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[JP] RMD VIP event: Delusional. ~Our Fetish. Thanks for the meal~
EXCUSE ME MY EYES HELLO?!
So, Voltage released a new VIP event on occasion of RMD's 5th anniversary. What the heck is that cute chibi MC and these 6 men jlhsklkdsjllkl
And these delusional stories descriptions WHAT IS THIS T^T
[Kasumi]
"Before performing a risky heart surgery, Kasumi is forced to choose between the dream of pregnancy of the patient and her own life. You find yourself pondering over what choices you would make if this were your surgery. At that time, something you said to him, imagining a future with Kasumi, moved his heartâŚ"
[Takado]
"Takado tells a couple who had been planning for their retirement that their dreams may not come true in the future. One night, as he was having complicated feelings as a doctor, he found you collapsed in the living roomâŚ!? Takado, still more anxious than ever, runs for tomorrow with you!"
ALSO THIS FREAKING PREVIEW-
#These are their delusions you people-#Cafe worker for Takado#Tutor for Kasumi#CA for Hosho#Librarian for Matsunaga#Nurse (doctor) for Sen#And sailor suit for Ekuni#why they so cute? WHY THEY SO CUTE?#Also what the heck are those angsty stories#You don't know how much I am holding back from buying these in the JP app#Come to EN soon please I am crying here-#Also their new outfits WOWOWOW#I want to latch onto Kasumi's shoulder like that >.<#romance md: always on call#voltage inc#100ăˇăźăłăŽć+#100ć+#rmd#sentaro kyogoku#munechika takado#toshiki kasumi#eiichi matsunaga#tetsuya hosho#kaede ekuni#jp server#romance md
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playing match-maker with professor!gojo satoruââwe canât mind our business!â [nxt]
teaching is incredibly rewarding. nothing beats the sense of fulfillment that comes with educating the next generationâit gives you a sense of purpose and makes you feel like a contributing member of society. but recently, you've developed a guilty pleasure, an unhealthy vice.Â
because, in truth, what you really find rewarding isnât teaching. itâs the juicy gossip you share with your colleague, gojo satoru.Â
it started innocently enoughâquick whispers and passing speculations about students during breaks. then it escalated to frantic texts about classroom dramas. now, itâs a full-blown routine: coordinating your lunch breaks to debrief over an aptly chosen herbal tea at the cafĂŠ across the street.
gojo, the physics professor, is an instigator by nature. unfairly brilliant and chronically bored, heâs always looking for ways to entertain himself. you, an english professor with a manageable workload, were the perfect partner in crime. together, youâve meddled in your studentsâ lives, and your escapades have become something of a shared hobby.
his preferred method of meddling is match-making, and to your credit you guys have had one successful match:
juniors, kasumi miwa and kokichi muta.
sweet, hardworking miwa was one of your favorite students, always putting extra effort into your creative writing assignments. muta, (aptly nick-named mechamaru) is a genius with mechanics and the president of the robotics club. gojo taught him quantum physics and claimed he was one of the sharpest students heâd ever met.
it started with a haiku.
youâd assigned miwaâs class a poetry assignment, and her submission, though simplistic, immediately caught your attention:
I may not love science, I canât bring machines to life, yet I yearn for you.
if that wasnât enough, there were faintly erased doodles of robots holding hands in the margins of her submitted assignments. around the same time, gojo noticed muta sitting strategically in his class so he could be visible through the window into yours. he angled his notes just enough to display his complex equationsâclearly trying to impress miwa.
the moment you pieced it together, you texted gojo:
dr. gojo satoru: no way, her haiku is basically screaming I love him
you: lmao I asked her about the inspiration, and she said, âjust a friendâ
dr. gojo satoru: sheâs gonna move on if we donât act now!
you: what if we double-book office hours for them? âaccidentally,â of course
dr. gojo satoru: omg brilliant, drafting the email rn XD
the plan worked. you and gojo âaccidentallyâ scheduled them for office hours at the same time, then conveniently left them alone. miwa, stumped by an intentionally tricky writing assignment, was soon receiving help from muta. numbers were exchanged, tutoring sessions turned into hangouts, and four months later, they were officially dating.
now, every month, gojo extorts a cream puff from muta as a âthank youâ for the setup from the pricey bakery downtown. you pretend to disapprove but always end up splitting the treat.
which brings you to your current predicament. you and gojo are locked in a heated debate about which first-year students to set up next. gojo insists itadori yuji and kugisaki nobara are the ideal pair, but youâre convinced yuji and fushiguro megumi are better suited. gojoâs conviction runs so deep he swears itâs ingrained in on an atomic level.
so to raise the stakes, gojo has wagered his louis vuitton messenger bag (est. value: $3k), while youâve offered up your earnings from the third installment of your self-published ya novel (est. value: $4k). and yes, the fact that those numbers are so close in value is embarrassing.
desperate to prove each other wrong, you agree to consult your colleagues.
gojoâs first choice? philosophy professor getou suguru.
dr. gojo satoru added you and prof. getou suguru to a group chat
dr. gojo satoru named the group chat cupids <3
dr. gojo satoru: getouuuu dr. gojo satoru: getougetougetougetougetou
prof. getou suguru: this is highly unethical.
prof. getou suguru left the chat.
though getou pretends to be above your antics, he shows up to join you in gojoâs office later, coffee in hand and smirking. he brushes a finger across the desk and frowns at the dust.
âif I were willing to entertain your ridiculous gameâwhich Iâm notâIâd say megumi and yuji are the better match,â he declares, smugly.
he strolls to the whiteboard, sliding his glasses down from his forehead to settle over his eyes, his black bangs falling neatly into place, and begins sketching a diagram:
utilitarianism: will the act ultimately result in the best overall resultsâmaximizing utility?
⢠megumi x yuji: opposing personalities balance each other out, ultimately improving their weaknesses. Ⳡe.g. megumi silences yuji when he talks over the lecture, while yuji incites megumi to participate more during group projects, increasing his participation.
⢠nobara x yuji: similar personalities embolden bad habits, ultimately leading to chaos. Ⳡe.g. nobara and yuji are rarely late individually, but when they hang out, they end up coming to class late, usually carrying coffee, and snacks.
getou pops the cap back on and crosses his arms, âI rest my case.â
you cheer while gojo groans, insisting getouâs biased.
determined to recruit an ally, gojo drags you to statistics professor nanami kento, the epitome of calm professionalism. confident in his plan, gojo smirks and declares, âonce nanami agrees with me, the resident genius, your theory will come to a grinding haltâno momentum, no inertia, just friction stopping you in your tracks.â
nanamiâs sitting at his desk engrossed in grading assignments when you all appear in the doorframe. his brown oxfords shined, speckled tie flung loose over his shoulder.
when he notices your presence, he pointedly checks his watch before stating, âyouâve got ten minutes, for,â he gestures, âwhatever this is, I leave at six.â
you explain the predicament and nanami rolls his eyes, rubbing at his temples like heâd just got a headache. âsounds like simple probability, for example,â he rises to pick up a piece of chalk from his blackboard:
p (a) = # of favorable outcomes / # of possible outcomes
p (a) represents the probability of event âaâ, megumi and yuji coupling up
he draws a number here, a letter thereâthe equation is getting increasingly hard to follow, even gojo looks dumbfounded.Â
âtwo, carry the one. and you getâŚâ he starts completing the result:
p (a) = f(u)<k 0ff
he deadpans, the mirth visible in his eyes, âyou guys really thought Iâd help you with your childish endeavor, has anyone ever told you to simply just mind your own.â
you huff out offended, âwe canât mind our business! come on, donât be like that. arenât you close with yuji, being his advisor and all, you should want the best for him!â
nanami sighs, glancing down again at his watch. five more minutes. he approaches you and flips open his phone, scrolling for a couple seconds.Â
âhere look,â he tilts the screen showing a text thread with yuji:
itadori yuji (freshman): sensei can I ask you something?
nanami k.: what can I do for you itadori?Â
itadori yuji (freshman): you know how Iâm undeclared? well, I love spending time with friends. is it okay for their interests to influence my major?
nanami k.: while the choice should ultimately be your decision itadori, it is only natural that your environment and experiences influence the line of thinking that leads to that decision. which of your peers have you found most influential?Â
itadori yuji (freshman): I donât wanna say because I donât think they realize how much I look up to, and respect them. Iâm scared Iâll psyche them out. but theyâre terrific: driven, independent, and forthright.
nanami k.: well if those traits are any indicator they seem like a strong, positive influence to your academics.
you finish reading and you all share a look. you start, âokay so, I think Iâm confident that with yujiâs messages in mind, we all think, no, are certain, that yujiâs ideal match isâŚâ
âmegumi!â
ânobara.â
âmegumi!â
ânobara!â
and so, you once again, begin considering who might be the next best person to consult for an additional perspective.
ââŠâ§âË๨ŕ§Ëâ back in their dorms, megumi, yuji, and nobara canât stop sneezing, the sheer weight of being so heavily discussed tickling their senses.
#nerd!gojo satoru#professor!gojo#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk gojo#jjk geto#geto suguru#jjk aesthetic#jjk crack#jjk au#nanami kento#yuji itadori#nobara kugisaki#megumi fushiguro#itadori x fushiguro#itafushi#yuji x nobara#useless miwa#kasumi miwa
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Rating Nancy Drew Game Moms for Motherâs Day:
Every mom starts out 5/10 for being mom
(Warning: these are just my opinions and Iâm a silly lil guy so)
(Oh and spoilers I guess)
Kate Drew (Nancyâs mom)
10/10
-3 hid things from her family because she was a spy and she dies for it :(
+3 SPY MOM
+5 teaches her daughter about how loved she is and about the beauty of music and poetry and helping others
Camille Hurley (doll mom)
10/10
-5 didnât have kids
+10 OH MY GOSH THATS NOT HER FAULT SHE WANTED THEM SHUT UP SHE HAS HER DOLLS AND WE LOVE HER FOR THAT
Ethel Bossiny (Janeâs tutor while her mother is gone)
6/10
-5 never breeded
+7 breeds chaos consistently
-5 or teaching Jane to be in a cult
+5 for upholding family tradition!
-2 scary as all hell
+4 helps teach Jane life skills and academics while her parents are gone
-3 look where that got her
Linda Penvellyn (Janeâs step-mom)
8/10
-5 Jane has only been in her life like a couple months and hates her
+8 stays even when her husband is not around and she is depleting mentally and physically due to the strain and literal curse this child is putting on her
Renee Penvellyn (Janeâs mom)
7/10
+5 Janeâs favorite mom
+2 opera singer!
