#emo Kento

[catladyoftheyr]

✮𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄✮

𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚎𝚍! 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘

ּ ⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘࣪͞⫘ ּ ּ ⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘࣪͞⫘ ּ ּ ⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘͞⫘ּׅ͟⫘࣪͞⫘ ּ

Idk I was thinking about if he never left that emo phase and instead he got a bunch of American traditional tattoos and a nose ring

Definitely not for selfish reasons not at all 👹

[yourlocalbalconysimp]

[capricornlevi]

"Convince me to quit my job."

You laugh at the request, having heard it enough times to know he the angle he's going for.

"Kento, no."

A weary sigh from the other end of the phone line. "You didn't even try."

"Because without your job you'd be broke as well as exhausted. And it's just for another year or two, til that partner retires and you can actually start doing what you trained to do --"

You're cut off by a faint groan. "Have you always been this sensible?"

"We'll call it your influence," you reply with a grin, balancing your phone between your ear and shoulder as you make yourself another coffee. "Is it that bad?"

Kento's on day five of a week-long conference out of town; the longest you two have been apart since getting together. You can foresee his answer since he's never tried to hide his misery, but feel it appropriate to ask anyway.

"Awful. Full of boring workshops delivered by boring people in a boring conference centre." A pause. "I'd much rather be home with you."

Stirring the coffee carefully, trying to keep it from spilling onto the kitchen counter, you chuckle softly. "I know."

Another pause.

"What if I told you I'd be home a bit more from now on?"

It's your turn to hesitate, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

"Wait!" you exclaim, and the fact that he actually does wait lets you know everything you were about to ask.

"You got it?" you go to confirm, though it sounds more like a statement than a question, your voice pitching up at the end of the sentence.

"Partner took early retirement," he says, and you can hear his smile from the other end of the line. "Means I can work from home every other week. I just wanted to see your thoughts on my job before I took it, y'know, in case you did have any compelling arguments on quitting."

"I have compelling thoughts on my husband being made partner before he turns thirty, if you want to hear those?"

He laughs, warm and adoring. "Oh, very much so."

[superokayy]

saw these two and i just

[lazyjellyfish300]

12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 ~ 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Synopsis: what happens when you wind up in a closet with Emo!Nanami Kento while playing 7 minutes in heaven at a Christmas Eve party? 🍻🎄🎁

Words: 3.4k

CW: x FEM!READER, EMO!NANAMI KENTO, College AU, alcohol, smut (dry humping, breast/nipple play, cum in pants), shy and less experienced Kento, fluff, light angst.

a/n: sooo i bit off more than I can chew this month but what's new lolol. fuck it, enjoy. My emo!Kento inspiration as always: @actuallysaiyan 🧎🏽‍♀️ILYYY!! 💕

12 Days of Smutmas Masterlist 🎁🎄🎅🏽

dividers by @/saradika-graphics, pics from pinterest

"Your turn, Nanamiiiii!"

Kento turns redder than the god awful Rudolph sweater Suguru talked him into wearing tonight as all faces at the Christmas party turn on him at once. You avert your shy gaze from him as you feel him look in your direction. You would've gotten caught were it not for the loud interjection by Gojo.

It was Christmas break. The temperatures plummeted and snow cradled the ground in its icy embrace. The pressure of academia had been switched out for a chill of anticipation for the impending holidays that would soon make its jolly debut with tinsel and holly.

You were doing what you could to soak it all in while it lasted before you had to go back to prison (university): complete with sweaters, hot drinks, binge watching your favorite animes, and writing, leaving not much else to do.

So, what better thing to do on a Christmas Eve like this one than get together with some of your old friends, drink a little too much, and play 7 minutes in heaven?

And that's how you ended up here, only this time you locked eyes with a face you hadn't placed before.

Nanami Kento was his name, apparently, and fuck, he was cute. But not in a way you'd expect. He wasn't like the hearthrobs Satoru and Suguru whom your friends loved to fawn and gush over and were the object of everybody's desire.

This Kento was shy. Like, really shy, to the point that most would find it off putting, but you found it endearing. How his face turned red and he tripped over his sentences and stayed in the corner. His lean frame and those long legs. How, when he did speak, his voice was mellow yet rich. You even got a sneak peak of that smile that seemed so elusive whenever one of the others would have a witty remark to share with the group. His beauty was almost completely concealed behind his long golden bangs that fell in his face over those fleeting pools of honey that were his eyes, but still, you loved it that way.

"Ohhhh shit!!!!!"

You're too busy daydreaming like it's high school all over again to even notice the neck of the empty bottle of prosecco being spun in the middle of the circle on the sticky living room floor had landed on you.

"Girl, wake up! It's go time!"

"Huh?"

And your mind spent minutes trying to catch up as your friends shuffled you and Kento through the crowd til you tripped, landed, and almost fell on top of one another, stuffed inside Gojo and Geto's cramped closet, muffled giggles on the other side.

"Don't have too much fun in there, you twoo!"

"Sorry." Kento mumbled as he gained his bearings and untangled himself from you, only to accidentally almost trip backwards over Gojo's tennis racket.

"Shit..." Kento curses under his breath and is immediately thankful for the non-existent light, so that you wouldn't have an up close view of his tomato splotched face of embarrassment.

"Someone teach that idiot how to put away his stuff?" He sighed and sat on the floor, back of his head leaned against the wall.

You can't make out much of him in the dark, either, but all at once, you feel very hot at this sudden plunge into one another's space. You take his initiative and sit down as well, gasping and moving your feet away quickly when your legs accidentally land on top of his. "My bad..."

"It's fine." Kento replied, trying not to focus too much on the warmth you emitted.

Awkward silence permeates the air. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like the longest 7 minutes of your life. At the same time, you desperately didn't want this to be one where you just sat in silence. You wanted to know more about him, and maybe just maybe, get a kiss or two if the moment felt right. No, you certainly wouldn't complain about that.

"Your name is Kento?"

"Last time I checked."

"Huh."

Silence.

"How do you know Satoru and Suguru?"

"They were in a class above me at Jujutsu High."

"Really? So when did you graduate?"

"2008."

"Hmm, small world."

More painful silence.

You chip away nervously at your black nail polish. Gods, why did they have to put the two introverts together? Of course you were gonna have to be the one to do all of the icebreaking.

"So, um...what's your favorite color?"

Kento raised a brow. "You're...asking me what my favorite color is?"

You shrug. "Why not? How else to get to know someone better?"

A close lipped smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, then he thought for a second. Jeez, nobody's asked him stuff like this since... elementary school?

