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rafecameronssl4t · 6 months ago

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All yours || nfl player!Rafe Cameron x dcc!reader

Summary: You wearing Rafe’s initials on your necklace during a Cowboy’s game and people speculating 🤭

Warnings: swearing, other than nothing rlly??

Word count: 1,028

A/n: IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS LOVED THUNDERSTRUCK AS MUCH I DID 😆😆😆 If you’ve watched the dcc documentary, who was ur fav??? ALSO send me more nfl!rafe x dcc!reader requests cuz I’m itching to do more even tho I have a few to finish in my drafts lol

MASTERLIST (nfl!rafe x dcc!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Isn’t this a bit risky?” you manage to say in between heated kisses, feeling his hands grip the flesh of your thigh wrapped around his hip. Rafe’s smirk is palpable against your neck. “That’s kinda the whole point, babe,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your skin, making you shiver as your own lips curl into a smile. Your eyes flicker to the clock on the wall, and reality hits you.

“Fuck, we gotta go. I can’t be late, and neither can you,” you say hurriedly, pushing yourself off from Rafe. You rush to the mirror, frantically fixing your hair and touching up your makeup. Rafe’s presence is suddenly behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist as his face nestles into your shoulder, inhaling the addictive scent of your perfume.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that right?” he says softly, his breath warm against your skin. You feel your cheeks heat up at his words. “Like, so so pretty. No wonder they put you front and center. You catch everyone’s attention,” he continues, his arm draped over your shoulder as he gazes at your reflection in the mirror. Both of you, side by side, in your uniforms. You had to admit, the two of you looked hot together.

“Is that why you gave me this necklace? So people know?” you chuckle, your fingers toying with the necklace adorned with his initials. “Mhm, maybe,” he smirks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Oh, they’ll see it for sure. We’re not supposed to wear any jewelry, so it’ll stick out like a sore thumb,” you chuckle as Rafe leans down to press a kiss on your lips. “Good. I want all those guys crushing on you to know you’re mine,” he says against your lips, and you can’t help but smile. “All yours,” you reply before smashing your lips back onto his, losing yourself in the moment one last time.

As Thunderstruck reverberated around AT&T Stadium, the energy of the crowd was electric. Rafe, standing on the sidelines, couldn’t help but keep his eyes trained on the big screen, his gaze unwavering. Throughout the entire performance, he caught glimpses of your necklace multiple times, glinting under the bright stadium lights. If he saw it, that meant everyone else could too.

You moved with the grace and precision of a seasoned performer, every step and twirl executed flawlessly. The crowd’s roar grew louder as you and the other cheerleaders took center stage, but Rafe’s focus was solely on you. The way you danced had him utterly captivated; each sway of your hips, each leap, and every spin had his heart pounding harder than any game.

And then, the moment that nearly made him lose it—you threw your head back (pls tell me u guys know what move of the dance I’m talking abt if u saw the documentary😭 like the part where they hit their Pom Poms on the ground and then do the hair flip?), your eyes locking with the camera, giving a sultry, confident gaze. The big screen captured the perfect shot of you, your radiant smile and the necklace with Rafe’s initials prominently displayed on your chest. It was a declaration, a bold statement that you were his.

Rafe’s breath hitched as he felt a rush of pride and desire flood through him. His initials on your necklace weren’t just an accessory; they were a symbol of his claim, a visible marker for everyone to see. The sight of it sent a jolt of possessive excitement through him, making his blood run hot.

As the music reached its crescendo, you finished the routine with a flourish, and the crowd erupted in applause. Rafe’s teammates nudged him, laughing and making comments about his obvious distraction, but he didn’t care. His eyes remained locked on you, taking in every detail, every shimmer of the necklace that told everyone you were his.

When the performance ended, and you made your way off the field, Rafe couldn’t wait for the game to be over. The anticipation of seeing you, holding you, and showing you just how much he appreciated you was almost too much to bear.