-1 hard divorce :(
-4 literally isnât around and this affects child quite badly
Mrs. Petrov (Lindaâs mom)
10/10
+5 literally gets a detective to go investigate why her daughter wasnât feeling well
-2 doesnât go herself
+2 would probably fight the entire Penvellyn family (including Mrs. Drake) for her and thatâs goals
Mrs. Drake (plant mom)
10/10
+3 loves her plants more than people
+2 won awards for best plants
-1 feeds people to her plants
+1 feeds her plants people
Marion Aborn (âfill-inâ mom for Emily)
1/10
-10 not a mom
+10 fills in when Emilyâs mom died
-10 basically a literal kidnapper and thief
+1 makes pie
Ezra Wickford (Dexterâs adoptive⌠dadmom)
8/10
-5 not mom
+10 invented chocolate milk
-4 dexterâs daddy issues
+2 the scrapbook
Kasumi Shimizu (Yumi and Miwakoâs mom)
8/10
+5 literally the glue that held their family together
-2 died
Whomever mothered Lori Girard
0/10
-5 clearly did bad
Jing-Jing Ling (my mom)
10/10
+5 makes fresh-baked cookies every day made of love
Charleena Purcell (mother of all romance novels)
8/10
+5 changed Fatimaâs life forever
-3 bad at fan interactions
+1 has an illustrious air about her which is the perfect condition for romance novels
Miles the Magnificent Memory Machine (Joyâs Robot Thing)
10/10
-10 is a consciousless robot
+2 made with love and the purpose of distributing love and advice to Joy
+10 even bad memories have a place in a good life
+2 the one consistent thing in Joyâs life even when it may annoy her
+1 I will cry
Rita Hallowell (cat mom)
8/10
+5 for literally being the most iconic duo
-2 Usher becomes a legend for constantly wandering aimlessly at Waverly likely seeking his mother after her death
Hannah Gruen (Nancyâs housekeeper)
10/10
+5 caring for Nancy when her mother died and being wonderful always
Emily Griffen (dog mom)
0/10
-5 USED DOGS FOR NEFARIOUS PURPOSES
+2 probably got dogs from the pound and fed them when no one else would
-2 SPECULATION
Sally McDonald (dog mom)
10/10
+2 takes dogs in even when already stressed in life
+1 keeps all of them
+2 has a lots of land for them to play and be friends and have good doggie lives
Rosalie Thornton (Claraâs mother)
0/10
-3 wonât freaking tell her kid who her father is and then dies
-2 look where that got her!
Clara Thornton (Jessalynâs mother)
3/10
-5 MURDERS HER COUSIN!!
+1 this point is from Charlotte cause I feel like she would think the guilt this woman carries about that is punishment enough
+3 literally loves her daughter so much truly
-3 lies consistently to her daughter
+2 she has trauma and her family history is kinda disgusting and has been disgusting to her⌠I kinda get it
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Baldurâs Gate Next Gen
Itâs late and this game is invading my headspace like pests. In a fun way.
I am a nerd when it comes to the next generation/ancestry shenanigans when it comes to video games and story telling for me. The sims and or farm sims I blame horribly with love for the way I act and write. Now this doesnât mean I have beaten the whole game of it but imagination is huge in the world of dungeons and dragons and I kinda wanna share some today. The next generation will be 18+ and of age to go out to adventuring.
Zephyr Ancunin-Wrenhope-
-Son of my beast master ranger shifter, Tasara Wrenhope and Astarion.
-This gremlin is feral like his mother and inherited most of his mannerisms and behavior to her. The other half that his father gifted was his heightened senses and masterful skills in sleight of hand and stealth.
-Zephyrâs genetics have more elf than shifter or vampire, so he is neither a shifter nor a dhampir.
-Loves the night time and takes plenty of siestas during the day. The hunt becomes more fun and thrilling when lurking in the darkness.
-He do bite so be careful.
-Class wise he most likely be a ranger or rogue like his parents though an argument could be made for a Druid.
Kasumi Ravengard
-Daughter of Wyll Ravengard and my cleric/sorceror tav, Aria Yoake.
-Devil blood was easily passed down with this lass, being born a tiefling.
-Her father tutored her in swordplay and always made sure to make time out of his day to spar or spend time with her.
-Gale meanwhile became a godfather/uncle and personal tutor to young Kasumi. Bonding together over their love of books and having Tara rest on the girlâs lap while Gale teaches.
-Kasumi inherited a thirst for adventure and excitement due to her parentsâ stores of their adventures and vowed to train every day in order to become strong and wise enough to travel the world.
-Class wise, sheâd be a sorceress and possibly a fighter. Both Wyll and Aria would strongly advise her not to make deals with any devils due to past experience.
Willow Wrenhope.
-Daughter of Tasara and Halsin.
-Halsin, Tasara, and Astarion are in a polycule relationship and live within the forest where Tasara grew up.
-Halsin does travel back home on occasions to visit his family and make time for his partners and children.
-Willow inherited more of the shifter gene from her mother and shares a similar feral instinct like her half brother.
-Willow would often be seen climbing trees and or bonding with animals, she does find some time to spend with Zephyr. Playing wrestling and sparring which brings their mother to a nostalgic moment.
-Willow adores her uncle, Sabrin and idolizes his magical abilities and sharp shooting.
-Class wise, girl would definitely be a druid like her papa with maybe a level in ranger or barbarian.
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im interested lol, do you have anything else for opposite sekai niigo?
More on the AU beneath the cut.
(Not gonna lie, I originally thought of Airhead!Mafuyu during my making of a Popipa as Niigo AU, with Kasumi taking a Mafuyu-esque role. But that's another story.)
While given time to mull this over, I've gotten a brand-new epiphany:
Opposite!Niigo being a lot like Ensemble Star's Ryuuseitai, taking Kanade's whole "saving-people-with-music" thing into a more physical direction.
(As for a name, I was thinking "1 PM Junkyard", since they always meet up at 1 PM at an abandoned junkyard they use as a makeshift "film studio" of sorts.)
Group roles:
Kanade is the director and composer (and group leader).
Mafuyu is the scriptwriter (hence the notable surreal-ness of their shows).
Ena is the props and costume designer.
Mizuki is the fight (and dance) choreographer.
They would probably cover upbeat songs with positive lyrics, much like a mix between MMJ and WxS, with more of a pop-rock influence.
I'd imagine that, instead of her sweater paws, Opposite!Kanade would always tie her jackets over her shoulders, like a superhero cape. I imagine that Kanade would call themself "K, The Caped Composer". They would also have overwhelming mom/dad-friend energy (a lot like a more confident Honami), much like Chiaki Morisawa with his dad energy.
Thanks to this, I'm now imagining Opposite!Kanade playing basketball with Regular!An and Regular!Haruka.
Because he regularly doesn't watch where he's going (read: disassociation), Opposite!Mafuyu is very clumsy and is covered head-to-toe in colorful bandages (placed there by Kanade).
The KanaMafu is simply "mature and morosexual mom friend" meets "clumsy and childish doofus".
The MafuEna dyamic is basically "agent of chaos (Ena) and biggest enabler (Mafuyu)", with them regularly having to be babysat by Kanade and Mizuki.
Kanade and Mizuki's dynamic is this weird mix between "gym bros" and "team mom and dad", regularly fighting each other to blow off steam and stopping Mafuyu and Ena from doing anything stupid.
The MizuEna dynamic is more-or-less swapped, with loud, prideful and egotistical art genius Opposite!Ena regularly getting on the nerves of stubborn tsundere delinquent Opposite!Mizuki.
Out of the four of them, Opposite!Kanade is really the only person with good test scores (Opposite!Mizuki regularly cuts classes and is a chronic detentionnaire, Ena has a subpar knowledge when it comes to any non-art matters, and Mafuyu is simply Mafuyu), so it's regularly up to her to tutor the rest of her group.
(If I come up with ways to swap the other bands, I could do more. So far, I have EmoHauntedHouse!WxS and ClassicalMusic!VBS.)
#fusion's thoughts#fusion's aus#pjsekai opposite au#nightcord at 25:00#kanade yoisaki#mafuyu asahina#ena shinonome#mizuki akiyama
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"How is it you're here? You look like me, but I only ever dressed like that a few times."
Asked Kasumi to her younger self, who went by Misty instead, as anyone would, she was surprised and shocked to see them somehow, but as far as Kasumi gathered, this was her but also not, it sounded like they lived different lives, Misty was mostly how everyone knew her with how she dressed and travelled with Ash, but was also trans.
Kasumi however, was female from birth and never left her gym unless it was time off and became a swimming tutor too along with being the Gym leader which was reflected with her wearing a swimsuit and flip-flops, sometimes wearing a jacket if she had to go anywhere, even her hair had been trimmed a bit shorted for practicality.
(From @firestormburningflames)
Misty rubbed the back of her head, which was still pounding after the light show in the wormhole. "That's the last time I trust Ash's directions. Led me right into an Ultra Wormhole," she sighed. "You don't know him, but he's a pain in my butt," she groaned. Her older body was beautiful, though Misty knew this was both wanting to be her and wanting her, a familiar feeling. She kept that desire lower on her mind, though.
"I guess our sisters never really ran the gym in this world?" she asked, glad that the two were alone.
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Love Live SIFAS, Season 5, Chapter 48: Rina Wants to Experience with Mia
Rina and Kasumi decide to do the Other Programs Experience in the International Studies program, and go to Mia for some extra help with English beforehand. Mia is a little skeptical, until Rina explains why she wants to learn English.
(Mia tutors them a little, but also emphasizes how in simple conversational situations like the ones likely to come up in the class, body language/gestures are also important. Afterwards, Rina reports back about the applicability of that advice.)
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Truth or Dare
This fic is for @konoblog-simps August 2021 Server Collab: College AU! My first collab! Very proud and I hope y'all like it!
pairing(s): Nanami Kento x Reader | with shades of Megumi Fushiguro x Reader |
wc: 7k
warnings: 18+ content, graphic sex, student/teacher relationship, age gap
âTrue or dare?â
âI donât know ⌠truth.â
It was your fault, really, for thinking that an evening with Nobara could ever be tame.
Because the girls pounced and only later would you realize it had been the plan all along â
An ambush.
âAre you dating Professor Nanami?â
You nearly choked on your piece of popcorn.
âNobara, you promised!â Kasumi shrieked, flustered.
Ah, Kasumi. Youâre only true friend.
Nobaraâs chuckle was so dark. âSo what?â
Your eyes bulged as you lurched over, coughing. But Nobara was unfazed, the face she wore just as curious as ever.
âI â wha â what?â
Nobara chesired, her smile one of victory. Checkmate.
âYou heard me, (Y/n),â she said, leaning forward. âDonât even pretend to choke to get out of telling us ââ
âIâm not â pretending ââ
âSo is it true?â
You recovered with a gulp of water. When you put it aside, eyes watering from your near-death, the girls â Nobara, Maki, Mai, Kasumi â were all laser-focused on you. The tv remained on the menu of some random streaming service, unmoved and forgotten. Mai held the remote. Kasumi had saved your popcorn but it, too, lay ignored.
And you knew you wouldnât be able to get out of it.
You fixed Nobara with a defeated glare. âWhy do you gotta be so evil?â
âIs it true?â
This was the whole point of the slumber party, after all: not to celebrate the last night you all would spend as college students â that was merely a cover-up â but to get you to dish on your relationship with Nanami. But how had they found out? You hadnât heard any rumors â which ⌠didnât mean they werenât around, being spread from ear to ear, text to text. The idea of a student shacking up with a teacher at Jujutsu University was not a story worthy of anyoneâs attention; for months, there had been rumors about Professor Gojoâs ⌠escapades. You all had thought it would turn out to be Kasumi who had become the apple of his eye, but it turned out to be some sophomore none of you even knew.
What was salacious about all this was that this was Professor Nanami.
Nanami.
âItâs âŚâ You trailed, eyes shifty. Finally, you sighed. âItâs kinda true.â
Kasumi squealed. Nobara crossed her arms, smile satisfied while Maki smirked at you, resting her chin on her knuckles. And Maiâs smile was too coquettish for you to keep eye contact with her.
