, but he’s not the most book smart person on board... and his vocabulary is somewhat limited.

Compared to his canon self, pirate captain Kaye swears more frequently and he’s become used to blurting out certain pirate lingo even when he’s speaking to non-pirates.

The ship Kaye inherited from his uncle wasn’t originally named the Noctilux, Kaye renamed it and the crew after his uncle met his end prematurely.

Despite what happened, Kaye doesn’t actually hate or hold a grudge against Roko - and a part of him blames himself for not having the courage to ask Roko to run away with him back when he was offered a place on his uncle’s ship; not that Roko would have agreed to anyway. 

Often refuses medical treatment because he believes the medical supplies should be saved for his crew. Often has to be dragged into the infirmary by Nanami and Illya by force to get his wounds treated.

[serahne]

I was tagged by @kaedees​, thanks !

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in any order), answer the questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better

I choose these 3!

Danganronpa

Death Note

And since I started liking it two weeks ago, TWEWY

The first character you loved!

Kyoko Kirigiri shot through my heart, and she is to blame. You don’t understand, guys. I walked away from dr1 being so in awe with her, and I missed her so much in sdr2.

Probably Light ? It’s been so long, but I think I really loved him even if my fav in middle school was Mello ( oh, sweet teenage rebellion )

Fight me, but Joshua. I had positive feelings for other characters before meeting him, like Shiki or Mr. Hanekoma, but I’m nothing if not weak, so yeah. Also I was already curious about him before playing ~

The character you never expected to love so much!

I really did a 180 when it comes to Hiyoko ? She was one of my least fav character when I played for the first time, because of her behaviour toward Mikan. I guess I tried to understand her more, though, and I really like her now.

Near or Misa, definitely. I honestly can’t remember if I fell into the misogynistic mindset of the fandom back in the day, but I really fell in love with her when I came back a few years ago. As for Near, I’m surprised by how much I love him, when compared to middle school.

I didn’t really care for the Reapears all that much at the beginning, but I ended up really liking Kariya and Uzuki at the end. They work very well as a team, and their personalities really stuck out.

The character you relate to most!

Well, it’s not secret but Hinata. Also Sonia, Kiyo, Mahiru. I’m quite the mix.

... absolutely no one ? Like, don’t get me wrong, I love all these characters, and they totally make sense etc... but they are completely unrelatable. Maybe Near, if I really have to pick one.

Man, once again, I don’t know. Maybe Hanekoma, as he is the ‘watcher’.

The character you’d slap!

I don’t really believe in violence to change one’s character so hum... I don’t know. Probably Teruteru because this is probably the only thing he could understand. Human!Nanami deserves a bunch of slaps for all the shit she says, too. And I have to admit, Kokichi is very slap-able, haha.

EVERYONE, just to see how they would react, pff. Mello is very slap-able, especially as a 14-years-old. This boy just threw his life away for a matter of pride, jesus.

Neku, like, 80% of the same ? This boy has a gift to piss me off. Minamimoto is also super annoying.

Three favourite characters (in order of preference)!

Hajime, Kyoko, Maki ( and Ko, because three is too harsh, come on )

Light, Misa, Near

Joshua, Hanekoma, Uzuki

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore!

Mmm, hard to say. I still like her, but Kaede being here only one chapter makes that I didn’t love her as much as I thought I would.

Matsuda is the designated cinnamon roll, but I’m just over his character, and I’m tired of the fandom claiming that he did nothing wrong, when he isn’t the more upstanding guy, okay.

Konichi looked super cool, but ended up being pretty disappointing in my opinion. I just expected something more from her character.

A character you did not like at first but do now!

I didn’t really have my eyes on Angie, but she is one of the good surprise of ndrv3. Same for Miu, actually. I couldn’t stand Toko in dr1, but she became a fav in drae, too.

Honestly the DN characters are pretty much what they are, haha. Maybe Near ? I was more or less in the ‘Near is basically L’s proxy’, and added to that that the second part of the anime was botched... he wasn’t a fav.

I blame KH for it, but I liked Rhyme’s character more in it than in TWEWY. She is also a character who would be central to a potential future sequel so... I like her, haha.

Three otp’s!

Koma/hina, Nae/giri, Platonic Shuichi/Kaito/Maki

Meronia, Lawlight, Platonic L/Light/Misa

I have complicated feelings for Joshneku, I like Uzuki/Kariya and uh... Eri/Shiki could be more developped, but it’s cute from what we see in the game. I wish we saw more, haha.

I’m honestly tagging whoever is bored and wants to do it ~