“Really, kiddo?” Your dad, the Dallas Cowboys coach, gives you a disapproving nod, his presence commanding even in casual moments as he leans against your car. “What?” you respond innocently, unlocking the car and tossing your bag into the backseat, trying to avoid his penetrating gaze.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he says, raising an eyebrow at you. You meet his gaze, trying to keep your expression neutral, but you know exactly where this conversation is heading.

You’ve been on the team long enough to know the uniform policies. Hell, I’m not even on the cheerleading squad, and I know you aren’t supposed to wear any jewelry with your uniform,” your dad continues, his voice a mix of frustration and concern. He crosses his arms over his chest, his stance was something you’d usually see when he’s lecturing his team, not his daughter.

You let out a sigh, mirroring his stance as you cross your arms too. “It’s not that big of a deal, Dad. It’s just a necklace.” “Just a necklace?” he repeats, incredulous. “Kiddo, you know the rules are there for a reason. It’s about professionalism and safety. What if it gets caught on something?”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, feeling a mix of irritation and guilt. “Shouldn’t Kelli be telling me this? Not you?” Your dad chuckles, a rare moment of humor breaking through his stern demeanor. “You’d be glad it’s me talking to you and not her. You know how strict she can be about the rules.”

You roll your eyes, but you know he’s right. Kelli had a reputation for being strict but fair, and you didn’t want to risk your place on the team. “Okay, fine. I get it,” you concede, your voice softening as the weight of his words sinks in.

Later that night, you sink into the comfort of your bed, the events of the day replaying in your mind. You reach for your phone on the nightstand, deciding to unwind by catching up on messages and social media. A few notifications catch your eye—messages from your close friends on the team.

Curious, you open the first message, which contains a Twitter link. Your fingers tap the screen, and the app loads quickly. Your eyes widen slightly as you see your name and Rafe’s name trending all over social media.

You click on another link, leading to a video clip from the game earlier. The footage shows you performing, the camera zooming in just as you throw your head back and lock eyes with the lens, your necklace with Rafe’s initials gleaming under the stadium lights.

The next day, Kelli was furious, to say the least. Her expression was a mixture of disappointment and frustration as she called you into her office. “Y/n, this is unacceptable,” she said sternly. “You know the rules, and you deliberately broke them.”

“This is your official warning,” she continued, her tone unyielding. “The PR team had to work overtime to manage the situation. They even went as far as photoshopping the necklace out of the official pictures taken of you.”

You spent the rest of the day practicing with renewed determination, vowing to stay focused and follow the rules. During a break, you checked your phone and saw more messages from friends and fans. Despite the reprimand from Kelli, the support from your friends and the fans’ enthusiasm about your relationship with Rafe was heartwarming.

“Hey,” you jump slightly, feeling a pair of hands wrap around your waist. “Jesus, Rafe. Don’t come up behind me like that!” you chuckle, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses kisses against your jaw.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Rafe murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “Seriously, guys?” You pull away quickly as Kelcey walks into the room, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Sorry,” you awkwardly chuckle, your cheeks flushing as Kelcey shakes her head, brushing it off with a smile.

“It’s fine. Just didn’t expect to walk into a lovefest,” Kelcey teases. “Okay, go away now,” you jokingly shoo Rafe out of the room, but before he leaves, he presses a quick kiss on your lips, making you let out a little giggle.

As Rafe exits, Kelcey crosses her arms, a playful smile on her face. “You guys are cute, and apparently the whole internet thinks so too,” she says with a wink. You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, I saw. It’s a bit overwhelming, honestly.” Kelcey laughs. “Overwhelming? Try trending. You two are practically the new royal couple of Dallas.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“It’s wild. I never expected this much attention.” Kelcey nods, her expression softening. “Just enjoy it. It’s not every day you get to be part of a fairytale romance that everyone’s rooting for. Plus, it’s clear Rafe’s crazy about you.” You smile, warmth spreading through your chest. “Yeah, he is. And I’m crazy about him too.”