"Um, black. Or maybe a dark blue..." He folds his arms, shifting his hips so he's more comfortable. "You?"

"Hmmmmm..." You think to yourself. "I like black too. And purple, specifically lavender. Brown. Or- ooh, I also like pink and green. Grey, shades of blue..."

"Why not just the whole rainbow?" Kento jokes shyly.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm indecisive!"

"Indecisive?" Kento asks, slightly amused. "So if I ask you a question, you're not gonna be able to answer any of them?"

"Why not see for yourself?"

"Alright then." Kento hums. "What music do you listen to?"

"That's a loaded question. Depends on my mood. But umm I've been listening to Modest Mouse a lot as of late."

"Really?" Kento's ears perk up. "I listen to them too! Favorite song?"

"Hmmm Little Motel."

"Nice." Kento nods, a fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Maybe you have more in common than he thought.

"What about you? What do you listen to?"

Kento laughs half-heartedly. "Too many to list but umm, MCR, Brand New, The GazettE, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, The Used, Red Hot Chili Peppers-"

"No way? I love all of those!" You beam from ear to ear. "I haven't heard of The GazettE, though."

"Well, I could show you sometime..." Kento immediately wants to slap himself for saying that out loud.

"Really? I'd love that." You respond, butterflies in your tummy at how well this was going. "So, jam sesh, whenever you're free?"

"Fine with me." Kento tries to play it cool.

You both grin and look at the ground, trying to figure out what to talk about next.

"Watch any anime?" Kento asks shyly.

Oh boy, and he watches anime?

"Course I do..." Your smile begins to creep back up.

And for the next couple of minutes, you discover not only do you love the same artists, but the same anime, movies, and TV shows as well, even coming out of the conversation with a few new ones you hadn't heard of but but planned to look into as soon as you got home.

There were definitely more layers to Kento than you realized, and the gravity of each revelation about him just pulled you closer and closer together, both literally, and figuratively as you now sat side by side against the closet wall, thighs and arms touching.

"So..."

"So...?" Kento repeats as if it's a question.

You want to kiss him, and if you were reading everything that transpired in the last 4-5 minutes or so correctly, he wants to as well. I mean, you're practically on top of each other already and he wasn't fighting to get away, so that had to be a good sign, right? Well, there wasn't like he had much of an option, anyway.

Fuck, why'd this have to be so hard?

Next to you, Kento's wondering the same thing. Calling out to whatever higher power exists in the universe to give him the shred of strength he so desperately needs right now. He doesn't want to fuck this up.

Don't be a goddamn pussy.

"Hey, Kento?"

Fuck.

"Yeah?"

"You know, I'm not sure how much longer we have in here, I mean, it feels like it's been forever, haha.."

"Y-yeah. Longest 7 minutes of my life." He half jokes. "Wait, no, I didn't mean that in a bad way I-mean...Oh, fuck..."

He's red as a berry again, once again thankful for the scarce light.

"Haha, no, I get what you mean, I just..."

"You don't have to kiss me, you know?" Kento half blurts, feeling more than embarrassed. "I mean, I-I wasn't expecting you to want to do anything at all with me so...so, yeah. Don't feel bad. I'm used to it..."

Your mouth fell open a teeny bit. Here you were, flirting your socks off with this guy, thinking you were so obvious in your desire, but now he's assuming you don't want him and that he's used to people rejecting him?

You can't help but feel a little shock and sting of sadness at this statement. In your eyes, he was absolutely perfect. Sure, he was shy and awkward,but fuck, so were you.

In fact, his shyness was what made him all the more desirable to you. He was soft spoken, intelligent, humble, and kind. Much better than 99.9% of the guys back at the university who were loud, abrasive, cocky, and just wanted to get in your pants.

Kento was an absolute diamond on the inside, you just needed to do a little bit of digging. You silently wished you could throw hands with anyone who ever made him feel the opposite. It doesn't quite compute in your mind how anyone could pass up someone so beautiful that you had ever encountered in your life.

"Well, maybe I want to..." You whispered.

"Huh?" Kento is waiting for the gotcha moment when the camera comes out, thinking maybe Gojo had set him up on a prank for the nth time (he lost track by now). But no such moment arrives. It's just you and him in this dark, quiet closet with dwindling space between you and too much tension.

"I want to kiss you, Kento. Do you wanna kiss me?"

He recognizes that tone. It's sultry and soft. And God, hearing it come from someone as gorgeous and sweet as you does something indescribable to him in that moment, but for some reason or another, he's just frozen in place.

"Y-yeah..."

"Yeah? You're sure?" You're on your hands and knees, right up against his face which he can faintly make out in front of him, the shape of your lips barely outlined from the speck of light coming from the tiny crack at the bottom of the door.

"God, yes-"

And without thinking, he cups both sides of your face and meets your softly parted lips, harsh and sloppily.

Your eyes widen a little bit, then close. He wasn't much of a kisser, but you could work with that. You stayed where you were, slowly exhaling through your nose as you allowed your lips to linger on his for just a moment, trying to ignore how hot your body instantly became the moment your mouths clapped together.

You pull back, slowly, and Kento flushes deep red again at the light string of spit connecting you two.

"It's okay..." Your lips curl upwards into that gorgeous smile he loved so much. "I really liked it..." You lean in and brush your nose delicately against his. "Can we keep going, sweetheart?"

Kento melts a bit, his own eyes heavy underneath this sudden, hazy effect you were having on him by now. "Y-yeah of course."

"Okay..." You whisper back, smiling with a little tease of your teeth on your bottom lip before you kiss him again.

You taste like cranberry spritzers, spearmint, and balmy chapstick. You moan softly as your flavors begin to slowly mix with Kento's as your tongues slowly prod and wetly glide into each other's mouths.

He was a fast learner, you'd give him that. He accepted you eagerly, meeting you with some newfound passion of his own that became clearer to him with each subtle smack of your lips. You picked up his taste of whiskey and cola, hands running through his tousled locks as you began to lower yourself into his lap.

Kento lowly gasped as your lips departed from his and began gently, lovingly, sprinkling kisses on both of his cheeks, then his jaw. His shaky hands departed from where they were on your neck and began to tightly grip your hips, digging into your flesh as he grit his teeth.

"Still doing okay...?" You cooed, dragging your lips down his neck, catching fleeting traces of his Axe body spray and his floral laundry detergent that only made you want to further nuzzle into him.

