#Nanamin Yuuji and Ijichi on a mission!!!

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JJK Phantom Parade - The sound of raining and walking

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safe and sound — nanami kento.

“Who was that, Nanamin?” Yuuji asked hesitantly. “That was my wife.” Nanami explained to him, putting his phone away.  “It’s better if we talk about it on the way there. Come on, let’s get going. I don’t want the store to close on us.” “Huh?” “Huh? Itadori–kun, are you okay?” The shock is now more evident than ever before in Itadori Yuuji’s face. He was hysterical, stunned and dumbfounded. “What? Nanamin, you’re married? You have a wife? Huh?” "Itadori–kun, please calm down." he began, his voice steady but tinged with an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Yes, I am married."

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Gen, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Nanami, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Drama, Comfort, Falling In Love, Flirting, Fix-It, Humor, Domesticity, Family Life, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Idiots In Love, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Pining, Nanami Being A Great Husband;

WORDS: 6.9k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: im alive (hurray!!!); i've recovered a little bit, so i wrote this. hurray for the winning poll!!! i'm sorry it took this long to post. i hope you enjoy it as much i did writing it!!! i'll be writing pasilyo and seeing you in the upcoming days~ i love you all <3

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IT WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING, THE AFTERMATH. Every mission felt different. Every mission left a different taste, a different texture, a different feeling. And this wasn’t something that Nanami Kento was unfamiliar with. If he was being honest, he’d experienced all the sorts of emotions that come with being a Jujutsu sorcerer. But it was new to Itadori Yuuji. And it was devastating to watch.

It was almost as though the blond had returned to those days, that misery when Haibara Yu had died. He could remember being just as lost, being just as disgruntled and grievous. Every bit of it returned in a flash as he stood there, watching Yuuji grapple with the fresh wound of loss.

Itadori-kun hasn’t spoken since yesterday, not since they talked. But Nanami Kento had expected it as much. What does one say after such a tragedy? The boy who had died, the one named Junpei—he was a comfort to Yuuji. He didn’t know Junpei as well as Yuuji did, but he knew that he was just a kid. A kid who was robbed of his life, of a chance.

Nanami’s heart ached with a familiar pain as he watched Itadori Yuuji, who was sitting on the ground with his knees drawn to his chest, staring blankly ahead. It was an all-too-familiar sight, one that he had seen reflected in his own mirror years ago. The silence between them was thick, filled with the unspoken sorrow that hung heavily in the air.

He sighed as he saw the boy still at the edge of the school’s steps. His shoulders slumped and eyes fixed on the ground. The battle with the curse Mahito had taken its toll on everyone, but it seemed to have hit Yuuji the hardest. With Gojo Satoru still away on his overseas mission and Gojo Genmei's whereabouts uncertain, Nanami Kento felt the weight of responsibility settling heavily on his own shoulders. He couldn’t leave the boy alone. Not like this. He could see it in the young boy’s eyes. He needs relief, peace of mind. 

Ieiri Shoko and Kiyotaka Ijichi were good people, but Nanami knew they weren’t what Itadori-kun needed right now. Shoko was burdened with her own responsibilities, cleaning up the mess that curse left behind. Her duties as the school's medic were already overwhelming, and adding Yuuji's emotional turmoil to her plate would be unfair. Ijichi, on the other hand, was exhausted from going back and forth between missions, assisting wherever he was needed. He needed rest, not more stress.

Nanami sighed, racking his brain for a solution. No one else was to know that Itadori Yuuji was alive—that was what Gojo Satoru had insisted on. It was dangerous to reveal Yuuji's survival, especially with the higher-ups likely to come after him. They wouldn't hesitate to use Yuuji as a pawn in their political games, and Nanami couldn't allow that to happen.

The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Nanami's shoulders. If he failed to ensure Yuuji's well-being, it would be his fault. He couldn’t bear the thought of failing another young sorcerer, not after what had happened to Haibara. The memory of his own anguish, his own failure, was still too vivid, too painful.

As Nanami watched Yuuji sitting despondently, he felt a surge of determination. This boy, who had been thrust into a world of curses and death, needed guidance and protection. It wasn’t a sin, to be a child who needs protection from the cruel world. He needed someone, something. To live, to breathe. To be relieved.  And it was up to Nanami to provide that. He would not let Itadori Yuuji fall into despair or danger. 

He approached Yuuji, who was still staring at the ground, lost in his own grief. "Itadori–kun." he said softly, trying to reach through the boy’s sorrow. "Are you alright?”

Yuuji looked up, his eyes empty and haunted. "O–oh, I’m fine, Nanamin. Please don’t worry about me—”

"I’d rather you be honest with me, Itadori–kun." Nanami replied. "I know you're hurting. And I know it feels like you’re alone. But you’re not. You should not burden yourself with this anymore than you should.”

Yuuji’s gaze dropped again, and Nanami felt a pang of sympathy. The boy had been through so much in such a short time. He needed someone to anchor him, to help him navigate the turbulent waters of his emotions and the dangerous world he now inhabited.

“But Nanamin…”

Haibara used to make that face too, Nanami thinks. That same expression of guilt and self-doubt, as if he hadn’t done enough, as if he should have been better. He could see it now, in Yuuji’s eyes. The weight of regret and the burden of what-ifs.

“I just…” Yuuji’s voice cracked, his words trailing off. The pain and uncertainty were clear, and Nanami’s heart ached with understanding.

"Gojo-san trusts you. And so do I," Nanami said, his eyes softening as he met Yuuji’s troubled gaze. "You’ve shown incredible strength and resilience, Itadori–kun. I told you that yesterday. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. It’s okay to grieve."

Yuuji’s lower lip trembled, and he bit down on it, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “But what if… what if I’m not strong enough? What if I fail again?”

Nanami shook his head slowly. “Strength isn’t about never failing, Itadori–kun. It’s about getting back up, even when you’ve fallen. It’s about continuing to fight, even when it seems impossible. You’re stronger than you think, and you don’t have to do this alone.”

The boy looked down, his hands gripping his knees tightly. “Junpei… he was my friend. And I couldn’t save him.”

Nanami’s grip on Yuuji’s shoulder tightened, offering a silent promise of support. “We can’t always save everyone. But we honor them by continuing to fight for others, by becoming better, stronger. Junpei–kun wouldn’t want you to give up. He’d want you to keep going, to keep trying.”

A tear slipped down Yuuji’s cheek, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. “I just… I don’t know if I can.”

“You can,” Nanami assured him. “And you will. Little by little. You can do it, Itadori–kun.”

Itadori Yuuji didn’t respond immediately, but Nanami Kento could see a flicker of something—hope, maybe—in his eyes. It was a start. Little by little. He could feel the boy’s breathing become more even. He could see his features relax slightly, the tension he had vanishing. Nanami thinks that he’ll cry again, when Nanami isn’t there. But perhaps, this was enough. Seeing him be reassured once again, that it wasn’t his fault.  Maybe one day, Nanami Kento would see him smile genuinely again.

WHENEVER HE SEES YOUR NAME ON SCREEN, HE SMILES.When he heard the familiar melody of his ringtone, Nanami Kento excused himself from Itadori–kun and walked off to a more private area. The buzzing seclusion of Tokyo Jujutsu High’s main stairwell faded as he found a quiet corner. He felt a pang of guilt for not replying to you much earlier. He can only think how much you were thinking about him, with a worried heart. He knew you understood, especially during times when he was on missions. But he thinks that understanding can only go so far. His job after all was something that was hard to grasp with relief. 

But you knew the demands of his work as a sorcerer, when he told you about it years and years ago. He wouldn’t leave the work, you know that much. So you let it be. As long as he came home to you, that was fine. And so, it has always been fine when you don’t get a text between some days. All these years, you had never pressured him about not replying or calling. The same understanding applied when you were engrossed in your manuscripts during writing season. 

At times, Nanami Kento wishes he could be a better husband for you. A husband that you deserve. A husband that’s always there to coddle you, to take care of you, to love you. He thinks about it sometimes, if he were a househusband. He could commit his life to taking care of you, the way you had always done for him. Maybe one day he’d get that chance. Maybe he’d finally be able to return your love for him in a way that was true to loving you.

“Hello, my love.” he greeted, trying to keep his tone cheerful. “I’m sorry for not replying to you sooner.

“Kento, baby! I’m so glad I caught you.” you replied, your voice warm and bright. He loves it. He adores it when he hears that excited pitch. He was happiest when he could hear your voice. “I haven’t heard from you all day.  I hope everything’s been alright at work, baby.”

Nanami Kento hesitated for a moment. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had almost died yesterday, that the mission had been far more dangerous than anticipated. He didn’t want to worry you. He doesn’t like it when he stresses you out. You were in enough pressure for your deadlines, he didn’t want to add to that.

“Yes, everything’s fine, love.” he said, forcing a smile even though you couldn’t see it. “Just a bit busy, you know how it is.”

You sighed on the other end of the line, a sound filled with understanding and concern. “I know. I just worry about you sometimes. I’m a worry wart, you know?”

“I know you do, my love.” Nanami replied softly. “But I’m alright, really. I did well and survived. I’m okay. That’s all that matters.”

You sighed tenderly. ‘I suppose so. I think that’s always enough for me. Knowing that you’re well.”

“Exactly. So, my love. Enough about me. Tell me, how was your day? Did you finish your manuscript for the new book?” He thinks that he could see your smile, even from a phone call. If there’s anything that makes him feel warm inside, it’s your smile.

There was a brief pause, and you laughed. “Yes, I did! It was a lot of work, but I finally finished it well. Before the deadline! Which means, no editor coming into our house to take me away from you! I’m really happy with how it turned out. I spent most of the day taking in the words I wrote and making sure everything was perfect.”

Nanami listened as you shared the details of your day, his heart lifting with every word you spoke. Your voice was animated and full of excitement, a soothing balm to his weary soul. He could picture you in the kitchen, eyes sparkling as you talked about finishing your manuscript and experimenting with new recipes. He asked questions, genuinely interested in every detail, finding comfort in the normalcy of your conversation.

As he listened, he was struck by the stark contrast between the world you described and the chaos he had faced earlier. Your day, filled with the mundane but meaningful tasks of editing and cooking, felt like a distant haven from the danger and uncertainty that had engulfed him. It was in these moments, when he could hear the warmth and love in your voice, that he found his grounding.

Nanami Kento often marveled at how deeply he loved you. It was a love that had grown over time, a steady flame that had become an essential part of his existence. Despite the tumultuous nature of his work, you were his constant, his anchor in a sea of unpredictability. Your unwavering support and understanding were the bedrock of his strength, and he cherished every bit of it.

In a world where so much was uncertain, your love was a rare and precious constant. It was the reason he fought so hard, the reason he pulled through the darkest moments. Your voice was a reminder of why he endured the risks and dangers of his profession. It was the promise of coming home to a place where he was loved and valued, no matter how challenging the world outside might be.

As you continued to talk, Nanami Kento felt a profound sense of gratitude. He knew that he could face any challenge, knowing that you were waiting for him at home. Your support gave him the strength to confront the darkness and emerge stronger. And in that quiet, shared moment over the phone, he felt an overwhelming appreciation for you, his partner, his love, and his greatest source of comfort.

“And then I took a break and made that recipe we found a while back!” you continued, giggling at the end. 