âWhat?â Maki raised an eyebrow. âSo, Megumi was just a cover-up then?â
Oh, god, Megumi.
Shoot, Megumi. It was a silly half-truth â you knew he crushed on you, but when you looked at him, all you could see was your childhood friend, your confidante. In the back of your mind, you had hoped that Megumi would stifle any rumors if they existed. That the rest of the university would see you with the cutest boy on campus and just assume.
âWhat?â You spat as Nobara burst out laughing. âNo!â
âI fucking knew it,â Nobara said. âMen â theyâre all the same. I donât care how buttoned-up Professor Nanami is, it doesnât change a single thing!â
âSo youâre not really dating Megumi?â was Kasumiâs question.
âWhenâd you even start dating?â was Maiâs.
âWhatâs he like in bed?â was Nobaraâs.
âI second that,â Maki chuckled.
âWhoa, whoa, whoa,â You cut the air with your hands. âSlow down â all of you! Howâd you even find this out?â
Nobara was the one with shifty eyes now. She sucked in her cheek, pursed her lips.
â⌠Yuji.â
You dropped your coca-cola can with a huge thud. âWhat the fuck? Yuji?!â
âJust the other day he gave me a ride,â Nobara started, shrugging. âHe was all like, âyo, whatâs (Y/n) doing coming outside of Professor Nanami's apartment. And just the other day I saw her having lunch with him. I guess he must be a good tutor or something because I donât think heâs taking on any other students.â Heâs so dense, that boy. And you hadnât said anything about being tutored by him â so it could only mean one thing.â
âYouâve been dropping it low for Kento,â Maki said.
The girls â save Kasumi, who only reddened to a tomato color â burst out laughing, Nobara almost knocking over the bowl of popcorn that Kasumi, once again, saved from tipping over.
âOh, god,â You said. âOkay, look â stop fucking laughing â I can explain, okay? I can!â
âAll right, then, (Y/n),â Nobara said. âExplain.â
You rolled your eyes, preparing yourself as the girls leaned in.
âIt ⌠it was a couple months ago.â
~*~
âI love you.â
At first, you were sure the words had been yanked from a fever dream of yours, some fourth dimension â because that was the only explanation for them.
That, or Megumi was being honest.
âWhat ⌠did you just say?â You blinked.
Megumiâs eyes read yours, probably searching for some indication of your true feelings in them. You revealed none, because he repeated himself in a soft, shuddering breath:
âI love you, (Y/n).â
You said nothing because you could say nothing. You leaned on the buildingâs railing, looking out past the roof. You had gotten Megumiâs note, to meet you here as the sun fell. Now, the dying sun, nestled by thick clouds, warmed your bewildered face and highlighted the anticipation in Megumiâs.
âI ⌠I ⌠Megumi âŚâ
Megumiâs hand came to hold your face and you felt him close in. Goodness, he was beautiful, you swam in the dark of his eyes as he closed the distance between you. His other hand rested on your wrist, giving it a soft squeeze.
He was beautiful, but âŚ
You didnât move as Megumiâs lips met your stilled ones. You felt him kiss you, felt him wait for you to respond, to melt into his touch so he could do the same, but you remained stiff, closed. You couldnât bring yourself to pull away or lean in; you, who was still frozen in time from the moment his confession left him.
He pulled away, and there was a pause, pregnant and painful.
Megumiâs face fell, the only light available leaving his eyes. â(Y/n), I âŚâ
âIâm sorry, Megumi, I âŚâ You began, moving away from the railing. âI canât â I â I donât reciprocate, Iâm sorry.â
â(Y/n)!â
You didnât stop when he called out to you, pushing the door open and fleeing down the row upon row of stairs. It felt maddening, Wonderland-esque, riding down the series of steps as Megumiâs face fell in your mind, the flavor of his lips still on yours. You were sure any moment the staircase would give underneath you, leaving you tunneling down into darkness.
But somehow you made it past the stairs of Megumiâs apartment and onto the street.
A soft sob left you as you were left in the cold night air. The streets out of the complex were bustling, but surprisingly not as they should have been; you were grateful for it â there were not as many out tonight to witness your humiliation, your endless confusion.
Just how long had Megumi felt this way for you? You knew other people thought you had feelings for one another, even an item â but Megumi himself? You thought you had him figured out. That he rolled his eyes at the idle gossip and continued to love you, platonically, from afar âŚ
Youâd been wrong. So wrong. What else had you been wrong about?
Megumi had meant to be your way home, but now? You resigned yourself to walk, asking yourself how could it possibly get worse?
Always the question to ask: the sky darkened. You felt the tip of a raindrop hit your nose.
âNo!â You moaned, your misery compounding. You removed your jacket, cloaking it over your body.
You began to run, getting soaked as the rain began to pour on you. You slowed down, submitting to both the rain and the agony of what the day had been. You were truly crying now, for Megumi and yourself. How would you save your friendship? What you wouldnât give to sink into your bed now âŚ
You heard the soft purr of an engine and looked behind you: a car.
The car was pure black and sheen, light bouncing off the hood perfectly as it pulled up at your side. Anxiety flared up in you again. Oh no âŚ
You inched away from the car, cautious. But a familiar face, obscured by the tinted windows âŚ
The window rolled down and your heartbeat paced even faster. You waited.
The window came down. Blond hair slicked back. A fine cream suit. Glasses.
You had never seen him like this, outside his clichĂŠ professor button-ups, his average attire. You had to squint â then you reeled back, eyes wide.
âProfesor Nanami?â
âMiss (L/n) âŚâ was his answer. Even though the dark of his glasses, you could tell he was looking over you, inquisitive but still quiet.
âWhaââ You stammered, adjusting the jacket over your head. âWhat are you doing out?â
âI believe that question should be reserved for me to you, Miss (L/n),â was Professor Nanami's answer, but there was, surprisingly, no edge to it. His brows furrowed with, you imagined wildly, with concern. âWhat are you doing out here in the rain?â
âI ââ You felt your face burn. You had no words, still possessed from the shock of seeing him outside of his classroom. It was becoming comical, the rain; surely god had sent yet another deluge just mock you.
âNevermind that now,â Professor Nanami changed his mind, reaching over, opening the passenger seat for you. âGet in.â
âI donât think ââ
âDonât be silly; youâre drenched. Inside, thatâs not a request.â
You didnât object a second time; you had no reason to. Your jacket was becoming a poor substitute for an umbrella â or a roof â and you were tired, in more ways than one. You moved from the sidewalk, crunching into the car, spine bent, with a grunt. You set yourself in, thanking whatever god that had attempted to drown you that his seats were leather and not suede.
Professor Nanami said nothing. With not even a look your way he began to pull away from the sidewalk back to the main streets. If not for the streetlights, you wouldâve thought the world had been plunged into darkness. The carâs lights from the engine flared in your face, creating tiny stars dazzled in your eyes.
âYou can turn the radio on,â he said gently. âAnd then you can tell me where to drop you off.â
âUm, no, thatâs ⌠thatâs okay,â You said. But it wasnât okay; you werenât okay with the way the silence droned on, how seen you felt. You felt as though the streetâs lights careened to spotlight you, a pitiful dear in the midst of them. You began to think of maybe taking that back, reaching for the radioâs dial when â
âForgive me; itâs not really my business,â Professor Nanami said, ânor is it much of a mystery; Iâm sure you were just out for a night at the town. It is a Saturday, after all âŚâ
Then, you realized: mercy. Professor Nanami had arrived before Megumi had chased after you. You wouldâve had no clue what to do with yourself, had he seen that.
âNo,â You said, your chuckle weak. âI shouldnât have asked, either. I was just â just surprised to see you.â
âI imagine so,â Professor Nanami said, pausing the car at a stoplight.
You turned your head to him just in time to see the edges of his lips curl, as though he had found something passively funny. You were so unfamiliar with his smile that you simply blinked, believing, again, it another quirk of your imagination.
âItâs all right,â he said. âI donât mind answering your question: I was out on a date tonight, one of my first in a while.â
You blinked again, several times. Whaaaaat? You were stunned for a second.
Your silence gave him incentive for him to go on. âIt didnât go as well as Iâd hoped. She ⌠wasnât what I thought she was going to be.â
Ahh, so a bad online date, then.
Feeling a little braver, you asked: âWhat do you mean?â
Professor Nanami was quiet, worrying you. The light flashed green and the car sprung into gear again, the motion jolting you back in your seat. Oh no, I went too far. You prepared an apology when:
âShe made herself sound so open, so accepting,â Professor Nanami went on. âShe was actually quite selfish ⌠And she some ⌠opinions.â
You looked at him. It was finished, clearly, and this time you didnât want him to elaborate. You were miserable, but you didnât want his company in it.
Although there was a part of you â a small part, a very small part â enjoying this. This human Professor Nanami who went on bad dates and suffered disappointment and picked up desperate girls in their time of need.
Oh, you thought. You had a hard time coming to terms with it all â where you were, in Professor Nanami's car, hearing him going on about girl trouble. But you also had never expected this. The idea of having such personal common ground with Nanami. How could you? You felt oddly close to him at that moment, as though the two of you had been doing this for ages, like old friends.
âBut nevermind that,â Professor Nanami said. âItâs over and I do not dwell on things like this. It changes nothing. Letâs address the main issue: where were you headed?â
You didnât answer. You couldnât tell him, the events of the night brought a burning heat to your cheeks. What were you meant to say? My best friend just told me he loved me and kissed me. I wasnât going anywhere but away. But then you considered â he had just shared his disappointments with you, were you really so sure he would judge you? The urge to conceal what the evening had become came and went, came and went again, flowing and surging away at regular intervals.
Then you relented to the logic of the situation. If he judges me, heâs not who I thought he was.
âI ⌠wasnât,â You admitted. âHeaded anywhere, that is; I ⌠I had to reject someone, too, tonight âŚâ
âHmm,â Professor Nanami said. âI see.â
A second. Then another.
âBut ⌠thank you,â You said and told him where you lived.
A few moments passed in silence. Nanami didnât ask who it was and you didnât tell â Megumi didnât deserve to be the subject of such idle gossip.
âIâm sure it will be all right,â Professor Nanami said. âNo one plans love, after all.â
You looked at him, surprised. Who was this Professor Nanami? You recalled the hard ass, the exasperated professor youâd come to recognize. Who was this man?
He pulled up at your address, and you opened the car door.
âIf you need anything, just ask.â
You just looked at him, hand on the door. Flattery, completely unlike the kind that you were waiting to feel when Megumi kissed you, flooded your senses as you searched Professor Nanami's face with your eyes. He was always an incredibly handsome man to you, but now it seemed as though every beautiful feature of his face blared into high definition, highlighted by the carâs neon lights.
âI will,â You simply said. âThanks.â
You got out slowly, closing the car door and without looking back â somehow, a little frightened to look back â retreating to the inside of your apartment.
Professor Nanami waited until you were inside until he drove away, and you watched his car disappear down a corner, wondering if, maybe, you had been in a dream all day.
~*~
âI think my heartâs about the give out âŚâ Kasumi said.
âOh, god,â Mai said between giggles. âDid you two, that night âŚ?â
You rounded on her, truly upset for the first time. âOf course not. Nanami is a gentleman ââ
âWe really are on a first name basis,â Maki said, helping herself to popcorn stolen from Kasumi. âOh, Okay.â
âWell, I mean,â You blushed. âNot that night.â
âOh, good lord,â Kasumi said.
