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[pixiesnooze]

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[auragasmics]

1:32 AM: A LOVE LETTER TO THE PRETTIEST GIRL!

spellbook intro! when Nanami takes a moment to study his wife after a date night, his heart pours out a soliloquy for the ages!

potion ingredients! 4.4k+, pwp(?), wife!reader x husband!nanami kento, fluff+ smut, fingering, clitslapping(1), cunnilingus, explict talk, mating press, grinding, allusions to sex (penetration), self-indulgent to the max ♥︎

note to casters! yeah, this is so indulgent. and i'm sorry i have to say this...p**** is pink :). grab a mirror and check for yourself.

Champagne. 

A drink known to be indulged during the most influential times of human history. It’s a famed tag that runs through nations upon nations, beloved by the heaven blend of Pinot, Meunier, and Chardonnay. It pulls the tongue into an envious ménage-à-trois between the rich taste and the cheeky spry bubbles seething one’s cheeks into a world of heat —all doomed to end once a swallow washes away all the bliss. 

From its days of ruling beside monarchy to its dwindled expression in the modern world, it has yet to lose its class. It still rules amongst those with exquisite, those who can handle the feverish rush of having rapture ruin all composure.  

It’s suitable for a man like Nanami to indulge in such refinement too, just a single sip from the tall slender glass seated beside his plate transports his mind into a place where the weight of a jewel-encrusted crown sits upon his head. And in this universe, he rules over a 64 square meter condo, a beloved lord sleeping in his king-sized bed, and a lawful husband to his queen. 

Another sip reminds him of the gracious air surrounding the night—a date night catered by a meal of shared efforts and a bottle of Nanami’s favorite champagne. It’s sweet like forbidden fruit, the heavenly delight soothing his woes. 

His gentle stare falls onto you, the infamous cinnamon fawning over how red complements your skin in that dress, over your delicate pout—no, obsessing over how your lips nurse the rim of the glass as if it were a kiss. As to how the heavens gifted a man such as he with one of their own angels, it’s a blessing he’s taken without a second thought. 

However, it’s a feeling that even after three years of marriage has yet to subdue. The riveting swell that throws his heart into turmoil whenever you giggle. The wash of goosebumps set to claim his skin when your hand simply grazes against his own. The trance your gentle coos lure him into, just like now.

“Kennnn, Baby? Are you okay?”

Flurries of mindless blinks brings Nanami back into the present, where he’s met with your own stare. Where silence settles comes the bustle of apologies and giggles, Nanami “Hm?—Oh! I’m fine, Honey. I’m so sorry—missed what you said there, can you repeat it?”

“Oh, it’s fine! I was asking what should we do about the dishes? All that cooking and I always seem to forget about cleaning.”

Nanami merely shrugs his shoulder, “I’ll wash them.”

“But aren’t you tired? We could just leave them to soak—”

The rambles of solutions come to a slamming shut as Nanami reaches over to your side of the square dining table, his fingers seamlessly knitting within your own.

“That was a really good steak. The garlic butter we made last weekend was a perfect touch. Oh, and the mashed potatoes, you always outdo yourself, Honey. All I did was peel the potatoes and help sear the steak, the least I can do is clean…right?”

A helpless sigh passes through your glossed lips, “You’re not getting me to agree, y’know. I still say we just go get ready for bed.”

Nanami calls his hand, his energy, even his presence over the table back to his side in trade for the back of his chair for asylum. He gives you a steady stare that pairs all too well with a grin and a pat on his lap. “Come here.”

There’s safety in being wrapped up in Nanami’s arms as you settle in his care, his muscle-ribbed arms thick arms lacing around your waist, his large hands draping off your hip, all while he keeps one leg bouncing to a steady rhythm. 

“Why do you worry your pretty little head off about the fine details, huh? That’s my job.” 

“I know, but…”

Weakness grows in your heart as you look down into his eyes—those tired eyes casted by an ardent glow. Exhaustion still can’t taint his heart, it can’t begin to ruin the tender nature he abides to you. You can’t help but soothe him, your hand racing to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb skating along the curves of his bottom lip. 

“But you work so hard, Kento. You should come to bed with me, just leave all this for tomorrow.”

But you know him—he can’t leave any job with loose ends. Whether it’s at the office, small repairs around the house, or simply washing dishes, Nanami finds a sense of ease in the natural order of tasks from start to finish. And when some principle challenged his own, he had every reason set and ready to roll for an explanation.

Except for tonight.

Tonight, silence serves as Nanami’s winded explanation—and the kind pecks he pushes back against your touch. 

“Ken?”

“Mhm?”

“Aren’t you going to…say something…or anything?”

Patience gets the better of you as Nanami simply keeps himself entertained with your thumb. His kisses melt into you skin, his soft hums strike every fiber, and each pinch of his lips leaves you dangling at the end of your rope. Nanami stands from the chair, cradling you in his arms. His steps are guided by routine, up the stairs and through the first door to the right, straight into the bedroom.

Nanami drops you on the bed.

You can’t really pinpoint when the plush warmth of your bed welcomed you home, but with Nanami’s thick chest pinning you to the sheets, it’s a quick conclusion you push off rather quickly.

How could you focus on such fine details when he’s lathering the junctures of your collarbone in kisses, trailing back up to your awaiting lips. 

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes, Baby?” 

Nanami gives in to you with a kiss, his lips just barely sinking into yours before he’s hulling himself back onto his feet.

“Go get ready for bed and when you wake up, I’ll be right there next to you.”

Sleep is all Namai intended for you to have, he'd be damned if something so trivial as chores would prevent you from rest. And when Nanami did finish up with the last bowl, sleep fell heavy on his mind all the same.

It weighed heavy on his mind through a hot shower, through his nightly routine, even as he mindlessly slipped into a pair of briefs and beneath the bed sheets.

But…his tired eyes had to land on you—his precious angel.

Oh, his pretty wife who glows underneath the moon’s rays, laid on your side with the blanket tucked up to your chin. He’s eager to join you, sliding himself right beside your body—where nothing but a pair of panties hugs you. 

It certainly doesn’t help how you gravitate to Nanami, even while underneath sleep’s spell. Grinding the thick globes of your ass into his lap—and right where the head of his cock sits snug against the waistband of his briefs.

In a desperate search for a distraction, Nanami cranes his neck to greet the neon red digits bleeding through the face of his bedside clock—where the best joke known to man awaits him.

1:32 AM. 

Just an hour into the new day Nanami is met by pure mockery. Of course, his sweet wife all swept up in sleep makes for an even better punch line—-the growing bulge sinking between your ass. A quiet mind is all he wants, why he’s drowning his mind in those meditative mantras you’ve taught him when work becomes too much all at once.

But it’s a fleeting dream the moment those throbs ripple through the thick veins stretching over his cock. 

“Sweetheart, c’mon…give me a chance at least,” he’s muttering for his ears alone. 

Yet the only chance Nanami knows he has is to follow in your steed and sleep away his impending thoughts. He gently lifts the blanklet up to his shoulder, only for the chilling gush to fan across your body.

“Mmm, ‘m cold, Ken.”

“I know, I know, I’m gonna fix that right away, Sweetheart.”

Sunken beneath the heavy blanket, Nanami carves out every inch of your spine with his chest, slotting himself flush against you. His arms surge to envelop you, giving way for his hand to greedily cup the silky fat of your breast.

For a moment he’s sworn he’s beaten lust curse because well, cradling his sleeping beauty like this, allowing for his body, his warmth to sew his body to your own. 

“How’s that? Feels warmer now, Sweetheart?” His voice gently coos in your ear. 

He doesn’t expect much, a sheepish nod and a mumble thrillingly satisfies Nanami. He can’t explain it, but as he steals a glance over you, he finds his wretched mind delighted by mundane beauty.

A painting is known to capture a moment in time through the perspective of the artist—but what Nanami’s eye beholds before him is too good for any picture, any painting, for every medium of art would fail to capture the radiant glow the moon kisses upon your skin. It would fail to mimic the soft curl of your lips, free from control and lifted behind the pure rapture of your mind. It certainly couldn’t transcribe the very details consumed by Nanami. 

Maybe it’s due to the curse of the night overwhelming Nanami, but he simply can’t be alone right now, not while love has him spiraling down a self-induced hole. He can’t stop himself from taking to your shoulder, granting his lips the tactful satisfaction of littering kisses upon your skin.  

“Honey…are you really asleep?” He pouts, yet he immediately reflects on himself as he swipes yet another look at the clock. “

It’s what…1:40 now, I should be asleep too, however…” 

Breaking his trail of kisses, Nanami softly sighs as he gathers all his wayward thoughts, all for this moment only he’ll hold a record of.

“I can only say this while you sleep. It’s pathetic of me, but I haven’t gotten the confidence to face you as I should. I’m not one for many words, nor do I show all the emotion I hold inside of me. But, I hope that my love for you bleeds through every touch, every stare, every kiss, and every breath. I breathe for you. I live for you. And should it come to pass, I’d kill for you. I’ve never felt more endeared to anyone before but you…You give me all the strength I need to be a better man. I just hope to-"

“...Ken, Honey? Are you on a phone call?”

“Oh um…” His blood’s running cold through every vein in his body. Suddenly, he’s stricken dumb and frozen underneath the weight of speculation. But he is who he is—a calm man with logic on his sleeve. Pushing out a huff through his nose, Nanami finds himself at ease as he peers down at your hazy eyes.

“N-No, no…just…thinking aloud. Go back to sleep, okay?”

You muse him with a passing look over your shoulder. “Thinking aloud, hm? Tell me.”

Before Nanami can conjure up some excuse as his alibi, you’ve already to bury yourself within his chest. Your soft hands buff his nerves down to naught through lazy swipes across his taut pecs. In your care, his heart’s raging scream dwindles down to a tepid thump, his lungs spoiled with fulfilling breaths, and his mind’s calmer than the vast Pacific Ocean—all thanks to you. 

“You…really want to know?” 

“Yup,” your eyes flutter open to hang upon Nanami’s heavy lids. “Tell me anything and everything.”

Giving in, Nanami’s head falls into a gentle tilt, “Do you know how beautiful are you?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“You say it like that, but I don’t know if you really do…”

“You think so highly of me.”

“I have to, you’re the woman I’ve devoted my life to.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Regret?” Nanami has to echo. It’s just one of the words that have escaped his vocabulary in recent years. And a regret in your presence is something he knows he’ll never, ever know again. “Never. And even if I did, I’d do it all again just to be with you.”

Gently you bite into your bottom lip “Do you remember our wedding night?”

“Of course I do. I mean it was such a—-”

“I think tonight’s going to be a repeat of that. Or better.”

As your words break through the air, you’re given the honor of watching Nanami crumble underneath the heat of your advances. Blush breaks across his cheeks, his pupils blown wide by lust’s bite, and right beneath your hand his heart’s back to roaring its spirted song.

“Real—ahem—Really? And why’s that?”

“Welllll…” The soft drag of your coo lures Nanami into hypnosis. “I just think it is, Baby. How’s that sound to you?”

“Go—Good. I can’t ever say—” 

Nanami lets your lips swallow down the last of his words in your kiss. He lets you take his last breath, his last thoughts, and all the sanity he thought he relied upon. In trade of that, he’s given the chance to relinquish all control just to drink in your soft whimpers, to sate his whims with your kiss, to scour your soft skin with his rough hands. 

Reality sets in hard and heavy for Nanami. To think, just moments ago he was too absorbed in admiring you—his wife, his lady, his precious angel tucked beside him like any other night.

His precious angel who wears sleep with a plump pout and soft snores.

His precious angel clutching at the thick pillow beneath your head.

His precious angel who has sin creeping along your curves and slipping beneath a pair of lacy red panties.

“Mmm…Ken…” your voice quietly breaks against his puffy lips. Your hips flirt with Nanami’s feathering touch, winding along to his shy caress. “Hmph…right…right there…”

“Yeah?” He allows for a lone digit to greet your dormant clit, the warmth of his touch gently thumbing circles into your bundle of nerves. “It’s riiiight here, isn’t it pretty girl?”

He plays coy, letting honey drip from his lips and into your ear. “Tell me so I can make everything better, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Ken please—Harder, baby, Harder!”

Dumbfounded. A dumbfounded gawk is all Nanami can muster towards you—until the ends of his mouth curl up into a grin he buries along the pulse of your throat.

“Harder?” He mocks with a hiked brow. “I don’t think you can take that, Honey. No…but…since you asked so nicely…”

SLAP!

The loud clash of Nanami's palm against your splayed cunt rings in silence over the room, serving as the perfect beat for your body to comprehend the brash course your husband's veered the night into.

“Oh–Fuck!” Tossing your head back between your shoulders, you mewl as the heavy chimes around the room. “T-that’s too much, Ken!”

Nanami hides his chuckle behind a kiss he presses to your temple. “I Promise that’s the last time tonight.” His sights slip down between your legs, watching as his fingers work to soothe your poor clit from his torture. 

He feathers down to your slit, the tight pink ring suckling to Nanami’s familiar touch. His intentions you know are pure, even amidst such lust staining the air. He’s so gentle with you, having his digits complement the perky bud of your clit with sluggish strokes, teasing your hole with the sticky circles he draws. 

All for his digits to fall victim to your pussy.

“Oh, such a greedy baby,” Nanami gasps. He’s forced to ignore the heavy stains of precum ruining his briefs, but he simply can’t let you have your way. It’s enough that he’s curling those slender fingers within your heat, strumming along the gummy walls he’s planning on staining white.  “You can’t take me just playing with you, you need so much more.”

A slight curl to your lips spites him. “I guess you know me well, Honey. Your fault for spoiling me.”

“And? You know I don’t regret a moment of it.”

He’s so sweet with you, peppering kisses along your cheeks, filling your mind with saccharine hymns. Yet he’s incessant with his reach, sending his digits to know every inch of your pussy with each strike he drills into your sweet spot.

It's just like Nanami, once he’s found a goal, he’ll work and work until the logic runs dry in his mind. He’ll work a hellish job for the trade of money, he’ll risk his life for the trade of saving others, and he’ll work his hand to the raw nerve to turn your pussy into a sputtering mess. 

“Good girl, you’re making me so proud, Baby,” Nanami coos, his eyes glued between your twitching legs. “Oh, I wish you could see what I do.”

“A-and w..wha-at’s that?” 

Your stumbling words earn an esteemed chuckle from Nanami. “Well…I could always just describe it to you…But there’s something I need to do first...”

It isn’t like him to keep you puzzled, especially with words nonetheless. But Nanami’s a man of action, letting his body move to support his cause. His cause for tonight, however, called for his body to slip away from your warmth all for him to be planked between your thighs and his hands kneading at your plushy skin. 

“That’s even better. Now, where do I even begin…”

His thumb comes to peck at your bud, lazily scrolling at the perky pearl in swipes. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, counting the minutes until I’m back at your side…back between your legs…back to having this pussy drip bliss back into my poor soul.”

It isn’t enough to have you laid out on a silver platter where his tongue can lather at your honey for hours—Nanami needs you to know just how deep his depravity lies. He slowly drags his tongue to wet his plump lips, soothing the ravenous urge that boils to the forefront of his mind with dumb babbles. 