Kento gasped again, closing his eyes as he knew he must be turning impossibly red. He had never felt so desired, so aroused until right now. Making out with a beautiful girl like you was a daydream he only indulged in when he was completely alone, knowing the odds this fantasy would reach past his eyelids were slim to none.

Nobody had looked his way, until you. And here you were, starting to slowly grind in his lap, sending him into orbit with each time your clothed pussy lingered and pressed just right over his growing bulge.

"Y-yeah, fuck, so good..." His head gently hit the back of the wall again with a whimper of your name, and you smothered his neck in kisses, everywhere you could reach. He sighed and surrendered to the feeling, drinking it in as long as he possibly could.

You were quelling a thirst that had been years in the making. If the timer went off and the door ripped open exposing you and him with each other's tongues halfway down the other's throat, then so be it. In this moment he doesn't care. This feeling was one he longed for, one he needed to feel all the time. And best of all it was with you, the bewitching new girl he locked eyes with fatefully at some random Christmas Eve party.

"Kento?" You purr in his ear. "You can touch me too, don't be shy..."

"Mmm?" Kento's face heats up again, embarrassed that he was stiff as a board this entire time. "S-sorry. Hah, you were just, ahh..." He sucks in air quickly between his teeth. "Y-your lips were really distracting..."

You giggle, bringing your sweaty foreheads together as you gave him temporary reprieve so he didn't explode all at once. "It's okay. I was getting distracted, too..."

He brought his hands slowly to your chest, his large palms enveloping your tender globes over your Christmas sweater. His lips part and he feels his cock rage through his jeans at the allure of the soft bounce of your breasts as you gently toss your head backwards.

He holds them like weights in his hands, beginning to gently roll the mounds of fat like dough, carefully kneading, his mouth watering as he brought them together, and separated.

"C-can I?"

"Please, Kento..."

And he swiftly lifted your sweater up, finding your left nipple quickly in the dark. Wafts of your waning perfume fan his nose as he swirled and flicked his tongue over the pebbled areola.

His eyes practically rolled back in his head as he could hear and sense every beautiful little gasp and sigh of pleasure he was bringing out of you the more his warm mouth massaged over your perky bud. He moved to the right to give it attention as well, his heavy cock straining and leaving a faint wet spot in his boxers where the precum began to steadily seep through.

He was relying on memory, all those pornos he watched of girls getting their tits and nipples sucked and played with. With every shuddering breath of his name that quivered on your lips, his dick swelled and throbbed with pride. And it seems his observations paid off as every languid, smooth drag of his tongue on your breasts made you whine louder and louder.

"Kento, so good, fuck so good..."

"I'm doing good, baby?" He groaned softly before taking your tits in his slobbering mouth again, practically intoxicated on the way the silky fat squished on his tongue.

"You are, Kento...don't stop..." You panted, rolling your hips some more in his lap right over his huge boner, the slow churn against his cock was the only thing that could soothe this warming feeling between your thighs.

It became very apparent that he was well endowed, as he fiddled with his zipper and undid it just a bit, the thin cotton of his boxers giving you just enough of a preview to make out the ample girthness of his length that throbbed and pulsed against your dripping cunt in your panties.

It was addictive to you both, as Kento pulled back slightly to focus on the steady rhythm you had set in his lap, hands now resting on your hips, guiding and meeting every careful circle you were drawing with an eager buck of his hips. You slapped a hand against the wall as you focused on riding him, now fully dry humping one another in this closet.

You were only one step away from sex. If he freed his straining cock and moved your panties to the side, it would only be milliseconds before he'd be balls deep, cumming so deeply inside between your soaking folds.

But, somehow balancing here, right on the edge with the concealed yet semi-public nature of this encounter knowing there were dozens of others on the other side of the door, unaware you were about to make each another cum in each other's pants made it all the more sexy, all the more fun.

"This is doing something to me..." Kento groaned in your ear. "I'm not gonna, fuck, I'm not gonna last, babe..."

"You can cum, baby..." You whispered, gently licking a stripe up his neck which he answered with a more bruising grip on your ass. "Just want you to feel so good..."

"Fuck, fuck..." He breathed, thrusting against you with more enthusiasm. "You're, fuck...so fucking hot..."

"So are you..." You bite your lip, letting him hear every breathy pant in his ear, all the cute sounds, just for him. "Fuck, you have no idea, Kento..."

"Baby...Oh, God, you...I'm so close to cumming, fuck, I'm gonna lose it, I'm gonna-"

And then a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper ripped from his throat, he frantically leaned in, using your soft mouth to absorb his cry, his lips smashed against yours as he couldn't help but hump against you a few more times, chasing that fleeting feeling, so warm and cozy as his cum dribbled incessantly from his cock, the soreness in your clit still ever present as you felt the wetness only gently oozing against the fabric barrier, longing for it to be deep inside you instead.

"Fuck I'm... I'm so so sorry..." Kento muttered, realizing he fucked up, his now soiled pants with a damning wet spot in front and boxers full of jizz. "I'm so sorry, I-..."

You cut off his apology with another kiss. He sighed in tender relief, his hand smoothing over the surface of your hair as he kissed you back. This kiss felt more honest than the others, with the blinders of lust lowered, this nonverbal assurance that you liked him, and he liked you every bit as much as he did before, during, and after you started.

"It's okay, Kento." You squish your nose against his, infinite time being born between you as you got lost in his eyes.

His thumb traced a soft heart shape into the small patch of skin exposed between your leggings and your sweater. "I didn't make you cum, and I feel bad."

"Hm..." You hummed, a playful edge in your tone. "Well, all the more reason for us to call it and go home early, right?"

Kento warmed up immediately, not missing the implication in your tone, a fuzzy and affectionate sensation up his spine at your use of "us" and "home."

"I live just down the block." He offered shyly. "If you wanna come over."

You kiss him again before you answer his question. "I'd love to, Kento."

And so, everyone at the party was bewildered when the door suddenly burst open (based on the sounds coming from behind it, they let you guys have longer than 7 minutes), and you stayed in front of Kento, shielding his soiled pants, grabbing your coats, your purse, and zipping out the door without another word.

Needless to say, the passion that night didn't stop at the party and burned well into the early hours of Christmas morning in Kento's twin sized bed.

A new notification graced your friends' Facebook feeds just weeks later to their utter surprise with your name next to his:

in a relationship.