âShut it,â Maki said. âThis is getting good.â
~*~
If you need anything, just ask.
It seemed you needed Professor Nanami for everything. One night of his help became many.
Until one night became two months.
You and Professor Nanami â Kento, his name became yours every time you said it, the syllables sounding so heavenly rolled off your tongue â were spending almost all of your time together. You went out to lunch together, watched movies together. You were helping him grade papers, being one of his best students, and at first, you objected but came to accept the work gladly when he insisted. During class hours you were student and teacher, and once those hours ran out you would make it back to his apartment. Sometimes he would drive you â whenever he could, he would arrange to pick you up. When it wasnât possible, you made it back on your own to spend your afternoons with him.
The wheels of your life had run away from you. You felt almost like Sisyphus, the Greek myth having become familiar to you in your sophomore year. The boulder youâd been instructed with falling away from your eyes and down the hill without being able to intervene.
You became ⌠uncomfortably aware of your crush on Nanami â the crush youâd always harbored, kept close to your heart, and spoke of to no one. And before, there had been no reason to speak on it; this was Professor Nanami, the quiet, stern disciplinarian your classmates were all afraid of.
But now ⌠the crush flared to life, blatantly obvious to you. It startled you. You spoke little of the nature of your relationship with him and Nanami pressed the issue little, going surprisingly quiet whenever you attempted to raise the topic.
I canât just keep seeing you like this, you wanted to say. Itâs not professional.
Yes, Nanamiâs silence seemed to say. Yes, you can.
It came to a point where you were sharing evenings â at his apartment. You often occupied his barely-used living room, a quaint little space heâd turned into a mess with his essay papers, notebooks, old soda cans, and stained coffee cups. Things managed to make their way out of his suitcase to clutter the room at the end of the day and he could hardly gather the patience to tidy it again.
All this. How had it gotten here? But sometimes you wondered ⌠what was next?
And would you want it?
Nanami was uncomfortable with people on campus knowing and so were you â you just didnât know why. It wasnât like anything was wrong; you were both adults, you in your senior year.
Because itâs just weird, you told yourself.
And you were sure all of your friends would support it if it was what you wanted.
At least Yuji thought so.
âYou seem happier,â he said one day, kicking his feet up opposite you on the table you ate on.
âHuh,â was all you said at first. Judging by the ambiguity of his statement, you figured he hadnât quite put his finger on what was making you so happy. âHow so?â
âDunno. You just do,â Yuji had said with a cute shrug. âLike, lighter, I guess.â
Lighter. Nanami invited himself into your mind and you smiled softly at the sight of him in your mindâs eye.
âI mean,â You shrugged back, playing it cool, âI guess so, if you put it like that.â
âIâm glad,â Yuji said before his eyes widened. âWait a minute â did you and Megumi finally get together?â
You nearly spit out your drink. âWhat?â
You hadnât spoken a full sentence to Megumi since heâd confessed to you at sunset and he hadnât approached you once to rectify that fact; you werenât sure if he would ever speak to you again. And given Yujiâs statement, it was clear he hadnât spoken much to Megumi either; anyone with a brain could see that Megumi was positively gloomy these days, the complete opposite of what he would be if your reception toward him had been positive.
What was worse ⌠Perhaps, he suspected something â maybe not a full something, but a slight something; you would sit in Nanamiâs class and feel the heat of Megumiâs stare on your back and wondered if Nanami was being given the same treatment, though there was no way for you to know, not under these conditions.
âYuji,â You said. âNo.â
He squinted at you, smile devilish. âI bet if you did hook up with him you wouldnât tell anyone~â
You didnât know what to say to that, and the weight of your true secret kept you silent.
~*~
A.
A.
B.
Oh, definitely C â
Nanamiâs shoulders began to shake in your peripheral vision. You faced him to see he was laughing, and your heart fluttered; he so rarely laughed.
You smiled at him, straightening yourself against the edge of the couch. âWhat?â
âYouâre nearly as tough as I am,â Nanami explained. âI can see you scores from here. I imagine that last F was Itadoriâs?â
You grunted, jiggling your laptop on your lap to shield the screen away from him. âNo, for a matter of fact, itâs not.â
Nanamiâs laugh waned to a soft rumble in his throat. âVery well.â
His own laptop was situated on the coffee table, which he abandoned to make a cup of the aforementioned. You kept grading, relaxed by the domestic sounds of rustling in the kitchen; the mundane clank of silverware, and the droning of the coffee machine. When he returned, he came your way, and you werenât ignorant of the glance he gave to your screen.
When he sat down, you waited for it, fingers mindlessly clicking away.
âFushiguro, is that right?â
Oh no.
âYe ⌠Yeah.â You said honestly. You couldnât help it; youâd given him an A. âHe did really good on that last essay you gave us on global economies. Itâs not a surprise heâs top of the class âŚâ
âAlong with you,â Nanami said.
Once again, you choose silence, easing the lid of your laptop closed. The lack of light caused you to blink the darkness away from your eyes.
â⌠Is it true, then?â Nanami asked. âAre you and Mr. Fushiguro âŚ?â
âNo,â You said. âNo, weâre not, and we never have been and we ââ you caught yourself, swallowing before you finished, âwe probably never will be.â
Nanami paused. âI see. I was only ââ
And you laughed, sudden, intrusive mirth that caught you off guard. You put a hand to your chest, felt how foreign the laugh seemed to bubble there. This was insane â you, here, with him. âNo, itâs not true, all right? And it never will be. I donât love Megumi â I donât and sometimes I wished I did.â
âI âŚâ Nanami trailed. â(Y/n), I ââ
âI happen to enjoy spending time with you more,â You went on, your mouth run away from you. âYou know, if weâre talking intimacy and all that.â
â(Y/n) âŚ!â
You laughed back, and before you could catch yourself:
âI like you! Itâs almost like Megumi was the cover-up for you all along!â
âŚ
Oh shit.
The silence was deafening, only the gentle hum of the coffee machine as the two of you sat across from each other, unable to look away.
You blinked, lips parted as you stared up at Nanami, whose expression mirrored yours. Oh, god. All the words you had said, now out in the air, and all you wanted to do was to shove them back down your throat.
âI ââ You tried, feeling lost. âI â I didnât mean ââ
âYou have no idea how happy I am to hear that,â Nanami blurted.
Another pause; Nanami had, apparently, not meant to say that either because he stood immediately, shielding whatever darting his eyes must have been doing with the sharp turn of his head. He raised from the couch, laptop underneath his armpit.
âThat was unbecoming,â Nanami hastened. âI have to go. Good night.â
âNanam ââ
âFeel free to leave anytime.â
In a flash, Nanami was across the room. In another second, a door slammed, and your afternoon with him came to an end.
~*~
âOh my god,â Kasumi cooed. âThatâs so sad âŚâ
âYeah,â Maki said. âHope you get to the sex soon; Iâm gettinâ kinda down.â
You looked to Nobara, whose face was difficult to read as her eyes bared on you.
âWell, (Y/n)?â her tone was soft. âWas there sex?â
You bit your lip, hands in your lap.
â⌠Yes.â
~*~
You would not converse with Nanami for a week after that.
Besides school, you thought of nothing but Nanami, a preoccupation that only grew when you had to sit in his class and watch him ignore you both for the sake of his job and simply to avoid your knowing gaze. You felt yourself going insane with want, insane from lack of his attention. You knew there was so much more he wanted to say but had reserved himself to say nothing.
And it was killing you.
You grazed each other in the halls, were never in the same room together if not his classroom, if you were only for a second and not a second more.
You felt tightropped; you had said too much â and so had Nanami. But it had only been ⌠only been what you had really felt, hadnât it? You had never been happier than when you were with him. And now? You simply missed him. You shared his classroom but not his company, his space but not his heart.
And not his bed, either. The last of which had come to bother you more than you cared to say.
You waited it out until you were done with exams. You kept a straight profile around your friends but wondered if youâd truly been able to fool them and, besides the occasional side-eye from Megumi, no one said a thing.
Sunday night. Your final exam had been submitted and with that came relief, but a relief that did little to suffice. You craved the relief that would come from communicating with Nanami.
You arrived at Nanamiâs apartment before dark, rounding the corner to his door with sweaty palms, anticipation knawing at your heart. Nightmare scenarios ran in the back of your head as you neared the door. What if he didnât want you here? What if he yelled at you to leave? Youâd never heard Nanami raise his voice anywhere â neither in class nor in the snippets of time you had stolen in his personal life. Were you risking it?
âAll right,â You said, swallowing your anxiety. Your knuckles floated inches from the door.
Here goes nothing.
You knocked. Waited.
âŚ
You heard rumbling from the other side and anxiety jumped in your throat, your fight or flight response dizzying you. You felt your leg twitch. Run, run, turn back and go while you still have a â
The door opened, revealing Nanami.
⌠chance.
You did not go in his office, ever; it felt like the final straw, the final frontier. The ultimate line between you and Nanami as you shared a space.
He was dressed in a button-up, long-sleeved shirt, hair scrambled out of its normal slick-back style. He appeared ⌠tired to you. There was always a tiredness, lay at the edge of Nanamiâs being. It lived in everything he did. Youâd grown so accustomed to it you hardly noticed now, but this seemed different; you could imagine the dark crescents underneath his eyes, should he ever take off his glasses. It didnât escape you, the fact that he was wearing them indoors â something he never did when he was home.
He stared at you, expression inscrutable.
Feeling trapped b, you went for levity.
âWearing shades inside, are we?â
Shut up.
Nanami sighed.
âIs there something you wanted, (Y/n)?â
âYâ yes,â You said, feeling braver by the second; you straightened but despite your best efforts could come nowhere near his height. âI wanted to talk ⌠about the other night.â
Nanami turned his head. You could almost see the scale, the weight of his options measuring up against one another.
Another sigh; Nanamiâs hand relaxed on the knob.
âCome in,â Nanami droned.
Yay! You let yourself as Nanami widened the door for you. He closed the door and went ahead of you and, like an excited puppy, you tailed him to his office.
âI almost thought youâd say no to me,â You said, breaking the uneasy silence.
Nanami didnât turn back to face you, leading you down the corridor to his home office.
â⌠Nonsense.â
He creaked the mahogany door open. The room succumbed to creeping darkness and wouldâve been swallowed by it, save for the lamp, its soft, orange light emanating over laptop keys and scrambled pages that littered the island of his desk.
Nanami situated himself back in his chair, silent.
âWhatever you need, be quick about it. Iâve got a lot of work to do ⌠unfortunately.â
All the worry you harbored coming over was gone. Replaced, now, by a slight pinch of annoyance. Your eyebrows furrowed as you surveyed him, his fingers dancing over clanking laptop keys.
âSo youâre going to be coy about it?â You said.
âI havenât a clue as to what youâre referring,â Nanami replied.
âDonât give me that bullshit.â
Nanamiâs fingers paused. He removed them from the keys and sat back, reaching a hand up to rub his temple.
âI donât have time, (Y/n),â he said.
You could hear it in his tone; the overtaxed nature of his voice, as though heâd been mulling over only the most difficult of things all day. But at that moment you cared little.