“Just so…pretty…and pink. So sweet, so soft. Honey, I can’t go a day without you, you’re my lifeline, every beat of my heart. I just…”

His touch gets the better of his coherency. He knows better than to find focus elsewhere when speaking, but in truth, Nanami did not—he should not have caught your slicked hole fluttering at the sound of his soliloquy. 

“Oh…Fuck me…”

He wants to be kind, he wants to be sweet, and Nanami wants to embody the very traits he’s fallen in love with.

But he can’t.

Nanami can’t play the nice guy when he greedily welcomes your pussy back into his salacious mouth with a gracious sigh, his jaw hungrily working to force that poor button into a pudgy bloat.

Cunnilingus. It’s an art he’s swiftly mastered after three years of marriage, learning every inch of your body like your own. He knows where exactly his tongue should flit, where his finger curls the best, and even how long it should take for your body to shatter at his hands.

But it’s an effortless art when mastered behind love, and it steals Nanami’s breath away every time he catches his breath. 

“Fuck,” his curse breaks through the air. His hands knead at the silky plush hidden underneath your thigh, leaving every curve of his fingerprint to sear into you—-to mark you as his own. He’s eager to catch your eyes, those adorable eyes that well up with the fattest tears whenever he pedals his tongue right against your clit.   

As the age-old game of cat and mouse welcomes itself onto the stage known as the bed, you unassumingly take up your role the second you jerk away from Nanami’s silent plea.

What he wants from you—time, affection, or maybe even an orgasm, every idea falls to the back burner the moment your hips mindlessly buck into his mouth. You could have sold him the story of it being an accident, but why ruin his fun where he’s so hellbent on this one night that your body’s finally taking offense?

Though, when the rare glow dots the eyes he shoots up at you, you swear you can see hearts in the distance of his blown pupils. 

“Oh, look at that,” Nanami almost humors himself as he takes another glance at your cunt.

A precarious man such as he can’t afford to miss any details. His eyes cling to the unfolding sight, how his thick digits bathe in your essence, carefully sketching his own path about your folds so rich with nerves. He’s shamelessly gawking at how the succulent hues of rose bodes well with his fair skin, each pass he bestows upon your cunt pulls him into a self-induced trance.

“Making such a mess just from me talking. What a dirty mind you’ve got, isn’t that right, Honey?” 

Right on the tip of your tongue, the words baste behind the sweetest rapport. You could let him have him, fill his ears with talk of how lechery paints his face like a mask. He is your husband, yet the side he’s letting out to roam tonight leaves your fuzzy mind combing with an answer—and fast. 

“W-Where is this co-comming f-from, Baby?” 

That’s what you say, but the moans slipping from your traitorous mouth when Nanami plants one last kiss to your folds tells him all that needs to be known.  

“What?” He chuckles to himself. The pads of his digits wade through the glassy web sewn between your delicate folds, “Can’t handle me talking about your pussy, Sweetheart? I’m sorry but you'll have to take it. And, speaking of taking it…you know what else I love about you?”

“What’s that?” Your voice trails out behind a whimper.

Just to catch your eye, Nanami allows for the single tug of his briefs to free him from hell reincarnated. With the gray waistband sitting underneath the heavy bloat of his balls, his hand hungrily grips the base of his cock. A hellish squeeze around his rippling veins has your eyes nearly crossing at the pearly tears spilling from his tip. 

With the thread of sanity left in your mind, your hands race to ball the blanket within your fists, for some kind of grounding. “Fuck! Please! Please, tell me, I can’t wait anymore, Baby!”

“Let me show you then,” Nanami hums as he cup at the back of your knees. “I love when I fold you in half…juuuust like this…”

His words speak for him, Nanami’s sheer strength working pin your poor, tired body into one of his favorite positions—a mating press.

“I can see just how hard you try to take every inch of me. Making your poor pussy stretch around my cock, you must really love me, don’t you Honey?”

It’s sinfully natural the way the fat blushing crown of Nanami’s cock sits upon your clit, a detail he’s made himself keen to. His thick bulb sobbing those white tears all because of badly he needed to have you. To have his fingers work at your gushing cunny is one thing, his cock on the other hand?

He’s on course to face ruin tonight.

He’s already planning the next position, the hour, the next day, all dedicated to keeping his fat length choked within your walls for as long as he could.

Why with such knowledge, it’s no wonder his hips fall into a languid toll, leaving the thick head to trace every curve of your cunt. He’s driving up against every nerve just to watch your face quiver, to see those tears he loves so much all from a little teasing. 

His head dips along the marked tract of your neck, a cowardly move to hide his own flush face. His hands clip to your waist, baring your body between the smothering warmth of his thick chest and bed��without an inch to spare. 

His muffled voice hums against your neck, “T-That feels good right?” 

“Fuh–it’s s’ good Ken. ‘m so close, Baby please!” 

“It’s too soon to cum, Sweetheart—you know that.” Nanami faces betrayal from his warning, his hips snapping against your own. “Just take it nice ‘nd eas–shit! Oh Honey, you feel so…so…fuck, that’s so good!”

“Kennnn! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You hysterically sob in his ear. It’s all for good reason as those ominous white stars begin to freckle your vision. The knot hasn’t even pulled taut shattered and yet you’re already a victim to its claim. The mind-altering high that rips you out of your body for nothing short of a few seconds.

“Hold it, you can’t yet, Sweetheart, not—”

Sending your grip to sink into the twitching muscle of his biceps, you whimpered out against Nanami’s wishes. “I can’t, Kento! It’s too much!” You knew all too well what was coming and as much as Nanami claims to know as well, he simply couldn’t have you reeling off something so mundane as humping. 

“Please Honey, hold it. Just a little—”

“Fuck! ‘m cumming!” 

The perilous yelp echoes around the room as the pure state of bliss paints itself white in your mind. All that pressure, the tensions, it all slips away from you through the harsh arch your spine fights beneath Nanami.

It’s futile to try and stop the inevitable, and the bliss that comes with surrender is all the more peaceful. When your body tingles with the aftershocks, your mind hazy from the stress and woes of the day, all of the negative can’t survive when a high like that comes crashing hard and heavy. 

Exhaustion houses itself in your body, accompanying weakness and the giddy smiles that you can’t hold back–until your body feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

“That…whew, that was so—Kento?”

Your spotty sights focus upon falling onto Nanami’s silhouette, his towering form resting back on his haunches. His hand’s fallen between your bodies, a loose fist drumming against your skin. He’s pummeling his cock beneath harsh strokes, forcing abstract thick ropes of white to dance along your puffy lips. 

“Ken, Baby?” You call out cautiously as his body collapses over yours. “It’s okay,”  we can call it an early night–”

“I can’t leave you unsatisfied, it was pathetic of me to let go right now,” He huffs,  We’ve got our routine—gonna fill this pretty pussy so fucking full just so I can clean you up. And I have to tell you something.”

Your eyes soften over Nanami, desperately watching as the man seeks redemption. He isn’t one to be a sore loser, but when it comes to you—he’ll work until he breaks just to know that he was behind your euphoria. 

All resolutions point to you supplying his motive with undying support, especially when your digits reach to strum at the sparse blond hairs along the nape of his neck. “Go ahead, tell me Ken.”

A wicked grin stretches onto Nanami’s features, only to hide behind a kiss within the valley of your breasts.

“Oh, I love you so much, Baby. Can’t wait to give all my love to the prettiest girl!”

[gingerteawrites]

Autumn in love - Nanami Kento

A/N: Another comforting and self-indulgent fic but what is new? I wish it could be cold already. Can't believe that its still 80 degrees F in November😭.

Content: tooth-rotting fluff, husband! Nanami, female reader, barely proofread.

Fall was Kento's favorite season. Call it basic or boring, but to him, there was nothing better than the crunch of the reddened leaves when stepped on. The crisp aroma of fragrant air. The beauty of the world as it burst into shades of deep auburns and ambers. The mellowness of it all felt so enticing, much akin your husband's nature.

Taking the time to breath in the world on his way to and from work and sketching delicate figures during the evenings were among his favorite ways of enjoying this wonderful season. However, he was also much receptive to the ways you preferred to experience the autumnal weather. Your world was by extension, his own.

And with time, a beautiful fresco of collected memories painted your shared home. Trinkets that bore testament to your little adventures.

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The beautiful branch mounted on your wall

"Oooooo, look at this one!" You crouched to pick up yet another branch from the orchard's soft soil. Nanami turns away from the apple tree, a pristine pink lady in hand.

He chuckles when you run to him with a small branch whose tendrils curled in the shape of outstretched fingers.

"That sure is something, love." a smile pulled at his soft lips. "Though I am not sure if branches are included in the apple-picking fee."

You clung to his arm, nuzzling close with a simper that matched his own. "Well, good thing I'm not asking them."

Ever your accomplice, Kento helps you 'sneak' the branch out of the farm and insists on coating it to preserve it for you.

"You don't have to indulge my stupid fixations, Kento. Really." You watch him carefully handle the piece of wood in your garage, feeling bad about how much effort he's putting into this.

"Stupid?" He asks, deep voice tinged with a hint of surprise. The thought had never even occurred to him. He walks to you, and rests a tender hand against your cheek. Eyes holding your entire world as they looked at you with so much tenderness. "There is absolutely nothing that you, my dear wife, could enjoy that I would think is stupid."

You melt against his touch, and even more at his words. "Plus, that is an outstanding stick. Think we can record a video and send it to that one stick nation page?" He asks, pulling a honest laughter out of you.

"Great minds think alike, I see."

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The hand-made mug sat atop your night stand.

While on the way back from a quiet afternoon walk, you and Kento had stumbled upon a yard sale. The owner of the house, a little old lady beckoned you over the second she noticed how you had not so discreetly eyed her book collection.

Having spent what felt like a wonderful eternity browsing through the collection you believed to be way too big for one person to own in a lifetime, you realized you had lost sight of your husband. You hoisted your picks close to your chest and turned in search for Kento.

But as if sensing your quest for him, he practically materialized beside you.

"Let me help with that, darling." He coaxed most of the books from you before you could even think to refuse, holding them gently under one arm.

"Thank you, Ken" You smile, linking fingers with his other outstretched hand. "Did you find anything you liked?" You were hoping he was not bored.

"Uh-huh." He nods. "The owner's husband had an interesting tie collection. I left everything I liked at the entrance with her. Just wanted to come see how you were doing." His thumb rubbed gentle circles against your skin.

You reach the lady, with multiple items laid out on the big table that served as check-out station on top of which sat an old-fashioned cash register. She helps pack your purchases in a paper bag, while you absently look around the yard and admire the beautiful house behind you.

Unloading the purchases from the brown bag in your home, your eyes go round with curiosity when your fingers touch a delicate porcelain frame. You pull out a mug from the bag, its wide cream base decorated with small mushrooms and flowers. The handle curled like a vine, and you spent more than a few minutes admiring the glaze.

That means you did not notice Kento, who came leaning against the door frame, looking at you with a fond smile.

"Do you like it, love?" He asked, pulling your attention towards him.

"Do I like it??" You took a deep breath. "God, it's gorgeous. How did I not notice it?" You ask to yourself.

He pushes himself off the wall and walks to you, wrapping strong arms around your waist, your back pressed to his chest.

"It was in a pile of miscellaneous items. I knew you would enjoy it the second I saw it." He explained, his warmth seeping into you.

"You know me too well." You set the mug down and spin around in his arms so you're facing him. Eyes meet and before you know it, your lips follow in a tender embrace. "I need to get you something too." You whisper against his cheek.

"Having you here is more than enough." Kento replied earnestly.

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Just the sight of these small things warmed you through and through, reminders of Kento's love. Of his tender care, that made you want to open your heart even more than you already did. Hold him close for the colder months, and never let go even when the heat comes.

Hope you enjoyed it! Comments and reblogs are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

[rishiimaa]

what kind of dad/mom would jjk men/women be (boy or girl)

Disclaimer! ALL BOYS ARE AGED 18 AND OLDER! NO MINORS SHOULD BE HAVING BABIES 😡 AND A LITTLE BIT OF CURSING!!

ALL FLUFF!! :3

Itadori

I feel like he’d be a boy dad, 100%, Itadori would be the kind of dad that’d that is like one of the cool ones, like when you go over for a friend’s sleepover and he’s like just such a good dad 😭 and if this was modern AU, he’d definitely put his son in football, just a thought, though!

Megumi

Megumi’s definitely a girl dad, I don’t know, I just see him being a girl dad, and I feel like he’d argue with her 24/7, but we both know that Megumi would kill for his daughter

Gojo

Once again, Gojo would be a girl dad, and he’d spoil the hell outta her, like his daughter would have the best of clothes, best of toys, best of everything, EVEN if she’s grown up, she will always be a daddies girl.

Geto

He’d be both, a girl and boy dad, because you’d have twins, and Geto would be the most patient dad of all nations, nothing could penetrate him, literally both children could be kicking and crying, IN A STORE, and literally all he’d do is just pick them both by the shirt and sit them on his shoulders, calming them down, giving you the ability to shop in PEACE

Sukuna

That’s right chat, I remembered to add Sakuna this time! Anyway, girl dad, similar to Megumi, he’s always arguing with her, but instead Sakuna’s calling her brat, and threatening to eat her tiny ears and toes, he doesn’t mean it, he just likes to fuel her fire, and he’s proud to see that she’s exactly like him with a violent side to her, Sakuna would let his daughter kick, bite, push, punch, and all he would do is sit there with a pround smug look on his face

Nobara

Boy mom, girl mom seems right, but boy mom feels right for Nobora. She’s always having her baby boy dressed up in the most fashionable outfits, from newborn to college, she will not raise her son around disgusting fashion taste!

Shoko

Same thing for Shoko, boy mom! Except she’s just totally laid back and really is just a chill mom, sorta like a traditional household with ya’ll but Shoko actually puts an effort and helps you with her son and the house, I also headcanon that she’s terrifying when she’s pissed, like if your son talks back to you, he better expect a scary ass mom glaring behind you.

Choso

Choso! My baby boy! He’s a girl dad, twins to be exact, and may I add another girl on the way? Choso has a ball handful full of girls. Anyway, he’s a total softie for his girls, he’s never once said no to them, he just can’t say no, he hates seeing their sad expressions, so instead, he’d just tell them to ask you, because he literally lacks the ability to say no.

Yuta

Yuta’s definitely a girl dad! But he’s not like the rest and he doesn’t spoil her…as much as the others, he still spoils her, but he’s a bit strict and doesn’t want her to grow up thinking she could get anything she wants, that’s why he’s a bit more mean to her if she gets disrespectful, his issue though is that he fails to put her on punishment for a long time, he just hates having to put her through that, so after an hour or two, when Yuta cools down, he’ll come in and say,

“Sorry for yelling at you, petal, just promise me you won’t do that again, okay?”

And he’ll give her a little kiss on the cheek and give her back her phone.

Maki

Maki’s a girl mom, she’s also strict like Yuta, but she’s not as easy to get though, she isn’t mean strict, she simply doesn’t want her daughter to grow up being a dumbass, so she simply asks her daughter just 30 minutes of studying everything, and then she can do whatever she wants, and if you forget? It’s fine, just remember to do it next time! And Maki is usually the one to give the punishments, simply because it just comes natural to her.