The rest became history after that. 💕

[yuutaguro]

i’m (not) okay 🪓

[lemxolz]

i was possessed with the need to draw highschool getonana because i adore them

[pilloyz]

Hi everyone I survived my finals and I’m back in town again

[actuallysaiyan]

The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity)Chapter Six: Telephone Call

Chapter Six: Telephone Call

warnings: smoking, angst, phone sex, male and female masturbation pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: after the party, you and Kento find yourselves almost too nervous to talk to one another, yet at your last chance meeting before the summer he drops a bomb on you. despite this, you two find yourselves getting busy over the phone a/n: sorry for the delay...but I found my inspiration for this chapter. I hope you all enjoy!

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@harlekin6 @entirelysein-e @brokennerdalert

@sugurusprettygirl @hazzelle-kento @pixelcafe-network

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The week that followed the disaster of that party, you decided to try and cry it all out. The memories were still so fresh in your mind. The look on his face; the betrayal and hatred for you. It hurt so goddamn much. You wondered if you’d ever be able to get out of this funk.

The promise of a summer vacation seemed nice, and possibly would be a bandage for the pain that was still seared deep into your heart. Knowing you’d have to come back to school at the end of the break didn’t seem very promising either. Knowing you’d have to face him again.

Your pride had been so wounded. He continued to act as if you didn’t mean anything to him, and you wondered every time you two crossed paths if you’d be able to face him like you once did. Kento seems to be perfectly content with not talking to you.

In fact, the rumors of him hating you have been spreading like wildfire. So your friends decide to spin it all around and make you see the positive in all of this.

“He was just one guy! You can meet all kinds of cute guys when you come out with us to the beach this summer!”

“Yeah! You’ll see, lots of fish in the sea!”

Still you were clinging to empty promises and tender wounds. By the end of the semester, you found yourself wanting to find the man who stole your heart and to tell him off. You wanted to scream in his face, punch him a few times and leave him discarded on the ground. Just as he had done to you, you would gladly do to him. You would find yourself feeling much better if you were able to feed him the same poison he had fed you.

Your mind kept thinking about all the fun you two had together during the school year. It wasn’t just hooking up and fooling around either; it was deeper than that. It was getting to know him, to know what made him tick, what made him laugh. Cracking the outer layers of the man who was Kento Nanami.

As much as you wanted to discard him and leave him be for the rest of eternity, you found yourself at an impasse. You were madly in love with him. You wanted to go all the way that night too. Everything had been hinging on him returning from getting those damn waters and him just fucking kissing you.

Since that night, you were dreaming of his lips on yours. You missed the way he made your stomach flip with just the sound of his voice. You longed for the all-nighters you two spent together. The sounds of the old N64 and the cursing from the AVGN videos playing in the background on your old and clunky laptop.

And while you suffered in silence, Kento was living his life as if you weren’t even a part of it at one point. You wondered if maybe he even cared that you were suffering. You wondered if he even thought of you. Given the way he doesn’t even look in your direction, you think you know the answer.

Behind those cruel hazel eyes, there was something else there that most people couldn’t see. Kento was wracking his mind with a way to get you back.

He was sure you hated him, so he didn’t even bother to try and talk to you since that night. But the days were counting down and soon you’d be gone for the summer vacation. Soon you’d be gone for a while and maybe when you came back you’d have a new man.

The thought of you kissing someone else pissed him off. It made him angry and jealous and fuck he was seeing green. Every time you wouldn’t even glance in his direction, his heart was breaking even more.

There was just nothing he could do to bring you back into his arms. He thought of every opportunity and every single action of kindness he could bestow upon you. And none of them could ever come close to show you just how terribly sorry he was.

It was killing him inside. It was tearing him apart completely. The thought of you leaving school and coming back with hickies on your neck, or wearing someone’s sweater, or even just having that look in your eyes from a new love, that would be the death of Kento.

Then the final day of school comes and everyone’s getting ready to leave for summer vacation. He’s been thinking about this day over and over. He keeps thinking about how he’s going to catch you right before you leave and tell you he’s sorry.

The words sound so good in his mind. They sound perfect. He can hear it all so clearly. So why does he feel like his tongue is overly tied and his brain is a fog when he approaches you near your friend’s car?

The giggling and talks of summer vacation stop when your friend notices him lurking nearby. Your eyes widen suddenly when you see Kento so close. The butterflies multiply a thousandfold when he comes up to you.

“K-Kento?” you ask, your voice trembling.

Your friends all move aside, making sure he’s not about to attack you or anything like that. They want to see that he’s here to make amends and not break your heart even further. Some of them even think maybe you two could remain friends.

“I…I need to talk to you,” his own voice doesn’t sound strong.

With a nod from your friends, you make your way over to him. They all lean against the car, ready to intervene if they need to. Then you turn your attention back to Kento.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Kento notices the way you cross your arms over your chest when you ask him this.

“I wanted to talk about what happened the other night.”

There was a beat of silence before you both looked at each other. You could see all the words he wanted to say in his eyes. He looks away bashfully before he fishes out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. He offers you one, but you decline. Then he brings the cigarette to his lips and lights it. You note that the smell is so comforting to you. 

“I was being such a shithead, alright? It was stupid of me. Those damn girls’ words had gotten to me.” He says between drags of the smoke.

You tilt your head to the side, “What girls?”

He looks away, and you’re starting to put the pieces together. Someone said something bad to him that night. Someone had made him feel like you weren’t completely in love with him. 

“Those damn girls we saw when we arrived. I guess they must have felt entitled to tell me that you were using me.”

Your heart feels broken. This was the cause of the rift between you two. The words of some dumb girl and her posse of bimbos. People who had no idea that you and Kento were more connected and bonded than most people are with their parents, their pets or even their good friends.

“Wait…you saw them? What the hell did they say to you?”

Kento shakes his head, “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anymore. I just wanted to apologize to you. I was stupid to leave you like that.”

You wanted to reach out to him. To hug him. To kiss him. You were desperate to hold him against your body once more. You wanted to hear his voice whisper sweet nothings in your ear once again.

And all too soon, your friends were ushering you into the car. You wanted to run back to him, but they were telling you that they needed to get a move on. Then you hear those three words from his lips…

I love you.

The drive back to your hometown was awkward and quiet. All your friends felt bad for driving off without giving you a chance to answer Kento. He would be thinking about this moment for the rest of the summer and you wouldn't know how to deal with it.

His heart clenched as he watched you get into the car and he desperately called out to you. Saying those three words, they weren’t supposed to come out just yet. No, they were supposed to stay deep inside of him until the perfect moment came. If it ever came.

He was silently cursing himself for messing it all up. How would you ever want to talk to him again? You were probably telling your friends just how stupid all of this was. And with this, he leaves to go stay at his friend’s place for the summer.