âYou have time for this, Nanami,â You said. âYou had a whole two months worth of time.â
âThat ââ he cut off his speech, averting his gaze. No,â he countered, beginning to stack papers, âI donât.â
You slammed your hand on his desk.
âGoddamit, Nanami!â You exclaimed. âJust talk to me! You canât ignore me forever!â
Nanami was undisturbed by your outburst. âI donât know what you want to hear. This has gone on for too long ââ
âAnd what exactly is this?â You retorted, eyebrow raised. âWhat is this, Nanami?â
At last, some progress; Nanami breathed out of his nostrils before looking up at you at last, eyes darkened by his shades.
âSomething I can admit has gone too far,â he said. âLike I said, I donât have to partake in this ââ
âBut you want to,â Your tone was dangerously low. You couldnât stop yourself; you gave out a little laugh under your breath. âYouâre scared, thatâs what this is. Thatâs all it is. Youâre scared that if you talk to me youâll say the wrong thing; youâll say what you want to say ââ
He stood, cutting you off as his chair rolled away from the desk.
âYou want me to talk?â Nanami said, cold fury. âFine. I canât bring myself to stop thinking about you. I havenât been the same since ⌠since this began and I find myself glad of it; my life was miserable before I let you into it. All I can think about now is how I no longer want to be your professor, I âŚâ
Nanamiâs snatched the shades from his face, his face falling in his hand. His other hand was flat on the desk to steady him. You were silent, overwhelmed by what Nanami himself was overwhelmed by. You crossed the room slowly until you were behind the desk.
âThereâs so much I want to be to you that I can never be as your teacher, I âŚâ Nanami paused, dropping his glasses on the desk, âI donât know how ⌠this can ever be proper, no matter how much I may want it âŚâ
You reached forward, feeling bold, and caressed his cheek in your palm, forcing him to face you.
âDo you want this to be proper,â you said, âor do you want to be happy?â
You came close. Close, until you were too close and Nanami hadnât stopped you. Quite the contrary; his hands met your hips, his hot breath tickling your lips.
âI donât care if its proper,â you whispered, ghosting his lips, âI ⌠I want to be happy.â
And it was amazing how the memory of Megumiâs lips fell away as you introduced your lips to Nanamiâs, as though his kiss was a mere imitation of what you imagined and were now shrouded by the reality of Nanamiâs.
His hands wasted no time; he embraced you, pulled you tighter to him with an audible moan. You held his face as his hands roamed your body, pressing you into his desk. His hand slipped past your ass, to your thighs. You allowed him to lift you onto the desk as your hands fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, where you could detect the ghost of muscle underneath the fabric.
â(Y/n), I ââ but you refused to let him continue, covering your mouth with his. You had waited so long to feel him and he could apologize only with his tongue, with his hands, making their way pulling up your skirt, acquainting themselves with the elastic of your panties. He pulled them down as he flicked at your tongue with his own.
You pulled his shirt away and felt the hardness of his chest. You nibbled against his tongue and relished in the vibration of his moan. Your hands found their way in his hair as you left his mouth, drawing kisses down his powerful jawline, down to his neck, sucking at his adamâs apple â
â(Y/n), shit ââ
Nanami hung his head back as you spoiled him with kisses. Your panties were snagged at the back of your knees and you flung your legs forward so he could shed them from your body, your wet pussy now moistening his desk.
You couldnât stop. Nanami, Nanami.
âDonât wait,â You said, feeling feverish from his touch, his hands now adoring your breasts through your shirt, your erect nipples straining against the satin of your bra. Nanamiâs erect cock rocked into your inner thigh, forcing you to purr. âDonât wait, just ⌠just fuck me âŚâ
Nanami pulled down the straps of both your tank top and bra, leaving you disheveled until he reached behind you, undoing the strap to your bra and letting it fall in your lap.
You were too hot to worry if Nanamiâs enjoyed the sight of you, your gaze heavy-lidded and trapped to him as he sucked in a breath as you leaned away, allowing him a full view of your tits.
âFuck me,â You said. âFuck me, sir.â
He growled.
âGladly.â
Nanami undid his fly and you hooked your foot against the back of his knee, waiting with a bitten lip. You were wet â you could feel your thick, swollen lips squeezed against one another â but you were wet enough for this?
But when Nanamiâs cock sprung free, long, and deliciously pink, you couldnât bring yourself to care, excited for the pain of the semi-dry fuck.
He positioned himself and you wrapped your legs around him.
He slipped inside.
Your eyes went wide, head flung back as Nanami squeezed past your fleshy ring with a satisfied groan. Your hands flew to his naked back, nails digging into the flushed skin there as you were met with the pain-pleasure. He moved until all of him was inside you, until his tip tickled your cervix. The fabric of his jeans tickled your labia, and you were sure he would be drenched in your juices by the time this was over â
But there was no time to think about any of that as Nanami wasted no time beginning to thrust. Your juices slicked around his cock, eradicating the masochistic bite his cock had as it sunk into your pussy.
âYou,â Nanami gasped at your shoulder as you bit into his own, âare so tight â oh, go â fuck â what am I going to do with you âŚ?â
Oh. This was what youâd been missing all week? All the times you sat with him, wondering how he would feel inside you, wanting him? All that time wasted, you thought, as Nanami began pounding into you. And how long must he have wanted you? How long had he been waiting to bury himself inside of you, hear his name leave your lips in the most sinful of ways?
If you hadnât been wet enough then, you certainly were now; you wrapped arms around him as he rocked his hips into you, the desk creaking from the harsh effort of his thrusts. You screamed â only before Nanami met you with his lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth with no ceremony to taste your wanton cries.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, felt him lift you from the desk. Your naked tits rubbed up against his chest, the sensitive nubs tickled as you bounced atop him.
Nanami nibbled on your bottom lip and your body sang with it all â you knew wouldnât last long, not like this.
Nanami showed no sign of stopping, hands resting against your ass, squeezing the meaty skin there. He gasped, his cock kissing your cervix, compounding your pleasure and leaving you uttering a series of helpless gasps.
âOh â Nanami, yes, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, yes, oh!â
He settled you down again but only to sneak a hand to your clit, where his fingers pleasured the nub, adding to a pleasure you thought impossible to increase.
His hand caught your face, forcing your gaze to him. He said nothing but the message was clear. Let me see you cum. Look at me as I finish you off.
You felt your orgasm rise, your muscles tightening, insides squeezing Nanami for dear life. Your hands lost themselves in his hair as you came, a single, helpless cry fell from your lips and this one Nanami did not conceal. He bit into your neck, riding out your already oversensitive body, your poor nerves sounding at all of the sensations at once.
Your orgasm softened but Nanamiâs thrusts had not and just as you were sure you would pass out from the pounding with a groan he left you, releasing streams of cum on the side of his desk, drips of semen landing on your inner thigh. You watched, sucking a lip in your mouth, as Nanamiâs cock drained itself, trapped in his fervent fist.
It was finally over. Nanami leaned forward, his breath shuddering his chest as he met your gaze.
âCertainly a long time coming,â he said, cock still in hand. âI admit I shouldâve done this sooner âŚâ
âLikewise.â
Nanami laughed at your breathless quip. âAnd it wonât be the last time. Now, you will help me clean this up â or youâll have to find another college professor to seduce. I donât want a mess.â
You giggled and obliged. Whatever reservations Nanami might have held were surely gone now.
~*~
âHoly shit,â Nobara said, looking contemplative. âRight there in the office, huh?â
âSounds about right,â Mai said.
Maki was, for once, speechless.
Kasumi said nothing, a piece of popcorn falling from her open mouth as she stared at you.
You blushed at her. Of course, you hadnât shared the raunchiest details of that afternoon with Nanami, rutting endlessly in his office, but youâd shared enough to surely give the girls some things to think about long after this sleepover had ended. It was only common courtesy to Nanami that you keep a lid on the more sordid elements, like how one night had turned into many, how Nanami hadnât been nearly as exhausted as you had come to believe. But those werenât for you to tell, so you did little telling.
âThanks, Nobara,â Maki turned to Nobara. âI went along with all this because Iâm messy, but now Iâm just jealous.â
âYeah, talk about a bummer,â Mai pouted, fanning herself with her hand. âWonder if Professor Gojo still hits up his students ⌠and Iâm definitely cute enough ââ
âWill you all shut up?â Kasumi exclaimed, red in the face. âSheâs not done with her story!â
âUh, of course she is?â Nobara said. âWe figured out theyâre fucking. Thatâs all Iâve gotta know.â
âWerenât you even listening?â Kasumi said. âShe said they were kinda.â
âHmm ⌠thatâs right, you did say that,â Mai said, facing you. âWhat gives?â
âYeah,â Maki said. âYou still hittinâ it or what?â
âMaki!â Kasumi chastised.
âItâs okay, Kasumi,â You told her. You smiled to yourself. âWeâre ⌠not together anymore.â
âWhat?â the room erupted in unison.
The popcorn, at last, finally made it to the floor, spilling on the carpet as Maki stood up in surprise.
âWhat do you mean?â Nobara exclaimed.
âYou broke up after all that?â Mai said. âYou really are insane, you know that?â
Regardless, you kept your smile. âWe just came to a point where we realized this just ⌠wasnât working. We still ⌠you know, every now and again.â
That night, as great as it had been, had done nothing to assuage the intimacy Nanami wanted with you but just couldnât have; the weight of the secret was too much, and there was no reason to hold up something so heavy.
âWhew,â Maki said.
âShut up, Maki!â Kasumi said.
âBut weâre not together, together,â You clarified.
âWow âŚâ Nobara said. âShe gets to reject Megumi of all people, gets to bang Professor Nanami and keeps banging him, and leaves them both ⌠what a queen.â
âMore like court jester,â Mai said. âAfter all that âŚâ
âAh, well, I can see why you didnât tell anyone,â Nobara said. âAnyway, Iâm beat.â
âI canât believe youâre tired,â Kasumi deadpanned.
âHey, I got what I wanted,â Nobara said. âLetâs just enjoy the rest of the night, all right?â
No one argued after that; the thrill of your secret seemed to die away as you gathered around to clean up the spilled popcorn. You finished up a movie, answering impromptu questions the girls had now and again before you all began to settle in for a nightâs sleep, your final night as college students.
You were just pulling the covers over yourself when your phone vibrated at your side. You turned over, picked it up, the hidden notification on your lock screen too surreal to be true:
Megumi.
You shielded the phone screen underneath your blanket, flicking your phone open to see the full message:
Iâm sorry. Can we talk?
Hesitantly, you answered:
Sure.
You waited, the three bouncing dots at the edge of the message appâs screen torturing you.
I was never mad at you, Megumi wrote back. And I hope youâre not mad at me.
Iâm not, you answered.
I was just so embarrassed. I canât wait to apologize in person.
Even you had to laugh at that.
Happy last-night-as-a-senior day.
You, too.
You could hear the soft snores Kasumi gave at your side, already fast asleep, and you felt a relaxation come over you. You didnât care, you were just happy to have Megumi as your friend again, having never really lost him. But still: Nanami was on your mind. And ⌠as happy as you were that it had been Megumi to reach you, your heart had wanted it to be Nanami.
In your peripheral, a new message. You looked.
Also, have you heard the news?
No, you wrote back. What news?
You havenât heard? Megumi wrote. Professor Nanami quit.