Nanami

Apologies for making pretty much all of Jjk men all girl dads, it literally just makes sense for me, but of course, the whole fandom agrees that Nanami’s a girl dad, and I feel like he’d be a stoic softie. While he’s watching his daily show, he’d let his daughter put little pink hair clips in his hair and put little pigtails, if he’s in a really good mood, he’ll even let her put on makeup! (he’s always in a good mood when if comes to his daughter and you)

[mononijikayu]

“slipping through my fingers” — gojo satoru.

Your little Satoshi pouted for a moment, clearly missing their presence.You were sure he was going to bawl about it as well, swaying him and reassuring him that he’s going to see them later on. But his loving father Gojo Satoru, was always quick to adapt and took over playing with him after breakfast. Crisis was averted in the department of tears as Gojo Satoshi giggled, his chubby hands clumsily trying to catch the ball Satoru rolled towards him.

GENRE: post hidden - inventory arc (2010s)

WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, family, comfort, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, mention of pregnancy, mention of breastfeeding, mention of postpartum effects, depiction of the aftermath of birth, depiction of parenthood, depiction of blood, depiction of killing, depiction of suffering, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;

LISTEN: slipping through my fingers by abba

NOTE: i had to skip nanami and toji because today is a very important day. today according to the united nations, is global day of parents. today we should honor parents, biological or not, or those we chose - they are people we should embrace. from gaza, to here in asia, to anywhere, all parents, all those who stand as our parents - they deserve all our love. happy global day of parents from me to you!!! i love you!!!

masterlist

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kayu's playlist — side 700;

TIME PASSED BY SO FAST. The morning sun filtered through the light gray curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the living room. It was rare for the Gojo household to be this serene. But you were happy that it was the case. It was as if a gentle rain of gentle peace had showered over your home the moment your son was born. It was as if he had completed this family. You knew you weren’t the only one that thought that way. 

You hummed softly, feeling the warmth on your skin as you prepared breakfast. It was a good morning.It was one of those rare days when your husband Gojo Satoru was at home. And that puts you in a good mood. Your husband doesn’t sleep much and more so. That has always worried you, even when he was your kouhai. Nothing had changed with the fact that he’s always out and about working and doing missions. 

But you worry still, that you aren’t there to soothe him and tell him it was alright to rest. When he’s home, you could do that. You didn’t have to worry as much as you usually do. Having him home means he could be here with the family. That also means he could stay in bed longer, savoring the simple pleasure of waking up next to you. These moments were precious, and you clung to them more than you could explain.

The start of the morning was happily slow, the house enveloped in a serene calm. You cherished the tranquility, knowing how fleeting it often was. As you moved about the kitchen, you could feel the warm sun against your silk robe. There it was again, the familiar sounds of the coffee maker and the sizzling of bacon omelets created a comforting symphony. The sound of the oven racks filled with fresh buttered bread. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of breakfast.

You smiled as you thought about Satoru still in bed, his tousled white hair spread across the pillow, a rare sight of peacefulness. You poured a cup of coffee for yourself, adding two spoonfuls of honey. You knew Satoru would probably not be drinking coffee. 

But just in case, you made hot choco he could heat up in the microwave later, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar to him. You take out the eggs from the fry pan and humming as you take out the buttered bread from the oven. Balancing the breakfast plate, you made your way to the living room, placing the plates on the coffee table.

As you expected, the morning birds were already there waiting for you to wake. Megumi and Tsumiki were already awake when you got out of the kitchen. They sat on the couch, engrossed in a morning cartoon, Tsumiki’s laughter and chatter filling the room with warmth and Megumi’s quiet hums as he listened to his sister’s commentary while drinking his carton of choco milk. 

Tsumiki glanced up and greeted you with a bright smile. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, sweetie!" you replied, returning to the kitchen for your coffee mug on the table. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” Tsumiki grinned, hugging you by your sides.“Thank you for helping me put my new butterfly comforters last night, Gen-san!”

You smiled at her, urging her to breakfast. “Then go eat, hm?”

You then moved towards the sleepy porcupine haired boy, ruffling his hair with a small grin. He looked away from the television, offering a small, sleepy smile. “You must have been up reading those novels again, hm?”

Megumi's eyes widened slightly before he looked away. “...no, I didn’t.”

“Hmm… so if I check your room, I wouldn’t see a pile of books—”

“No!” He got defensive, standing up from his chair, now almost fully awake.

You blinked and looked at Tsumiki, and the two of you giggled together.

Megumi blushed as he sighed. You patted his head softly, causing him to blush even more. “You know, you’re lucky that it’s a Sunday, kid,” you smiled at him. “You would have been sleepy all day.”

“.....It was good.”

You kissed the top of his head. “I know it was.”

"Where's Satoru-san?" Tsumiki asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"He's still resting," you said, settling onto the couch beside them. "He had a long week, so we're letting him sleep in today."

Megumi nodded, his attention already drifting back to the show. You called Megumi down to sit by you and Tsumiki as you both ate your meals. Megumi was not the type to indulge in breakfast, he liked just drinking his choco milk and going on with the morning. But some days, he liked to indulge himself. He sat beside you, and put his choco milk on the side. Tsumiki and you started to chatter about the cartoon while Megumi ate in silence, nodding along with what you both were saying. 

Tsumiki was happy to help you carry the dishes back into the kitchen while Megumi took a cleaning rag and started to clean the coffee table spotless. Tsumiki started talking about what she was planning to do today, all the while you listened and handed the plates for her to dry with the kitchen towel. Megumi came by soon after, asking for help to wash the cleaning rag.

 When that was done, Megumi took out the lint roller and started to check for any speck of dirt like crumbs. When he was done, you three went back to the living room and started watching a movie together. Tsumiki snuggled closer on your right while Megumi slept soundly on your left. You smiled and hugged her back, and massaged Megumi’s hair tenderly.

The baby monitor on the table crackled to life, and you heard soft cooing sounds coming from the nursery. "Looks like our little one is awake for the day." you said, standing up. "I'll go get him."

Tsumiki’s eyes brightened as she nodded. You stood there carefully, trying to be careful not to wake Megumi. You walked down the hallway, the morning light from the wide windows guiding your way. Entering the nursery, you found your six-month-old son awake in his crib, his bright eyes lighting up as he saw you like an ocean in the dawn. You grinned at him.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you cooed, lifting him into your arms. He babbled happily, his tiny hands reaching for your face. “You had a good sleep, didn’t you?”

As you returned to the living room, you saw your husband Satoru emerging from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from his cerulean eyes. He smiled when he saw you holding your son. "Morning, my treasures." he greeted, his voice warm and filled with love. “You both look so lively today, aren’t you?”

“You should say ‘good morning’ to papa, shouldn’t you, Satoshi?” You cooed as you handed your son gently giggled as Satoru took him in his arms. 

“You’re just so happy to see ‘e, hm?” Your husband grinned as he gently wrapped his arms around your baby boy. “You should still sleep with us. I miss having you on our bed, ‘toshi.”

“Our Satoshi needs to learn how to be an independent little boy.” You kissed your husband tenderly on his lips, pouting as you part from him. “He’s not gonna last in our bed with all the rolling he’s been doing.”

“But ‘toshi wants to be with his mama and papa, don’t you, little one?” He cooes against your husband, both big blue eyes looking at you. “See, he agrees!”

“Not enough to be an argument.”

“Soon enough, ‘toshi. We’ll get there, don’t worry!”

"We shall see, naughty boys." you replied, grinning at him. "So, did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby," he chuckled, kissing your son’s cheek.. "Well, almost as well as our baby here."

You both laughed, and Satoru leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and warm against yours. "I missed waking up with you, y’know?" he murmured. “Knowing you guys are here waiting for me to come home and I can’t be here. It sucks.”

"I’ve missed it too,’toru." you said, feeling a surge of affection for the man standing before you. "Let's enjoy this slow morning together, hm? Make it worthwhile until tomorrow, hm?”

Satoru nodded, taking your son's tiny hand in his. "I keep noticing it. But he's growing up so fast," he huffed at you, a hint of sadness in his voice. "He can sit up now, and he’s rolling. Soon enough he’s gonna start crawling.”

You sighed, kissing your son’s little head. “I still can’t believe he’s already six months old, my love. He’s already so big.”

“Sometimes I wish I could slow down time," Satoru said wistfully, staring at your little boy as he grabbed the sheets in his fingers. “He’s already so big, and I can’t always be home.”

"I know," you said softly, taking a moment to take his free hand in yours. “And don’t feel bad. You’re doing your best. You know that.”

“I do know that.” He sighed, squeezing your hand gently. “But I just… ever since he was born, I just wanted to be his dad. Just wanna stay here at home and raise him. Not out there, fighting curses and stuff. I wanna see him and ‘miki and ‘gumi growing up together, y’know? I don’t wanna do the job anymore.”

You looked into his bright cerulean eyes, seeing the conflict and the deep longing. You knew your Satoru hated being a sorcerer. Everything about it was painful for him. But he liked being a teacher, he liked that job. He wanted to do it for the longest time because he always thought it was the best way he could make change work. He saw that nurturing the youth was the best way to bring the Jujutsu world into the modern world. 

But with all that, he also felt that to do what he does, to make it work — he has to sacrifice all the time he could be with you and the kids. And that, he hated more than he hated the sorcerer’s life. He hated being apart from what matters most in his life. Gojo Satoru was just a man too. He’s a man that longs for home, for family. 

"You’re an amazing dad, Satoru," you reassured him. "And I know it’s hard, but you’re doing what you can to keep us safe and happy. The kids know that too. They love you for it.”

He nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips as he glanced back at your son. “It’s just… every moment I’m away, I feel like I’m missing out. I want to be there for every milestone, every laugh, every tear. I don’t want to miss anything anymore.”

"I understand," you whispered, your heart aching for him. "And we’ll make the most of the time we have together. Maybe one day, things will change, and you’ll be able to be home more. But for now, let’s cherish every moment.”

Satoru leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Thank you," he murmured. "For understanding. For always being here. For making this place a home."

"We’re a team, my love." you said, squeezing his hand. "And no matter what, we’ll face everything together, hm? We’ll always be together.”

Your little boy cooed and giggled, making you both look at him. You laugh as you both kiss his cheeks. Looks like he agrees with the two of you. The two of you sat there, soaking in the precious morning. Despite the challenges and the fleeting nature of time, you found solace in each other and the beautiful family you were building. It makes you look forward to more days like these ones. You wanted nothing more than to be embraced by this peace.

The two of you stepped out of your bedroom a little while later, with Satoshi safely nestled in Satoru’s capable hands. Megumi’s porcupine hair sprang up as he sat up from his sleeping position, Tsumiki greeting him awake with a small smile. The soft sounds of your son gurgling and babbling filled the air, drawing Megumi and Tsumiki's attention toward the three of you.

Tsumiki squealed in delight and walked toward you, saying good morning to Satoshi. The baby seemed just as delighted with her, his tiny hand reaching out to Tsumiki. Megumi approached as well, and when Satoshi noticed him, his other hand reached out toward Megumi.

“Good morning, little guy!” Tsumiki cooed, gently taking Satoshi’s hand. "Did you sleep well?”

Satoshi responded with a happy babble, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and joy. Megumi, trying to hide his own excitement, gently took Satoshi’s other hand, earning a giggle from the baby.

“Looks like someone’s happy to see his big brother and sister,” Satoru said with a smile, his eyes soft as he watched the three of them interact. “He’s definitely wanting to have some play time with you both.”

“Then we will, Satoru-san!” Tsumiki grinned as her eyes filled with the stars. “I’m excited to see him play with the blocks again.”

“Hm, ‘toshi managed to lift them up well last night, didn’t he?” Satoru grinned back at her, his cerulean eyes darting at his baby boy. “What do you think, ‘toshi? Can you top yourself today, little dawn?”

Megumi, still holding Satoshi’s hand, looked up at Satoru. “He’s growing up so fast. It feels like just yesterday he was born.”

“I know,” Satoru replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and wistfulness. “But we’re lucky to see him grow and to be a part of his little dawnings, hm?”

You watched the scene unfold, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “Every moment is precious, everyone.” you said softly, leaning against Satoru. “And we’re making the most of them.”

As the morning sun continued to filter through the windows, casting a warm glow over your family, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. In the gentle embrace of dawn's light, amidst the everyday hustle and bustle, there existed a profound beauty. It was in these simple, yet profound moments that the true essence of life revealed itself. Despite the challenges and the rapid passage of time, these moments of connection and love were what made everything worthwhile.

The morning rays illuminated the room, dancing playfully across the walls, and you couldn't help but marvel at the way they seemed to highlight the love that filled the space. Each tender glance, every shared smile, spoke volumes of the bonds that held your family together.

In these fleeting moments, as the world outside rushed by, time seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor the sweetness of the present. It was as if the universe had pressed pause, granting you a brief respite from the chaos of everyday life.

As you looked around at the faces of your loved ones, bathed in the golden light of morning, you realized that this, right here, was what it was all about. It was about cherishing the small moments, the quiet conversations, and the shared laughter. It was about finding beauty in the ordinary and love in the everyday.

And so, as the sun continued its journey across the sky, you held onto this feeling of gratitude, letting it wash over you like a gentle wave. For in these moments, surrounded by the warmth of your family, you knew that life was truly a gift worth treasuring.

Life could not get any better than this.

You couldn’t wait to see how it unfolds.

This morning will be a happy one again.

That you were never going to doubt.

YOU FEARED THAT BOTH OF YOU WEREN’T READY FOR THIS. A package arrived that morning from aunt Arisu and your mother. Satoru was confused, looking at his phone. He never ordered anything and even when he did, he would get a notification. He learned the hard way of not having a notification when he bought something and you were the one who saw it. He looked at you, shaking his head. You didn’t order either. You were a bit more suspicious with ordering online. Ever since your Mewtwo figurine arrived with discoloration, you were trying to be more careful. You shook your head at him just as much.

When you saw the letter from your mother, you instantly thought you knew what it was. She had been talking about how near Satoshi was with being able to eat solids. Last time you visited Mikoto manor in Kyoto, Satoshi was stealing her natto bowl. She had laughed it off, but now you realized that her laugh was pride for her grandson growing up. And now, both you and Satoru were sitting on the floor, surrounded by an array of baby food jars, each promising a different culinary adventure for your little one.

Sweet potatoes, peas, applesauce, and bananas were neatly lined up, each jar meticulously packaged one after another. You checked the bottom for the expiration dates. You don’t think Satoshi will be able to finish all of it. You don’t even think that Satoshi would like every flavor. He’s still drinking from your breast milk too. It was exciting, that’s for sure. But you were concerned about the fact that these will go to waste.

You held your son with one hand, his weight comfortably nestled against your hip, while the other hand deftly navigated through the array of baby food jars. It was a delicate balancing act, one that you had perfected through countless days of caring for Satoshi. As you carefully sifted through the jars, your fingers grazed over the smooth glass surfaces, each one holding the promise of a new taste sensation for your little one. 

Despite the occasional wobble as Satoshi squirmed in your arms, you remained focused, determined to find the perfect combination of flavors to tantalize his taste buds. With each jar you picked up, you couldn't help but marvel at the thoughtfulness that went into creating these tiny culinary delights, each one meticulously crafted to nourish and delight your growing son.