The text message comes later. Then the phone call. He’s happy to see you messaging him. You ask him how he’s doing. It’s a few days after summer vacation started. 

“Hey, I’m sorry about leaving you hanging. My friends are jerks,” you say on the other line.

Kento is hanging out on his bed, his head feeling fuzzy from just hearing your voice. “Nah, don’t even worry about it.”

The two of you have so much to talk about. Neither of you mention the party nor do you mention what he said on the last day you saw each other. You two just spend time talking on the phone and enjoying one another.

And with each day, you two find even more conversations to have. Until one day you send him a picture. It’s a picture of you in bed, wearing just an oversized shirt. It makes his heart race and his cock hardens immediately. He finds the courage to call you up.

“Tell me what you’d want to do with me if I was there,” his voice sounds so husky like this.

You’re barely awake but you feel the need growing inside of you, “Kento…I want you to kiss me.”

Just hearing you wanting him to kiss you excites him even more. He’s fisting his cock, moaning into the receiver. You hear the slick sounds of his precum coating his cock. You let one of your hands dip down under your shirt and you begin to play with your aching clit.

“What else? Come on…talk to me.”

“Want you to kiss me, touch me…need your fingers in my pussy.”

This causes him to squeeze his cock to prevent himself from cumming too fast. This was going to have to be enough until you two saw each other again next semester.

“Yeah? You want me to lick that cute little pussy?” He doesn’t understand where he’s getting the courage to talk like this.

You whimper, “I wanna cum all over your tongue.”

This makes it even harder for him to slow down. You’re both working towards a similar goal, moaning and panting for one another. Kento growls softly.

“I’m gonna cum,”

You groan, “Me too.”

Tighter and tighter becomes the coil in your stomach. You see stars when you fall off the edge with a quiet call of his name. Kento is right behind you, biting his lip so he doesn’t yell too loud as he spills his cum all over his fist and his abdomen.

Both of you are panting as you catch your breath. Kento is the first to say something, coupled with a breathy chuckle.

“Hope that’ll keep you happy until we can see each other again.”

You smile, “I’ll be counting down the days.”

[ambiguouslady42]

Pairing: Emo! Nanami Kento x You

Content: Fluff, Angst, Smut MDNI

Summary: Your first time with Emo! Nanami.

Word count: 3.2K

Note: This was inspired by one of my fav Pulp songs, Do You Remember the First Time?

Tags: @hayatoseyepatch, @awkwardchick87, @peachsukii, @jellyfishart

Thank you, Sam and Salem for the help!

You have fallen for Nanami Kento. Every time you were paired on a mission, he’d do everything he could to make sure that you would walk out of there unscathed. You watched as he stepped in front of you to make the first move. You thought he was being a gentleman, but he was just making sure to assess the situation so that no lives would be lost. He was carrying the guilt of dealing with the loss of his friend. You made an effort at times to protect him when you could; it would frustrate him because at times he thought you were reckless to get in his way, but you wanted to show him that you were just as capable of protecting him. 

One particular mission was a close call. You watched Nanami struggling to be able to deal with this particular curse. Initially, you thought this would be simple, but the curse wasn’t classified correctly. There was no mistake that this was a grade 1 level curse. You were struggling to stand after being hit constantly. Nanami was injured and could barely hold his blade, as he was about to attack the curse, it decided to try to attack you instead. You were on the floor unable to move; you thought this would be a moment to accept your fate. You lived your life trying to protect those you cared about. Just as you believe this was your moment to pass, the curse chose to go to attack Nanami. 

You didn’t want to lose him; your heart felt like it was going to break into pieces. The adrenaline in your body aids you in getting up. Watching the one you love about to be attacked was all you needed to make your ambush. Within seconds, the curse was obliterated. As you stand in front of Nanami, you collapse. 

“Talk to me! Hey! Wake up!” he begins to blur as you fall. 

As you open your eyes, he holds you in his arms. The relief you felt on his face made you sob into his chest. You would do anything for him, even give your life away if it meant he got to live for another day. He held you and told you it was all okay. 

“No, it’s not. I know you think I'm stupid for trying to take on this curse on my own.” you continued to cry.

“It was, but…thank you. You didn't need to do that, so why did you?” he answered gently. 

“Because…” you said quietly, “you wouldn’t understand.”

Nanami did feel something towards you, he noticed the way you looked at him. He observed the way that you listened to him or the way you remembered his favourite sandwich order. In return, he got you your favourite soda from the machine. He constantly waited for you outside of your dorm to walk you to class or as you head out on your missions together. You just thought he was being nice, but you’d take it all because you were in love. However, risking your life was the ultimate form of love.

“Try me”, he continued to be gentle with you. This time, he began to rub his hand on your back. 

You pulled away from his hold. Your eyes were red, but you felt this was now or never. “I have to tell you something…I think I’m in love with you. You’ll think I’m stupid, but I don’t care. Even if we just remain friends, I’ll eventually move on and I won’t be a forethought in your mind.”

His face turned red. You were eager to brush his bangs to the side so you could fully see his face. Even if he didn’t return your affection, it would be okay. Now you put it out there and you could move forward if he didn’t return your affections.

“I think…I may feel the same way about you” he respondd. “I wish you wouldn’t have jumped in front of the curse for me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t successful. I just couldn't…”

The guilt started to build up now, and you began to cry again. You didn’t mean to worry him, but you did this because you couldn’t bear the pain. You would protect anyone who you held closest to your heart. 

“Shh…Thank you. I won’t forget about this.” he proceeded to kiss the top of your head. 

“What do we do now?” you spoke as you looked up at him.

“We do our best and spend time together. Graduation is coming up, so let’s make the best of it.”

He realized that you can’t quite get up, so he carried you, bridal style. You felt the heat in your face, but Nanami just looked at you and confirmed with a small smile that this is more than okay for him. You kissed his cheek and continued back towards campus. 

At first, each small, gentle kiss would just be enough to tide you over before class. Over time, you two would sneak off to share the kind of kisses that nobody else should have to witness. Each time you made out, he would hold you closely; you would run your hands through his blonde hair. You saw it as the perfect excuse to play with his bangs as you would grab his face to continue kissing him. The way he held you was very chaste, at first. Eventually, his hands shifted lower to your hips. You allow him to explore at times; you permitted him to grab your ass at times. The kisses eventually weren’t enough. 