You were always like this, when you were excited about something that had turned out well. Nanami Kento thinks that he can only feel like his heart is going to burst whenever you talk like this, like you were sunshine itself in his cloudy days. 

“I can’t wait for you to come home, baby. You would enjoy it well!”

He chuckled softly. “I’m looking forward to it. It sounds delicious.”

You laughed, the sound light and musical. “I’ll make it for you when you get home. Just promise me you’ll be safe until then, okay?”

“I promise, my love. “Kento said, his voice sincere. “I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“That’s great!” You cheered on the other line. “I can cook it right away. I’m sure it will be ready by the time you get home.”

Nanami was about to reply when Itadori Yuuji walked in. The boy with fuschia hair started to speak but quickly realized that Nanami was on a call and fell silent. His face started to turn red as he blubbered a weak apology, as he turned around and started to walk off. Nanami shakes his head and puts his hand on his shoulder. Yuuji looks as though he was going to explode from embarrassment, mouthing to Nanami to let him go. But since he was here, he might as well introduce you to the boy.

Nanami Kento was private about his life. He rarely talked about how he was a proud married man. But it wasn’t because he was embarrassed. If anything, he would like to brag about you to the world. How you had the loveliest singing voice. How your cooking was the best he had ever tasted. How your words were always the warmest to hear. But he didn’t think he needed to share you with the world. Your presence was his sanctuary, a secret haven where he could retreat from the chaos of his duties.

In the quiet moments at home, when the world outside seemed a distant memory, he would listen to you hum a tune as you prepared dinner, your melody weaving a tapestry of comfort and familiarity. The aroma of your cooking filled the air, a symphony of flavors that spoke of love and care in every bite. And when you spoke, your voice gentle and soothing, it was as if the weight of his burdens lifted, replaced by a warmth that radiated from your every word.

Nanami didn’t need to share these moments with anyone else. They were his to treasure in this life, this little life he’s built with you. In your eyes, he found a reflection of the man he aspired to be – strong, yet tender; stoic, yet deeply affectionate. And in your embrace, he found the peace he so often sought in a world that demanded so much of him.

To the world, he was Nanami Kento, a formidable sorcerer and a man of few words. But to you, he was simply Kento, your beloved husband who cherished every moment spent in your presence. And that, he believed, was more than enough.

But he supposed, at least today, you would get known to the world.

“Who was that, Kento, baby?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

Nanami smiled slightly. “This is Itadori Yuuji, a student at Jujutsu High. I’m looking after him right now, for Gojo  and his wife.”

He could feel the pitch get higher. That excitement in your voice, it never gets old to him. “Oh, bring him over for dinner, baby. I’m sure there’s enough food for us to share. Maybe even more.”

Yuuji looked even more flustered, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t want to impose on you at all…”

“Nonsense, Yuu–chan! Can I call you that, Yuu–chan? I think it suits you well!” 

“Y–yes, that’s fine.” The boy uttered back, his lips trembling. “I–I don’t mind at all.”

“My! He sounds like a darling, baby.” You gushed happily. “I’d love to have him over for dinner with us, baby. It would be more lively.”

“Hm, I think so too.” He hums as he looks at Itadori. “Itadori–kun, you are welcome at our house.”

“I….I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Yuu–chan. We’ll be glad to have you.” You cooed on the other line. “Oh, baby. I think it’s going to be chilly tonight, so you might as well grab some miso paste before you get back home. It would be nice.”

Nanami nodded. “Alright. Is there anything else that you want me to grab?”

“I think something for the soup! I’ll text you the details.” You say to him. “But, baby, I’ll start cooking in a bit, so I’ll hang up.”

“You should. Remember the last time when you were cooking on call?”

He could feel the heat from your cheeks miles away. That incident will never leave you, you think. “T–that was one time, you know! And it ended on a happier note. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Hm, I suppose so.” He smiles at the phone. “I’ll be home in a bit, with Itadori–kun. I love you.”

“I love you too. See you soon, Kento!” You blew a kiss through the phone, and Nanami felt a little flustered as he ended the call.

Clearing his throat, he turned to Yuuji, who looked both embarrassed and curious. There were few people who knew he was married, let alone how much softer and brighter he became when it came to his wife. And now, Itadori Yuuji seems to be one of them.

Nanami's stern facade cracked ever so slightly as he met the young sorcerer's gaze. Yuuji's eyes were wide with a mix of surprise and wonder, clearly grappling with the unexpected revelation. Nanami could almost see the gears turning in the boy's head, trying to reconcile the image of the strict, no-nonsense mentor with the man who evidently harbored a deep, abiding love for someone special.

Kento sighed, pursing his lips. This was bound to happen, he supposed. The gods would make it happen, one way or another. He had always been careful, keeping his personal life meticulously separate from his professional duties. But perhaps it was inevitable that, sooner or later, the two worlds would collide.

“Who was that, Nanamin?” Yuuji asked hesitantly.

“That was my wife.” Nanami explained to him, putting his phone away.  “It’s better if we talk about it on the way there. Come on, let’s get going. I don’t want the store to close on us.”

“Huh?”

“Huh? Itadori–kun, are you okay?”

The shock is now more evident than ever before in Itadori Yuuji’s face. He was hysterical, stunned and dumbfounded. “What? Nanamin, you’re married? You have a wife? Huh?”

"Itadori–kun, please calm down." he began, his voice steady but tinged with an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Yes, I am married."

Yuuji blinked, processing the confirmation. He finds his composure and starts smiling. "Wow, Nanamin, I didn't know... I mean, you never mentioned it. But I should—Congratulations on your marriage!”

Nanami nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what to say as the young fuchsia-haired boy started clapping like it was a newly finished wedding reception. The sound of Yuuji's enthusiastic applause filled the air, an unexpected burst of joy that contrasted sharply with the usual solemnity of their conversations.

This kid has too much energy in him, now that he’s out of that dark headspace, Nanami thought, observing Yuuji's bright, expressive face. The transformation in the boy was remarkable; gone was the haunted look that had shadowed his eyes not so long ago. Instead, Yuuji was brimming with vitality, his spirit seemingly unbreakable despite the hardships he had faced.

But Kento thinks that it’s for the best. It’s hard to be in such a dark place. Levity should be welcomed. In a world where curses and battles often cast long shadows, moments of light-heartedness were precious. Nanami Kento had always believed in the importance of balance, of relief and seeing Itadory Yuuji so full of life reminded him of why he fought—to protect the innocence and joy that still existed in the world. 

"I don't often talk about it.” Nanami says softly. “Not because I am ashamed or unwilling, but because...well, my wife is a part of my life that I prefer to keep private. Our moments together are precious to me."

Yuuji's curiosity seemed to override his embarrassment. "Your wife must be really amazing, Nanamin!" he ventured, his tone sincere and full of admiration. “Your wife seems to make you very happy!”

"My love certainly does." Nanami replied, his expression softening as he thought of you. "My wife is my sanctuary, my peace in a turbulent world. I’m lucky to be blessed.”

Yuuji smiled, clearly moved by the rare glimpse into Nanami's personal life. "That sounds incredible, Nanamin. I think it's great that you have someone like that."

Nanami gave a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in Yuuji's words. But he cleared his throat, feeling a bit of heat rise to his face as the young boy grinned at him. "Thank you, Itadori-kun." he said, his voice steady yet softer than usual. "Now, let’s make our way. It’ll be hard to find a store open late."

Yuuji’s grin widened, but he nodded obediently, falling into step beside Nanami. "Right, Nanamin! Let’s get moving."

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, Nanami couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Despite the vulnerability of revealing a part of his personal life, he found solace in Yuuji’s reaction. He thinks his reaction was endearing, too. Nanami Kento thinks that he realizes the extent of the boy’s unfiltered happiness. It was like a deep uncharted ocean. But it was nice, how warm it was, his genuine response. 

Nanami Kento thinks that learning more about being an adult is because of Itadori Yuuji than anything else. And he thinks that’s lovely, and perhaps you will think the same. The children are the future, after all. And their joys will always be  a reminder of the simple joys that still existed, even amidst their perilous world. Perhaps that’s why Gojo Satoru gave him the boy. Gojo’s always been astute about that sort of thing, but Nanami thinks that he doesn’t have the capability of saying it out loud.

"Say Nanamin," Yuuji began, his tone conversational, more casual than before. Comfortable. "What's your wife’s favorite thing to cook?"

Nanami glanced at Yuuji, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, my wife has a knack for many dishes, but my wife’s favorite to cook is a traditional Japanese meal. My wife loves making it, and I must admit, it’s my favorite to eat. Perhaps more than Danish or Filipino dishes.”

Yuuji's eyes sparkled with interest. "That sounds amazing! Do you ever help out in the kitchen?"

Nanami releases a small laugh, the sound carrying a warmth that feels foreign yet welcome. Yuuji thinks that he feels like he is going to smile wider. Happiness looks good in Nanamin’s face. "I do, when I can. I take days off sometimes. But my wife likes doing most of the cooking. My wife says that I’m more of a hindrance than help, though. But it’s the effort that counts, or so my wife tells me."

Yuuji laughed, the sound bright and full of life. "I bet you’re better than you think, Nanamin. It sounds like you two have a lot of fun together."

Nanami’s expression softened, the memories of their shared moments filling him with a gentle warmth. "We do. I’m happy to say that." he admitted, his voice quiet but filled with affection. "In those moments, everything else fades away. It’s just us, and that’s more than enough."

THE SMELL OF GRILLED SALMON MADE NANAMI HAPPY. You were always a much better cook than him, he thinks. He always looked forward to coming home and having a nice hearty meal when you made it for him. The thought of your cooking brought a soft smile to his face as he and Yuuji navigated through the ryokan. He gently handed the young boy slippers, which was returned by a gentle smile and a whispered thanks.

The weight of the day seemed to melt away as he stepped further into the warm embrace of your shared home. The familiar, comforting aroma of your cooking wafted through the air, mingling with the soft, ambient sounds of home. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and danger he faced daily, a sanctuary that he cherished more than anything.

Loosening his tie, he took a moment to simply stand in the hallway, eyes closed, breathing in the scents and sounds that spoke of love and normalcy. Each time he returned, he was reminded of just how much these simple, everyday moments meant to him. It wasn’t just the meals or the comfort of the house—it was you. Your presence was the balm to his weary soul, the light that guided him through the darkest of times.

As he walked toward the kitchen, he could hear you humming softly to yourself, a tune that brought a smile to his face. He paused at the doorway. He was going to take in this moment. Itadori Yuuji was just behind him. Both of them take in the sound of your tender humming. Kento was sure that you were also gracefully dancing on the other side, expertly preparing dinner. There was something almost magical in the way you worked, turning ordinary ingredients into something extraordinary. It wasn’t just food; it was an expression of your love and care, a daily reminder of how much you meant to each other.

He walks and then stops for a moment, where a wall separates the dining room and the kitchen. Nanami Kento often marveled at how effortlessly you could turn simple ingredients into something extraordinary. The kitchen was your domain, where you wielded spices and herbs with the same precision he applied to exorcizing curses. He watches as your humming intensifies as you move around the kitchen, your movements lively and excited.

There was a particular comfort in the routine you had established together in these many years of marriage. He enjoyed it, every single time. After a long, arduous day, he would come home to the welcoming warmth of your embrace and the tantalizing aromas wafting from the kitchen. You had a way of making every meal special, infusing each dish with a warmth that spoke of your love and care. He knew he was lucky, every single day — to be in your loving arms, to be cared for and adored by you.