As you finally settled on a few jars to try, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you. It wasn't just about feeding your son; it was about nourishing his curiosity, his sense of adventure, and his growing appetite for life. And as you looked down at Satoshi's eager face, you knew that this simple act of selecting baby food was just the beginning of a lifetime of shared experiences and cherished memories.

Satoru let out a small sigh, running a hand through his white hair as he looked at the jars.”I don’t even know where Arisu got all this.”

“Apparently, my mom and her managed to find all this from one of the windows we hired at the temple.” You say, sighing as you arrange the jars in a safe distance from your son. “And it worked well for her daughter’s baby. So mom and aunt Arisu thought this was going to be good for Satoshi too.”

"I can't believe he's already six months old." he said, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and melancholy. "It feels like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital. And now, look at this. He’ll be eating this soon enough!”

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on his knee. "I know, Satoru. It feels like time is slipping through our fingers."

He gave you a small, wistful smile, his bright eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Remember when we finished the fifth-month photo album? I thought I'd be fine, but seeing how much he's grown...I couldn't help but cry."

You chuckled softly, squeezing his knee gently. "And now we're here, trying to figure out what our little boy's first solid food will be. It's a big milestone."

Satoru looked down at your son, who was busy gnawing on a soft toy, oblivious to the significance of the moment. "What do you think he'll like?" he asked, his voice soft and tender.

You glanced at the array of jars, considering each one. "Well, he seems to like sweet things. Maybe we should start with the applesauce?"

Satoru nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. Applesauce it is." He reached for the jar, his fingers trembling slightly. "Do you want to do the honors, or should I?"

You smiled, seeing the emotion in his eyes. "Let's do it together."

Gently, you both lifted your son into his high chair, his curious eyes darting between the two of you and the jar of applesauce. You opened the jar, the sweet aroma filling the air, and dipped a tiny spoon into the puree.

Satoru held your son's hands, steadying him as you brought the spoon to his lips. Tentatively, your son opened his mouth, tasting the applesauce for the first time. His eyes widened in surprise, then crinkled in delight as he smacked his lips.

Both you and Satoru laughed, tears of joy streaming down your faces. "He likes it!" Satoru exclaimed, his voice breaking with emotion. "He really likes it!"

You nodded, feeling a swell of happiness in your chest. "He does. Our little boy is growing up so fast."

Satoru wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as you both watched your son eagerly reach for the spoon, ready for another taste of his new favorite food. "I love you," Satoru whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I love you too," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder. "And I love our little family."

As the three of you sat there, basking in the glow of this precious moment, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude wash over you. The soft light filtering through the windows cast a warm embrace over your little family, illuminating the joy and contentment that filled the room.

In that fleeting moment, surrounded by jars of baby food and the sound of Satoshi's delighted babbling, time seemed to stand still. It was as if the universe had conspired to create a perfect tableau, a snapshot of love and togetherness frozen in time.

As you looked at Satoru and then down at Satoshi, a wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm you. Here, in this simple moment, you found everything you had ever wanted—a loving partner, a beautiful child, and a sense of belonging that filled your heart to the brim.

You could have not seen this years ago.

But you were glad you didn’t then.

Because now, you were truly happy.

Beyond all words can truly be express.

ALL THAT PLAYING MADE SATOSHI TIRED. Megumi and Tsumiki excused themselves back to their rooms after spending some time in the living room. They said they had other things they needed to do. You didn’t question it that much, they always took time to play with Satoshi before they did their own things — so you let them go. 

Your little Satoshi pouted for a moment, clearly missing their presence.You were sure he was going to bawl about it as well, swaying him and reassuring him that he’s going to see them later on. But his loving father Gojo Satoru, was always quick to adapt and took over playing with him after breakfast. Crisis was averted in the department of tears as Gojo Satoshi giggled, his chubby hands clumsily trying to catch the ball Satoru rolled towards him. 

He was energetic for hours on end, very much on par with his father’s own energy. But after using all that energy playing with his father, your son started to get groggy. He started crying, getting hungry for milk. His contorted face looks exactly like your husband’s own face when he starts to get mopey when he wants his sweet snacks. 

Your husband rolled his eyes playfully, when you pointed it out while breastfeeding him. Satoru then took him from you, to burp him and put him to bed. Your breasts were still full after that, so you had to pump all the rest into a bottle to be frozen later on. By that time, you were too drained of energy. You put the bottles away and your husband Satoru kissed you and thanked you, telling you to go get some rest. He was the one who was going to deal with lunch. He wants to take care of you, he said. And he meant it. With those words, you fell in love with him again. And so you laid down on the couch, trying to take some rest.

Once Satoshi was down for his nap, he put him in his crib. He kisses his cheek, telling him to have good dreams. When Satoru saw you next, you were asleep in the living room couch. He couldn’t help but want to place a kiss on your cheeks. His bright blue eyes were full of awe as you rested on the couch. His precious wife. You made everything in life easier, that was sure. You worked hard taking care of the kids, of your baby, of him. You deserved to rest, he loves to think. And now, he wants to take care of you.

Satoru checked the fridge, humming as he took a look at the food inside. He wanted to prepare something nutritious for everyone but especially something good for you. You were still breastfeeding Satoshi, so your health was paramount in his mind. When he saw the salmon, he knew he was going to make some delicious grilled salmon. He'd read that it helps with the pain in your breasts. He saw the miso, and he thought it would be perfect for marinating the salmon. You’d like it a lot. There was some seaweed in the fridge too, and he thought it would be great in a soup. With some tofu, shiitake mushrooms, and a bit of meat, it would be both hearty and enjoyable.

He moved efficiently around the kitchen, his movements practiced and precise. He marinated the salmon in miso, set it aside to soak in the flavors, and started on the soup. The kitchen filled with the rich aroma of shiitake mushrooms simmering, mingling with the subtle scent of seaweed. As he carefully grilled the salmon, he could hear you stirring awake in the bedroom.

You always had a keen sense of smell, and the scent of the grilled miso salmon must have reached you. He grinned as he heard you padding down the hallway, still a little groggy from sleep. You walked up to the kitchen, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "It smells so good, 'toru," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

He turned his head slightly to kiss your forehead, his heart swelling with affection. “I made something special for you. Thought it might help with the breastfeeding pain.”

You smiled against his back, pressing a light kiss there. “You’re too good to me.”

Satoru chuckled, a warm, deep sound that resonated through his chest. “Only the best for my favorite person in the world.” he teased gently, turning back to the stove to check on the soup. “The salmon’s almost done. Just a few more minutes.”

You stayed there for a moment, savoring the comfort of being close to him, before reluctantly pulling away to set the table. You were carefully putting each bowl and each utensil, the glasses. You could still feel the grogginess in your limbs, but the delicious smells and the thoughtfulness behind Satoru’s cooking filled you with a warm, contented feeling. Your husband was the best person you could ever ask for, you think. And now, you could only love him even more.

As you finished setting the table, Satoru plated the food, arranging the grilled salmon and bowls of steaming soup with care. “Lunch is served, my darling.” he announced with a flourish, making you laugh. “Come on, you awake now?”

You both sat down, and he watched with satisfaction as you took your first bite of the salmon. “It’s amazing,” you said, your eyes lighting up. “You outdid yourself, Satoru.”

He smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “I’m glad you like it.”

“We should call the kids so they can eat with us.” He stands up.

“I’ll come with you, so that we can eat together.” You follow him.

He hands you his own hand. “Well, take my hands.”

You look at him, blinking. “Why?”

“Because holding hands makes everything good.” He grins at you.

You giggled, intertwining his hand with your own. “Yeah, yeah, you’re so corny.”

“Hey! I’m just a man in love!”

The house was relatively a normal house, but it was quite spacious. It was obvious that Satoru spent some money finding a house which would fit all of your comforts. Megumi and Tsumiki’s room was on the other side of the second floor, just a few doors away from your own bedroom and just a little bit further from the nursery. You and Satoru quietly made your way through the house, you both humming a song stuck in his head. And now that he had hummed it long enough, you learned it and hummed with you too. 

The house was interestingly silent, but it wasn’t unusual. At times, Megumi was just reading a book he had taken home from the library. And Tsumiki would be too busy finishing her drawings with her windowpane. The silence was always comforting in the Gojo household. It was like being wrapped around you like a warm blanket. However,  as you got nearer the kids’ rooms, the tranquility was soon interrupted by faint, muffled voices. You were pretty sure that it came from Megumi’s room.

You exchanged a curious glance with Satoru before heading toward the source of the commotion. Your face furrows. Megumi and Tsumiki rarely fight. If they were fighting, it must be serious. You pulled Satoru towards Megumi’s door. Standing outside Megumi's door, you could hear the sounds of a hushed argument even more clearer now.

"Shhh, Megumi, calm down! you’ll wake Satoshi!” Tsumiki whispered urgently.

“We have to do it right!” Megumi retorted in a low voice, clearly frustrated. “No, no, don’t add that!”

“But it makes it even more lively–”

“It makes it messy!”

Satoru looked at you and you nodded at your husband. You and Satoru knocked gently on the door. But there was no response. Almost instantly, the room fell silent. You looked at your husband again, now confused. After a moment,  Fushiguro Tsumiki opened the door ever so slightly, a nervous smile on her face.

“What’s going on here?” Satoru’s eyes trying to check inside the room. You were pretty sure that he was trying to check with his six-eyes, if there was something wrong.. “You kids are getting lively, huh?”

Tsumiki opened the door even more and Megumi and herexchanged quick glances. You and Satoru entered a bit by the doorway before Tsumiki spoke up. “We… um, we were working on something.” She stepped aside, moving to the side as though she was hiding something. “Just for school, you know… like usual.”

Satoru raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by their attempt at secrecy. "School projects on a Sunday? Sounds serious."

“If you had projects, you could have told us, ‘miki.” You told her, patting her head. “You don’t have to do them alone.”

“N-no, it's fine. It’s nothing really.”

“Hm, you sure, ‘miki?” Your husband reinforced, then looked at Megumi. “‘bout you, ‘gumi? You okay there?”

Tsumiki's nervous smile widened as she tried to maintain her composure. “Yeah, it’s just a little project. Nothing big.”

But your curiosity was piqued. “Can we see what you’re working on?” you asked gently, trying not to pressure them too much. “If that’s okay with you.”

Megumi and Tsumiki looked at each other.

Tsumiki’s fingers were entangled like spider webs.

Megumi looked down at the edge of his cold feet.

You and Satoru knew those little tells very well.

But you wanted them to tell you about it honestly.

Megumi purses his lips before he lets out a sigh. realizing they couldn’t keep the secret any longer. He stepped forward, his own hands now fidgeting slightly. “Okay, but… it’s not just for school,” he admitted. “It’s….something else.”

Your husband’s dark glasses lowered, lips smiling. “Oh? And what is it, hm? Don’t worry, we won’t judge. If it’s fixable, it's nothing. If it isn’t, it's okay too. As long as you both are alright, okay? Besides, you guys must be hungry. We’ll eat after, okay?”

Megumi and Tsumiki looked at both of you.

They both slowly nodded at your husband.

He smiles at them, patting their heads.

“Okay so, what is it all about, kiddos?”

Tsumiki took a deep breath, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nerves. Her hands are still fidgeting together. “We were making something special. It’s nothing much….but….my friend at school, she’s Korean, and she told me about this holiday they have called Parents’ Day. It’s a day to appreciate your parents, and I thought it was really nice. To…..So…..I convinced Megumi to help me make something for you guys.”

Megumi nodded, still looking a bit uncomfortable. He rubs the back of his neck, feeling his face slightly turning red. “We never really knew our parents long enough to call them that, parents.” he said quietly. “But you and Gojo–san… you’re all we have. The closest thing to parents we’ve got.”

Tsumiki picked up a small, handmade scrapbook from Megumi’s desk and handed it to you. “We wanted to do something special for you both. To show you how much you mean to us.”

Your heart swelled with emotion as you took a look at the scrapbook in Tsumiki’s hands. Satoru, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, put a hand on Megumi’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. As you accepted the scrapbook from Tsumiki's outstretched hands, you felt a rush of nostalgia wash over you. 

Opening the scrapbook, the weight of the memories contained within the pages was palpable, each photo and memento a testament to the bonds of friendship and the shared experiences they had all treasured. Satoru's silent gesture spoke volumes, his cerulean eyes shimmering with unshed tears that mirrored the emotions swirling within Hiromi's own heart. The gentle pressure of his hand on Megumi's shoulder, squeezing it as though to thank him for this little gift. 

In that fleeting moment, as you held the scrapbook in your hands, you felt a profound sense of gratitude.. Their unwavering support and understanding had been a source of strength during the darkest moments of your journey, and now, as you reminisced about the past, it served as a beacon of hope for the future. Nothing else mattered, but the wonder of the future. Because they were here with you. Megumi and Tsumiki, and now Satoshi — all three were truly yours and Satoru’s world.

With tears glistening in your eyes, you turned to Tsumiki, your voice choked with emotion. "Thank you," you whispered,  "For this, and for everything. ‘miki, you and Megumi are our world, hm? Never forget that.”

Tsumiki's smile was gentle and reassuring, her eyes reflecting the same depth of emotion that permeated the room. "Thank you for loving us, me and Megumi." she replied softly, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness. 

“Oh ‘miki, you don’t have to thank us for that.” Satoru whispered, pulling Megumi closer to him. Megumi looked like he was going to lose it. But he didn’t push Satoru away. He just let him pull him closer. “This is…this is just….”

Opening the first page, you saw Megumi and Tsumiki's handwriting: “Happy Parents' Day. Thank you for choosing us. We may not be your kids by blood, but we’re happy that you still chose to love us. We love you. Tsumiki and Megumi.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you read the heartfelt message. You looked at Satoru, who was equally moved, then back at Megumi and Tsumiki. “This is… this is the most beautiful gift we’ve ever received, you both.” you said, your voice choked with emotion. “Thank you so much.”

Satoru knelt down, pulling both kids into a tight hug. “You two are our family,” he said, his voice thick with tears. “We love you more than anything.”

You joined the embrace, wrapping your arms around all two of them. “Thank you,” you whispered. “For being the best children we could ever ask for. You both and Satoshi, you’re our world okay?”

Megumi and Tsumiki nodded, their eyes shining with tears of their own. "We love you too," Megumi murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tsumiki nodded in agreement, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. "You're the best parents we could ever have."

You cried for a while, just embracing each other. The lunch got cold, that was certain. But you could always heat it up again. This moment, this is what mattered. Time may be slipping from your fingers all the time, but you could live in these moments forever, you know that.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you felt the weight of the world lift, replaced by the comfort of love and understanding. It didn't matter that the food grew cold or that the outside world continued to spin on its axis. In this moment, with Satoru's arms around you, with Megumi and Tsumiki’s warmth on you, Satoshi’s warm small hands on your own —  you knew that you will live on happily. You could survive anything, if you have them. You could live in their solace.

As tears slowly dried on your cheeks, you knew that life was a series of fleeting moments, but it was these moments of connection and intimacy that made it all worthwhile. You held onto Satoru and the kids a little tighter, grateful for the love that anchored you in a world that often felt uncertain. You will be alright, that was for sure. 

Everything will be alright, you knew that well enough.

You couldn’t wait to see what could be in the future.

