#maybe that’s why Kento had no visible injuries

[commence-screaming]

I’ve been wondering how Kings are able to order their Watchers around if Watchers really are as powerful as they say

Watchers are technically mentioned in the Book of Enoch, which is sort of(?) an addition to the Bible??? And yknow, the Bible has a bunch of stories where names are super important. (The green flu was supposedly made by the Aztec god of death 😫 NOTHING is impossible ok)

I am reminded of this Egyptian myth.

Soooo maybe the Watchers are controlled by their Kings because they have true names :)

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

One more sleepless night

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

One More Sleepless Night

Nanami had been coming home late 3 AM, sometimes 2 AM. It was becoming nearly impossible to spend even a second with him, as he was always gone by the time you woke up. At first, you tried to be understanding. He was a reserved man, someone who never mixed personal matters with work. But lately, it had been too much.

Another sleepless night.

Tonight, you forced yourself to stay awake, waiting for him. You wanted no, needed to sit down and talk like adults. Because you loved him, and love wasn’t one-sided. Whatever was bothering him, whatever was keeping him away, you wanted to know.

The sound of keys clinking pulled you from your thoughts. The door creaked open, and there he was his figure disheveled, his tie loose, and his shirt slightly wrinkled. But what stood out the most was the faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

Your heart clenched. He doesn’t drink.

"Welcome home," you greeted, offering him a small, tired smile.

He blinked, looking almost startled to see you awake. "Were you waiting for me?" His voice was hoarse, slightly rough like he hadn't spoken in hours.

You nodded. "Mhmm. Nanami, did you eat dinner? If not, I can make something simple for you."

His jaw tightened. His eyes, usually so soft when they looked at you, held something unreadable tonight. "Is there something you want to talk about?" he asked, straight to the point.

You sighed, deciding there was no point in beating around the bush. "Are you sure you’re okay, Ken? You know you can tell me anything."

For a moment, he froze. Then his entire body tensed, like a man standing at the edge of a cliff, afraid to jump. Nanami Kento was a good man. Even if he did something terrible, he’d confess because he was honest, because he believed in honesty.

But he said nothing.

Instead, he turned toward the bathroom. And that’s when you saw it.

A hickey.

Faint, barely visible under the dim lighting, but there. At the back of his neck.

Your hands trembled as the plate you were holding slipped from your grasp, shattering into pieces on the floor.

No. No, no, no.

Was Nanami was Nanami cheating on you?

Hearing the crash, he rushed back, his expression instantly morphing into concern. "Are you okay?" He knelt beside you, hands gently touching your arms, as if checking for injuries.

And that’s when you smelled it.

Not his usual cologne. Not the scent of office paper or coffee.

It was rose perfume.

A feminine fragrance. Not yours.

Your throat tightened. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream, cry, or slap him.

Was this why he was always ‘overworking’? Was this why he came home so late?

It couldn’t be true. He wouldn’t do this to you.

Would he?

"I-I’m fine," you choked out, forcing yourself to stand. "I just tripped. It’s nothing, Ken."

His hands stiffened against your waist. You didn’t have to say it out loud he knew you knew. His fingers tightened, just slightly, as if trying to hold onto you, as if trying to stop the inevitable.

Remorse flickered across his face, but still he said nothing.

The next morning.

You woke up to an empty bed.

A part of you had hoped hoped that maybe, just maybe, he’d be there, making breakfast, apologizing.

Because despite everything, you still loved him.

And if he said sorry if he looked you in the eyes and meant it you knew you’d forgive him.

But there was no breakfast. No apology. Just silence.

You checked your phone, your breath hitching when you saw a message from him.

His first message in over a month.

It was a simple

I'll be back soon , like nothing happened at all.

Your fingers hovered over the screen. But instead of opening it, you turned your phone off and let out a shaky breath.

You weren’t ready.

Your heart clenched as the TV played in the background.

"BREAKING NEWS: Y/N, OUR BLOCKBUSTER SINGER, IS GETTING MARRIED! WILL SHE REVEAL THE LUCKY MAN?"

You scoffed. What a joke.

You forced yourself to stand, your stomach churning with unease. You needed answers. If he was truly yours, if he still wanted this, he needed to tell you to your face.

You weren’t going to sit around and wallow in self-pity.

So you slipped into a blue dress one that hugged your figure perfectly and grabbed the bento you had prepared for him. A silent claim, a reminder.

Nanami Kento was yours.

And everyone needed to know that.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

At the Office

You arrived at his company, stepping through the entrance with confidence. The receptionist’s eyes widened in excitement.

"Y/N?! Oh my god, um h-how can I help you, ma’am?"

"Where’s the CEO’s office?" Your voice was steady, but your heart was anything but.

She quickly gave you the directions, and as thanks, you signed the notebook she had eagerly pushed forward.

Then, without knocking, you barged into his office.

And froze.

Boom.

The scene before you made your world shatter.

Nanami. Kissing.

Kissing another woman.

A fucking singer like you.

The bento slipped from your hands, crashing onto the floor.

Your breath caught in your throat as Nanami abruptly pulled away, his face twisting into horror when he saw you standing there.

"Y-Y/N?" His voice shook, eyes darting to the bento you had brought for him. You had come to bring him lunch.

And instead, you walked straight into a nightmare.

The woman Lilaina smirked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe.

What the fuck was happening?

Tears threatened to spill, but you refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of them.

You turned on your heels and walked out.

Nanami called after you.

But you didn’t stop.

Outside

The second you stepped out of the building, your legs gave out, and you clutched your chest as silent tears fell.

You just wanted to go home.

So you ran.

You didn’t even notice the paparazzi taking photos of you.

By the time you got back, your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Messages from Shoko. From Utahime.

Your hands trembled as you checked Twitter.

The pictures had gone viral.

The good thing? They hadn’t caught you crying.

It was just a blurry shot of you storming out, looking pissed as hell.

Shoko’s message popped up again.

You opened the message and typed back

Somewhere in the Universe

"HOLY SHIT!"

Gojo nearly choked on his drink as he scrolled through Twitter.

After six years of silence six years of you being a ghost in his life you were suddenly everywhere again.

And goddammit.

"She dyed her hair blonde," he muttered, running a hand through his own white locks. "Fucking paparazzi can’t even take a front shot properly."

Without thinking, he quickly typed out a tweet.

Then he grabbed his phone and sent a message to his friends.

It was useless to talk to his friends he simply sent a fuck you then left

Gojo Satoru had been waiting for you to come back.

To be continued.

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