After a short period, you began to have sleepovers. You weren’t ready to give yourself fully to him. He respected your choices and he would follow your lead when it came to knowing how far you could go. It was so difficult to share a bed sometimes. Each time you touched, you felt hungrier for him. You allow him to go under your shirt. As he was lying next to you, you felt him get hard. You blush and begin to embrace him and bury yourself on his shoulder. What are you supposed to do? He kisses your forehead and tells you that you don’t have to do anything. You allowed him to explore your breasts with his hands. You were feeling adventurous this evening, so you let his mouth feel each breast; he kisses your nipples so gently. This sensation that you feel is new to you. You see that his hard-on getting tighter on his skinny jeans, so you nudge him to stop. He immediately does so. You share soft, tender kisses and rub your noses together. You held each other to sleep and felt excited about the possibilities of you and him.

Then the dreaded day came. Yaga informs you that Nanami would be leaving Jujutsu High after graduation. You felt angry. You stormed out of his office and went to your dorm. You slam the door and just sob into your pillow. You could still smell traces of him on your bed. 

“Why didn’t he talk to me about this?”, you thought. 

You hear a knock on your door. “It’s me. Can we talk about this?”

“No, go away,” you shout back.

“Please, darling. You have to understand.” he pleads through the door.

“Why should I listen to you? You already made up your mind. Just go away.”

“It’s not just about you…please, hear me out.”

You get up and open the door. “Talk” you command him. You’re standing now with arms crossed and glaring at him.

“There’s simply no point in staying here and waiting for the day when we’ll die on a mission. I’m tired of constantly worrying if you’ll be back or if I'll be back. I’m still grateful to you for saving my life, but…I can’t keep doing this. Sorcery is dangerous. I want a chance of a normal life and live. You could come with me…we wouldn’t have to lay out our lives every day.”

You were fuming at this point. “I can’t. I can’t turn my back away from those that are helpless. We have been granted a gift, and while I’m able, I will not stand down and give up. I can’t do that. I thought you and I would be together, no matter what. We know the risks, but we have each other. We’re a team.”

“I…can’t do this anymore. Haibara was already too much of a loss and I can’t bear to lose…”

“Just stop right there. I’m the one who risked my life for you. I’d do it over again. I’d do it 100 times over again. I don’t regret it once.” you shout back. “If this is how you see it, then we have nothing more to talk about.”

“Please…just listen…” he pleads

“Stop. We’re done. Just get out. I don’t want to see you. Jujutsu society still needs us. If you want to quit, I’m not going to hold you back. Do what you have to do.” You turn around and wait for him to leave.”

“If that’s really want you want” he expresses somberly. You hear the door close gently behind you. You jump back into your bed and curl into a ball. You sob as you realize what you have done. 

It was graduation day; You were ready to be a full-on Jujutsu sorcerer in society. Nanami stood next to you. Stoic and expressionless. You gave him a warm smile, acknowledging the decision he made. Leaving Jujutsu Society would allow Nanami a chance at living a normal life, but that also meant that you’d likely not see him again. You accept the terms that come with this, but you wish you could apologize for the way you treated him, or even share one final kiss? 

After the ceremony, you walk back to your room. You sit on your bed and contemplate what the future holds now that Nanami won’t be in the picture anymore. Just as you were about to get up, you saw Nanami standing outside of your door. “I figured you would be here,” he says gently.

“Just saying goodbye before I move away from here. My parents would help me find an apartment in the city,” you tell him. 

“That’s good…listen, I know that our last conversation was unpleasant, but I just want you to know that you can still come with me if you want.”

“I’m sorry, Ken…my place is here in Jujutsu Society. I stand by everything I said to you. As long as I'm able, I swear to protect others. With that said, I don’t hold any grudges towards you. The only thing is, I’m sad I likely won’t see you again.” you tell him solemnly. You reach out to grab his hand. He returns the gesture.

“I understand. Just do everything you can to stay safe. If we ever run into each other, promise me we won’t be strangers.”

“I promise, Ken”.

Both of you look at each other and embrace. You hold each other tight. You don’t know if this will be the last time you see each other. You stare at each other with longing. Without forethought, you kiss. Just as you pull away, you nod to him. You go back to kissing him, but this time, one of longing and one filled with desperation. You start to run your hands through his hair as he begins to gently bite your lower lip. You begin biting his upper lip and you share a laugh. As he lowers you to the bed, you begin rushing to take off his jacket. He slowly runs his hand on your thigh. As he does so, he begins to move his hand to feel your ass. As the jacket comes off,  you begin to slowly unbutton his shirt. You stop kissing for a moment.

You look at him with reassurance,  “I’m…ready.”

“Okay, darling. If you ever want to stop, just say the word.” he coos.

“Yes, Ken. You bring him back towards you to continue kissing. He sits you up to take off your jacket and to begin unbuttoning your shirt. He hasn’t had to take off your bra in a while, but you help him. You both giggle as you begin to explore each other. You kiss his shoulders and make your way to his neck. You place small gentle kisses and he moans. You take this as a good sign and you continue to trace kisses around his neck. He pins you down to the bed and decides to kiss your neck. He is curious to know if you’ll react the same way he did. As he’s kissing you, your breathing becomes heavier. He decides to kiss his way to your exposed breasts. His hot tongue finds your left nipple. This is the moment you release a loud moan. You become embarrassed, but your Ken doesn’t stop. He begins to suck on your nipple and your moans just signal him to continue. You feel like you are at his mercy. You begin to gently pull his hair as your moans get louder. He traces kisses towards your breast. “Do…you want me to…stop?” he asks teasingly. 

“No, fuck…no.” as you’re struggling to make out words. He kisses you and begins to nibble on your right breast. You don’t feel afraid to give yourself away to him. “I need…more,” you whisper to him. 

At this point, you're both still wearing the lower halves of your uniforms. You slowly begin to unbutton his pants. He picks you to take your skirt off. You’re wearing your tights, and he gently removes them. All that’s left now is both of you in your underwear. You continue to kiss and you allow his hands to explore your body. He’s touching every place that would have always been fun to touch. He grazes your belly with his fingers. You begin to laugh in between the kisses, so he knows this place tickles. He loves hearing your laugh. His hands trace back to your outer thighs, moving closer to your inner thigh. You moan in between his kisses. You look up at him and nod. This nod expresses your permission that you’re okay with what he wants to do. He slowly works his way inside of your underwear and feels your pussy with his hand. You feel nervous at this point and just grab onto his arms. “Are you okay?” he whispers

“Yeah, this is..just a little scary…it’s new,” you respond.