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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months ago

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southern rivalries

warnings: 18+ only, smut, college au, cheerleader!reader, football player!rafe, college football but i dont know anything so please excuse any wrong details, rivals to lovers, p in v sex, protected sex to unprotected sex lol, sixty nine, male and female receiving oral, male receiving handjob, brief injury but no one is seriously hurt

words: 2.3k

“they're not just a different school.” steffie says, placing her hands down on the table as her tone turns way too serious for the subject. “they're our rivals, our arch nemeses. the war has torn families apart.”

“it's football.” you say plainly. “college. football.”

“i can tell you're new here.” steffies friend tiffy agrees (you've always wondered if they purposely chose their nicknames to rhyme considering they seem attached at the hip). “you just don't get it. football is life here in the south.”

“and north carolina are our rivals. even though we are north carolina.” you are trying to wrap your head around the culture at your new school.

“kind of but also, not at all.” tiffy says while steffie finishes the sentiment for her. “we are nc state. the wolf pack. our rivals are unc tar heels.”

“tar heels is a dumb name.” you snort.

“exactly!” steffie agrees.

the conversation shifts, but it never goes to far from football, too far from the rivalry that seems to extend to everything, from other sports to academics.

“did you cheer in high school?” steffie asks.

“yeah.” you nod. “well, not sideline because it conflicted with volleyball. i did competitive though.”

“you should try out for our sideline team. we need more numbers and…” her voice turns to a whisper like she's sharing a deep, dark secret. “my sister is the team captain. you'll definitely get on the squad if i put in a good word for you.”

-- two months later --

“wolf!” you shout with your fellow cheerleaders, listening to the crowd scream back.

“pack!”

“wolf!” you yell again before dropping your poms, quickly learning that most of the girls never did competitive cheer and aren't the best tumblers, leaving you to be the one flipping across the sidelines to the cheers of fans.

you wave and kick and cheer, just happy to have something to do on friday nights. you feel a little guilty for beating out girls that are a lot more passionate about football and your college, but you try your best to put it past you.

you get back in the line, yelling out cheers and keeping your cheeks stretched wide with a smile, occasionally glancing at the clock to see how much longer until your halftime routine (as well as the score… a little bit.)

the seconds are ticking down and you're about to raise your poms again to shake the red and white colors in the air, when you suddenly feel a presence behind you, but before you can turn, you're hit in the back.

“ahhh!” you scream out and fall forward, the football player falling with you as the ball falls from his hands.

“shit.” he groans and quickly rolls off of you. “are you okay?”

you roll over onto your back, coughing and trying to suck in oxygen after the air was knocked out of your lungs.

you realize quickly that the football player now moved to hover over top of you is not one of your own with his powder blue jersey and white helmet.

“im-” you take another deep suck of breath, but this time not in recovery as you see his face through the face mask, blue eyes looking into yours and the most handsome face you've ever seen.

“im fine.” you manage to say before you're surrounded by a crowd, the wolfpack players pulling the opposing player away and your fellow cheerleaders helping you back up.

steffie pushes strands of hair out of your face, getting you back to proper uniform while tiffy shoves your fallen poms back into your grip.

“ew.” tiffy says, wiping the back of your uniform like the tar heel player left a literal stain on you.

“and our cheerleader is back and up on her feet! let's give it up for her as number 19 rafe cameron re-enters the field after their clash.”

you wave your hand in the air as the crowd claps for you, their attention briefly away from the field, but there's only one thing on your mind. rafe cameron.

-- two hours later --

“what are you doing?” steffie yells, snatching your phone from your hand and making you quickly regret agreeing to be her and tiffies third roommate.

“don't you know fraternization is not allowed with tar heels?”

“im not doing anything!” you grab your phone back out of her hand, still opened up to his instagram page. “simply looking at the guy who hit me, okay? i was just curious.”

“mhm.” steffie gives you a glaring look that clearly says she doesn't believe you.

you sigh softly and close out of the account, not that there's many posts to look at anyways, and only a few not on the football field with his helmet off and structured face in full view.