As he walked toward the kitchen, he could hear you humming softly to yourself, a tune that brought a smile to his face. He paused at the doorway, taking in the sight of you moving gracefully, expertly preparing dinner. There was something almost magical in the way you worked, turning ordinary ingredients into something extraordinary. It wasn’t just food; it was an expression of your love and care, a daily reminder of how much you meant to each other.

Clearing his throat, your Kento stepped into the kitchen. "It smells amazing, my love." he said, his voice warm with affection.

You turned around, startled, and your cheeks flushed as you saw him standing there. "Kento, baby! I didn’t hear you come in." you said, quickly setting down the spoon you were holding. Then you noticed Yuuji standing behind him, grinning widely, and your blush deepened. "Oh! Yuu–chan, welcome. I–I’m sorry you had to see me in that state! My humming must have been so loud!"

Yuuji gave you a cheerful wave. "Hello, Mrs. Nanami! I didn’t mean to intrude, but Nanamin invited me over."

You wiped your hands on a towel, trying to regain your composure. "It’s no trouble at all. And please, you don’t have to be formal with me. You’re always welcome here, Yuu–chan!"

Nanami watched as Yuuji smiled wider at your response. He stepped closer to you, his presence calming your flustered nerves.  "Your humming was great." he said softly, his eyes filled with affection. “I’m home, my love.”

You smiled up at him, the embarrassment fading away in the warmth of his gaze. "I’m glad you’re home, Kento." you replied, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Yuuji watched the interaction with a happy grin. "You two are so cute, Nana–san!" he said, unable to hide his delight. 

You laughed, the sound light and happy. Kento didn’t know how to feel with the nickname that Yuuji gave you, but if you were happy about it, then he doesn’t think it’s anything to be having a fuss over.  "Thank you, Yuu–chan. Why don’t you take a seat? You must be so hungry! Oh, you should eat a lot. You seem to be getting thin! Come here and wash up. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Thank you, Nana–san!”

You grinned. “Oh, it’s my pleasure! Now go and wash up. Have a good warm one, okay? Ah, and the towels and some clothes are in a cabinet in front of the bathroom!”

Yuuji grinned and waved at you and Kento before he headed over to the direction you pointed and left. Kento crossed his arms and sighed. You were still smiling. “I’m glad you took that boy home. He seems to be such a lovely young man, Kento.”

“Hm. Itadori–kun’s a good kid.”

“Like Megumi–kun, hm?”

“Well, Fushiguro–kun’s a different sort of kid.”

As you turned back to the stove with an agreeable hum, your husband stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You smile as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Do you need any help?" he asked, his voice a low murmur in your ear.

You leaned back against him, savoring the feeling of his embrace. "Just keep me company," you said softly. "That’s all I need."

“How was your day?”

“It's really good.” You whisper to your husband, satisfied. “I finished my manuscript. I sent it to my editor. I’m just waiting for feedback.”

“What did you do for the rest of the day?” He asked softly, his eyes shifting to look at you tenderly. “I hope you rested. You must have worked through the manuscript without taking a break again, hm?”

It was quick for him to pick up on your ears turning red. He was right. “....I did sleep, you know. I rested a lot after. I knew you would be worried if I didn’t.”

“Ah, so that’s why you didn’t reply to my text.”

“Huh, what do you think I was doing?” You pouted as you looked at him. 

He grins. “I thought you were crying about your 3D man on Twitter again.”

You blush even harder. “Ahhhh, Kento! I wasn’t, I was sleeping!”

“Hm, that’s a win for me then.”

“You tease, you!”

Itadori Yuuji had gotten out of the shower and stopped his tracks when he saw the two of you bantering. It was something interesting to see. So far, he’d only known the blond to be stern and stoic, perhaps serious and strict too. But he could not help but feel warmth when he saw how he is with you, his wife. He could only watch with a mix of admiration and amusement as Nanami Kento stayed close to you as you finished preparing the meal. 

At times, Yuuji could not help wondering if his mother and father had ever done something like this. If he was being honest, he doesn’t remember much about his parents. And grandpa really didn’t talk much about them when he was growing up. But Yuuji still liked to imagine. He liked to imagine a warm, happy home. Where his parents were there, waiting for him. With a warm meal, a loving hug and a laughing face. 

For a moment, he couldn’t help but imagine that this was home. That this was his own little happy home. With a mother and a father that loved each other, with a warm meal on the way for his belly and a tender greeting with that laughing face for him. Itadori Yuuji thinks that maybe just this once, even just tonight, he’d like to keep this moment as it was and carve it in his memory. 

You were the first to notice that he had returned. You turned around as Kento moved away. You were still a bit flustered but smiled at him. “Did you have a good shower, Yuu–chan? Dinner’s almost ready, you can sit down!”

Yuuji smiled widely. “Yes, I did! Thank you for welcoming me again, Nana–san.”

You waved him off. “Oh, don’t even think about it, Yuu–chan. We’re glad to have you here!”

“Itadori–kun, come here.” Nanami calls to him, waving for him to come. “Help me set up the table for the meal.”

“Yes, of course, Nanamin!” He nodded, immediately coming over.

They settled the table as you began putting the dishes on the plates. You grinned as you turned to set the dishes on the table, your heart swelling with affection as you watched your husband indulge Yuuji in a conversation about how to properly plate a table. Yuuji, with his usual wide-eyed curiosity, listened intently as Nanami explained the intricacies of table setting—how the forks and knives should be arranged, the importance of the right glassware, and even the subtle art of folding napkins.

You could see the delight in Yuuji’s eyes as he absorbed every detail, and it warmed your chest to see Kenyto share his knowledge so patiently. It was clear that Kento was savoring this moment quietly, enjoying the chance to mentor and connect with Yuuji in this simple yet meaningful way. His usual reserved demeanor softened into something more tender and nurturing, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of happiness.

The kitchen was alive with the sounds of your evening together—laughter, the clinking of utensils, and the occasional lighthearted banter. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the challenges Nanami faced outside. You moved around the table, placing the final touches on the meal, while the two of them continued their engaging discussion.

"See, Itadori–kun." Nanami said, demonstrating the correct way to position a knife beside the plate. "The blade should always face inward, toward the plate. It’s a small detail, but it makes a big difference."

Yuuji nodded, his expression one of earnest concentration. "Got it! I’ll have to remember that. Thanks for the tips, Nanamin."

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched them. The sight of Kento imparting his knowledge with such care and Yuuji absorbing it with enthusiasm filled you with a profound sense of contentment. It was moments like these that reminded you of the beauty of simple connections, the joy of sharing everyday experiences, and the happiness that came from seeing the people you loved come together.

As you finished setting the table, you joined the conversation, your voice blending with theirs in easy harmony. The meal was ready, and the table was set with all the care Kento had described. The three of you chatted effortlessly, the conversation flowing naturally between you. Yuuji asked questions, Nanami answered with a mixture of expertise and humor, and you added your own touches to the discussion.

The kitchen was filled with laughter and the clinking of dishes, creating a symphony of warmth and joy. As you all sat down to enjoy the meal, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of fulfillment. The love and connection you shared with Nanami, now extended to Yuuji in these small, everyday moments, made you realize just how precious and meaningful these times were.

In the midst of the shared meal, as the conversation continued and the laughter echoed through the room, you felt incredibly grateful. The sight of Nanami treating Yuuji with such kindness, the ease of their interactions, and the warmth of your home created a beautiful tapestry of everyday joy. And as you looked around the table, surrounded by the people you loved, you knew that these were the moments you would cherish forever.

As the meal drew to a close, you noticed that Yuuji’s eyes were beginning to droop. The day's excitement and the hearty dinner had taken their toll. You glanced at your husband, who met your gaze with a knowing smile.

“Yuu–chan.” you said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s getting late, and you must be tired. Why don’t you head to the guest room and get some rest? You’re welcome to stay the night if you’d like.”

Yuuji blinked, a little surprised but clearly pleased. “Oh, really? I didn’t mean to impose, Nana–san…”

“You’re not imposing at all, Yuu–chan.” you reassured him with a warm smile. “You’re always welcome here. Always. We’d be happy to have you stay.”

Yuuji’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “Thank you so much! I’d love to stay. It’s been a while since I had a home-cooked meal like this, and spending time with you both has been really nice.”

Kento nodded, his expression tender. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. The guest room is all set for you. Let me show you where it is.”

As your husband led Yuuji toward the guest room, you decided to go on ahead and tidy up the table and cleaned the remaining dishes before your husband came back. Your husband always insists on doing it, but he is already tired.It feels nice for you, you think — to make sure that the home is clean for your lovely husband to relax in. The sounds of their footsteps and quiet conversation in the hallway were a comforting backdrop to your evening chores. They still must be talking upstairs, if they were still walking about. A few minutes later, your husband returned, his demeanor still soft and content.

“You know you didn’t have to wash it up, my love.” He presses a kiss on your cheek as you dry your hands. “I would have wanted to do it.”

You smile at him. “I know, but I wanted to do it. You deserve some rest.”

“So do you.” He sighs, growing softer as he looks at you. “I’ll do it tomorrow, hm? The whole day.”

You playfully roll your eyes, smiling wider. “Fine, if you insist.”

He smiles. “Good.”

“So, how is Yuu–chan?” You asked as you started untying your apron. “He must be exhausted.”

“Hm. He’s about to get ready for bed. He didn’t sleep much yesterday, so he should start to fall asleep soon.”

You sighed. “Poor boy. Well, he can stay as much as he likes. I doubt Sato–chan would be home early to pick him up again. Let him stay with us until then.”

“That’s what I told Gojo.”

“Good.” You smiled at him. “Then I could continue to cook for him. Pamper him, even!”

“You really made Itadori–kun’s night, my love.” Nanami said, his voice filled with appreciation. “He looked genuinely happy.”

You smiled at your husband. “He’s a good kid. I’m glad we could make him feel at home. It’s nice to share our home with someone who means so much to you. And well, someone who is dear to me now too.”

Kento walked closer to you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Thank you for making him feel welcome. I know it means a lot to him. And to me.”

You rested your head against his chest, savoring the warmth of his hug. “It’s what family is all about. And you know, it’s nice to have another person to share our home with.”

As you both stood there, the tranquility of the evening enveloping you, Nanami kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go check on him before we head to bed. It’s always nice to say goodnight.”

You nodded, and together you walked down the hallway to the guest room. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see Yuuji already settling in, his face relaxed and content. The blacket was covering him well enough. It was a cold night, so you were at least glad for that. You smiled at him.

“Hi, Yuu–chan. We just wanted to come up and say goodnight.” you said softly, peeking into the room. “Sleep well, hm? As much as you like, it’s okay. Remember, you have a home here with Kento and I whenever you want.”

Yuuji looked up, his eyes bright with gratitude. “Thank you, Nana–san, really. I’ll definitely take you up on that whenever I can. Nanamin already said the same thing, but really….I’m grateful to both of you.”

You smiled at him warmly. For a moment, Yuuji thinks that it would be a smile that only loving mothers can pull off. “Of course, don’t worry. Good night, Yuu–chan. Get some rest.”