You couldn’t wait to grow old with the love of your life.

You couldn’t wait to see your kids grow up happily.

epilogue

november, 2018;

Fushiguro Megumi stood at the gates of Jujutsu High, his heart heavy with the weight of recent events. Shibuya had left its mark on him, both physically and emotionally, and now he found himself back at the place where it all began. But now there are other worries, other concerns that need him. He didn’t come and see you, because he knew you would forbid him from being in danger. And he can’t stop himself. He had to do what he could. Now, more than ever.

His purpose for coming back here, even though it was dangerous, was clear—to retrieve some of his belongings before disappearing into hiding. Before he finds Itadori, he had to get some things here, ones that were needed for survival. 

With determined steps, he made his way to Gojo–sensei’s office, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The door creaked open, revealing a room frozen in time—a testament to the chaos that had engulfed their world.

His blue-green eyes fell upon the photo album, sitting on Gojo–sensei’s desk, untouched since that day, since October 31st. He purses his lips as he thinks about it. Should he go? He tried to stop himself, but he knew he couldn’t. He missed him. Megumi knew he did. But he didn’t want to say it out loud.

Because it wouldn’t be easy. He wouldn’t be able to move forward with what had to be done. Still, he needed some comfort. He needed some relief. To know what it was like to have known that man, that man who had raised him.

Megumi approached the room slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. He gulped, his throat tight with emotion, before twisting the door open. Gojo-sensei's room stood before him, a sanctuary untouched by the chaos that had engulfed the rest of the world.

The air was heavy with the scent of incense, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee—a comforting presence that wrapped around Megumi like a warm embrace. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail—the neatly arranged shelves, the piles of books stacked haphazardly on the desk, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

Gojo-sensei never really locked his room. Because people knew not to go in. It was only for him, this sanctuary. Not even the higher-ups had the courage to intrude upon his private space. Not even when they had attacked Jujutsu High awhile ago. And so since then, since he had been taken by others from Megumi, from the world that adored him —Gojo Satoru’s office had no occupants. 

Megum took small careful strides as hei moved forward, careful not to alert anyone of his presence in the premises. He pauses for a moment. He sighed as he let his hand reach out to touch the smooth surface of the desk. And there, nestled among a stack of papers, paperwork that man refused to ever do without you, Megumi found it—the scrapbook he and Tsumiki had given you and Gojo–sensei all those years ago.

As he gingerly lifted the scrapbook from its place, a rush of memories flooded his mind. He remembered the countless hours spent carefully selecting photos, writing heartfelt messages, and crafting each page with love and care. It had been a labor of love from him and Tsumiki, to you and Gojo–sensei. 

As he flipped through the pages, the images leaped out at him like ghosts from another worldly plane—smiling faces frozen in time, laughter echoing through the halls of  that house, moments of triumph and joy captured forever in glossy photographs. Each page told a story, a snapshot of their journey together, and as Fushiguro Megumi traced his fingers over the familiar images, he couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion in his chest.

It was a reminder of the family they had built years ago, in a home that was filled with tenderness—a bond forged not by blood, but by shared experiences, shared hardships, and shared dreams. And as Megumi held the scrapbook in his hands, he knew that no matter where life took him, these memories would always be his anchor, grounding him.

With a sense of reverence, he tucked the scrapbook under his arm, knowing that it was all he could have of his family right now. And as he left Gojo-sensei's room behind him, he knew whatever was going to come was not going to be easy. But he had this. Until you all met again, this would be enough. Until he had his family again, he wouldn't stop at nothing. He won’t let those people, those evil people, rob him of his family ever again.

[queen-quintonz]

NANAMI NATION WAKE UP WE GOT BABY NANAMI

HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE AND BETTER THAN THE MANGA BLESSS

He looks so adorable i’m actually going to cry, he looks so done with everything *cough* Gojou.

Ijichi probably looks even more tired 😂

[yuwuta]

PETITION!!!!!! FOR THE ATLA X JJK STUFF!!!! OMG NOW I HAVE A BRAINROT love this idea sm.....

i have SOOOO many ideas you have no idea how near and dead atla is to me… i could rant about this day and night…. reader’s bending or non-bending abilities always change in the au for me, but i feel very strongly about everyone’s bending abilities teehee…. except satoru… i can pickle many aus for satoru bc that’s pookie <3

firebender reader that captures airbender yuuta to take him back to the fire nation as a reward and honestly he should fight back, he could fight back, and he probably shouldn’t blush when you’re rough with him, but you’re really pretty and stubborn and sure the ropes you put around his hands and ankles are really tight but it could have been worse. and you haven’t burned or scarred him, and you even give him some of fish you capture and cook along the way, so maybe you don’t really hate him that much. it’s so much of yuuta nervously rambling as you two travel and you not responding, but that doesn’t stop yuuta, nor does it deter him from thinking that you’re not all bad. clearly you’re strong and determined and you believe capturing him with worth something so he kinda…. let’s it be (also he thinks he’d lose a fight to you) and somewhere along the way he gets the courage to point blank as you why you’re taking him and i’d love to say he talk no jutsus you into not turning him in but also love the idea of someone else attacking you and yuuta turning on the airbending to choke them out which is insane bc you’ve done nothing but capture him but who’s to say that’s not a form of love too xoxo

or we can consider you and megumi growing up in the south pole together, it’s a small town so it’s not a coincidence that you two become friends, even if megumi is a little gruff at first. you two do everything together, even though your water bending abilities start to differ as you get older—you become much more mischievous, while megumi becomes focused on precision and healing. it’s why, despite the tradition being father and son to go out hunting, toji takes you out to sea to go ice fishing and you always run back home to megumi with your capture in hand, damn near tackling him every time and happily proclaiming you caught his favorite; and every time he tells you to calm down and not cause a scene, but you don’t, and toji and his mom chuckle as you tackle him and megumi tries to blush and wrangles you into a seat inside while he helps his mom with dinner. and really, all is well until some snobby prince from another town claims that your family is indebted to his and that you’re betrothed as collateral and everyone finds out very quickly that even though megumi spent all his time focusing on healing, that he’s still toji’s son and can make one hell of a tsunami if it calls for it. (and when the storm, literally, passes, megumi huffs as he digs through his belonging and stuffs a necklace in your hand and all you can do is blink and wonder what’s going on while his mom snickers in the background and winks at you “i think that’s a proposal, dear.”)

orrrrrr even though i firmly believe in airbender satoru superiority, i do make an exception for stealing yue’s plot line and making satoru a waterbender and prince who’s hair is only white because he blessed and saved by the moon spirit when he was very young. ofc, that’s not enough to make him nearly as humble as he should be, and satoru spends all his days ignoring his princely duties and bothering you and a nanami instead, ditching his masters and servants in favor of pouting at you to teach him your skills instead because satoru wholly believes his duty is not to serve as the bridge between his people and the moon, but instead to annoy you and hopefully make you mrs half-moon someday

[whatsurnameblog]

We Have an Update on Nanami.

After days of no contact, someone finally texts you with an update on Nanami’s whereabouts.

"We have an update on Nanami."

As soon as the message popped up on your phone, you were out of the door.

You thanked the heavens for the fact that your home was in such an isolated part of Kyoto but you undoubtedly missed the sounds of the city that accompanied much of your childhood. Kento was always on the fence about that topic, though he preferred a bit of quiet. The man was almost more fond of silence than jujutsu, that’s where you two were similar.

Your inattentive and hurried steps slipped your keys out of your hand and onto the ground by the car door allowing you a glimpse of your frantic state in the side-view mirror. With your right hand, you combed through some of the flyaways and knots in your hair that you neglected to notice and gathered yourself together. The bags beneath your eyes taunted your youth and the lack of moisturizer on your face was shamefully obvious.

And you couldn’t afford to worry Kento. Only one of you could be worried and you certainly reserved the right.

While standing up straight, you opened the car door with a newfound facade of calm and slid into the driver’s side. Placing your bag in the passenger seat, you jumped as the door slammed shut without you having grabbed it yet. This car was one of the newer models Kento bought with money from some freelance job he did for the government, so without needing to insert an actual key, you took in a breath as you pressed the button to start the engine. As you gathered your seatbelt and clicked it in, you pulled off towards Jujutsu Tech.

You hummed a made-up song as you rolled the windows down a bit, November has never been this beautiful. The weather felt hopeful. A small smile graced your lips as you spotted little landmarks that told you, you were going the right way. You were a bit excited to see the school again and hoped to run into Shoko to slide her your late birthday gift.

But you also couldn’t help focusing on that little feeling bugging you.

The government has called for a national emergency after the city failed to bring back power and service to all the residents. People have evacuated their homes to avoid what the public deemed “mysterious deaths.” No one truly knows what killed all those people in Shibuya.

And Kento is missing. Was missing.

You had reached the final turn of your journey, Jujutsu Tech was just up ahead. The school didn’t really have parking due to an incident that happened decades ago, so you pulled up on the grass right in front of the first entrance.

With an impatient quickness, you made sure the car was turned off, you pressed some face moisturizer and chapstick to your face and lips, grabbed your bag and flung the door open. Your winter boots were fast on the pavement as you walked towards the main building of the school.

Today was a special day, one you waited days for.

That’s when you see it, the short head of hair with thick black glasses and a woman in a lab coat speaking passionately about things you could only theorize.

“Masamichi, Ieiri!” you shouted but when neither moved you began to pick up the pace in your walk.”HEY SHOKO, YAGA, I’m here!”

Both sets of eyes turned to you in shock, it was obvious neither expected your arrival, especially because it seemed that both were leaving.

You relaxed as you joined them, the sweat on your body drying up with the cold air and just like a little girl, your inner game of i-spy got the best of you.

“What’s with all the boxes?” you questioned with a quirk of your brow. “And the handwriting I’m guessing is Masamichi’s?”

He looked between you and Ieiri with a knowing look and sighed, “Yes, it’s mine, I’m just boxing some stuff up to put in storage before heading off to Tokyo for a while.”

“Ah ok,” you smiled. “It has been a hard few weeks– months even, hasn’t it?”

“It truly has,” he placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “Oh man, how about a hug before I’m off, huh?”

“It’s just Tokyo!” you comment.

“Oh just humor me, I’m getting old!” Yaga laughed and held his arms out expectantly.

“That you are.” Shoko sassed before dragging you into a brief group hug.

How unusual. You thought.

“Alright, you girls take care yeah? See you when I see you!” And with that, he and his boxes were off with a whistle.

The air was gentle in its movement and the silence the two of you stood in was antagonizing. Your fist was sweaty as you clenched it and your lips dried quickly in the late Autumn air. Your gaze wandered to Shoko as she looked out at Jujutsu Tech. So many memories and so few people to share them with.

“Let’s go inside, we can order something for everyone, what do you think?”

“Why are you here?” Shoko questioned you flatly.

“W-what?” You turned to her, confusion on your face. “You texted, said you had an update on Nanami so…”

“So I was going to come to the house.” She explained. Her face held some of its usual calmness but her eyes turned up with distress.

“Your attitude is unnerving at the moment, Ieiri.”

“Mine?” Her eyes widened. “Did you think logically at all while coming here?”

Her face was balled up in disbelief. She stepped back to take a look at you before composing herself. You on the other hand could not be more offended and frustrated.

“Think logically?! Shoko, what's your problem? I just came to see Kento.”

This is the first time you’ve seen the woman so distraught. Her eyes were teary and her hair stuck to her face as she clenched the strap of her bag, “I know you’re not dumb per se, you knew that when you walked up to me I wasn’t expecting you to come and even in the time we’ve stood here, I have not taken you to Nanami,” she took in a breath as she says your name. “I was on my way to yours.”

Her annoyance with you wasn’t pure, that much you could tell but you found yourself clueless as to why she was taking this tone with you. Instead of jumping on your friend and possibly having a huge argument when it’s evident that you both have been going through such a tough time, you opt for silence as you think about the past couple of days up to now.

“Did you even look at the rest of your texts?” she sighed. “Where’s your phone?”

Your hands were sloppy in going to grab it from your bag and five minutes into your search, you realized it wasn’t there. And while checking your pockets the image of you leaving it on your coffee table flashed strongly in your mind.

“I don’t… have it…”

“Figures…” Shoko tutted. “I texted that I’d meet you at your place because well… you know why.”

Her eyes were sharp and stern, like that of a mother reminding a child of the rules. And after wracking your brain for any possible answer, you concluded that you do. You know exactly why Shoko didn’t rush to take you to Kento. You know why he hasn’t at least texted or called, why he hasn’t tried to contact you at all. You know he went to Shibuya that night to watch out for Yuji, you know. You know why he isn’t in front of you right now. You just refused to admit it.

“Shoko…” you shook your head with wide eyes as your hand laid on the place between your chest and the base of your neck.

He couldn’t be. No not when you feel so much hope, it’s impossible. You and Kento are connected, your souls so intertwined you’d both joked about being lovers in past lives. You two are so close that you can decipher his emotions by reading the lines on his face, the slight movement of his lips, the change in his posture… you can even feel him when he’s not there. And you felt him, all these days you’ve felt him, at least you think you did.

“Everyone… they’re all… Satoru isn’t but he’s- I don’t,” she trails off as tears silently cascade down her face. “And they said Suguru was there but he- he wasn’t him.”

“Shoko, please tell the truth…”

There was a whiplash of emotion. You felt way too hot and way too cold. Everything around you moved all too fast and all too slow. A pint of nausea crept into your gut, the only reason it results in nothing is due to the lack of food and energy you failed to have while Kento was away. You were in agony, the feeling of horror and disbelief crawling into a hole so deep inside you it already began to rot.

“I’ve never even felt this way before, I usually feel so calm, not empty just a bit unbothered but this time, this time I feel so much, too much.”

“Oh, Shoko.” You joined her in her emotions, your knees weak, melting under distress, you fumbled to the stairs beside her. Your cough was girthy and your mouth furrowed with your eyebrows, you pleaded with her. “Oh, I- I… I’m sorry I just-, please say the truth.”

She slightly bends forward at your misstep to make sure that you’re okay and once she gets that overcompensating nod, she straightens up with despair almost permanently etched into her face. “He’s gone… Kento is gone, dead…and I’m so sorry,” she choked.

“Oh, w-what am I going to do? I can’t-… how am I supposed to live Shoko? Tell me, tell me Shoko how?!.” You retch, chest erratic as you struggle for air. You clutch your stomach as thick tears roll down your chin.”This hurts…so much.”

For the third time today, you were reminded of your childhood as you cried and hugged your legs on the steps of Jujutsu Tech. Shoko watched as you broke down and she couldn’t contain her composure as her bag fell from her arm and her hands searched to embrace you. Your sorrow was too great to suppress, so you gave up on fighting it.

Nanami, the man whom you named the love of all your lives, was gone, really gone in every sense of the word and there was nothing anyone could do to bring him back. You were sure you still felt him, and now you see that it was only your heart deceiving your mind.

Everything switched at the realization, causing pain and grief to strike your body in constant waves, and every sound, every figure, even the gushing of the wind, was blurred and muffled. You looked to Shoko, watching as her mouth trembled and stumbled on the words detailing all she tried to do to save him, but life was already too far gone. To try and save Kento Nanami would be like grabbing for air.