~*~
You loved your new job â how could you not? The smell of the bakeryâs bread lived under your nose as you performed the most mundane task; ringing up customers, sweeping the floors, organizing the pantry.
It had been three weeks since graduation, the sky full with hats thrown toward the heavens. Three weeks since you had repaired your friendship with Megumi. And three weeks since ⌠Nanami had left Jujutsu University. He had ceased all contact with you and this time you didnât go looking for him. Honestly, you had come to understand his conflict as your professor, as you shared some of it yourself. You could only what he was doing with his life now â above all ⌠you hoped he was happy, wherever he was.
âThank you, come again!â You called out as the customer left the store, the doorbells ringing after them.
You returned to work, preoccupied with organizing the pastries behind the glass gallery when the doorbell rang again.
âSorry, Iâll be right with you!â
âThatâs not very polite of you.â
You froze.
âAfter all, I thought I taught you better manners than that.â
You perked up, raising over the counter. It couldnât be âŚ
Nanami, looking happier than youâd ever seen him.
âNanami âŚâ You whispered.
He smiled at you.
âLong time no see, (Y/n).â
âNanami,â You repeated, still stunned by him. He looked superb, like the night he had picked you up in the rain; hair slicked, dressed in a deep navy suit. The only thing amiss was the glasses; his eyes were softer, wider, on you. âWhy ⌠why the hell did you quit?â
Nanami chuckled, held up one finger. âWell, one: I want you, and this is the only way I could have you.â
You blushed. Oh, god, so it was for me all along.
Then another finger.
âAnd two: work is shit.â
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Study Date
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Multifandom x gn!s.o.
Warnings: none I think
Fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen, BungĹ Stray Dogs, HaikyĹŤ!!, Detective Conan
Characters: Kamo Noritoshi, Fushiguro Megumi, Akutagawa RyĹŤnosuke, Shimizu Kiyoko, MĹri Ran, Inumaki Toge, Yoshino Junpei, Kugisaki Nobara, Hitoka Yachi, Miwa Kasumi, E. A. Poe, Choso, Zenin Maki, Kunikida Doppo, Nanami Kento, Ieiri ShĹko, GetĹ Suguru, Dazai Osamu, Miya Atsumu, Tanaka RyĹŤnosuke, Nishinoya YĹŤ, Hinata ShĹyĹ, Kageyama Tobio, Nakahara ChĹŤya
Part 1
Good study partner
Kamo Noritoshi, Fushiguro Megumi, Akutagawa RyĹŤnosuke
Strict but loving. Big "I love my idiot" energy. They try to be really calm and collected, not getting distracted by your antics, but they are just so fond of you (Akutagawa throwing a bit of Tsundere in the mix though. Just imagine his little blush when you distract him with random kisses đŤ)
Shimizu Kiyoko, MĹri Ran
Good old fashioned meeting up to learn. Is it a date? Are you just friends that learn (and occasionally sneak kisses and more romantical affection, holding hands under the table)? Not everyone will be able to tell. It's really sweet and you'll probably end it with baking cookies together.
Inumaki Toge, Yoshino Junpei, Kugisaki Nobara
It's very fun and playful with you somehow being able to still get your stuff done? Like how? You've been laughing and chatting essentially non stop now, how did you manage? You'll also do something different at the end of your session, like watching a movie and cuddling, baking or going outside to do something together. Also: you'll take an insane amount of breaks in between.
Hitoka Yachi, Miwa Kasumi, E. A. Poe
They are so smart, but so shy. Great tutors, especially when you break them out of their shells. Eager to learn from you as well! They are also blushing the entire time. It's so cute when they start rambling mid explanation. When they realise what they are doing, they get so flustered it's adorable. Please cuddle them as thanks.
Choso
He is such a simp. A curious simp, wanting to know what you are learning and encouraging you to explain everything to him (which is actually a good learning exercise!), but still a simp. Like "chin resting in his hand watching you explain the topic to him with big eyes" kind of simp
Okay study partner
Zenin Maki, Kunikida Doppo, Nanami Kento, Ieiri ShĹko*
They are so strict omg. Do they want to break you? (Maki) Are they your teacher? (Kunikida) Honestly, at some point ShĹko might even just leave you hanging because she just does not have the patience, but that really depends on her mood.
GetĹ Suguru, Ieri ShĹko*
Those are the lazy one's. GetĹ is lounging on your bed half the time. At least he has the decency not to distract you (which GojĹ would definitely do). For ShĹko it depends on the mood. Especially when she was a student, she would just flat out not do anything. Again, at least she doesn' t distract you.
Dazai Osamu
He will distract you. Drama Queen⢠wanting your attention. However! If he knows that your work is really important he will sit next to you and help you stay focused. In these cases he's probably one of the best study partners. He's so smart as well, it's such a blessing (if something really stresses you out he'll force you to take a nap and then either do the work himself or make someone else do it for you, either way making sure you'll get the best result!)
Only on the days before the exam aka Cram Kings
Miya Atsumu, Tanaka RyĹŤnosuke, Nishinoya YĹŤ, Hinata ShĹyĹ, Kageyama Tobio
Bold of you to assume they even remembered. They are on their knees begging you for help. But good for you, they'd do anything for you, if it means you'll help them. (I mean, Tanaka and Nishinoya would anyways, but you get my point.)
Honorary Mention
Nakahara ChĹŤya
If it is possible, he will just lay his head on your lap while you work to cure his Dazai induced headache. However, just like Dazai he'll help you if needed. He's got money, so he'll get you the best tutors, unless you want him to do it himself. He'll take some free days to just focus on you and your education.
#bsd#bsd x reader#inumaki x reader#junpei x reader#megumi x reader#kiyoko x reader#yachi x reader#haikyuu x reader#choso x reader#kunikida x reader#noritoshi x reader#nobara x reader#maki x reader#getou x reader#nanami x reader#dazai x reader#atsumu x reader#ieri shoko#chuya x reader#what-the-stories-have-foretold#jjk x reader#detective conan#Akutagawa x reader#hinata x reader#kageyama x reader#miwa kasumi x reader#tanaka x reader#nishinoya x reader#poe x reader#ran mori
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You're Not Normal, Either! /Â Matomo Janai no wa Kimi mo Issho (2021)
Yasuomi Ono (Ryo Narita) is a math prodigy who aspired to be a mathematician as he enjoys playing around with numbers and solving âpuzzlesâ but life happens and he became a math teacher at a private institute instead.
Kasumi Akimoto (Kaya Kiyohara) is his student who notices that her tutor has problem with the ladies despite his good looks and realised that itâs because of his âweirdnessâ and his inability to have a ânormalâ conversation.
Kasumi thinks itâs a waste for someone smart like Yasuomi to be single for the rest of his life and decides to be his love advisor, giving him tips, setting up blind dates, dressing him up, recommending places of interest and more.
Yasuomi have no problem being alone all his life but had a sudden realisation that he will end up dying alone in his old age that he decides to change himself and agreed to Kasumiâs offer to make him ânormalâ like everyone else.
Yasuomi is finally able to woo the woman of his dream, Minako Togawa (Izumi Rika), whom he is able to carry a conversation naturally and feels comfortable with, but finds out that she is marrying Isao Miyamoto (Kotaro Koizumi).Â
However, the marriage is not out of love, but a âbusinessâ arrangement set by their parents. While Isao has no issue with the arranged marriage, Minako is having second thoughts, especially, after meeting Yasuomi.
Meanwhile, Kasumi realizes that she starts to fall for Yasuomi after spending more time with him and trying to know and understands him. She gets frustrated at herself for being an idiot in not realising it from the start.
So one thing led to the other, leading to a complicated love relationship as Kasumi is also torn between Yasuomi and another man she had been having a crush on as well. Itâs a story that explores what it means to be ânormalâ.
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Kasumi hc please!! What would he be like if MC was a single mom!
Hello, Anon! Thank you for trusting me with your request. I really hope I'm able to do this justice and that this is worth the wait.
He knew that you were a single mom when he scouted you, but still insisted that Matsunaga contact you and offer the residency slot at the EICU.
You showed up on your first day with a shy five-year-old daughter in tow because your babysitter called in sick. While the rest of the doctors gave Kasumi the 'I-told-you-this-was-gonna-be-a-hassle' look, the Chief of Medicine simply shrugged and told you to shadow with Kyogoku and leave your kid with him and the other doctors.
A few hours and three tired doctors later, you found your daughter sitting contentedly beside Dr. Kasumi, scribbling on his prescription pad and telling him a made-up fairy tale while he listened intently.
He allowed you to bring your daughter whenever the babysitter wasn't available, and you were surprised when the Hospital opened a daycare facility for its employees a few months after.
He knew you were a hard worker, and on days when he knew you were a little more tired than usual, he'd offer to drive you and your little one home - often stopping to get take-out food - before dropping you off at your apartment.
Because you tend to overthink inviting him inside, it's usually your little girl who does it for you. Sometimes, he'd decline, but more often than not, he'll nod and tell you both to go up and get settled while he parked his car.
You slowly find yourselves falling into a familiar routine - you'd take turns watching your little girl, taking her to kindergarten and back. On some weekends, you'd visit the zoo or the park and spend some time in his apartment with Kyogoku and the other doctors. Before long, you started having stronger feelings for him. You weren't sure if he felt the same way, so you kept quiet about it.
One day, your little girl came up to him with a letter from her school. "Won't you come with me and mommy? It's our Family day and I want to join the Daddy-daughter race!" You.exe stopped functioning, but Kasumi gazed kindly at the little girl in pigtails, and said, "I will if your mommy thinks I'm good enough to be your dad."
Since then, you became an official couple and he played the role of your daughter's stepdad to a tee - patiently tutoring her in Math and Science when she was having problems, teaching her how to read hard words, and sitting quietly on your daughter's dresser while she puffed his face with beauty powder.
One day, while you were out shopping, he told your daughter he had a little secret to share. The little girl bounded at him excitedly, wanting to hear all about his secret. When Kasumi asked, "how do you feel about becoming my daughter for real?", your little girl cocked her head sideways, not fully understanding what he meant.
After he showed her the small black box that contained a beautiful diamond ring, he asked, "will you allow me to ask your mommy to marry me?" Your little girl threw her arms around him, and nodded. "Of course, you can, Daddy! I can call you that now because you're gonna be my dad, right?"
He had to hold back his tears, and pray for time to move faster so he could pop the question to you sooner. Nothing made him happier than to see you and your little girl smile.
And that evening, after the three of you had dinner, he went down on one knee and asked if he could officially make the two of you his family.
The End.
#voltage inc#love 365#love 365 find your story#iris writes#dr kasumi x oc#dr kasumi#toshiki kasumi#kasumi x reader#kasumi toshiki
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Eternal Moment spoilers
You know what the most amazing (mostly funny) parts of epi12? (up to ch25 that iâve read, in no chronological order)
How quickly the plot thickens. itâs really that meme of someone getting pizza only to find the house on fire. Except the theatre is on fire. And the dorm is getting repossessed.Â
Citronâs exclamation of âI can deploy the military!â
Seriously, Amadate is implied to have background checked everyone and still seem oblivious that he just made enemy of yakuza, gangster, Chikage and also middle eastern royals.
Zenâs restaurant being the secret hideout for first gen
How Kabuto tries to be discreet and even using voice changer but got found out after first talk with Shu.