With a final wave and a warm smile, you and Kento quietly closed the door and made your way back to your own room. The house felt even more like a home with Yuuji’s presence. And you were glad for it. As you looked at your husband, you knew that he felt the same way. You leaned against him, satisfied, happily. This was a happy night.

epilogue 

The warmth of the evening lingered, and you felt a happy contentment settle over you as you changed into your pajamas. Nanami Kento was already in bed, propped up against the pillows and reading a book. You slid under the covers next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Kento, baby." you said, your tone light and playful. “I have thoughts I wanna say out loud.”

"Hmm?" He glanced down at you, his expression softening. “What are they about, my love?”

"I’ve been thinking, you know….I don’t think it’s crazy to think this, what I’m thinking." you began, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Maybe we should adopt Yuu–chan."

Nanami blinked, clearly taken aback. "Adopt Itadori–kun?"

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. "Yes, he’s such a sweet boy, Kento. And he already seems like part of the family. Plus, he clearly adores you. And you clearly adore him. I’m sure it’s mutual between him and I. So, we might as well make it happen!”

Nanami chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You do realize he’s already got Gojo as his current guardian, right? I doubt the higher–ups will allow us to take Itadori–kun.”

You pouted. "Yes, but think about it. I’m sure Sato–chan can convince everyone to make us Yuu–chan’s parents.  He’d bring so much energy into the house. Imagine all the laughter and fun. And you’d get to give him more life advice about girls, well even boys. I’m sure we’ll love him no matter what, you know?”

Kento closed his book, setting it aside. "And what would you get out of this arrangement?"

"Oh, just the joy of seeing you two bond even more. Being his mother…." you said with a laugh. "And maybe some help with the cooking. I can think some more, I’m sure.”

Kento shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "You’re incorrigible, my love.”

"But you love me still, hm?" you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"That I do, my love." he agreed, wrapping his arm around you. "But I think we should leave the adopting to those who don’t have to face curses every day."

You sighed dramatically, still pouting. "Fine, fine. But I still think it’s a good idea."

Kento laughed, pulling you closer. "Maybe we can settle for having him over for dinner more often. How does that sound?"

You snuggled into his embrace, your smile widening. "Perfect. And who knows, maybe he’ll start calling you his dad! And me, his mom!”

Kento groaned playfully. "Now that’s a terrifying thought."

You laughed, the sound mingled with his, and the two of you drifted off to sleep, the warmth of your love and the lightheartedness of your conversation wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

“But maybe when you retire….”

“......I’ll think about it.”

“I love you so much!” You say, kissing his shoulder. 

You hear him sigh, content. “I love you too.”

facts about nanami and his wife:

kento thinks that he fits being a house-husband. he likes the idea of taking care of his wife, so he thinks that he'd be great at it. he's thought about quitting sorcery to be a house-husband.

yuuji becomes a staple in your house. the guest room he used became his regular bedroom at the house. you buy clothes you think would suit him often and put it in his drawers. when he can't stay for the night, you indulge a long dinner.

these dinners lasting long into the night leads into yuuji not going home to the dorms at all and a long phone call between kento and yaga.

kento's mother and grandmother send your recipes to try almost daily. you guys maintain a group chat without the men in your lives. you enjoy it a lot, when you vent about your editor.

your editor always has a hard time with you keeping up with deadlines and because your editor's stric. sometimes, he brings out a picture of kento looking disappointed at you and you cry harder.

you still continue to ask kento to adopt yuuji because you really love him a lot. it would be easier if he was your son!!!

[tsukimefuku]

✎ᝰ. jujutsu partners au masterlist

mdni | canon divergence | multigenre | nanami x reader x higuruma

cross posting: on ao3 here.

ᝰ summary: ten years after a mission gone bad in which gojo and nanami saved your life, you go — against your will — to work at jujutsu high as a sorcerer. you just never hoped this would elicit working alongside partners, and getting too close to them might turn out messy. this is a sequence of one-shots set in the same canon divergent alternate universe, in which Reader is a sorcerer with a considerably complicated relationship with Jujutsu High.

ᝰ important info: they're all written and posted in a non-linear fashion. To keep some organized way of reading them all, the fics are listed in chronological order below. Writing in this is kind of experimental, so writing style might differ from one story to another.

ᝰ a/n: blue for Nanami focused stories | orange for Higuruma focused stories | both for both | stories with other characters have no particular color.

+ Disclaimers

- CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT. Do not proceed unless 18+! - Contains angst, fluff, and slow burn. - There will be more multi chapter short stories. - The one-shots are listed in chronological order. - I write flawed characters — and when I say flawed, I mean FLAWED. They can (and sometimes will) be idiots, assholes, mess up, make mistakes and make up. This is an important one, please don't ignore it. - I’ve decided this will be an actual triangle (fight me)

+ One-shots, short-stories and drabbles (in chronological order of events)

Stories below will be tagged as follows:

💛 Fluff and/or Comfort | 💔 Angst and/or Hurt | 😂 Crack and/or Comedy | 💋 Romance | 🌶️ Smut and/or clear mentions of | 💥Action and/or canon-typical violence

To be loved is to be changed (light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛😂 The day you arrived at Jujutsu High and encountered friends from the past.

These silly little memories (light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛😂 You reminisce about the past while chatting with Ijichi and Yuuji.

In my shoes (light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💥💔💛 You get severely injured while on one of your first missions with Nanami.

Tea for your thoughts (light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛 Soft drabble where you receive tea waking up after a terrible night.

Valentine's Day and dark chocolate (light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛 You bought a box of chocolates you don't really like.

Would you let me die? (light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛💔💋 You and Nanami have a significant conversation, and you request something of him.

Driving lesson (Platonic Ijichi & OC/Reader) 💛😂 You asked Ijichi for some driving lessons.

Wardrobe malfunction (Light Nanami x OC/Reader) 😂 Your cursed technique isn't exactly clothing-friendly, and when you find yourself in a less than ideal situation, you only had one person you could ask for help.

Nanamin (light Nanami x OC/Reader) 😂 You ask Nanami why people keep calling him “Nanamin”.

Photo, motto! (Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi chaotic trio, light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 😂💛 Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi are shocked to learn you have no social media accounts, and decide to change that. However, things don't go as planned.

About witches and villages that hate sorcerers (light/implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💔💥 What happens when your communication gets cut off during a mission in a village, and everyone knew you went there in the wrong state of mind?

Kikufuku picnic gratitude (Platonic Gojo x OC/Reader) 💛 Your friend Satoru Gojo just had some intense news and needs company.

The search for the man in the black suit (Higuruma & OC/Reader)💥 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.

Suspended death row (0%)

Toxic endeavors (Higuruma & OC/Reader)💥💔 You and Higuruma are on your third mission together, and you save him from getting injured, putting yourself in harm's way as you do so.

Team fighting (light Higuruma x OC/Reader) 💛😂 You decided to train team fighting with Higuruma in an unorthodox way.

Short story: Right, wrong and the in-between (Nanami, OC/Reader, Higuruma) 💛💔💥 You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved. Chapters: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Epilogue

Crooked gardening (light/implied Higuruma x OC/Reader) 💛 Higuruma keeps thinking about something you have done for him, and takes a walk to clear his mind.

Kindness and sunflowers (light/implied Higuruma x OC/Reader) 💛😂💋 You get a drunk Higuruma safely home.

Short story: Colleagues in arms 💥 Nanami and Higuruma are dispatched to exorcize a curse together, having to conciliate their personal issues in order to get the job done. Chapters: Single chapter

Where does your mind drift? (light Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛💔💋 After you and Nanami get stranded trying to get back to Tokyo, you both end up having a chat about your feelings.

The event, Part 1 (explicit! Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛💋🌶️ after struggling for so long with the feelings you had for nanami, your colleague and closest friend, you finally decide to put an end to your misery and confess to him. little did you know there was no misery left for you to wallow in that night — none at all.

PRIV FOR REWRITE -The event, Part 2 (Nanami x OC/Reader) 💔💋 The aftermath of The Event, Part 1. Nanami needs to have a serious talk with you.

The man who played with fire (explicit! Higuruma x OC/Reader) 💛💋🌶️ After some drinks by yourself and getting frustrated with someone, you stupidly knock on Higuruma's door to test a theory.

The morning after is still last night (Higuruma x OC/Reader) 💛💋 After last night, you and Higuruma share a brief pillow talk.

What if (Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛💔💋 What if the world was more forgiving, and you and Nanami never became jujutsu sorcerers?

Short story: Lover's Pass (Nanami x OC/Reader) 💛💔💥💋 You and Nanami were sent to investigate cursed activity linked to disappearances in the Lover's Pass. Meanwhile, you both still have to deal with the fallout that happened after the last time you were together. Chapters: Single chapter

Bartender confessions (Nanami x OC/Reader) 💔 Nanami is trying to drink himself into oblivion to get his mind off of you.

Tactics (explicit! Higuruma x OC/Reader) 💛💋🌶️ You and Higuruma finally go on your first not-date when you decide to give him an answer.

Human resources, tasukete! (Gojo / Shoko / Ijichi. Fluff Higuruma x OC/Reader, just crack, honestly) 💛💔😂 You're concerned and decide to ask your friends about Jujutsu High's HR policies regarding romantic relationships.

It takes one to know one (Higuruma x OC/Reader) 💛💋 You and Higuruma decide to make a promise to each other.

Tie me up (explicit! Higuruma x OC/Reader) 😂💋🌶️ After failing to make a romantic dinner, you're very upset. Hiromi volunteers to “help you out” with that frustration.

Tea and coffee (Higuruma x OC/Reader, implied Nanami x OC/Reader) 💔💛😂 - You had a sleepless night and needs some caffeine to keep yourself from falling asleep before the day has even begun, so Nanami and Hiromi lend a helping hand.

Short story: Old regrets and guilt ridden pasts 💔💛💋🌶️ After you enter Hiromi's domain and he meets an acquaintance from the past, you both see yourselves confronting ancient ghosts and old regrets. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (10%)

Bread for breakfast (Higuruma x OC/Reader, implied past Nanami x OC/Reader) 💔 - Hiromi decides to walk down to a bakery he likes and have breakfast before heading to Morioka, and ends up bumping into Nanami.

Fixing broken things (implied/soft Nanami x OC/Reader) 💔💛 - After you realize that everything you were taking care of just wound up crooked anyway, you're pissed and needs a helping hand in order to not let the anger get the better of you.

Forgiveness is a collective resource (platonic Gojo & OC/Reader) 💔💛 - As you're telling Gojo about your most recent fallout, he ends up telling you in return the last question Geto posed him before leaving.

The letter (Higuruma x OC/Reader)

💔 - Reader writes a letter to an absentee.

Books and dinner (coming soon…) 40%

Unwell (implied/soft Nanami x OC/Reader)

💔💛 - you had a terrible day, but at least, you’ve got a helping hand.

Bar discoveries (coming soon…) 0%

No more patience behind the wheels (platonic Ijichi & OC/Reader)

💛😂 - your friend ijichi has become the unwilling listener to all your woes, and it is definitely taking a toll on him, so he decided to take the matters into his own hands and try to solve your communication problems for you.

Eulogy for the love remained (coming soon...) 30%

How do you say it? (soon) 0%

Bad dream (nanami x OC/reader) 💛 - after a bad night filled with nightmares, nanami is glad to see you never left his apartment.