You were inconsolable, so much so that your emotions had spilled you from Shoko’s arms and placed you on the ground, bowing before your heartache at her feet.

Your home was no longer ours.

Your love was no longer shared.

You were empty, the only thing in you left was nothing at all. You might as well be dead too

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[indigosabyss]

Dr Stone Crossovers

I've been gathering up a lot of fic ideas over the years. Dr Stone especially so, with more than half a dozen of them being crossover plot bunnies, to fandoms going from JJK to ATLA. That I may not write, no matter how much I want to.

Something also happening recently is that I'm eleven followers away from qualifying to be a twitch affiliate, where I do fic writing streams.

So here's my offer: if I ever become an affiliate, I'll do a marathon of dcst crossover fics. Doing outlines, writing chapters for each idea, top-to-bottom full walkthrough of my thought process and world-building. Crossovers are my passion, and I've been perfecting the art online for half a decade now.

My twitch is IbisWritesWhatever. I hope we get there :)

Below the cut is a list of the eight dcst crossover fic ideas i have, if you want to see what I have in store. I've put excerpts of a lot of these on tumblr already, and talked about them in general, so you might recognize a bunch.

ATLA AU: Where Senku is the Avatar, the Medusa was a weapon used by the Fire Nation, and Ryuusui is the Fire Prince in charge of hunting him down.

Naruto Both-Canons-Coexist: Senku reborn in the Naruto-verse Canon Era, where the Naruto-verse is Earth centuries after the Initial Petrification Event.

AssClass Tie-in: Junior High!Senku gets sent in to Kunigigaoka Academy's 3-E, to attempt to kill Koro-sensei. Yuzuriha comes with him, lives to regret it.

JJK Both-Canons-Coexist AU: Nanami Ryuusui and Nanami Kento are cousins, Medusa is an SSS-level curse, and Kohaku has the Six Eyes 3700 years in the future.

FMA Roleswap: Sai and Ryuusui in place of Ed and Al. (Byakuya is Maes Hughes; Senku is older than Alicia, tho)

FMA Cross-Dimension: Senku and Edward Elric meet.

Bungou to Alchemist Tie-In: Byakuya incarnates in the Library as an Author

Saiki k Both-Canons-Coexist: Saiki escapes the stone before Senku and does nothing with that head start.

[divinityandfanfics]

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The Galaxies Above

PRODUCT INFO . when a wanted angel is oblivious to what is going on in the galaxies above, not even knowing that she is a goddess, kento nanami strikes. but, does he get distracted while doing the mission?

PRODUCT CONTENTS . different power system (kinda) , assassin nanami , space being nanami , christianity / belief in God involved , kinda dark story

As they stood in moonlight’s embrace, their baby daughter was born. “She’s beautiful, Satoru.” The God of Galaxies, Suguru, said softly. “Yes, she is.” Satoru, the God of Space, agreed without any hesitation.

Suguru chuckles, pressing his thumb on their baby daughter’s face. “My angel. She’s going to grow up and turn into a Goddess. Maybe even better than me.” Suguru said playfully, looking at Satoru.

“Mhm. She’s going to grow up and turn into someone like you and me, love.” Satoru said, squishing his daughter’s chubby cheeks. “I’ll name her (Y/N) Gojo.” Suguru said, cradling his daughter with a smile on his face, happy with his family.

As they were sleeping in the cold breeze of the night, Suguru and his baby daughter were sleeping soundly as Satoru sat in the corner of their palace, watching the moonlight. He slowly closed his eyes, praying for the health of their baby daughter to the Holy One, the only being above all else.

“Lord, protect my newborn. Give her the riches she should store in her heart.” Satoru prayed before going to sleep with his new family. “I love you, my dearest.” He said, kissing his baby’s forehead and his lover’s before drifting off to sleep.

HELLISH-FLAMES NATION

“We need to make a plan to ambush those goddamn monsters.” Toji said with hatred in his eyes. Stabbing the tree next to him. “We need to find a way to avenge our sacred land. Where only we will rule. Where nobody will interfere, like those angels!” Toji yelled, and the devils cheered for him as he grinned.

“Those weaklings have no right to invade our land. HELLISH-FLAMES belong to us, and only us devils!” Toji roared, the devils jumping and agreeing with him.

“Tonight, we will invade their land like how they invaded ours! Get ready for battle!” Toji said, grabbing a cursed tool. The devils roared in rage, they planned on invading GOLDENSKIES by midnight, getting their things ready.

GOLDENSKIES EMPIRE, 11:56 PM

The hand of the clock was so close to midnight, the devils waiting at Heaven’s gate. Once the clock hit midnight, the devils all attacked in unison, their voices spilled with anger.

The angels tried to fight back but they were outnumbered as multiple angels were still asleep. Suguru had heard this catastrophe happen and was awoken. He woke Satoru up as they both unleashed a roar that woke up every angel who was still asleep.

“You devils! We will destroy you, once and for all!” Suguru cursed, flying up in the sky to create a force field which will permanently make every devil banish. Yet, it almost took his life. Satoru looked at Suguru, before his gaze drifted to their baby daughter.

He then set her to Earp, the Planet of Humans. He put her on a random doorstep, leaving to go help Suguru up in the Galaxies.

Suguru groaned as he tried to hold them back, Satoru appearing to help him. With their magic together, the force field was created. The devils all got banished from the Heavens, going back to HELLISH-FLAMES.

Afterwards, the angels who survived all surrounded and formed a circle over Satoru with his unconscious lover, Suguru. Satoru nuzzled against his neck, before falling unconscious himself.

The angels brought them both to their temple, to talk with the Guardian of Life, and the Guardian of Death. To see if they’re still alive. They brought them both to Archangel Yuki, Guardian of Life, and Archangel Choso, Guardian of Death.

“Oh, Archangels! Show us if their hearts are still beating, if their lungs are still breathing, and if their brains are still thinking.” Angel Ino chanted.

Archangel Yuki and Choso appeared before them, walking forward, Archangel Yuki felt their hearts. “This.. I’ve never seen anything like it!” Archangel Yuki smiles.

“Even though they are not alive anymore, their hearts are still beating for each other in Choso’s realm. Let them be free in peace, they sacrificed themselves for the sake of everyangel. They are now in THETRUEREALM. Thank you for making me feel their love for each other.” Archangel Yuki smiled, before vanishing with Choso.

EARP, 4:23 PM

A baby started to weep, and the old lady heard it from inside. Said old lady opened the door, met with a crying baby girl covered in white cloth that shines throughout the afternoon breeze.

“Wow, what a beautiful baby!” The old lady was shocked, carrying the baby in her arms. “Oh, don’t cry pretty baby! You’ll probably have such a future as beautiful as you.��� She murmured.

“Maybe whoever left you here couldn't take care of you. Or, was in grave danger and just wanted to keep you safe.” She smiled down at the baby, then entered her apartment complex, setting the infant down the couch, giving her gentle belly rubs.

“Who would’ve left you here? You look like a daydream.” — “You know, I always wished for a child of my own. And my prayers have finally been answered. I’m Utahime Iori.” Utahime smiled, carrying the baby in her arms.

“What should I name you, little angel?” She asked, and the infant smiled up at the old lady, making Utahime melt. “So cute! I’ll name you Angel. Since you look like one.” Utahime muttered, holding the baby up in her arms as if inspecting her.

“Now, let’s go and get you all dressed up.” She said, before going to one of the rooms and giving Angel proper clothes.

HELLISH-FLAMES NATION, 3:48 AM

“Ugh, those stupid angels got to us again.” Toji’s assistant, Shiu, muttered, scoffing. “Don’t worry, Shiu. Devils always win in the end.” Toji reassured.

“We’ll use the power of space beings, one that will surely get us victory. We just need to get their daughter, then threaten to kill her when they don't undo the shield they have created.” Toji grinned, satisfied with his plan.

“So, out of all of our workers that are omnipotent beings in space, who do you choose?” Shiu asked.

“Pick the most dangerous. Convince it that angels have done us wrong. Then, tell it to get the daughter of Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. All of them know how to detect Angelic Aura, am I right?” Toji asked.

“Yes, Kento Nanami would be the perfect candidate for that job. He has death touch.” Shiu informed, fixing his tie. “Death touch?” Toji repeated, his eyes widening.

“That’s the deadliest ability ever.” Toji grinned, nodding at Shiu. “He’s perfect. Get him.”

“Right away.”

“He’s in the Space Chambers. Line 1620.” Shiu pointed towards the tall building floating in space. “He’s in the last line? That's how dangerous he is, huh.” Toji murmured, a hand rubbing his chin.

“Actually, he’s the last in that line.” Shiu smiled, “Meaning Kento Nanami is the most powerful we’ve ever captured.”

[breekento]

Have you ever gone into possible hobbies that Nanami has vs Higuruma? I'm disappointed we never got to see his likes and hobbies 😭😭😭

Welcome back to another HiguNana analysis by Bree!

Unfortunately we don’t ever get to know very much about the personal interests and hobbies of Higuruma and Nanami throughout the show. They already have very little screen time and what we do see is usually pertaining only to the world of sorcery. But something that Higuruma and Nanami nation have decided is that both of these hunky men are wealthy and wealthy men have hobbies.

Like usual, these are my personal head-cannons please don’t be mad at me.

Hobbies that HiguNana have in common:

They are men of style and class, both wearing luxury suits and splurging on nice cars and watches. They adore shopping with you. They’ve worked hard in their careers to be able to afford their lifestyle and they both have the love language of gift giving. Those two things combined equals shopping trips for the two of you. They love dressing you up, watching you spin around for them. They can put their money where their mouth is. When you can’t decide which dress to buy for their work party, they say, “Just get both, darling. You can use one for a date night and one for the party.”

In a similar vein, they love traveling. And they love bringing you along. Even if it’s just a weekend getaway somewhere you’ve never been, they will book a last-minute trip and pack your bags for you. They already know your essentials and favorite outfits so you can expect your bag to be packed as soon as you get home.

Nanami’s hobbies:

Starting off with the most obvious, something we do know about Nanami is his love for reading. Before his death, he mentioned all of the books he never got around to reading. I like to think he has a home library and a wide range of taste in books from historical non-fiction to fiction fantasy books. In the mornings, he brews a cup of black coffee and sits outside, reading whatever current novel he is on before getting dressed and ready for work.

Something that we don’t have any clues for but is something that I can see fitting his character very well is a love for baking and cooking. He seems like the type of man to insist on cooking for holidays like Valentine’s Day, Christmas, and Thanksgiving. His love for pastries only signifies that he at some point has dabble in baking. Plus, he would look just adorable in an apron.

Maybe this is just me self-inserting myself but as an avid plant mother Nanami has the type of personality to be a loving plant father. He’s patient and gentle and would take the utmost care of a garden or home jungle. He could use his own fresh vegetables in his cooking!

Now, this might tie in to the shopping hobby but we all know Nanami is a man of funky ties. I could see him collecting fun ties. Shopping for other items and coming across a new pattern he has never seen before, he can’t help himself. He has a drawer only for his ties and picks them out for every occasion.

Nanami is a white collar man and who do all white collar man love? Golf. Nanami is a man of golf. It only makes sense that he would have a section of his closet dedicated to his golf attire. Many times, business deals and business meetings are done over a game of golf.

Higuruma’s hobbies:

Higuruma was much more difficult to identify some hobbies but after some deliberation, I think I’ve found a handful that I would coin. Maybe I will even write them into future Higuruma fanfics.

The first one would be poker. You can’t tell me you can’t imagine Higuruma, cigarette in mouth and whiskey on the table playing poker with a group of other lawyers in his firm. After a long and stressful day of being professional, they undo their ties and relax over a game of poker. They have enough money to make the stakes higher by adding bets and money on the line.

To me, Higuruma strikes me as a music type of guy. More specifically, old music. He has a collection of vinyls that he will pull out and show guests and more importantly, you. Weekend mornings, he heads down to the local record store and thumbs through the new albums they have in stock. He has a well up-kept vintage record player, only the finest machine to play his collection.

I honestly can’t remember if it was ever made evident in the manga that Higuruma smoked or if we all just collectively gave him that head cannon but Higuruma is a smoker. Not only a smoker but he collects cigars. Rarely does he smoke his fine cigars, only pulling them out for special occasions such as weddings or other important events.

Similarly, Higuruma is a bar hopper. Not in the same sense as a twenty-something college kid but as an established lawyer with a wealth behind him. He finds new and fun bars with good live music to sit and have a few drinks at. His favorite thing is bringing you along. He gets to hear about your day, listen to the smooth local band behind you and have a nice drink. It’s an excuse to see you dressed up in your shopping spree outfit.

[gojo-enthusiast]

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Chapter One

“Mr. Zenin asked for us to escort the woman to the care unit, located on the east wing of his estate.” A man say into his phone. You had a blind fold, and cuffs on. You felt something stuffed in your mouth, some sort of cloth. You had just started waking up from the stuff they had put over your nose when they caught you at the refuge center.

“Mmgh-mmgh!” You’re groaning, trying to get the cloth out of your mouth. “Hey, calm down back there.” The man who you are guessing is driving, says to you. “Sir, what will they do with the woman?” You hear another unfamiliar voice ask. “Oh you’re a newbie. The leader we are taking her too has about 150 slaves, 50 of them are slave girls. Some are solely just for cooking, house keeping, maintaining the mansion. But some of the others are for his personal use. If you know what I mean.” The first man says with a chuckle.

“Everything changed when the Zenins and Gojo Clan took over and won the war. They own half of the states, enforcing this new way of life. Luckily guys like us didn’t get the short end of the stick.” He adds.

That’s what happened, after years of the Zenin Clan and Gojo Clan were at war, in the end they wanted the same thing, and that— was power. They put their heads together and came up with a life where there were -Masters or Leaders. A group of men who they came into the idea as well, investing time, money, and even their lives to make happy. A group of men who run as Presidents over half of the states now, the other half of the states being completely shut off, not fighting back. Because it’s safer to let them do as they please, than to have anymore blood shed.

Toji Zenin, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Kento Nanami, being the leaders over this new nation, enslaving all people who weren’t from their choosing. From the ages of 15-55, you were whatever they say you were. Delegating you to specific homes of the other masters that were below them, but keeping the ones they really wanted, for themselves. Then in turn the masters or leaders told you your role in their home, you were either one of the many staff, or their personal play thing, until ultimately they got bored.

Satoru Gojo— he had the most slaves out of all of the leaders. But not the biggest estate. That was Toji Zenin, his mansion and land was 300 acres in total, having his ginormous glamorous mansion, with a built in hospital wing. He was lavish, he screamed money, he screamed Master Zenin.

Suguru Geto was the most modest, he had a mansion himself, but it was very earthy, very cottage feel. He had about 75 slaves, he tends to stay to himself unless Satoru his best friend is over, or he’s over at his home. They spent a lot of times “sharing” slaves.

Kento Nanami was the pickiest, he had a private estate, not flashy but it was big, but you couldn’t see it until you drove for about a mile or 2. No one knew how many slaves he had, because he simply had no reason to leave his humble abode unless it was for their meetings.