“let's go out.” you say quickly.

“after we lost the game?” steffie shakes her head.

“alright, whatever.” you get up to get dressed in something cute, not willing to let the football teams loss hold you back from living your life, and admittedly you need a breath of fresh air away from cheer or football or your dorm mates.

you're at a club you've never been to before, not one of the ones that plasters wolfpack pride posters to all of their walls and plays the red and white anthem like it's a kesha song.

you show the bouncer your id and step into the music filled room, quickly ordering yourself a drink when you hear loud whooping from a different section.

you look over and find a group of men that you quickly realize despite the clubs colorful lighting are wearing that recognizable baby blue.

“of course.” you groan, just happening to stumble into the same bar as the unc players while you're trying to not think about football or even college despite all your classes being easy entry level.

you're about to pay your tab and leave when a deep, familiar voice speaks from jarringly close.

“another drink of whatever the lady is having.”

“i- no, no.” you shake your head, only briefly glancing at him. rafe. “im fine.”

“you're that cheerleader, aren't you?” he leans his elbow against the table, and the bartender makes you a drink and places it down in front of you despite your attempted disapproval.

“yeah.” you nod. “not that… into all of this i guess.” you shrug, hand waving at the logo on his shirt. “i didn't know y'all came here to celebrate.”

“ah.” he nods. “and your name?”

you realize quickly that you know far too much about him when all he knows is that he accidentally hit you, and that you cheer for his rival team.

“y/n.” you reply, taking a sip of your drink, actually tasting it this time instead of quickly gulping it down like you did the first time.

“im rafe.” he reaches his hand out and you shake it, wondering if the invisible blue stain is somehow going to be picked up on by steffie and tiffy when you eventually make it back to your dorm.

“i never got to properly apologize. i did look for you after the game. i guess it was fate that brought you here tonight.” rafe squeezes your hand, and you quickly realize it's still held in his grip. “im sorry.”

“im not supposed to-” you quickly take your hand out of his grasp. “im not supposed to be talking to you. sorry.”

“ah.” he says again. “that pesty no fraternization rule. im not supposed to be talking to you either.”

there's a pause, a mutual understanding and acknowledgement of the tension brewing between the two of you.

“but that's not going to stop me from asking you back to my hotel room.”

the words barely leave his lips before your mouth is on his.

it's a mess of hands, furiously grabbing and tugging at clothes until you're both down to just your undergarments.

“shit.” you laugh, noticing that even rafes underwear is carolina blue.

“team issued.” he clarifies quickly as he pulls you down with him as he falls back onto the bed. your lips press against his as you straddle his hips.

you press your crotch down over his, feeling the way he's already pressing up against your panties.

“god, let me get my mouth on you.” you groan, sinking down to lick and kiss at the grooves of his chest and abs, trying to commit the taste of his skin to memory, not sure if you'll ever have this chance again.

you reach his blue boxers and press your lips against the clear outline of his hard cock, wetting the fabric with your spit before you're sick of the barrier and lean back only to pull the underwear down his thighs.

“fuck.” rafe moans out when your mouth is immediately back on his cock, this time able to put his length into your mouth as you bob your head up and down, quickly setting a rhythm as you try to coax your throat to allow him deeper.

“y/n.” rafe tugs on your hair, and you groan when you're forced to pull away.

“what?” you snap.

“get your ass up here.”

you move quickly, shucking off your panties and moving so your pussy is hovering over rafes face. he looks up at you for a brief second, just to take a breath and stare into your glistening cunt, before his hands are pulling your hips down and your clit onto his awaiting mouth.

you take his cock in your hand, pressing open mouth kisses and licks all over, not sure how well you can blow him when your moans are loud and filling the hotel room.

rafe mumbles something that you can't might make out, but it may be “delicious.” as his mouth devours your pussy, tongue swiping through your folds obsequiously, paying attention to every moan of yours and what causes your pussy to clench.