In-office nap time (soon) 0%

The scars we carry (soon) 0%

Something’s off (soon) 0%

…

The ship of Theseus 0%

+ About and P.A.Q. (Possibly Asked Questions)

Q: How did this come to be? This came into my mind as I was thinking about my Jujutsu Kaisen Original Character, Shiori Yamada. She is from my JJK Canon Compliant fanfic, Sand and Snow. I thought: what if she came to Jujutsu High years after the events of Sand and Snow? And that's where it started.

Q: What's the difference between the short stories and the one-shots? Mostly, I usually have a long or dedicated main plot in my short stories, whereas in the one-shots, what is written is much more focused on an excerpt of the characters' interactions.

Q: what is the best way to read this? I wrote it in a way that basically all one-shots can be read as stand-alone pieces (same for each short story). Just read in the chronological order of events, as listed above.

Q: is it the same f!reader in all of these stories? Yes, it is The reader is based off of my Original Character, Shiori. I didn’t intend to make her a staple, but just liked the character too much to let it slide. I’ll eventually make a reference sheet with her story (as soon as I finish Sand and Snow, to avoid spoilers).

+ Relevant updates + Notes

other updates can be checked on the reblog section

Playlist (a.k.a. stuff I listen to when writing these): ♪ Want me too - Mons Vi / ♪ Heart's a Mess - Gotye / ♪ It's gonna rain - Bonnie Pink / ♪ I love you so - The Walters / ♪ Ichigo Batake de Tsukamaete - Sunny Day Service / ♪ Setsuna - Sunny Day Service / ♪ For Emma - Bon Iver / ♪ Break - alex_g_offline / ♪ My love, mine all mine - Mitski / ♪ Babooshka - Kate Bush / ♪ One last kiss - Hikaru Utada / ♪ Tactics - The Yellow Monkey / ♪ Mr. Deja Vu - Naja / ♪ Stuck on the puzzle - Arctic Monkeys / ♪ We’re all eating each other - Julie Ivy / ♪ Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette (HiguReader specific) / ♪ Nothing in my way - Keane (NanaReader specific) / ♪ I bet on losing dogs - Mitski / ♪ Chamber of reflection - Your Anxiety Buddy (cover) / ♪ Sunny - Yorushika / ♪ Sayonara Bye Bye - Matsuko Mawatari / ♪ Misery - Maroon 5 / ♪ First love/Late spring - Mitski / ♪ Heart skipped a beat - The XX

ׂ╰┈➤ You can listen to the full playlist here (on YouTube).

Update + Mar 26, 2024

I just decided to list all one-shots and short-stories together. Seemed more simple and efficient.

Update + Mar. 23, 2024

There are some things I want to put here because as an anxious writer, I like when other writers do this.

1. this is my COPIUM from the trauma I have endured during JJK (thanks Gege), so no matter what, THERE WILL BE A HAPPY ENDING for all characters. I just like the bumpy road, makes the happiness at the end feel worthwhile.

2. I decided to one-shot the ending. However, the long fic based off of this universe will probably have a slightly different and bigger one. There are many things (protagonist’s power journey, lore, her backstory, actual big plot that I have planned, etc) that I really want to write on the long fic, and didn’t find a way of doing so in these one-shots and short stories.

3. I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but I began cross posting these on AO3. The link is on the top.

4. The Big Sad™ and The Big Feels™ are about to get started. I’ll just finish up some one-shots first and then proceed with them. There will be angst, but a lot of fluff too.

Commentary

Random thoughts and fun facts from the author that absolutely no one asked for but I wanted to write anyway

Themes are... guilt, forgiveness, grief, and life after loss, I guess? Idk, I like writing characters interacting and growing with each other, so I just give them their trauma and let them work through it.

I first got inspired to write HiguReader when I listened to “Loser, Baby” from Hazbin Hotel. They’re both so over Jujutsu High’s shit and vibe on that shared contempt that I just loved the concept of it.

I was terrified writing my first smut piece (The Man who Played with Fire), and I’m astonished at how well it was received. You guys are the best, seriously.

I got inspired by some very talented authors on this site to write non-explicit sex scenes, and will try doing it in two or three one-shots, where there is sex involved, but I don’t think smut would fit very well.

Writing smut as a demisexual person is an entire experience, let’s just say that.

From the very beginning, I just found it impossible in my heart to ship or even hint at shipping OC/Reader and Gojo. Also, as a NM person who doesn’t appreciate rigid hierarchy of romantic x platonic relationships, I wanted to write more on becoming friends with Gojo. However, from what I could see when writing these fics and shorts, this will end up mostly in the long fic.

I STRUGGLE with headers so damn much. I don’t like using fanart (shy to ask for permission), and finding good fitting anime frames/manga panels is usually a little difficult without becoming too repetitive. I’ll just try my best making headers for the AU stories moving forward.

I like writing strong, capable, willful female characters who are secure of themselves and have got some rizz iykwim. Dainty female characters are really not my thing when it comes to writing.

Writing in 2nd person is still a challenge for me. I was used to writing in 1st person in a Lispectoresque style when I wrote ten years ago.

[rahuratna]

The transformation of Nanami Kento, part 4

In which plans are made, Ino joins the mission and Nanami-pom receives his clothes and ... another special gift.

Ieiri was waiting for them in the examination room and she beckoned Yuuji over.

"Put him him over here."

Reaching up, Yuuji lifted Nanami-pom from where he hung from his hood and deposited him gently on the metal table. The golden furred head turned to Ieiri, tilting in curiosity. She approached the table and laid her palm gently on his back, eyes closing.

Something in the atmosphere of the room changed. Yuuji stepped back slightly as Ieiri's technique went to work, the hair on his arms raising slightly. As subtle as her cursed energy was, there was no mistaking its power. When she removed her hands, there was no visible change on Nanami-pom. Nobara's hushed question sounded loud in the room.

"What did you do?"

Yuuji nodded.

"Yeah. I thought you said that your technique wouldn't work on Nanamin."

Ieiri stepped back and heaved a sigh, rolling her shoulders slightly.

"I didn't reverse the transformation. At least, not entirely. I did my research, you see. The report Ijichi compiled and some background information on the curse user said that he transformed those employees at the daycare for one specific reason. He perceived their unhappiness and dissatisfaction as an eyesore, a visual stimulus. He turned them into something that was non-threatening, cute, pleasant to look at at all times."

Megumi frowned.

"But what does that have to do with Nanami?"

"Well, Nanami is not like any of the other victims. He's a jujutsu sorcerer with his own source of heightened and well-trained cursed energy. What I did just now was remove the limiter on that. There is no penalty for that, since the curse user was purely focused on appearance."

"Wait," Yuuji raised both hands, "You're saying that Nanamin can ... use cursed energy now? Even when he's like this?"

Ieiri glanced over at where Nanami-pom was now standing on the examination table, both paws raised close to his snout, turning them this way and that, as if seeing something the rest of the room couldn't. She smirked.

"Yes, exactly. Which is why he won't be a hindrance to your mission. If you're lucky, he may be transformed back while you're out in the field. If you find the curse user, he may gain his body back."

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Gojo soon received a message that Ino had arrived and was waiting for them in one of the briefing rooms on the lower floor with Ijichi. The trio of students followed their teacher down the stairs, Nanami-pom now seeming to have appropriated Yuuji's hood as his personal transport. Yuuji smiled as the small, warm body shifted slightly against the back of his head, two paws gripping onto his collar as Nanami-pom settled himself comfortably.

Rather than looking put out that he was forced to ride around on someone else, Nanami had embraced the role with equanimity, balancing himself within the hood with poise and appreciating the rest he was getting. The only person who looked distinctly displeased was Gojo, who kept poking at the transformed sorcerer, trying to get him to ride on his shoulders as well. Nanami-pom ignored all of his attempts, small snout turned upward in cold disdain.

When they entered the briefing room, Megumi went forward to greet Ino. The cheerful young sorcerer was dressed in baggy black clothing, high-top sneakers on his feet and a large black beanie pushed back on his head. Yuuji took note of his appearance with interest, wondering what kind of abilities Ino had and what sort of missions he and Nanami had been on before. Before he could ask, there was a shift in his hood and Nanami-pom hopped down onto the conference table.

Ino's jaw dropped.

"N- Nanami?"

He received a nod and Nanami-pom approached him, holding out his tiny paw with dignity. Ino shook his head from side to side, as if trying to clear his thoughts, and stepped toward him slowly. He took the paw in a gentle grasp, swallowed by his own palm, and Nanami-pom brought the hand to his nose in what seemed to be a signature gesture of recognition. The younger sorcerer bent his head and when he raised it once more, Yuuji was startled to see great passion reflected there, along with traces of tears in his eyes.

"Nanami! Even like this you're ... the number one sorcerer I admire! I won't let you down! Watch me on this mission. I'll help track down that curse user and you'll have your body back in no time. I swear it!"

"Whoa," Nobara muttered, "Nanami has fanboys?"

Megumi shot her a look.

"Ino respects him a great deal. That's always been the case."

Yuuji felt an answering flame of determination rise inside him too. Clenching his fists, he leapt toward Ino, his own eyes turning slightly damp.

"Hell yeah! We'll help Nanamin and kick that curse user's ass! He doesn't stand a chance!"

"Oh! Are you another of Nanami's students? Haha, he's amazing, right?"

"Damn right he is! He's all business and kinda gloomy, but he gets the job done. I wanna be a responsible sorcerer like him!"

"You get it, man! He always does the right thing, and that's what I respect the most."

Nanami-pom was watching the exchange between the lively student and sorcerer, small eyes widening slightly. Although his expression remained stoic, his ears flopped downward, failing to hide the small tinge of pink in his cheeks.

Megumi sighed.

"I take it back. They should just start a fanclub, at this point."

Gojo was examining his fingernails.

"Oh, would you look at that. Must be nice, having your students appreciate you like that. Megumi? Nobara? Either of you have something to say to me?"

"No."

"Eh?"

Ino relinquished the paw he held to step forward and salute Gojo smartly.

"Takuma Ino, Grade two sorcerer, ready for duty! I've read the reports and the most recent updates. What's the plan of action?"

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The briefing room lit up with a harsh blue glare as the blueprints of the abandoned amusement park were displayed on the white wall behind Gojo. He outlined the manner in which they hoped to corner the curse user, the gravity behind his words letting them all know just how seriously he took this mission, in spite of his apparent flippancy.

Nanami-pom seated himself on the table between Yuuji and Ino, listening intently to the plan. Ijichi entered the room, carrying a wrapped box. When Gojo had completed his short briefing and fielded some questions from Ino and Nobara, the assistant approached Nanami-pom and opened the box.

"Your clothes are here, Nanami. You may try them on. We can make any necessary adjustments."

The students crowded around as Ijichi lifted three very small outfits from the box, placing them neatly on the table in an ordered row. Nobara clapped her hands against her cheeks, twisting her body from side to side.

There was a tiny suit, identical to Nanami's regular one, tailored exactly to his current measurements. A soft blue shirt, yellow patterned tie and smaller glasses completed the ensemble. There was also a warmer coat with a fur lining and what looked like a pair of cotton pajamas. Ino and Gojo were now peering over their shoulders, Ino's eyes sparkling with glee.

"Nanami, it's just like your regular suit! Go on, put it on."

With some assistance from Ino, Nanami-pom donned the suit, Ijichi deftly helping to knot the miniature tie, tucking it softly into the front of the buttoned jacket. When they were done, everyone stepped back and admired their handiwork.

Nanami-pom stood and ran a paw down his front, smoothing out the suit and patting his tie before looking up, his expression distinctly satisfied.