You nod for him to continue. He proceeds to slide his finger in you. He doesn’t know what to do, but he feels the warmth between your legs. He notices that it’s also very wet. As he continues to explore his fingers in you, you begin to moan. He takes note of how this is making you feel. As he explores further, he finds a particular spot that makes you grab onto him even harder. “Mmmm…Ken, right there!.” This further encourages him to make you do that again. His finger proceeds to do a come hither motion. “Oh…My.”, are the only words you can say as you feel you’re about to scream. “Ken…I…need..y….” He proceeds to steal a kiss from you and you melt into him. Your hand traces his shoulders and you make little hearts on his back. You move your way down to play with the elastic of his underwear. You gently play with it to lower it just slightly. He stops kissing you. “Are you ready?” 

“Yeah, I’m ready. I trust you.” you gently kiss him.

As he slowly removes your underwear, you proceed to remove his. You decide to just gently feel his ass. He blushes slightly and you kiss his nose. “I love you. I always will.”

“I love you too.”

You lay on top of each other. His cock has girth and you’re nervous. You grab it and gently guide it inside you. As he gently shoves it inside you, you wince a bit in pain. “Are you…okay?” he asks you, worriedly.

“It’s okay…sweetheart. Don’t stop.” your grabbing onto his arms as he fully shoves his cock inside of you. As it’s inside, he sees a tear run down your face. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks you again.

“I’ll be…okay.” as another tear comes down. He kisses your face where the tears are streaming. “Just remember, say the word and we’ll stop.” You nod. He proceeds to slowly thrust into you. Your arms intertwine around his. As he’s thrusting, you think about how all of this feels perfect, despite the pain you feel temporarily. You feel like something is building up inside of you. “K..en…don’t stop.” You grab his face and you kiss him hungrily. As you feel every inch inside of you, you begin to moan as your tongues touch. “Mmm…darling…” you continue to moan. Nanami decides to see what would happen if he kisses your neck as you feel his balls deep inside of you. “Ahhhhhh…sweetheart…I…lo…” you’re struggling to say words at this point. “Shh…I know.” as he proceeds to trace you with kisses. Your moans are further indication that you’re enjoying this. You’re enjoying him.

“Oh my g…darling”, his voice goes up an octave. “I’m cum…” he releases his orgasm into you. You soon follow as you feel him finishing inside of you. You stare at each other and giggle before sharing one final kiss. He proceeds to get off you and lays next to you. You embrace him. You know this would be the only time this will happen. You won’t see him again after today. All you know is that you belong to each other, just for today. 

The years go by. You still thought about him. You miss him, but your duties as a Jujutsu Sorcerer kept you busy. You knew you had to focus on the missions at hand. Whenever you successfully exorcise a curse, you wonder if hethink about you from time to time. The feeling never waned, even with all the exhaustion and paperwork you had to do.

He spent his time in an office environment. The work is shit, but he kept living his life day by day. He wondered if you thought about him; were you alive and well? He longed to see you just one more time. One day, he stopped by a bakery to grab lunch. He noticed that the girl working there had a pestering curse on her shoulder. The moment he chose to exorcise the curse on her shoulder, it all just clicked. He finally understood the sense of duty you had. After hearing the girl’s “thank you” countless times, he knew he had to make a phone call. 

On this day, you are walking on campus and suddenly you notice a tall figure. He sees you and makes eye contact with you. Your smile never changed. His smile is just the way you remember it. Although, he traded his skinny jeans for a khaki suit, blue shirt, and the odd tie. You both stand in front of each other. He still feels a longing for you. 

You both share a common thought, “do you remember the first time?”

All he hopes for after all these years, with whatever number of lovers you took on, did you save a piece just for him?

[doctorsiren]

this is them methinks

[sicksorrows]

cutest era of him no one can change my mind

[ch6sos]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ teen!nanami headcanons

love my emo king so i decided to make headcanons for him because love himso sosooo MUCH <3 I am obsessed with nanami I am sorry guys for the amount of nanami but he is my beloved and my hyperfixation wooooooooooo

lmk if i should make an emo teen nanami as ur bf headcanon ill gladly do it sweetie pies

He is much quieter as a child and rarely speaks. I believe he will be more reserved as a teenager, not because he is shy, but because he dislikes talking to strangers. He is distant, but not unfriendly.

Haibara is the only person who is allowed in his room, and I do not make the rules. 

Owned an iPod/iPod touch (even though Nanami is the Samsung king) and he would stream his little emo bands.

As a teenager, he appears to be more immature and irrational, displaying difficulty in controlling his emotions sometimes. Despite his calm exterior, he is still a teenage boy so he has regular outbursts here and there.

HATED IT when he tried one of Shoko’s cigarettes; he most likely took one puff and began to cough as though he was going to die.

Sassy king who rolls his eyes and emo hair flips at least 7 times per second, 24/7.

“Nanami, can you do that thing?”

"Do not bother me at this time, Gojo." 

“OH MY GOD YOU DID IT.”

"What did I do."

"The hair flip thing... hahaha you need to cut your bangs."

"I prefer to keep it this way so I can focus on you with one eye and spare the other from seeing more of your face."

Haibara is an extrovert who encourages him to attend events and socialize with others. 

His backpack is tidy. His books are neatly organized, and his papers are not crammed together.

 He was forced to go to karaoke rooms with Shoko, Geto, Gojo, and Haibara, where he would sit and listen to them sing loudly.

"C'mon, Nanami... sing!" 

"..."

“Please?"

"..."

It turns out he was singing all along, albeit softly and quietly, while they sang along loudly to the screen lyrics.

He spaces out a lot when people talk to him because he just wants to go home.

Haibara is subtly affectionate towards him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder like many guys do. He doesn't push him off, but the other guy freezes and maintains some distance.

He once woke up from a nap and found himself wearing eyeliner, black nail polish, and eyeshadow. He immediately ran out to scold Gojo (it wasn't just him) (but he secretly liked it).

"Gojo, what the fuck is this?"

"This is your culture!" 

"Please refrain from touching me while I am sleeping."

“Hey! Who said it was only me?”

“Jesus Christ.”

Probably got a double helix piercing (that eventually healed when he became an adult) (sorry guys).

(Though he still has his earlobe piercings as an adult, he just never really wears earrings anymore. Though you can see the various holes.)

Geto accompanied him to get piercings, and despite feeling nervous at first, he ended up loving the experience and feeling badass.

"It feels good, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I suppose," he mumbled, trying to suppress a broad smile. As he arrived at his dorm, a dorky grin spread across his face. He stood in front of the mirror for several hours, hyping himself up.