“fuck.” you groan, hand moving to take over for your mouth as your jaw drops open, stroking up and down his length that makes your cunt squeeze again thinking about having inside you.

rafe pushes your hips away, and before you can argue or control your body, he uses his strong football muscles to flip you into your back and rest your head against the hotel rooms fluffy pillows.

“i need you.” rafe says, reaching towards his wallet on the nightstand and pulling out a condom, tearing it before sinking the rubber over his length.

“fuck yes.” you moan out. who knew exactly what you needed to feel better was to hookup with the player on the opposing team, the rule breaking only making things even more exciting.

rafe grabs your leg and pulls it over his hip before lining up with your entrance. he sinks forward slowly, eyes on your face in case you show any sign of pain.

“you're so fucking warm.” rafe moans out, dropping to kiss you sloppily as his hips press all the way forward, cock buried inside of you.

he gives you both a minute to adjust before hes hovering over you, strong arms holding himself up as he pounds into you.

“fuck!” you squeal out, one hand gripping the bed sheets while the other reaches up to the headboard, trying to find some stability while he wrecks your pussy.

you hope rafe won't last too long because you can already feel your high building despite not wanting it to be over anytime soon.

one time certainly won't be enough to satisfy you, especially not as you look up at rafes face, still gorgeous and chiseled even as his jaw is slackened as he fucks you with pure pleasure and bliss in his eyes.

“you-” you gasp out. “you feel amazing. so good.”

“damn right i do.” rafe smiles a cocky grin down at you as he somehow manages to speed up even more. “filling you perfectly. this pussy is mine.”

you try (and fail) to not let the words go to your head.

you even briefly think of what your fellow cheerleaders would think if they knew what you were doing right now, how tiffy and steffie would react if they knew just how much that unseen blue has been smeared across your naked body, how much of it is dripping from your cunt.

“im-im not far.” rafe warns, ignoring the cramp in his throwing arm to warn you.

“ffff-” you hold back the urge to curse again as your mind spins. “condom off, please. i need you to cum in me.”

rafe certainly isn't going to argue, even though it might not be the smartest idea. he kneels between your legs, one hand coming to massage your clit while the other pulls the condom off.

rafe strokes himself once before pushing back inside of you, keeping one hand on your clit as your pleasure grows, hips seeming to raise higher and higher off the bed the closer your high gets.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say seconds before he bursts, warm spurts of cum filling your insides, thankfully not being wasted being trapped inside rubber.

the warm filled sensation causes you to tip over the edge too, body shaking as rafe collapses over you, rubbing your clit with his cock lodged inside of you until both your highs have worn out, your pussy sucking and clenching out every bit of cum he has to give.

“god.” rafe rolls off of you and onto his back. “you are fucking amazing.”

“you did most of the work.” you giggle.

“you know.” rafe says as he pulls you into his chest. “you play us at home in three weeks.”

“mmm.” you lift your head up and press a kiss against his jaw before you bare your teeth and nip at his skin. “perfect time for us to get revenge.”

“keep that up and i might just have to tackle you again next game.” rafe laughs, but you just flip over so you're on top of him, straddling his hips as his cock starts to grow again.

“you wouldn't dare.”

“if it gets you in my bed all night then i might.”

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tsukimefuku · 8 months ago

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Thank you for this story, Rahu. It has healed my heart from all the trauma Gege has inflicted in it. 🫂 I love this crack/fluff/comedy stories that you write for Nanami and our favorite trio, please don’t stop.

The Transformation of Nanami Kento, Part 8 (Final Chapter)

In which Nanami regains his human form, but are all traces of Nanami-pom really gone for good?

The arrangements had been made, Ichimura suitably threatened and Gojo had managed to secure a steady stream of transformed people from the sectioned-off area where the curse user had been confined. None of the daycare workers stayed long. Each seemed eager to return to their families and old lives, some still moving awkwardly, having to re-adjust to their normal human forms.

Nanami-pom had stubbornly insisted on going last, ensuring that all of the curse-user's victims had been seen to before allowing Gojo, Ino and the students to escort him down the corridor to the confinement cells.