"Looking sharp, as always!"

"So cute!"

"Awesome, Nanamin!"

"Can I take some pictures? Please? Just one? I promise I won't send them to the Grade one sorcerer group chat. For real!"

Once Gojo had taken his fill of pictures, cackling diabolically all the while, Ijichi passed him a file with some printed information.

"This is the area you'll be traveling to in Shinjuku. The abandoned amusement park is a 15 minute drive, just outside the city limits, from the hotel I've booked. You'll be leaving this evening, and spend the night at the hotel, while our windows work to pinpoint where precisely the curse user's holed up."

"All right, let's head out."

"Oh, and one more thing!"

Ijichi shuffled around, producing another box. Inside this one was a tiny leather harness and a miniature duplicate of Nanami's blunt sword, with a strap designed to slip easily onto his paw. Yuuji inhaled sharply.

"Look! It's just like yours!"

Nanami-pom seemed slightly overwhelmed. He came slowly towards the sword and harness, Ijichi holding it out encouragingly. He slipped his short arm through the strap, feeling how the tiny blade sat, balanced perfectly in his paw. He swung it experimentally to and fro, feeling the lightness and efficiency in the design. When he looked up at them, his soft hazel eyes were warm and grateful.

Ino looked like he was about to burst into tears once again.

"It's perfect, Nanami!"

By the time the cars came to fetch them, Nanami-pom was suited and ready, glasses reflecting the light with menacing familiarity as he rode on Yuuji's shoulder. Wherever he was hiding, that curse user would face the wrath of the skilled and deadly Pompompurin he had created.

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 26

"I've organized the reports from our sources on recent unnatural deaths and disappearances," Kento said, pointing at the map plastered on the board. "This should help us narrow down the culprit's hideout."

“Aw yeah! Are we storming in?” Yuuji asked, enthusiasm evident in his voice.

“No, this is just an approximation. I'll continue to investigate this matter, but I'd like you two to handle a different task,” Kento said, glancing at the two of you before pinning a photo of a boy on the board. “This is the boy who was at the theater, Yoshino Junpei. Apparently, he goes to the same school as the victims.” Kento then clicked on the remote, lighting up the screen beside the board to show CCTV footage. “Based on the surveillance footage and how he carried himself, I believe it’s unlikely he could be a curse user.” Your eyes narrowed as you studied Junpei, who appeared frantic in the footage. “However, if he is related to the victims, that changes things.”

“Curse user?” you asked, your tone curious but with a hint of skepticism.

“A jujutsu sorcerer with evil intent,” Kento replied, placing a hand on his hip. “I've entrusted the process to Ijichi, so I'd like you two to investigate Yoshino Junpei.”

Ijichi and Yuuji both placed a hand on their foreheads in a salute. “Roger!” Yuuji responded eagerly. “Speaking of which, I don’t know any assistants other than you,” he added, looking at Ijichi.

“Well, I’m the only one who knows you’re still alive, so by necessity…” Ijichi trailed off.

“Makes sense! Let’s go!” Yuuji said enthusiastically, opening the door. You followed him, giving Kento and Ijichi a brief nod before leaving the room. You knew Kento already had an idea of the culprit’s location, and while you were intrigued by the curse, you couldn’t risk putting Yuuji in another dangerous situation.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, Yuuji suddenly stopped. “Hold on,” he said, turning back and heading up the stairs again, prompting you to follow.

“Nanami-sensei,” Yuuji said enthusiastically, gently pushing Ijichi, who was by the door.

“Yuuji-?” Ijichi said, regaining his balance.

“I forgot to say something.” Yuuji smiled warmly. “Be careful, okay?” he said to Kento.

“Yuuji-kun,” Nanami started, “I am not a teacher, so please drop the honorifics.”

“How about Nanamin?!” You playfully suggested with a grin as you also lean by the doorway.

“You two want a smacking?” Kento replied, his expression unamused.

-

“There he is,” Ijichi pointed at the boy walking casually. You sat quietly in the back seat beside Yuuji, looking disinterested while Yuuji intently watched Junpei.

Junpei was a thin young man with black eyes and shoulder-length black hair. His bangs, parted to the side, covered the right side of his face.

“Huh? He's not in uniform?” Yuuji asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

“It looks like he hasn't attended school for some time,” Ijichi replied, continuing to drive as he followed the boy.

“The same could be said for me,” Yuuji remarked, then glanced at you. “How are the others doing?”

A brief flashback of Panda spinning you around while Toge stood ready to catch you played in your mind. It was one of the reasons you preferred missions over training—you were bored, and missions felt more purposeful. Plus who does not hate being thrown away? Nobara might feel betrayed by your absence, but you didn't really care.

“Kugisaki-san and Fushiguro-san are doing well,” you answered. “Sugar too; he’s being taken care of by them.” Your tone softened a bit when you mentioned the dog. Yuuji gave you a brief smile before turning back to Ijichi.

“So, what are we gonna do?” Yuuji asked, shifting his attention.

“We’ll use that,” Ijichi said, referring to the caged cursed spirits on the passenger seat. “It's a fly head. A low-level curse that doesn't even qualify as fourth grade. When there's no one around, we’ll have it attack him.”

“Attack?!” Yuuji exclaimed, surprised.

“One: if he is a normal person who can't perceive curses, please rescue him,” Ijichi explained. “Two: if he can perceive it but has no means to fight back, again, please rescue him. Three: if he exorcises the fly head with jujutsu, we’ll restrain him immediately.” Ijichi adjusted his glasses, his expression serious.

“By force?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, by force. It’s fine if it turns out to be a misunderstanding. We can apologize later. However, Four: if he's potentially as strong as a grade 2 sorcerer, Y/n-san would restrain him while we retreat and meet back up with Mr. Nanami.”

“Huh, why should we leave Y/n alone?” Yuuji asked, worry evident in his voice as he glanced at you.

“An assistant would immediately be called to her side for an ‘emergency mission.’ Y/n-san has already been graded as a special grade after that mission and is taking first grade to special grade-tier missions,” Ijichi explained, prompting Yuuji to look at you with amazement.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked but quickly deadpanned, placing air quotes. “It's because you didn’t ask,” he bantered, making you laugh a bit.

“We're walking from here,” Ijichi announced as he parked the car. The three of you got out and silently followed Junpei while Yuuji held a small curse spirit with wings in a cage covered with talismans.

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Yuuji and Ijichi exchanged a quick glance and mumbled something under their breath.

"You two are ridiculous," you sighed, leaning casually against a nearby post. Despite your comment, they ignored you and positioned themselves to open the cage.

“WAIT—” Yuuji tried to warn Ijichi as he noticed another person approaching, but it was too late—the curse was already gone. “Crap!” Yuuji sprang into action, chasing after the Flyhead while you watched him with a mix of amusement and disinterest. Noticing Junpei make a hand sign, signaling a cursed technique, you shifted from your relaxed stance and ran after Yuuji, eyes narrowing with interest.

“STOP!” Yuuji yelled at the small curse, now holding it firmly. Junpei and the older man he was speaking with turned to look at him in confusion. “Ow! Dammit!” Yuuji groaned as he collided with a pole. Instinctively, you stepped forward, placing yourself between Yuuji and the strangers, your gaze locked onto Junpei with a penetrating intensity.

Junpei flinched slightly under your scrutiny, but quickly masked his discomfort, accustomed to the disdainful looks people often gave him.

"Are you alright?" you asked Yuuji, your tone softening for a moment.

“Thank goodness,” Yuuji muttered, rubbing his head.

“What, is he a gymnast?” the older man asked, bewildered. You glanced at them, but before you could respond, Yuuji took a step forward, his focus entirely on Junpei.

“Hey, I've got some questions for you,” Yuuji said, ignoring the older man completely. “Would you come with me?”

“Hey, can’t you see I’m talking to him? How rude!” the man grumbled, reaching to grab Yuuji, but you swiftly intervened, your hand clamping down on his arm.

“Excuse us,” you said, your voice firm as your eyes locked onto his with a cold glare. The man shuddered, but before he could react further, your expression shifted into a polite smile. “He’s an old friend of ours. We’d like some time alone to talk about something important.” Your tone was sweet, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.

“Huh? Important? What do you kids know? And what’s with that—” The man’s rant was abruptly cut off when Yuuji suddenly yanked down his pants, revealing a pair of bright red striped shorts. His face turned beet red.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!” the man screamed, desperately trying to pull his pants back up while Yuuji tugged at them. You deadpanned as Junpei watched in bewilderment. “Stop! Please stop!” the man pleaded, but Yuuji didn’t relent, running off with the man’s pants as the latter tripped over himself.

“Please don’t run off with them!” the man yelled, but Yuuji had already disappeared around the corner, leaving the man to chase after him in a frantic sprint.

“What the fuck just happened?” Junpei deadpanned, still processing the chaotic scene. You merely shrugged, turning your attention back to him.

"Who are you?" you asked, your polite smile back in place. Despite the friendliness in your tone, something about your smile unsettled Junpei, like it was a mask hiding something far more dangerous. “I’m Itadori Y/n, but you can call me Y/n.” You stepped closer to him, your eyes subtly analyzing him.

You hummed thoughtfully. ‘His cursed energy is low, just slightly above a normal human’s, but still not strong enough to perform a significant cursed technique,’ you mused, recalling the incident at the movie theater. Junpei swallowed hard, sensing your scrutiny.

“Yoshino—” Junpei began, but he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Both of you turned to see Yuuji walking up, surprisingly calm.

“Okay, now, let’s go!” Yuuji said, as if nothing had happened.

“Huh, that was fast!” Junpei remarked, genuinely impressed. “Did you go around the block!?”

Yuuji nodded. “You didn’t have to go through all that,” Junpei added. “You both could’ve just dragged me away.”

“Well, we could still do that,” you quipped with a smile that made Junpei shiver. “But you hate that guy, don’t you?” you added, glancing in the direction the man had run off. “He smells like a scummy person.”

“How do you…?” Junpei started, confused by your accuracy.

“Just a hunch,” you replied, smiling sweetly as you turned back to him.

“You don’t want someone you hate hanging around your house, right?” Yuuji asked. “Let’s head over there for now.”

Junpei hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure,” he agreed, following the two of you.

-

As you sat at the edge of the river, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight before you. To others, you might have looked like an ordinary girl, simply amused by the way the light danced on the water, but your focus was entirely on Pochita. The curse, in his canine form, was splashing around, trying to catch fish with a determination that made you smile. With a triumphant bark, Pochita finally snagged a fish and, in a playful gesture, tossed it toward you. You quickly dodged, laughing even harder as the fish landed with a wet slap on the solid ground. Pochita rushed to the shore, teeth bared as he tried to bite into the fish's head, his antics making you laugh even more.

“Stop, stop seriously,” you giggled, waving your hand to dismiss Pochita before he drew too much attention.

A few steps behind you, your brother Yuuji and Junpei were deep in conversation. Yuuji's voice, tinged with frustration, cut through the peaceful atmosphere as he gripped both his phone and a small curse he held. “Forget it! I'll just ask him!” Yuuji exclaimed, turning to face Junpei.

Dusting off your pants, you stood and approached the two boys, catching the tail end of their conversation. “Listen, some people died at the theater you went to the other day,” Yuuji began, his tone serious. “Did you happen to see anything? Something creepy like this, maybe?” He raised his hand, showing the curse to Junpei.