Banri : *comes to the restaurant* Zen : Are you applying for part time? Banri : Heck noooo (said with the most deadpan voice imaginable) I dunno why this is hilarious for me
Kabuto : Haa? Banri : Itâs Settsu Kabuto : Just in time. Thereâs this show i want you to act in. Itâs in 6 months time. Banri : IM NOT JOINING YOU
Yuzo offering Juza a role in a show in six months time. Now im imagining Juza and Banri will ending up in one show and be like that spiderman meme
Citron : (regarding the threat to disband) maybe we can fool them by being Manzai Company Tsuzuru : Yeah, that wonât work... Hisoka : Marshmallow Company... Chikage : The name isnât the problem here
Reni and Shu providing intel due to them being higher up in theatre world. Zen providing their hideout. Kasumi and Hiro providing support as celeb/reporters. Yuzo freaking out what he can do, and Kasumi suggested he can babysit his triplets.
Hinamori triplets : Youâre going to stay here for dinner right?? Kasumi : You can stay forever!
Kasumiâs love for Sakuya and him probably willing to fight Itaru to the race for his adoption papers is adorable
 How everyone spends time after they scatter (Winter and Autumn only since Summer and Springâs chapters are after break on 25th)
Guy : bartending
Azuma : chilling with sugar mom
Homare : tea party with grandma
Hisoka : channeling the dead (and probably driving Chikage crazy)
Tasuku : solo acting
Tsumugi : tutoring
Azami : boy time with Shifuto
Sakyo : plotting revenge with Azamiâs dad
Omi : raising ex-gangster army (again, in Zenâs restaurant)
Taichi : stress relief with kungfu
Juza : working in Yuzoâs troupe
Banri : workshop and being mule to sis
No seriously, Hisoka did channel the dead. He (like everyone else tbh) thought âI wanna meet everyone againâ and August appears in his dreams claiming to be his familyâs representative and encouraging him to use his December skills for good
Weâll get yelled at together then! August said, even though heâs dead
Cut to Hisoka donning his black hoodie determined to most likely commit felony
I really canât wait to Chikageâs reaction to this nglÂ
Chikage getting a page of Itaruâs book by giving Hisoka terms and condition for staying with him
Kamekichi as Zenâs waiter
Homare being told by grandma to think of good things as they wait for the tea to be brewed (3min) and then grandma says for Homare 2.5min is enough because more and the bad things will also pop up
Homare admitting that heâs terrible in haikus when grandma said his poem was shit. I dunno, the contrast was nice compared to when heâs insisting that everyone just doesn't understand his genius. Then again, grandma also said that Homare makes better poem when heâs with company, so at least theyâre in a wavelength regarding that.
The whole sugar relationship vibe Azuma has with Asajo
Kasumi whole fanboying of SakuyaÂ
Kasumi : How about Tenma-kun? Youâre his fan, right? Hiro : Why does it get to that?? Iâm not... (proceed to say how Tenma has potential and stuffs)
Spotlight viewers : heâs a fan. def a fan Hiro : IM FUCKING NOT
Baby Sakuya visual!!Â
He dreams of his parents and cry in his sleep and Citron says if he gets nightmare again itâd be sleepover party in 101.
Before they part, everyone offers to house Sakuya, including Chikage. Makes it even funnier because Sakuya refused him and instead Hisoka asked to stay with him.
In Hisokaâs own words, Chikageâs look of shock and horror was unforgettable.Â
Sakuyaâs whole journey to find himself. How many hc got broken here?Â
Heâs not scholarship student, his aunt paid for his fees in Hana high. He chose not to go to college because to him, he can get experience and everything college can provide from everyone else in MANKAI, and he wanted to work quickly to repay his aunt for the expensive private school fees.Â
If you didnât cry when he introduced himself and asks to be considered family only to be turned down, youâre either a liar or a heartless person
Sakuyaâs whole story. Heâs tough as nail, but that makes it even more painful to read his parts. He idolized Amadate so much and turns out he destroyed his home
Amadate, to Sakuya : That fire was a good thing. Hyakka troupeâs name soared after the event got to the news. And thanks to it, someone promising ended up interested in theatre Amadate : proceeds to burn the theatre
Banriâs sis : you seem better these days Banriâs sis : itâs disgusting Banri : Why?!
Everyoneâs imagination as to what theyâd be if they hadnât joined MANKAI
Guy : still think heâs android
Azuma : still a cuddler with separation anxiety
Homare : still thinks grandma hates him (remember in Mystery he thought grandma thinks heâs useless like his watch)
Hisoka : found and might or might not be killed by Chikage
Tasuku : in God troupe and hating every second of it
Tsumugi : working office job with inferiority complex towards Tasuku
Azami : still a runaway
Sakyo : would be the one destroying the theatre and the guilt towards Yukio will haunt him for life
Omi : depressed and be alone due to his guilt towards Nachi
Taichi : quitting God troupe and theatre entirely because the guilt from his betrayal makes him unable to enjoy acting
Juza : depressed and maybe be a hikkikomori
Banri : still with no motivation towards anything whatsoever
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CAN YOU GIVE FLUFFY HEADCANONS FOR AMACHA ON DATES??
YOU BET YOUR FINE BOOTY I CAN ANON
(âĎââż) Me likes the way you think!!
Fluffy Headcanon Set of Amacha on Dates
You might wanna be sitting for this...there's a lot...
They study hard for an hour and a half before a well-deserved break, in which Rantaro starts cooking up a storm. Tenko insists on helping since he refused to take her money. "Tenko's sure you just want her to pay a high price! Tch, typical--"
Their first date is accidental. She came over to study/work on a school project/get tutored. Considering one of his father's Japan-based houses is close to a train station, the two decide to go there; it was quieter than the dorms.
It's a quaint traditional home for 1, on the larger side in comparison to typical Japanese apartments. Being a quiet, hideyhole for FatherAmami, it was vacant of maids/butlers. Of course, Rantaro cooks dinner for them.
'So that's why Rantaro took so long "getting study snacks" at the supermarket' Tenko realised. This unexpected thoughtful side of his making her soften inside.
"No need, Chabashira-san. Your thanks will be enjoying the meal I slaved away making just for you~." He teases. Despite attempting to refute and ensure he was aware she didn't mind chipping in some money, he refused with no end. Including the train fare and his precious tutoring time. He didn't want anything from her. Though that didn't stop her from asserting he was hiding ulterior motives, nor internally denying the fact she savoured every denial he made whenever she joked about him trying to get in her panties. She appreciated the constant dismissal, while silly, it reassured her; comforted her.
She starts chopping up veggies both spitefully and with pride. The food smells delicious, he can see it on her face despite her verbal denial. They get caught up in cooking and conversation, studying further never gracing their minds. They were too busy enjoying the other's company. He pleasantly surprised her, thus why she continued to launch questions at him.
She speedily sets the table before he can. A little too excited to eat his food.
Because the house is so old, the lights go out. The fuse box is a pain to figure out on an empty stomach, thus why Rantaro breaks out the fancy candles and they eat by candlelight. It's very romantic, Tenko starts to blush as it reminds her of romance manga. Now thankful for the light shortage since he couldn't grasp the extent of her embarrassment.
They talk for hours. By 9pm they're too tired to even attempt studying, and instead finish the night with a Disney movie and tea and biscuits on the pull-out sofa bed. "How luxurious!!"
Tenko's excitement never looked more beautiful/endearing.
Rantarou's dozes off first, his light snoring made her giggle. He was so dainty. She gently lays the blankets he previously prepared over his sleeping form.
Sitting a comfortable distance to finish the movie. A lullaby plays on screen and Tenko is easy prey. She ends up sinking into the bed beside him, the cool autumn air didn't help her sleep-cuddling tendencies, thus making her spoon him for warmth. His sleeping form happily complies and fits in the mould she made.
Both being early risers, Rantarou's embarrassed to be in the situation, but smiles anyway, patting her hair, she instantly stirs, he pretends to be asleep.
When Tenko rubs the sleep from her eyes, she stares at him, their positions exposing she was, in fact, the instigator of such affection. She slowly slides out, utterly embarrassed and completely confused. She gets to work in the kitchen, {even wearing his apron} to surprise him with breakfast in bed. "As thanks" for dinner the night before... He is happily surprised, both at her way of showing gratitude and the feelings making his chest tight at the image of her wearing such domestic accents.
^ Those dinner/study/movie endeavours continue for almost 3 months before he has the guts to invite her to Disneyland, confident she'd love it. She asserts the idea and is all-in after Rantarou confesses the last time he went was with his sisters...he sounded so gloomy whilst reminiscing and she insists they go to restore the happiness it's supposed to invoke!! It'd be a crime otherwise.
He goes all out. He buys them front of the line, year-long passes. They're worth it. This one's the official first date. At least in his head, he tells her it isn't but he wants it to be, and it definitely looks like one.
Tenko is no longer scared or feels threatened around him, not in the slightest. Strangely though, anger stirs inside her chest and makes her lips thin whenever girls fawn/compliment him so boldly.
He waits patiently for Tenko when she's using the bathroom. On her way out, her appreciation is emphasised by a wide grin as he watched her with excited eyes. A stranger crosses their path. Tenko increases her speed, "He better not ditch Tenko for this beautiful and pure ginger fox-- oh how embarrassing that would be!! Not to mention low!"
A girl from school attempts to confess to him, in the happiest, most magical place of all. She's a year younger than them. So pure, kind and sweet. He doesn't have the heart to outright reject her, thus stumbling over his words awkwardly, Tenko can sense he's trying to be gentle.
Tenko smoothly approaches and wraps an arm around his, making him freeze his faltering, "Kasumi-chan. Tenko heard your beautiful speech. You're so brave and sweet and beautiful. Any boy would be lucky to have you, but unfortunately... Rantarou-kun is spoken for." She wants to break it to her as gently as possible, and pretends their dating, as a softer blow. After giving Kasumi the necessary confidence/reassurance, Tenko watches the girl trot back to her friends. A content smile marking her face.
She follows, willingly, paying no mind to the contact whatsoever, excluding the butterflies in her stomach.
With his free hand he pats her head, "Very smooth, Chabashira-san, I'm impressed. I would never have thought you'd-"
"Oh, shoosh avocado!" Avoiding eye contact and hiding her blush. Since their arms were still tangled, Rantaro interlocked their fingers and drags her along, "C'mon, Tiga~"
He showers her in mostly food but of course gifts her something cute she had her eye on.
They have a blast. Afterward, Tenko found herself often speculating when they could go again. Due to his big spending habits she tends to repay her gratitude in free Neo-Aikido training and the rare times she'd make sweets for Himiko, she'd give him a decent portion.
Because Rantaro is so loving and crushing hard but doesn't know how to love her, he often shouts her lunch or packs an extra bento for her. This surprises Tenko.
He's so thoughtful and wonderful she has her suspicions. But still blushes whenever he brings her lunch in public with her friends around.
To combat this, she insists on helping him with his studies and is a great confidence booster whenever she can sense her sparring partner is doubting/self-loathing. Due to their regular training, continuous study sessions, bonding over food and movie nights. They become really good friends.
One day, Tenko can't shake the rejection from Himiko, especially when Himiko happily hugs and is very clingy with Angie and the others. The stinging morphs into a deep cut. Rantaro finds Tenko pushing herself. He's at first impressed. Then majorly concerned after realising she'd been at it for 4 hours straight.