Stopping outside the door, Nanami-pom paused and turned to them. The small hazel eyes fixed on each of their faces, expression earnest, as if trying to convey his thanks for everything they had done for him over the past few days. Ino's eyelashes were looking suspiciously damp once again. The students, as if understanding Nanami-pom's intentions, knelt one by one.

He first approached Yuuji. The tiny paw reached up and patted the pink hair comfortingly. Yuuji gave a slightly crooked smile.

"See you in your normal body soon, Nanamin. And for what it's worth, I'll train hard and make sure that you never have to put yourself in danger for me again."

Nanami-pom gave a small, solemn nod before moving on to Nobara. He stared at her and his ear twitched slightly. Nobara's lip trembled in delight as he allowed her one last ear scratch and belly rub.

Nanami-pom then turned to Megumi. Reaching into the pocket of his miniature business suit, he pulled something out and placed it carefully in Megumi's outstretched palm. Looking closely, Megumi made out the small vial of conditioner he had been using to brush Nanami-pom's fur twice a day to keep it shiny and free of knots. Even though it had only been for a short while, Megumi realised that he would miss having a small, furry person climb into his lap in the mornings and afternoons, a comb pushed insistently into his hand. He knew that this was Nanami-pom's way of saying 'thank you' and offered the short form in front of him a slight smile in return.

Ino was last. He saluted Nanami-pom smartly and received a dignified little bow in return.

"Can't wait to have you back, chief!"

Ino was carrying a neatly pressed suit of Nanami's, fresh from the dry cleaner's and a small bag with other essentials. He handed them over to Gojo who was still looking a little grumpy from Nanami-pom's trickery the previous day. Opening up the cell, Gojo huffed out a breath before turning to Nanami-pom.

"Guess this is it. You ready to go back to your normal, gloomy self?"

Nanami-pom nodded emphatically and Gojo shook his head in fond exasperation before gesturing him through.

"After you."

The students watched as the diminutive form scampered across the threshold, each of them suddenly feeling a tad emotional. It was silly, they knew. This was Nanami in whichever form, after all. They would, however, miss Nanami-pom's little expressions of mischief and humour, his reliance on them, his cute, polite mannerisms and his tiny paw on their arms, asking for their attention or a cup of warm milk. They were all unanimous in their desire for their reliable mentor to make a re-appearance though, as much as they would miss his strange, transformed aspect.

The door swung shut and they waited with growing anticipation. After some time, they heard movement within, what sounded like footsteps approaching. The students stood anxiously to attention and Ino wrung his hands, sweat beading on his forehead beenath the ski mask. With a creak, the door opened into the corridor.

Nanami stepped out. Once more in his imposing human form, the sorcerer cut a reassuringly familiar figure. Dressed in his usual tan business suit, dress shoes polished to high shine and wristwatch gleaming beneath his sleeve, Nanami flexed his fingers before adjusting his cuffs and raising his hands to sweep back his perfectly styled hair.

He was not wearing his usual tinted glasses, however, and the keen, sharp-cornered eyes looked over his small audience, one eyebrow raising in what looked like slight amusement.

"Oh? I thought you'd be more pleased to see me back to normal. Or do you miss my other form already?"

Hearing that deep, smooth baritone, so comforting to listen to after many days without it, was enough to send Yuuji and Ino into a more 'emotional' state.

"Nanamin! You're really back!"

"And there he is!" Ino cheered, "You really did a number on us. We didn't know what would walk out that door, but ... rest assured, I'd respect you in every form, Nanami!"

"And the fanboys strike again," Nobara muttered, but she came forward and welcomed Nanami all the same, her eyes lingering rather wistfully on his ears.

Megumi concealed it well, but even he glanced momentarily at Nanami's hair, fingers twitching with longing around an imaginary comb. Gojo chose this moment to appear in the doorway, closing it firmly behind him. His face was creased in what looked like a deep desire not to laugh.