Junpei hesitated before answering, “No, I didn't. I've only recently started seeing those clearly.”

Yuuji nodded thoughtfully. “I see. Well, I've got nothing else to ask then!” he said, his tone shifting back to its usual enthusiasm as he quickly exorcised the curse.

Junpei blinked in surprise. “Huh? That's it?” he asked, glancing at Yuuji who had now plopped down next to him on the stairs.

“Could you still wait until our boss, sort of, shows up?” Yuuji requested, his eyes earnest. You joined them, sitting beside your brother.

“Hey, what were you watching at the movie theater?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh yeah! Me and N/n-chan love watching movies! Even the bad ones,” Yuuji chimed in, grinning at you as you nodded in agreement. “Have you ever watched something so bad it turned out to be good?” he asked, his enthusiasm contagious.

Junpei, a bit more at ease now, shrugged and answered, “I was watching a repeat screening of an old movie. You two probably wouldn't know about it.”

“Come on, tell us!” Yuuji encouraged, leaning in closer.

After a brief pause, Junpei finally admitted, “... Earthworm 3.”

Both you and Yuuji groaned in unison. “That one was super boring!” you couldn't help but blurt out, and Yuuji nodded emphatically.

Despite your reaction, Junpei found himself relieved. It was strange, but for once, he felt like he was just a regular teenager having a normal conversation. No judgment, no fear, just simple, human interaction.

“I got hit so many times over that,” Yuuji murmured, rubbing his cheek as if the memory still stung.

“Honestly, it was. But it was just a splatter film, after all,” Junpei agreed, his voice a little lighter. “Maybe we never should've expected anything from it. But part two—”

“But part two was pretty good, wasn't it?” Yuuji cut in enthusiastically, with you nodding in agreement.

“Yeah! Exactly!” Junpei said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “It really had some redeemable qualities!”

As the conversation flowed, you suddenly felt something off. A familiar presence tugged at the edge of your senses, its aura dark and twisted, like a shadow of someone you once knew. You breathed deeply, trying to pinpoint its location, but it was elusive, almost as if it was intentionally toying with you.

‘It smells like Geto, but it’s so rotten,’ you thought, a wave of unease washing over you. Your hand instinctively moved to your mouth as you suppressed the urge to summon Pochita, your breath hitching slightly.

“N/n? N/n-chan? Y/n?” Yuuji’s concerned voice broke through your thoughts. You looked up at him, forcing a reassuring smile.

“Yuuji, I’m calling Yasu-san over to pick me up. I feel a bit sick in the stomach. Please get home safely,” you said, your voice calm despite the turmoil inside. You turned to Junpei. “Yoshino-kun, take care of my brother, okay?”

“Yasu-san?” Yuuji asked, his eyes filled with worry and confusion.

“He’s one of the managers I know. Don’t worry, he’s reliable. I know he’s either at his dorm or doing college stuff, whatever,” you reassured him as you stood up. Without waiting for a response, you hurried up the stairs, following the ominous presence. But instead of contacting Yasu, your fingers dialed a different number—Satoru Gojo.

Cursing under your breath, you realized the signal was too weak to get through. Frustration mounted as you broke into a run, your footsteps echoing against the concrete walls.

Rounding a corner, you collided with a black-haired woman. “Oh, sorry!” you apologized hastily, not even sparing her a glance as you continued your pursuit of the elusive presence. The woman's eyes followed you as you disappeared into the distance.

-

“Gojo-sensei,” you called out as your breath finally caught up with you. The moment you heard the familiar tone on the other end, you didn’t wait for pleasantries.

“Getou-sensei… he’s dead, isn’t he?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly, betraying the calm exterior you tried to maintain. There was a brief pause on the other end, the silence almost deafening before Satoru responded.

“Yes,” he confirmed, his voice steady, leaving no room for doubt.

“Then… why—why do I still smell him?” you pressed, your heart pounding faster with each step you took. The city around you blurred as you pushed yourself to move faster, your stamina dwindling but the fear driving you forward.

“Where are you, Y/n?” Satoru’s tone shifted, urgency creeping into his voice.

“Kawasaki, I think… somewhere around here,” you admitted, glancing around the unfamiliar streets as they sped past.

“Y/n, listen to me carefully. Send me your location right now. I’ll have Nanami come pick you up. Whatever you see, don’t do anything drastic,” Satoru instructed, his words firm yet laced with concern.

You bit your lip, feeling a swell of frustration. Ignoring his instructions, you ended the call and tucked your phone away. There wasn’t time for backup. The presence was growing stronger, closer, pulling you toward it like a magnet. You found a nearby sewer grate and quickly descended into the damp, echoing tunnels below. The stench was overwhelming, but all you could focus on was the sickly, familiar scent that made your skin crawl.

You summoned Pochita, the little curse barking in acknowledgment before darting down one of the tunnels, his small form vanishing into the shadows. Your steps slowed as the unease grew. Each echo of your footfall felt like a countdown, the fear gnawing at your resolve. It was as though knowing who—or what—was at the end of this tunnel would kill you, but not knowing would be worse.

Your legs gave out, the weight of dread pressing down until you were forced to crawl. You reached the corner and cautiously peeked out from behind a post, your breath catching in your throat at the sight before you.

A man stood there, hooded, his back turned to you. He was tall, his presence commanding, almost suffocating. Your heart hammered in your chest as you silently summoned a pistol into your hand, your cursed energy barely flickering to life. It was weak, so weak, but it was enough to draw the attention of the man and the cursed spirit beside him.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath, gripping the pistol tighter as the man turned slightly, revealing more of his face. He whistled, and from the rubble nearby, a curse emerged, its laughter grating and chilling.

“Just like I thought, that sorcerer is nuts!” the cursed spirit cackled. It had a human-like appearance, with a patchwork face stitched together in a grotesque imitation of life. Long, grayish-blue hair fell past its neck, tied into three large sections. Its entire body bore the same stitches, making it look like a puppet sewn together from mismatched parts.

“You guys went all out,” the man remarked, his voice familiar yet twisted, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You gulped, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. It seemed like him, but not him…

“Getou! Lemme borrow your clothes!” the curse demanded, its tone mocking as it glanced over at the man. Your pulse quickened as the man finally turned around to face you. His eyes, once warm, now seemed devoid of that softness, replaced by something darker, more sinister.

“Getou-sensei?” you called out, your voice eerily calm, though panic clawed at your insides. The man—Getou—smirked, his expression almost amused.

“Oh my, interesting,” he mused, his gaze settling on you. Your breath hitched as you took in his appearance. He looked exactly like the last time you saw him, but something was off—horribly off. Stitches ran across his scalp, and his skin was an unnatural shade, pale and lifeless. It was him, and yet it wasn’t.

“Y/n-chan, long time no see,” ‘Getou’ greeted you, his voice the same as you remembered, but the warmth and familiarity you once knew was almost too fake. It was like hearing a ghost speak.

Your hands shook as you raised the pistol slightly. “Who… who are you?” you demanded, your voice wavering as you stared at the man who wore Getou’s face like a mask, the man who couldn’t possibly be him.

-

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[sixeyesgojo]

dad!gojo hcs

Summary: Gojo being a dad. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

Characters: mainly Gojo and y/n, mentions of other characters

Word count: around 1k

Content warning: -

A/N: Reader is toddler/kindergarten age. Once again, stolen from my own AO3. I’ve written Red on AO3 but that was before Hollow Purple was revealed and I didn’t wanna spoil anime-only fans!

Next up: Dad!Gojo with schoolkid!reader.

I imagine Gojo as a really caring dad despite not always being able to be there for his kiddo. He would even be a little helicopterish because he knows he's a target for the entire world of the curses, so he will have a capable sorcerer watch out for you, tend for you, be your companion, etc. at all times. A lot of times, it ends up being Megumi, who has become like a big brother to you, and Shoko, who takes the role as that cool, smoking and single auntie with her wineglass. Megumi begrudgingly agrees to take care of you at first but he eventually relents after his teacher pesters him too much about it. After several times of babysitting you, he will still  try to wiggle his way out of babysitting but secretly, Megumi has always wanted to have a younger sibling of some sort. He has always been the younger brother after all. Shoko would definitely not mind as long as you let her do her work - she is confident that you can handle being alone for some time but will check on you occasionally. Nanamin also takes care of you but that's rare and he does definitely not do it because he enjoys it but because he wants Gojo to shut his damn trap. You call him 'Uncle Nanamin' because of a certain vessel of Sukuna.

Gojo would definitely get you any gift you wanted - he spoils you (and possibly your teeth) rotten. It's Shoko who teaches you the important stuff of day-to-day life. New clothes, new plushies and action figurines, candy and desserts, ice cream, he's got everything covered. Both of you have a respective 'secret candy stash'. When he comes back from missions? Expect a souvenir, could range from a small size to a medium size. Spending parent-child-time with Gojo? Matching clothes (e.g. the mentioned shirt in the previous chapter), maybe even matching sunglasses, you never know with this man. He also wears the bracelet you have gifted him a year ago when you made it. Oh yeah, he would always carry you on his shoulders, give you a piggyback ride. Holding hands with him is a must; not that you mind anyway. Shoko scolds him a lot: you'll forget how to walk yourself if he continues to carry you so many times. He pouts. Starting from then, he will pay more attention to walk hand in hand with you, so piggyback rides become less frequent.

He will definitely teach you some cursed techniques but nothing too exhilarating - at least not at this age. Gojo is very proud and will throw you into the air when you manage to create what bears similarity to the beginning of a ‘curtain’, even if it disappears right away. "As expected of the strongest child!" he chimes happily. Will brag about it to Shoko or Megumi: "And then they did POW! and then BAM! WHOOSH!" He is excited excited and amazed. Proudest dad in the world. He also teaches you some martial arts. It's never wrong to know how to defend yourself and also... just in case. Gojo will (for his standards: jokingly) spar with you but it almost always ends up in him dramatically falling to the ground from your hit and lying on the ground à la "oh no, I was hit!! Y/N, please give daddy a hug and maybe a kiss for healing :((" You would just get on top of him and hug his big body with your tiny frame. He tells you to use your newly aquired techniques on Megumi.

Talking about his students... they all adore you. You can literally see Yuuji's and Nobara's sparkly eyes when they see you. When Gojo had stolen Nobara's skirt, she used you and your ultimate technique - "Domain Expansion: Infinite Cuteness" - to get it back. You are the only opponent Gojo cannot defeat. This technique always works on Gojo, 100%. The three first-years are very protective of you. While Megumi was more lowkey, Yuuji would probably take a bullet for you. If someone even damaged a strand of your hair, even as a "joke", big sister Nobara would flip. Definitely expect to see the hammer or at least one nail. Sukuna is not amazed by you but has to put up with you because of Yuuji. And your dad. You enjoy Inumaki's and Panda's company anytime because you find them funny. Maki is probably the same as Nobara... but more lowkey.

So in theory, if there was someone who picked on you, you would at least have three people backing you up. Contrary to what you might think now, Gojo wouldn't really be serious about this. He would simply deal with this matter in a simple way. I imagine he'd just laugh at the other kid that picks on you or make a sassy remark and leave it at that. Or he would just leave it to his students since he knows you are in good hands when you have those three as bodyguards.