But here you are, you had been on the run for years. You and your parents and sister spent the night talking about how this was going to play out. Your parents cried, saying that they were only able to secure 3 seats on a plane flying out of the country. Having to decide which child to bring, and which child to leave behind for suffering, your dad crying, saying he will stay. But you simply knew your dad was to sick, the cancer that he was dying from, he needed treatment, and your mother needed to be with her husband, and care for your little sister. So you made the decision to stay, and be on the run while your family is living a life of freedom. It had been 2 years, you had successfully stayed alive and not captured. Until one day, one of the refugee hideouts under ground was found and raided. Here you were, in the back of a car, or van, you didn’t know. Waiting to be put into someone home, the only question you now had, was…

Who’s?

[gingerteawrites]

BY THE HEARTH: SHATTER

A/N: For some reason this chapter felt SO DIFFICULT to write, whew. But here we finally are. Thank you all so much for your comments on the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one as well! Previous part here.

Content: Royalty!AU, Nanami x female reader, king Nanami, Princess Y/N, Widower Nanami, Toddler Yuuji, hurt, angst. Not beta read

Word count: ~5.3K words

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ACT X

The past couple of weeks since the king had returned had been… Well… interesting. The whole castle was on edge. The usual excited chatter between maids as they completed their duties had been reduced to rushed whispers. Guards on duty did not even dare to exchange pleasantries.

The king was mad.

No one had ever seen him in such a state of disarray. His hair was still pristinely styled and his steps measured to perfection. But the energy had noticeably shifted. He had no polite smile to spare to anyone, and even less pleasantries for the aristocrats he had the duty of meeting with. His mask of passivity was replaced by one of annoyance. An ever-present twitch in his brow.

While none of the servants had ever been subject to the king’s ire, they certainly did not want to test the waters. Every task was carried out neatly. Ever order was followed to perfection.

You were very much aware of this shift in mood, but carried on with a seemingly astounding lack of consideration. Thank heavens the prince had fully recovered, and your casual time together had thus resumed. Reading until sunset, archery classes that you had grown to excel at. A way to get rid of pent up emotions. And even gardening time in the warm summer days.

Except you no longer attended the regular dinners, sending the child away before privately dining in your personal quarters. You put on your own mask of indifference every time you caught a glimpse of the king, and it was quite literally eating him up from the inside.

Nanami’s thoughts were a spiraling, tumultuous mess. The monopoly you had taken over his thoughts. And your simple refusal to acknowledge him drove him to quiet insanity. No, that would not be entirely accurate. You still bowed to greet him every time you happened to be in a shared space. But the smile was gone from your face, tucked away from his sight. The gleeful tune of your laugh was no longer heard. You general candor now kept under wraps. And all of that was tantamount to not having you at all. And the king missed you. So very badly.

The king knew that what had transpired during your last conversation was the direct origin of his current predicament. But the stubborn part of his heart was unrelenting. I did not do anything wrong. I needed to establish that boundary. I’m doing it for Yuuji.

So he went on, trying to focus on the crisis his nation was faced with instead, fighting an upward battle to rid his thoughts of you. A battle he lost time and time again.

In the depths of the night, when he had no energy left to push away his longing, the king found himself wandering to the royal kitchens. Not at all hungry for bread, but hoping. Hoping he would find a certain someone in the cool of the room. Maybe sitting at the table, basking in the candle light. Night dress clinging onto your body delicately, eyes shining with questions and stories.

He rubbed a hand over his face. The room was empty, cold. Like every night since his return.

You did the right thing, Kento. You did it for Yuuji.

The mantra was starting to sound old, even to his own ears.

You were crouched by the flowers, watching Yuuji gently trace the petals of a blooming peony. The small garden that you considered yours had been in full bloom for the past couple of weeks. Having entirely missed the festivities of the flower festival because of his illness, Yuuji jumped excitedly when you suggested making him a flower crown. So you watched with an earnest smile as he walked around with a serious air, examining every blossom he wanted on his crown. So far, he had picked a sunflower, dahlias, marigolds. As well as bright orange lilies, germanium and roses.

This is certainly going to be quite the assortment. You chuckled to yourself, watching him head for yarrow bush. From the corner of your eye you noticed the king, walking through the nearby corridor. You felt the holes his eyes practically burned at the back of your neck, but did not turn around. Upon noticing his father’s fleeting presence, Yuuji waved excitedly. Nanami waved back and walked away without a word.

The boy then brought you the last of his picks, and you carried the rainbow of colors to the small tea table, keen on showing the young prince how to make his own crown. So he could make one for the whoever he deemed deserving of the gesture. Sometimes you wondered about who Yuuji kept as friends. He seldom had other children to play with, a staunch contrast to your upbringing in a big family. But you kept the thoughts to yourself, focusing on being there for him as much as you could.

“So, you turn the stem this way, so that it wraps around the other flow-” you were in the middle of demonstrating when you were interrupted by small hands covering yours.

“Mama,” he had taken to calling you that. And you simply did not have it in your heart to deny the child. In fact, the words delighted you. A testament to at least one secure attachment you had forged in this place.

“Yes, Yuuji? Is everything alright?” You looked at him curiously. Was he perhaps hungry? It was almost time for lunch.

“Are you and papa fighting?” Your brows furrowed. You had tried not to make it obvious to the child. He did not deserve to get caught up in between you two. But he was so smart, so perceptive. While not always keen on other cues, Yuuji was able to read people’s emotions with almost frightening accuracy.

You let go of the flower crown, watching it unravel slowly away from your guiding hands, and held the boy’s hand firmly. You leaned in, offering the most reassuring smile you could muster. “Don’t you worry about a thing, dear,” you shook his hand gently, earning you a light giggle from the boy. “Sometimes… grown ups need to have tough conversations. But that has nothing to do with you.”

“So you’ll still be my mama?” you felt your heart squeeze at the sentence, resting your hand on his cheek. “Of course, Yuuji. As long as I can!” he nuzzled into your touch.

“Awesome!” He beamed, attention returning to the flowers. “Because I love you and papa veeeeeeery much,” the smile was back on his lips but yours faltered a bit.

As long as you were allowed to be. You were the queen, but the title felt more and more like a farce. If the king did not acknowledge you as such, you did not know what you were allowed to keep. How much longer you could hold onto this connection. After all, he had said it himself. Yuuji was his son.

Haibara walked through the palace halls, sword heavy on his hip. After officially returning with the king from their trip down South, he had been assigned various tasks in the capital including gathering intel and placing informants in important places. He had not worked this hard since the trials of squirehood, and he was frankly exhausted. Fighting campaigns were predictable, and sometimes even fun. He found excitement in the madness. Away from the prying eyes of the aristocracy.

But elucidating what seemed to constitute high treason brought not an ounce of reprieve. Still, he was one of the few the king trusted enough to grant the task.

Unfortunately, with the king’s worsening temperament, he almost wished he was not entering his study to deliver a report. Nanami looked up through the glasses perched across his nose, acknowledging Haibara with a hum that sounded more like a grunt, before returning his attention to the documents before him. The knight bowed, greeting the king, but then looked up with a frown. He crossed his arms over this chest, the metal of his armor clanking at the action.

“Okay, so what on God’s green earth is going on?” The knight questioned, and the king fully looked up, tension evident in his strong brow.

“What do you mean by that? We are investigating possible treason and I am expecting information from you regarding your progress.”

Questioning the prisoners had unfortunately yielded little fruit. The person inciting the conflict had clearly been careful to never appear in person to those doing the fighting. There was no way to trace back directly to them. The description of the one who relayed this mastermind’s orders was limited to a “tall man with dark hair.”

But the financial records of the Southern city had at least highlighted three main families as possible suspects:

The Gojos, in view of their significant investments in the South and their history of power hunger (but why would their heir even offer help in that case? As a distraction?). The Zenins, with their solidly established duchy. They were known for their unscrupulous manners and had been under previous investigation for hiring militia. The thought of talking to Duke Naoya irritated the king to no end. That man was a stain on manhood. And finally, the Kamos. Though their Marquess was by no measure a honest man, Yuuji was still his grandson of sorts. Such a flagrant attack on the crown seemed maybe too ambitious, even for him. The king was at a loss about the situation.

But that was not the head knight’s current focus.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” the knight approached, shaking his head lightly. “Listen, Kento, I’m not sure exactly what is bothering you so deeply. But you have to figure that out before you can efficiently tackle anything else.” Haibara’s words were decisive, his gaze sharp as he looked at his king. But most importantly his friend. Who looked like his mind was actively imploding.

Nanami let out a breath. He truly hated how Haibara was able to see through him. To be fair, he had not been doing a grand job at hiding what bothered him anyway. In the grand scheme of things, his feelings should have been entirely unimportant. They had always been. The last thing to be considered when decisions were to be made.

But that did not stop the issue from infiltrating every corner of his being and souring his thoughts. The knight took slow steps until he sat in the chair facing the king, sighing at the sight in front of him.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” He asked, and Nanami’s eyes shot up to meet his friend’s, who took that as confirmation with a shake of his head. “Okay, so what did you do?”

“I?” Nanami sounded offended. Here it was, that stubbornness again. That pride.

“Yes, Kento, you. What happened?”

What sorcery did you possess to get everybody on your side. Though he was certain you had not said anything, everybody rallied to your defense. Yuuji had sulked for a whole week when Nanami had told him you were not to stay at his bedside anymore. And even the ever-charming Alma gave him disapproving looks.

Nanami sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. In defeat, he gave an overview of what had transpired between the two of you on the day he returned. He watched Haibara give himself the biggest facepalm, cursing under his breath at the words that left the king’s mouth.

“Now that was pretty fucking stupid of you,” Haibara said pointedly, and Nanami’s lips parted, about to protest when he continued. “And before you give any bullshit excuse, listen to yourself, Kento. Yuuji is your son, that is not up for question. But your insecurities about that are yours to deal with. You can’t just push her away because you feel inadequate and expect everything to be rosy. Do you not have one clue about how to treat women?” the knight rubbed at his temples, closing his eyes.

Nanami looked back at him, lips drawn into a thin line. He hated how he felt at the moment. How he knew that the man in front of him was right. His own pride had stopped him from acknowledging his faults because it felt easier. Somehow it felt easier to put himself through all this turmoil than face his fears of the unknown. Of the unfamiliar feelings that insistently crept and blossomed in his chest. Consuming his whole being and unfurling in a messy tango.

Nanami could not ask anything from you. Especially not the kind of love you freely gave to Yuuji. Wait, why was he even considering love? What did he know about love?

He knew devotion, he knew duty, but what had love taught him outside of his son? Hurt and pain. And absolute chaos. Chaos that he had spent his whole life fighting. Carefully ironing out every wrinkle in his being. Compartmentalizing every emotion into carefully crafted boxes.

But he knew Haibara was right. He had known for a while that things could not go on like this. Finding some sort of peace with you would be the only way to bring him any sort of respite. Even if you decided to not show him the openness you had before. Even if he had burned that bridge to the ground.

“I understand, Haibara,” Nanami sighed, taking off his glasses and resting them against the table. “I will fix it.”

Garden parties could often be a tedious affair. But after weeks of unanswered invitations, it was high time you made another appearance in high society. Even if just to appease the aristocracy. But as your carriage pulled into the royal gardens where the event was to be held, you were astounded by the grandiosity of it all. Everything you encountered in this kingdom truly reminded you of how small your home had been.

You stepped off the carriage, aided by a footman and walked leisurely as you were guided inside. Alma had insisted on you dressing as regal as possible for the occasion.

“High born ladies use these events to showcase their statute. You should wear something befitting their queen,” her tone was kind as she called for the other servants.

Your white dress's corset hugged your figure perfectly, its delicate lace collar resting across your shoulders. Golden lace gloves peeked from beneath the large sleeves, while the dress's white skirts cascaded down in layers, revealing glimpses of your golden petticoat beneath. The ensemble was finished with matching gold jewelry that, though somewhat heavy, you endured.

You reached the large greenhouse that stood tall at the center of the gardens, and braced yourself as you entered. As soon as they caught glimpse of you, the entire room halted. All the ladies and few gentlemen present bowed deeply in greeting, and you smiled to ease the atmosphere. They returned to their chatter, and you took a look around the room. Light food circulated in platters held by pristinely-dressed servants, and glasses of bubbling alcohol flowed as freely as the tea.

Soon enough, you were approached by Mei Mei, host of the whole ordeal. You bowed to each other in greeting, and she wrapped and arm around yours, behaving in a manner that suggested greater closeness between the two of you that was true. Still you let her, walking alongside to the main table.

“You look regal as always, your majesty,” she complimented, but you could tell the words were mere small talk. If anything, she was appraising the value of your golden embellishments.

“Thank you, though it is quite the challenge to look as opulent as you, Mei,” amusement cracked on her face at your reply, and she directed you to a seat next to hers at the table closest to the water fountain.

In your experience, garden parties were naught but gossip mills. As you sat down, you set your intentions. Spending as little time there as was socially acceptable, and keep your mouth shut. 5 months in this kingdom and all asking questions had ultimately amounted to was reproach. You had had enough. But that did not stop you from listening, the ladies around you certainly did not mince their words. You heard of a countess’ affair, of a marquess going broke and of new silks coming from the east. The stream of information flowed endlessly, to the point that you slowly checked out mentally. Tired, you looked around.

You saw Shoko and Utahime from the corner of your eye conversing over some pastries. They offered you warm smiles, which you returned. Clearly Mei Mei did not consider them of enough value to her to have them sat at the main table. Your returned your attention on the hostess, her white hair tumbling endlessly over her shoulders. But something was odd. The usually composed woman seemed rather on edge. And after prompting from the other ladies, she cracked.

“Those Zenins…” she scoffed. “Can you imagine the duke tried to pressure me into inviting him? Without offering a price at that, how dare he?” You remembered the rather haughty duke from the night of your first ball a few months back. He did not seem like the type to want to entertain such an event. So why was he interested?

“My queen, you have been so quiet,” your thoughts were interrupted by the lady to your left. “Are quite alright?”

“Oh, no need to worry.” you forced a chuckle and shook your head. “I am just a bit tired, that is all” The lady drew closer, attempting to speak in a hushed tone, but still loud enough to be heard by those around. “Is the king perhaps the reason for this fatigue?”

The words flustered you, and the rest of the ladies around erupted in a fit of giggles. The last time you had entertained any such thoughts were on your wedding night. And they were promptly shut down. If only they knew what was going on. The commenter excused herself for a bit, and the other ladies were still chuckling and chiding each other when someone approached the table.

“Well, can I join in on the fun, ladies?” Everyone’s head snapped to the intruder, the group seeming to immediately melt into a puddle. Your eyes too, found the mystery man.

“Duke Gojo,” they arose as a chorus and he greeted them with a bow.

Moving to kiss Mei on the cheek “Cousin,” he greeted casually before heading for the only empty seat where the Countess who was sitting beside you had just excused herself from.

“Your majesty,” he kneeled before you, making a show of kissing your hand. His appearance was striking indeed. The snow hair and sky blue eyes were compelling enough. But coupled with his blue Suit and golden buttons, you understood why most of the women’s eyes were on him. You bowed your head as greeting when he finally stood to sit beside you.

“Duke Gojo, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine, my queen,” he picked up a glass of pearly champagne from passing servant. “I have been quite eager to meet you,” he smiled as he took a sip from the flute, eyes never leaving yours.