Listens to My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Van Halen, Metallica, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Green Day, Foo Fighters, The Strokes, and Paramore. And more. :)

He would probably like gothic characters from cartoons or shows, like Raven from Teen Titans.

If you quietly make your way into his dorm room while he's listening to music, you'll catch him singing out the lyrics to his beloved emo songs. As the music moves him, he'll start air guitaring and air drumming with fervor. However, if he catches you witnessing his private performance, you'll see a flicker of embarrassment cross his face.

Gojo once tried to dye one of his hair strands purple or blue, but he failed. Instead of turning the strand the desired color, it only lightened his hair slightly, resulting in a lighter shade of blonde that looked like gray hair.

"Gojo, you made me look like a grandfather. I should've done it myself.”

"Looks great on you, Nanami! Fits you too since you kind of act like a grandpa.”

"Oh you, son of a—"

He secretly owns a Tamagotchi named Helena after remembering it is a My Chemical Romance song.

Wept when they split up.

Has secretly attended several concerts, raves, and gatherings, enjoying the kindness and energy of the events.

Has previously used an Ouija board with Gojo, Geto, and Haibara, and the "spirit" liked him.

He goes to the Japanese equivalent of a Hot Topic to get his clothes.

He smells earthy and musky because he is emo, and he probably has a cologne fragrance bottle shaped like a skull.

He rarely posted on MySpace, and when he did, it was only about his music and book reviews.

Likely wore a fake lip piercing, a silver skull necklace, and one of those spikey emo bracelets.

Read Scott Pilgrim comics for a while. 

He was not too dry, so he used emoticons like "-_-" "-.-" "._. ".-." "^_^"

In his spare time, he enjoys reading books about horror and mystery. 

Owned a black Nintendo DS and always handed it to Haibara so he could play with it. Was not upset when Haibara accidentally dropped it in the water, but was sad that he lost his Pokemon progress.

Never had a genuine crush on someone, though when he does he becomes shy and awkward around the person he has a crush on, often finding himself avoiding them like the plague. Whenever he catches sight of them, uncertainty clouds his mind, nerves all over the place.

Despite his efforts to suppress his feelings, they only seem to intensify. This is his first experience with a serious crush, and his initial reaction is to try to shake off the emotions, but he soon realizes that he can't - he's simply head over heels in love.

Whenever he sees them, he does a cute, dorky thing - he goes to his mirror, fixes his bangs, and hypes himself up. He sprayed more cologne than usual, coughed a little, and made sure his skull necklace, helix piercings, and slight eyeshadow looked good. He gives himself several minutes for a pep talk because he still gets so nervous.

He fidgets a lot, constantly finding ways to occupy his hands even when he appears outwardly calm. It's as if he can't help but engage in some form of repetitive movement, whether it's tapping his fingers, twirling a pen, or adjusting his sleeves.

He also stammers a bit sometimes especially when talking to someone he likes.

Talks to Haibara about how he feels most of the time. Out of everyone he trusts Haibara.

He draws on himself when he is bored. He intended to get a tattoo, so he drew on himself to see how it would look.

He has a journal, emphasizing that it's not a diary, where he writes down his emotions. He finds solace in jotting down his innermost feelings as he often struggles to express them verbally.

In his journal, not a diary, he vents a lot. He is frustrated with himself because he is so bad at expressing his emotions. When he wants to, he can't, and he just pushes people away, which he despises.

"Sometimes I wonder why. Why do I have to be like this? I do want to talk to people and express my emotions to them, but I could never. It genuinely scares me, and that is something I want to fix about myself."

Owns several band shirts and wears them to bed. When he is older, they're smaller on him. I wonder why.

When he's out with Haibara and the group, he always wears his headphones and drifts off while listening to music.

“NA-NA-MIIIII!”

*pretends not to hear gojo*

In the modern world, he would be the quiet student who consistently gets top grades, sits at the back of the class, and rarely participates.

When someone shares the same interests as him he tries not to look too excited but ultimately fails.

As a teenager, he adamantly refuses to pursue a romantic relationship but secretly desires one to fulfill his need for affection.

Thus, he spends his time reading romantic novels, gaining insights into how the male protagonists treat their significant others. This newfound knowledge inspires him to learn how to treat his future significant other.

Even though he is mature for his age, he sometimes wishes he had been raised differently. He genuinely feels like he is wasting his youth by not spending more time being a teenager.

Converse + Vans are his specialty and they’re all beat up.

He sees Geto as a fashion inspiration because he is another emo king.

When he's not in uniform, he enjoys wearing oversized, tucked-in T-shirts paired with sleek black pants and a studded belt. His fingers are adorned with multiple rings, and he complements this look with a sleek black watch.

He always spends an extra dollar to buy someone something from the vending machine. Need a soda? He gotcha.

He always seems to be munching on something, whether it's the crunch of Doritos or potato chips. However, he doesn't seem to have as much of a sweet tooth.

an emo king who deserves the world

a/n: i love my goat

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

how I imagine spotify wrapped during hidden inventory arc [2006]

[avspol]

iced americano enjoyer on a coffee date

[sweetieyos]

teen nanami x reader ♡

omg when i saw him, i screamed and cried LMAO anyways here it is some hc i have about him x reader

teen nanami that saw you at school, he felt something that he didn't felt before, something soft? his heart was racing so fast! why?

teen nanami who sees you again, he didn't protest when you greet him and introduce yourself, director yaga said that you were a new classmate of the classroom

teen nanami who is thrilled about the idea of having you here, something about you make him feel weird

teen nanami who sees you with the senpais and his friend, yu haibara, your personality is so nice and soft for everyone that he wishes to be near you by an unknown reason

teen nanami who nearly faint when you talked with him, your eyes, your voice, the movements of your body got him, he didn't know how to talk with you so he is cold and serious as always and you think he hates you (ouch)

teen nanami who got attacked by a curse in a mission by seeing you fight, you grace was stunning, he doesn't knew how to move, it was incredible (he then got hurt and send by a nurse while you and haibara laugh nanami thinks it was worth it because of your laugh)

teen nanami who got asked by haibara what he thinks about you, haibara who never saw his friend so nervous and speaking his opinions about you, opinions that weren't bad, they were actually good opinions. haibara almost die there, he never saw nanami as a soft person

teen nanami who almost have a heart attack by listening to haibara saying 'nanami you are in love with y/n?', that makes sense now..

teen nanami that now knows he likes you, but not liking you as a friend, as a lover, and he doesn't know what to do or say to you

teen nanami who is waiting to you for notice, waiting for your next move, he only wants to be with you pls he is so cute i can't :(