However: if you are in serious danger? The blindfold/glasses are gone, removed faster than you can blink, his body taking a pretty familiar stance with his arms ready to shoot his Red Hollow Purple technique. Might use Infinite Void right away, depending on your state. Trust me, he is not joking around for any second longer. He aims to completely annihilate your enemy until not even a speck of cursed energy is left. After making sure you are still alive and relatively unharmed, he picks you up and warps away from the scene. He's as cheerful as ever; it's almost as if nothing happened. However, inside he is overwhelmed with relief.

If you are going to school/kindergarten, he will pick you up whenever he can. He is the cool dad, the sporty dad, the swaggy dad, the has-it-all dad. Single mothers will probably attempt to hit on him but then again, who wouldn't? Oh, what do you mean by he is not available on that day? Unless one of his students or Shoko volunteers, the simplest technique is to just bully Ijichi to do it.

At the end of a day, he will tuck you in. Your bedtime stories mostly consist of him retelling tales of his adolescent years (that was your own request) in the Gojo-esque way possible. He loves to gently stroke your face while your eyelids seem to heavy to stay open. Gojo stays until you're asleep and will give you a little kiss on the cheek, whispering "good night, little bear".

Taglist: @gojos-mochi​ (lmao you’re the only one)

[rahuratna]

The transformation of Nanami Kento, Part 2

God, I need a little Nanami-pom.

Ieiri's hands ghosted over the shrunken shape of the formerly imposing jujutsu sorcerer. Nanami-pom remained still under her scrutiny, perched with silent gravity on the examination table. Megumi shoved Nobara who was shaking silently with suppressed laughter at his side. It looked as if Ieiri was performing a careful examination of a stuffed toy. Nanami-pom's deathly serious expression was not helping matters.

Yuuji was shifting from one foot to another, anxiously awaiting the verdict. Eventually Ieiri stepped back, looking troubled.

"What? What's the matter? Can you fix him?"

She shook her head at the student's rapid-fire questions.

"It's not that simple. There are traces of a lingering control effect. As long as the curse user is alive and has the will to maintain the curse, the transformation cannot be reversed. It's a binding curse that cannot be undone by my technique, since Nanami voluntarily sacrificed his well-being to prevent the curse from striking you. If I attempt treatment now, I may not be able to return Nanami to his original form without some serious side effects."

Nanami-pom's ears twitched, and his solemn expression took on a forlorn cast. Yuuji looked devastated and Ieiri placed a hand on his back.

"It's not all bad, Yuuji. We'll commission a hunt for the curse user in question immediately. Please speak to Ijichi. Relay any and all information you have. The small details may be the key to helping Nanami."

Yuuji nodded fiercely, while Nobara, no longer laughing, clenched her fist in determination.

"Oi. Itadori. We want to help Nanami too. If there's a mission to find that curse user, we'd like to be on it."

Megumi nodded.

"Judging from what Itadori said, our techniques may be useful in restraining him."

Seeing their eagerness to help, Nanami-pom's ears perked a little. He shuffled to the edge of the high table. The pride and independence of the sorcerer was not helping in the present situation. Nobara noticed that in his current form, Nanami would perform subtle actions and expect people to understand his wishes. Such as right now.

Seated at the edge, he looked expectantly at each of them. Ieiri's mouth twitched before she placed her hands gently under his arms and lifted him down. Now standing, the small paws smoothed over Nanami's front in an unexpectedly familiar gesture, before he glanced pointedly up at her.

"Ah. Immediate needs first. Itadori, while you're with Ijichi, request for some clothes for Nanami."

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Ijichi's reaction was a mixed bag. On the one hand, he was rightfully astonished. On the other, his immense respect for Nanami wouldn't allow for anything other than complete seriousness. Now, even Megumi struggled to maintain his composure as the assistant placed Nanami-pom carefully on his desk and whipped out a tape measure.

He began to take Nanami's measurements with alacrity, while the transformed sorcerer held out his short, yellow, soft-furred arms and legs. Ijichi made a note of the numbers before addressing Nanami.

"All measurements taken. I'll fast track the production, so you'll have your clothes within the next few hours."

Nodding, the small figure looked across at Yuuji. The student sprang up and approached.

"What is it, Nanamin?"

Nanami-pom paused before placing one paw hesitantly on Yuuji's scarf.

"Oh? You're cold? Why didn't you let me know earlier?"

Fussing slightly, Yuuji pulled his scarf off and wrapped it securely around Nanami, covering his small body with the warm red garment and tucking it in at the neck. Nanami-pom lifted his arms, testing them slightly against the fabric, before nodding in satisfaction. He now looked across at the report that lay on Ijichi's table.

"Would you like to read the report?"

The assistant reached for the stapled pages and slid them across. Nanami-pom settled himself, short legs spread out on either side of his small form, as he perused the report carefully. Ijichi turned to the students.

"I've already sent out a request for available sorcerers to take on this mission. Our windows are on the lookout for traces of the curse user. As soon as we've pinpointed his location based on your info, we'll send out a team. I assume you'll want to be part of it."

Receiving their affirmative, Ijichi paused when he noticed Nanami looking up again. A loud rumble sounded through the office. Nobara gasped.

"He's hungry!"

Megumi stood immediately.

"I'll get him something from the cafeteria."

"Wait, I'm coming too! I know what Nanamin likes to eat."

"Hold on."

Nobara caught at their arms.

"In this ... form, is it safe for him to eat regular human food?"

Yuuji looked outraged.

"Huh? You wanna give Nanamin dog food?"

Nanami-pom stood up and managed to look exceptionally worried.

"No! I just mean ... choose something simple, like fish or those ham and cheese sandwiches he likes."

The sorcerer settled down, ears drooping slightly in relief. Megumi and Yuuji nodded before leaving for the canteen. Nobara slowly made her way across the room to where Nanami sat.

"Is there anything else you'd like, Nanami?"

He looked up at her, soft hazel eyes appraising before nodding soberly. He gestured with a paw to his ear. Nobara's eyes widened.

"Y - you're sure? You really want that?"

Receiving another affirmative, she stepped further forward, reaching out a hand to his head. The fur was silky and pillowy soft under her questing fingers. Nanami-pom leaned forward, head pushing slightly into her palm. She moved a finger behind his ear and scratched lightly. The small, warm form under her hand relaxed into the sensation and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

The large, involuntary smile that spread across her face was echoed on Ijichi's, who was discreetly watching the exchange.

[tsukimefuku]

these silly little memories ❖ nanami kento

summary: you reminisce about the past while chatting with ijichi and yuuji.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, soft/implied nanami x reader, fluff, poking fun at nanami's teenage bangs.

wc: 900

notes, etc: i wrote this to the sound of sunny (yorushika). this is a short little silly story that i had in my mind for a while before finally deciding on writing it, lol.

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You, Ijichi and Yuuji were seated silently on a table. All three were waiting for Nanami to meet up just so everybody could take a single car ride — he and Yuuji were going on a mission together, and you were going home after assisting Shoko on her duties for the day.

You could pay for a cab, but then again, why would you do that if you could slack off some more benefits from Jujutsu High?

"So, Ijichi..." You began, half-minded at this point. It had barely been a week since you arrived at Jujutsu High.

He quickly propped up, ready to answer absolutely any question you could have as a new sorcerer (and somebody else to order him around, it seemed).

Since you were new to Jujutsu High, had not been on a mission with Nanami up until this point, and Gojo was the one to bring you in, Ijichi figured you'd still have questions about the way things worked around there.

"Y-yes?"

"What is Nanami like here?" You questioned, out of the blue.

That caught both him and Yuuji by surprise, as both of them answered with a resounding eh?

You sighed.

"I mean, he was a very stern, serious teenager when I met him years ago. He looks a lot different, but is he?"

"Oh, you knew Nanamin?!" Yuuji asked, eager to pry some insight into his newly found mentor. 

You looked at him and smiled.

"Oh, yeah, I sure did. We met at Odate when he and Gojo saved me."

Ijichi's mind started to flash some things to him until he finally realized.

"Wait. That was you?!"

You blinked, confused.

"What do you mean, 'that was me?'"

"I-I..." Ijichi stuttered. "I was the one helping him in research during that mission."

"Oh... Oh! Ijichi, of course!" You exclaimed, much to his surprise, while you remembered decade-old bits and pieces. "It's good to finally be meeting you in person" you said, tapping his shoulder.

He smiled, slightly embarrassed for not having recognized your name when you introduced yourself a few days ago.

"So you knew him as a teenager too! Is he any different now?" You inquired, staring at Ijichi until he became a little uncomfortable.

"I-I think not. He was always the most responsible and m-mature one of us" Ijichi finally answered, and you smiled, reclining back on your chair. 

"Nanamin is very serious," Yuuji began, "and he usually lectures us when we have a blunder or are in the middle of a mission — or maybe it's just me that he lectures so much."

"No, it's every one..." Ijichi answered, involuntarily sighing.

"Oh, he still does that? The lecturing thing?" You asked. "I mean, maturity minus the bangs, right?" You chirped, chuckling softly. Ijichi covered his mouth, but you could see a faint smile forming.

Yuuji was at a loss.

"Bangs?" The boy asked earnestly.

"Oh, you're gonna love this!" You said, as you fished your wallet out of your pocket. From it, you took an old Polaroid picture that featured you, your best friend, your brother, Nanami and Gojo when they were on their mission in Odate. Then, you proceeded to hand the picture to Yuuji, and his eyes beamed, like he had discovered some very important piece of information instead of complete shenanigans.

"Those bangs were something. Once, when I had to patch his face up, his hair kept falling all over the bruises, it looked like someone had punched a blonde Gerard Way" you let out, scratching your head with a grin. Yuuji let out a laugh, and Ijichi seemed to scoff in an attempt to keep himself from laughing.

You noticed that.

"Oh, come on, Ijichi. You know it was funny and somewhat true. You can totally laugh about it with me, I won't tell if you don't, promise" you said, extending a pinkie finger in his direction.

He looked at your hand uncertain, but began lifting his own pinkie extended towards yours.

"What is the fun? I heard laughter" the already familiar voice resounded from behind the three of you.

Ijichi was paralyzed in stone, and you turned your face grinning mischievously at Nanami. Yuuji quickly tried hiding the picture, fumbling around and letting it fall to the ground.

"Hm?" Nanami got down to pick up the picture, and took a good look at it. "It seems that you have this ancient piece of history still in your possession."

"Of course. How else would I have a picture of 'bangs Nanami?'" You retorted, reaching for the picture while still seated.

He took a step back, pulling it away from you. 

"If I remember correctly, that morning you ate tamagoyaki inside miso soup, with salmon, also inside miso soup, all mashed up, and choked yourself," he said, lifting his gaze towards you, one brow up.

"Eh? T-that... did not h-happen at all!" It did.

"Wait, so you... Put your tamagoyaki inside your miso soup? Why?" Ijichi asked, slightly incredulous.

"And with mashed salmon too?!" Yuuji chimed in, also kind of aghast.

"Oh, shut up, the both of you!"

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"I just don't really care how I eat my food!"

"Clearly" Nanami noted. "She also mixes anything she has available to eat into a desecrated version of the original food. It's unsightly" he complemented, before handing the picture back to you.

You sighed, amusedly defeated, saying, "well, you have changed. Now you poke me back when I poke fun at you."

"I'm unaware of such a thing," Nanami replied, pushing his glasses into position with one hand, using the opportunity to cover up a discreet smile with his hand over his face.