"What's going on with you?" Megumi asked, curiously.

Gojo's composure lasted a full three seconds before he burst into peals of laughter.

"Oh, wait ... I can't - You should have seen - "

"What? What?"

Yuuji, who had grabbed Nanami around the middle in a firm hug (in spite of the older man's stiff protests) now stepped back, eyes tracking over the tall form before him.

"What are you laughing at? He's back to normal!"

Nanami clicked his tongue.

"Don't bother with this clown, Itadori - "

"No, no, wait!" Gojo waved them to a halt. "I want to know, for research purposes, who packed those boxers with baguettes on them for Nanami?"

A vein had begun to show prominently in Nanami's forehead, and the students were suddenly covering their mouths and looking anywhere but at each other. Ino raised his hand sheepishly.

"Uh, I did? I mean, I just thought that after everything you'd been through, you might have liked a reminder of your favourite food ... "

His voice trailed off as Nanami sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You thought I'd like a reminder ... on my underwear?"

"Eh ... "

"No," Gojo managed to choke out, "No. The real question here is ... why do you even own that? And why is the baguette so stategically placed - "

"I don't have time for this. I'm going to get some food."

Posture rigid with fresh irritation, Nanami briskly walked away, buttoning up his coat. He definitely wasn't stomping. Ino and the students scurried after him.

"Hey, to celebrate you coming back, I'll treat you, okay?" Ino called out.

"Hmm. I suppose that would be acceptab- Kugisaki, why are you staring at my ears?"

"Eh? Who me? I'm not!"

"Hey, hey, Nanamin, what does it feel like to be tall again?"

"Much better. Unfortunately, I can now tell that Gojo has a bad case of dandruff again."

"Lies and slander!"

___________________________________________________

Shoko and Ijichi were invited to the small celebration of Nanami's return. Shoko arrived with a bottle of whiskey she had been saving for a rainy day, which Nanami looked at in much the same way as Nobara had regarded his ears. All those days of having to drink milk had obviously taken their toll.

When Ijichi arrived, he brought a considerate gift of his own; a small leather harness that would fit around Nanami's forearm and carry another short blade, in case he ever found himself incapacitated again. Nanami thanked him gravely and Yuuji exclaimed in excitement, begging Nanami to cosplay for Assassin's Creed.

In the days that followed, there were few reminders of Nanami's stint as the most adorable mascot Jujutsu Tech had ever seen. There were those photos that Gojo had taken, however. True to form, he hadn't kept his promise and posted them to the Grade 1 sorcerer group chat at the first opportunity.

Nanami soon settled into his usual routine of working himself to the bone and exorcising rogue curses with practiced efficiency, sometimes with Yuuji or Ino in tow. If one were paying close enough attention, they'd sometimes see Nanami quickly place a hand over his mug when others entered a room he was in, disguising the fact that he actually did fancy a cup of hot milk with honey occasionally.

If one were watching with even closer attention, they might have noticed his surreptitious meetings with Megumi, a small vial changing hands in the hallway, no words required. For a few days after each exchange, Nanami's hair would gleam with even greater lustre, and would smell faintly of caramel pudding.

THE END.

#are all traces of Nanami-Pom gone for good? god I hope NOT #ofc he went last Nanami you wonderful but with little self preservation man #one last ear scratch and belly rub I’m crying 😭#this made me want to get a Nanami-Pom more than any marketing strategy #the students feeling a little sad and it’s so cute and I’m crying 😭 oh how I miss them #Oh? I thought you'd be more pleased to see me back to normal. Or do you miss my other form already? wanna tackle him in cute aggression #Nobara staring at the ears LOL #BAGUETTES IN THE UNDERWEAR INO? UNDERWEAR? 😂#of course Gojo would be a little shit about the photos 🗣️#AHHHHH THE CARAMEL PUDDING IM MELTING FROM CUTE #This was an adventure and I loved it #fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jjk fluff #jjk crack #jjk humor #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jjk kento #kento Nanami #itadori yuuji

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