He confronts her, she breaks down in tears. It breaks his heart to see such a loving, devoted girl be treated like this. He knows Tenko would sacrifice everything to see Himiko smile, so instead of taking it up with Himiko...
"You know...we've been making great progress with our school work. This weekend, why don't we go to a theme park, as a reward?"
This marks the third/forth official date since they'd revisited disneyland a few times prior. He takes her on all the rollercoasters, they bond over the adrenaline rush, it's a good distraction. She's like no one he's ever met before, and only falls harder.
Plus, the slow love-story these two would have to build that loyalty, blind-trust and love that's indestructible is a big reason why I love amacha~! Hope it was ok! If not just lemme know and I'll do more future-date things, like further in their relationship haha!
Sorry got a lil' off-topic...BUT it's VERY vital Tenko gets over her dependence on Himiko before anything can really flourish between these two, BUT I love the idea of Rantaro happily pining after Tenko and making sure she's ok, cuz no one else would.
#tenko chabashira#rantaro amami#ndrv3#amacha#headcanons#fanfic style#tenko x rantaro#rantaro x tenko#amami rantaro#chabashira tenko#amachaheadcanons#bisexual tenko
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OK, so some MAJOR changes in the ShuAkeSumi royalty AU thing I was talking about -
Sumire is the second born princess of generic fantasy Kingdom ⢠#2
Kasumi loves and cares about her but she's always pushed to the side over her perfect older sister, the crown princess.
Dancing is the one thing they both enjoy and do together.
Well, was.
Her sister dies in an accident and Sumire is blaming herself for it.
But Kasumi was arranged to go to generic fantasy Kingdom ⢠#1 (aka the one Goro's a Prince) for diplomatic ⢠reasons basically just a weeks after her death.
Maybe an arranged marriage? Definitely an arranged marriage.
So, because it is important for the peace ⢠Sumire takes her sister's place as Kasumi and gets send with a royal advisor and tutor (Maruki)
It is awkward as hell in the beginning.
Goro and Sumire "Kasumi" get along great actually.
Goro doesn't believe he actually likes her. An arranged marriage to someone he didn't even know was something he expected, sure, but he didn't expect Shido to actually let him not only meet them first but to choose someone not completely terrible.
"Kasumi" becomes the one good thing in the palace. Still, he tries to keep some distance because he doesn't want her to find out that he's actually murdering people for his father or Shido to find out he cares about her and use it against him.
Sumire genuinely enjoys spending time with Goro too but because her sister's death is still fresh, she can't help but feel guilty over what happened and taking over her place (and her maybe fiancee) like that.
The fact that Goro seems to be disappearing at random too doesn't help. Sumire begins to wonder if he really can't stand her that much ("of course he doesn't, he would probably like the real Kasumi and she could never live up to be even close-")
Sumire goes out to town a few times with Maruki and some guards but she just wants to be alone for just a little.
So Maruki helps her sneak out alone for a few hours.
She runs into Akira after he helps her out when a random dude on the street starts to get more aggressive with her.
He takes her back to Leblanc and Sumire gets an instant crush.
She's feeling guilty but ends up sneaking out again.
A few times actually.
Until eventually, she and Goro run into each other while both are sneaking out of the castle.
The spiderman meme with Goro and Sumire seeing each other 'in disguise' out in the streets.
Akira sees both of them and runs up to them with a smile.
"Oh I didn't know you too knew each other!"
Que awkward - then not so awkward - triple date
After that they sneak out together a lot to see Akira or just to walk around town.
Maruki knows and covers for them.
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Shadow Goro Palace AU - Basic Plan
Name: Goro Akechi
Location: All Of Tokyo
Distortion: Kingdom
Role: Prince
Treasure (In Palace): Queen's Crown
Treasure (In Reality): Photo of Goro and Mother
Shadow Goro Design:
-Black prince outfit
-Gold and red ornaments on shoulders and chest
-Navy blue thigh high boots
-White chest plate, helmet and gauntlets
-Gold belt with red accents with his sword sheathed
Layout Of Palace:
The thieves have to travel to landmarks linked to places in the real world that are important to Goro. When there, they fight a boss and gain a mask that represents one of the personalities Goro uses when talking to other people. Whenever they gain a new mask, they see a memory of Goro's.
Landmarks:
Location In Reality: TV Studio
Location In Palace: Theatre
Cognitive Being: TV Producer
Cognition's Role: Playwright
Mask: Detective Prince
Memory: Attending a meeting where the TV crew discussed how to market Goro.
Location In Reality: Shibuya Station
Location In Palace: Gallows
Cognitive Being: Wakaba Isshiki
Cognition's Role: Wrongly Accused Criminal
Mask: Reluctant Assassin
Memory: Goro's first contract work for Shido.
Location In Reality: Police Station
Location In Palace: Knights' Barracks
Cognitive Being: Sae Niijima
Cognition's Role: Knight's Captain
Mask: Genuine Detective
Memory: Sae being the first colleague of his to genuinely care about him.
Location In Reality: Jazz Jin Bar
Location In Palace: Tavern
Cognitive Being: Muhen
Cognition's Role: Kindly Tavern Owner
Mask: Tired Student
Memory: Muhen offering to close the bar for a while so he could give a tired Goro a tutoring session.
Location In Reality: Leblanc
Location In Palace: Back Alley Bakery
Cognitive Being: Sojiro Sakura
Cognition's Role: Humble Baker
Mask: Curious Young Man
Memory: Goro entering Leblanc for the first time and feeling right at home.
Location In Reality: Miel Et Crepes
Location In Palace: Upper Class CafĂŠ
Cognitive Being: Sumire Yoshizawa
Cognition's Role: Young Nobility
Mask: Caring Older Brother
Memory: Goro chatting with 'Kasumi' and worrying about why Sumire is acting like her sister.
Location In Reality: Penguin Sniper
Location In Palace: Secluded Fountain In Garden
Cognitive Being: Ren Amamiya
Cognition's Role: Intriguing Commoner
Mask: Shy Teenager
Memory: A playful billiards competition with Ren. Goro gets flustered by Ren's cheekiness and genuine kindness.
Location In Reality: Goro's Apartment
Location In Palace: Forbidden Woods
Cognitive Being: ???
Cognition's Role: Kingdom's Rumoured Monster
Mask: Lonely Boy
Memory: Goro returning home and being overwhelmed by the silence.
Location In Reality: Interrogation Room
Location In Palace: Prison Cell
Cognitive Being: Lead Detective
Cognition's Role: Cell Guard
Mask: Guilty Conscience
Memory: The incident
Location In Reality: Diet Building
Location In Palace: Castle Dungeon
Cognitive Being: Masayoshi Shido
Cognition's Role: Condemned Sinner
Mask: Vengeful Schemer
Memory: Goro meeting Shido and forming their contract
Location In Reality: Courthouse
Location In Palace: Throne Room
Cognitive Being: Sayaka Akechi
Cognition's Role: Caring Queen
Mask: Loving Son
Memory: Sayaka taking care of young Goro while he's sick
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Haru for the character meme! Unless I asked that before, in which case Kasumi
OTP for them: shuharu is cute BROTP for them: ann & haru because I find it cute that they have an interest in villains and heroes respectively (which makes it even more hilarious that haruâs the one who gets scary with shadows lol--I just imagine them doing some playacting to goof around while in Mementos and then suddenly Haru gets on âletâs make them suffer :)â and Annâs like w...wait wasnât I the one pretending to be a villain)
this is also definitely due to headcanon but like Ann & Haru seem like such a great disaster duo like the PT are forced to have them take on a difficult objective on their own while they all do something else and Ann & Haru get the job done ofc but theyâre banged up, everythingâs been shot, half the background is on fire, and theyâre doing magical girl victory poses to celebrate that they did it!!!! while the other PT are like. you two are terrifying and weâre not leaving you on your own again. Other ships: ryuharu is cute too; yusuke/haru also seems interesting romantic or platonic What kind of fic Iâd write about them: ... ^ disaster duo Ann & Haru take the Metaverse by storm
or just a fic of Haru treating Yusuke to a meal and perhaps them discussing how restaurants can influence their clienteleâs enjoyment of the food through environmental factors like background music, other ambient noise, layout, decor, etc.
or ren coming up to the rooftop garden to just space out for a few minutes and not have to think (or ryuji coming up to calm down--and possibly apologizing and trying to leave when he thinks he might be upsetting Haru with him being worked up and she reassures him itâs ok, itâs not like heâs yelling and she knows he isnât upset with her)
...haru training makotoâs âfist of justiceâ on weeding lol A favorite canon moment: even if the whole way sheâs introduced isnât the best, the âBeauty Thiefâ moment is preeeetty hilarious. I also appreciate her getting some spotlight in Strikers. Color that reminds me of them: soft pink & purple! Song that reminds me of them: Florence + the Machine, âAll This and Heaven Tooâ (I think just in general I like the sound of that bandâs songs for Haru but like. if you take that particular song as talking not just about romantic love but all kinds of love, platonic included, I think itâs good for her? as someone whoâs very loving but hasnât had the best luck with good relationships romantic or platonic.) A headcanon about them: I think Iâve said this before but I feel like if it wasnât for her strict upbringing, she might be a below-average student like Ann & Ryuji (although maybe sheâd be just average--both Ann and Ryuji have distinct disadvantages in their background that Haru doesnât). But Haru was both held to certain standards and had resources to be given tutoring if she ever was struggling with a subject, so sheâs maybe in the top third of the class or something, nothing remarkable (sheâs never been given much encouragement to be standout) but Respectable enough.
Sheâd probably do absolutely wonderful if she set out to write about gardening or cooking, though. In college she probably gets average âgood enoughâ marks in her business classes and is unremarkable, and then has a wonderful rapport with her professors in the more agriculture-based classes. A random AU I think up on the spot for them: ...wildcard haru au? Since other students at Shujin have no idea who Haru is itâd be easy for some scene where she has an interaction with Kamoshida and Ryuji gets a little worried heâs gonna try something (though Kamoshida is probably smart enough to leave the Okumura heir alone. probably) and talks to her and between the two of them talking they accidentally complete the keywords
Milady appearing to save Ryuji, or maybe Haru just gets her cognitive grenade launcher LOL, or even something slightly different--since her persona is inspired by a master of disguise and forged identity, maybe it manifests in a way where she can pose as someone Shadow Kamoshida would listen to to get him to let Ryuji go-- but as in canon her awakening is not quite complete until she realizes sheâs going to betray her father. It just probably happens much sooner.
This could possibly be Yaldabaoth wagering that a fool!Haruâs rebellion will ultimately be a false one--somewhere down the road sheâll run into a decision that will force her to give up her privilege to do the right thing, and heâs betting she wonât. Anything else: on the note of privilege it is sometimes very noticeable that p5 refuses to ever let the class divide be even remotely a thing. I donât mean the other PT should resent her or anything but one of them is literally a starving artist and itâs just. never uncomfortable that thereâs such a gap, even though it feels like it probably would be? Itâs a little thing that bugs me sometimes idk.
#persona 5#haru okumura#also listen I call haru & ann a disaster duo but I don't mean to single them out#there are a ton of PT combos that are 'do not leave unattended'#it's good futaba is late-game b/c I feel like her mona and ren are a trio of trouble waiting to happen#cateringisalie
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