The insistence of his look was enough to fluster anyone, but you responded with a simple smile. You had grown used to the king’s stares and the authority behind his amber eyes. You feared nothing could ever intimidate you anymore. “I do hope I lived up to your expectations, then,” you entertained the small talk.

“Way beyond them, you truly are a sight for sore eyes. I see why the king is so enamored,” you wanted to laugh in his face. Enamored? Yeah, right. You wouldn’t have believed him for anything. You instead picked up your teacup, taking a long sip from the warm hibiscus tea.

The ladies at your table proceeded to ask the duke a flurry of questions about his absence, how he had been, how he was enjoying the season, if he was going to participate in the upcoming hunt and so on and so forth. The whole thing honestly made you a bit dizzy. But putting down your third cup of tea, you decided it was time to leave. You wanted to spend some time in the library before sunset.

You turned to Mei to announce your departure, and she responded with an open invitation for the next event. Before you could even get up, the duke stood and offered a hand.

“Please allow me to escort you back to your carriage, your majesty,” the words rolled smoothly from his lips, coupled with a dazzling smile. “It would be unbecoming of me to let you walk unaccompanied.”

“Thank you,” You took his hand, letting him guide you out of the greenhouse and into the courtyard’s warm air. His pace was slower than you would have preferred, but you did not rush him, giving occasional smiles and greetings to other people who had now spread out across the yard, smoking, playing games and chatting away.

“So how do you like our kingdom so far, your majesty?” the duke asked, and you looked up at him.

“Very diverting,” you replied curtly.

He laughed, turning towards you. “Very diverting indeed. Though with the king’s recent trip down South, I imagine there might be some troubles.”

Trip down South? Is that where Nanami had gone? You remembered the gossip about instability in the South. Of how it had driven up the price of pearls and imported stones. Is that why Nanami was so on edge? But how did the duke know, if even you had not been made aware.

You are just a help

Right, why would someone like you be privy to that sort of information.

Gojo noticed your silence, and chuckled again. “I apologize if that came off as rude,” he said, his smile turning sheepish.

“No, no, I am not offended,” You shook your head. “I appreciate your concerns but you do not have to worry about my situation,” you were finally a few paces away from the carriage, and the footman opened the door for you.

Gojo stopped, turning to face you before bringing your hand to his lips again. “It was a pleasure to be in your company today, my queen.”

“Mine as well, duke Gojo” you nodded.

“And please, call me Satoru,” the smile he flashed at you was dazzling indeed

You finally boarded the carriage. The coach driver set the vehicle in motion, and you felt it rock gently as it advanced. Standing where you had left him, the duke’s face held a sly smile.

Interesting. Quite interesting indeed.

The sky was painted in strokes of scarlet and amber as the sun dipped below the horizon. You had been in the library, by the large windows for the better half of an hour, but your efforts at reading the book that laid in your lap were in vain. You had told yourself you would stop thinking about it. That you would accept the position that you were so strongly reminded of and stop thinking about the damn man. But the words from the garden party about the king stuck with you.

Nanami had gone down South, most likely to deal with the crisis. But that information was kept private. The secrecy of the matter piqued your interest beyond belief. Was there someone the king was hoping to catch? And would his foul mood be evidence of lack of success in this endeavor? You breathed in deeply. To be truthful these were just distractions. To not dwell on the hurt that knocked you out when you thought of his rejection. Yes, it had felt like a rejection. Even though you had never even expressed your wishes for something more. You bottled up the hope and the hurt and all of your emotions and locked them away. You had to focus on finding fulfillment in this place. In the things you could do, rather than dreaming of the impossible.

You registered the sound of steps headed your direction. Too heavy to be a child’s, too precise to be anyone but one person’s.

“Your majesty,” you bowed your head in greeting even before you had to look up to see him.

Before you stood the king, imposing as always. But decidedly different than he had been before. More tired. And somehow less guarded. He stopped a couple feet away from your chair, not saying anything for a few moments. You finally looked up, waiting for him to make known the reason for his presence. He certainly did not come just to watch you read.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he began, walking to sit on the cream sofa across from you. There he was again, calling you by your name and not your title. But it brought no feeling of warmth for you. Instead, you sat, guarded. Bracing yourself for whatever was coming this time.

“How can I be of service to you today, your majesty?” you spoke monotone, closing the book in your lap. He sighed, clasping his hands tightly. He knew he deserved every ounce of attitude from you. Of coldness. But still, part of him had hoped for a warmer reception. He sighed, prepping himself for what he had prepared to do.

“Two weeks ago,” he spoke slowly, voice grave, “I was returning from an investigation in the Southern port city, that was where I had been,” he figured he would answer the first question you had asked that day.

“I appreciate your sudden… openness. But I have already been informed of that,” his brow raised at your reply.

“How, if I may ask?” He had explicitly instructed Ichiji to keep everything secret and Haibara would not be one to go spread information pertaining to national security.

“Duke Gojo.” You said plainly, and you noticed the way the king’s jaw visibly tensed.

“Duke Gojo, huh?” he repeated the words, contempt heavy in his voice. “I did not know you two had such a friendly rapport,” he was getting distracted. He knew it but he could not contain the feeling that burned through him. Foreign but distinct. Jealousy. That was a man who knew how to treat a woman. He had even showed interest in you. That was more than enough to put the king on edge.

You did not reply to the words, seeing them as provocatory. Instead your silence requested the king to go on. To get to the point of this meeting. Why was he telling you this now? Did he feel bad? That did not matter, because his words now did not change what he had said and done. You waited for a few more moments in the tense silence but eventually sighed, standing up.

“If that is all, I will retire to my quarters now,” you turned away, but he stood faster than you could even register, and his hand closed around your wrist.

"Wait—just... wait." His voice was low, almost pleading, as he drew closer, your breaths mingling in the charged space between you. His hand lingered on your arm, pulling you near enough that your chest nearly brushed his. Your breath hitched, and pulse quickened, breaking through the mask of indifference you clung to like armor. You loathed the way your body reacted to him. The way your mind secretly rejoiced at the proximity. How long had it been since he had touched you in any way?

"What can I do to fix this?" His words wavered, raw and desperate. "Tell me, Y/N. Name your price. Is it a gift you want? Gold, diamonds... land?" His gaze flickered, searching yours for something he couldn’t name. His breath, warm and steady, ghosted across your cheek.

"Or perhaps..." His tone hardened, a bitter edge creeping in as he narrowed his eyes. "A lover? That fellow Satoru—would he suffice?"

Your gasp sliced through the tension. You tore your arm free from his grasp, retreating a step as fury and hurt flashed in your eyes.

"I did not know His Majesty held me in such low regard," you spoke, voice unsteady. Was this what he thought you were after? Some sort of recompense? "Do you think me so shallow, so vain, that I would be appeased by your trinkets? And a lover?" Your voice cracked, not from weakness but indignation. "I want none of it—least of all him."

A beat of silence passed in the room.

“I apologize,” his eyes met the floor. Part of him knew that you sought none of these things he had offered. But that was all the currency he knew. Kaori had been happy to be lavished with riches. Her romantic pursuits after she gave birth to Yuuji had been enough to put even some of the most audacious flirts to shame. That was the language she had spoken to him. But you were not her.

You are not her. So simple yet so hard to unlearn. You can’t just push her away, Haibara’s words sounded in his mind. All he had been doing was keeping you at arm’s length. And that only brought more turmoil to his own heart. He needed to face the facts. He needed to admit the truth. To himself and to you.

“I do not think of you as such,” his eyes returned to yours, brimming with emotion. You could decipher hesitation, maybe fear, but he pushed on. “In fact, I hold you in much higher regard than even I thought possible.” His hands fell to his side, “Y/N I apologize for the way I have acted. You being in Yuuji’s life. You being in my life has been nothing short of a blessing,” he sighed, “And I let myself be blinded by fear and insecurity and acted in a way unbecoming of a king. I sincerely did not mean to hurt or insult you”

Your lips were drawn into a thin line. There it was, an apology. But was this truly permission to go back to doing things the way they were before? Did you even want to go back to the way things were before?

“Kento,” your voice had calmed down. His first name felt unfamiliar on your tongue, but he looked up at you, almost startled. You stepped closer. “You need to tell me what it is you want from me.” your voice was firm. “If there is a line I am not to cross, please draw it right now. So that I will know to stay behind it.”

He took a deep breath in. Here was his chance, to finally get what he thought he had wanted from the beginning. To have you know that this was all a ploy. To let you know where you stood in his home. As a placeholder queen, a placeholder mother. At least that was what he had intended in the beginning. But you broke through that mold he had created in his mind. The people considered you their queen. His son considered you his mother. And him, what did you mean to him?

He took a hold of your hands. Gentle, this time. Almost afraid you would pull away once more. “I do not know where to draw that line anymore,” his deep voice held raw honesty. “I seem to have lost control entirely.” His thumbs caressed the back of your hand and your heart threatened to jump out of your chest. “How about you draw it this time. Please tell me where to stand.”

Push him away and he would never dare to approach again.

Draw him close, and he would risk losing himself entirely in you.

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[shunshunrika]

jjk! boys as Bumble matches

ft. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro.

content : aged up! characters, suggestive texts, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

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Satoru Gojo, 28

Highschool Teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

'Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one!' ... is my favorite quote from a suspense thriller I watched when I was a kid. I have a big ego and even bigger...heart! If you are into movie watching and mochi-shop hopping, hmu~

🔗 6'3 (190cm)

🏛 Apolitical

🍼Children: Don't know yet

🔍Looking for: Something Casual, Open to Long Term

🍷Drinks: Never

🐶Pets: Human by the name of Megumi

INTERESTS: 🧁, 🎥, 🎮, ⚾, 🕶

Suguru Geto, 28

Director at Geto and Associates

Baby, are you a curse? Because I want to delve into the occult for you~ Apart from my philanthropic ventures to help humanity, I frequently engage in stand-up comedy and on the spot 'aura-readings'. I would really like to get to know someone nice and genuine and make them my family *wink wink*

🔗 6'2 (187cm)

🏛 Politically inclined

🍼Children: Want many - looking to grow my 'family'

🔍Looking for: Marriage

🍷Drinks: Socially

🐶Pets: Cursed Spirits~

INTERESTS: 👨‍👩‍👦, ⛩, 📚, ♠, 🎀

Kento Nanami, 27

Accounts Clerk at Tokyo Department of Finance and Commerce

Humble, hardworking guy looking for a meaningful relationship. Would love to go on a date to a museum or a theatre play to get to know you better. Would prefer if we take a few dates to see how things go. If you have any requests or conditions before hand, let me know - I will accommodate them to the best of my ability. Looking forward to having a great interaction.

🔗 6' (183cm)

🏛 Liberal

🍼Children: Want someday

🔍Looking for: Long Term Relationship

🍷Drinks: Frequently

🐶Pets: One Siamese Cat

INTERESTS: 👔, 🖥, 📰, 💹, 📐

Toji Fushiguro, 37

Freelance Killer - (hmu for prices!)

If you have an answer for 'What was the best night of your life?' be prepared to have it changed. A hands-on dad. No, not the father kind, the 'my princess is taking me so well' kind. Into the strong, no non-sense typa gal. Would appreciate if said gal can handle a drink or two with me. hmu and I might take you along on to a gym sesh.

🔗 6'2 (188cm)

🏛 Don't Care

🍼Children: Already have 2

🔍Looking for: Something Casual

🍷Drinks: Frequently

🐶Pets: One Pet Curse/Weapon Purse - and you will probably become my pet too

INTERESTS: ⚔, 🥷, 🏋,🔒, 🍷

Yuuji Itadori, 20

College Student (Mechanical Engineering) - National Institute of Technology, Sendai College

Hi! I am Yuuji! Ace Athlete at Sendai College! Also a proud puppy dad! Beneath my cheerful and carefree demeanor lies an unyielding resolve and a heart full of bravery. Yeah, I'd like to mention I have won multiple bravery awards as a teen (subtle flex) If you'd like, Let's go on rock climbing or to an arcade to see if we're compatible! Don't panic if I tickle you or slap your back too hard!! I'll give you a piggy back if you get tired!

🔗 5'8 (173cm)

🏛 Apolitical

🍼Children: Don't know yet

🔍Looking for: Short Term (Open to Long Term)

🍷Drinks: Socially

🐶Pets: One Shiba Inu!

INTERESTS: 🦮, 🚀, 🧗, 🎢, 🪄

Megumi Fushiguro, 19

College Student (International Relations) - University of Tokyo

Hello. I am Megumi Fushiguro. I am currently a student and looking to date someone long-term. I don't have many conditions or an ideal type but I'd like for the person I date to have unshakable resolve as I find it to be huge, huge turn on. :) I am into coffee shops although it's an overdone date trend. If you want, we can do indoor games and chill at my home. hmu if you want my number!

🔗 5'9 (175cm)

🏛 Liberal

🍼Children: Want Someday

🔍Looking for: Long Term

🍷Drinks: Avoids, Black Coffee for the win.

🐶Pets: 10 animals that come with my technique

INTERESTS: 🍵, 🏫, 📚, ✈, 🎧

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[kentobb]

hiromi higuruma x female secretary (AU).

chapter 22 > chapter 24

chapter 23

Higuruma and Nanami walk into the office, the usual hustle and bustle of the legal world surrounding them. The buzz of phones ringing and papers shuffling fills the room, but there’s an added layer of tension today. Nanami, ever the professional, is already on a roll, detailing the chaos caused by Sukuna’s escape. Higuruma follows him towards their desks, his tired eyes scanning the piles of paperwork that seem to multiply by the minute.

“Honestly, Higuruma,” Nanami says, rubbing his temples, “the press is all over us. Every time I step out of my office, someone’s shoving a mic in my face, asking about Sukuna’s escape. They think we’re supposed to have all the answers, like we’re some kind of magic detectives.”

Higuruma lets out a tired sigh, sitting down and shuffling through some legal documents. “It’s not just the press. The whole federal government is breathing down our necks. And don’t even get me started on the paperwork. The amount of documentation we need to go through just to start an investigation is ridiculous.”

Nanami shoots him a look of quiet understanding. “I thought I was done with the chaos when I left the field. But now… well, now I feel like I’ve just stepped back into it, only with a desk and more forms.”

Higuruma raises an eyebrow, half-smiling despite the stress. “You didn’t think the legal world would be any easier, did you?”

Before Nanami can respond, the door to their office swings open, and in walks Gojo, looking unbothered as ever despite the case on his shoulder. He grins at the sight of his colleagues, clearly in high spirits despite the weight of the situation.

“Well, well,” Gojo says, adjusting his sunglasses dramatically as if he’s walking into a party instead of a law office. “What’s up, gentlemen? You look like you’ve been through a war zone.”

Higuruma shakes his head, cracking a smile at the absurdity of Gojo’s casual attitude. “Sukuna escaped from a federal facility, Gojo. How does it look? We’re buried in paperwork and trying to figure out how to make sense of all this.”

Gojo waves a hand dismissively, taking a seat on the edge of Higuruma’s desk. “Yeah, yeah, I heard. You think he’s playing chess, but really, he’s just making everyone else play checkers. He probably pulled off the most dramatic escape in history just to get some fresh air. I bet he’s at a beach somewhere, sipping on a margarita and laughing at all of us.”

Nanami can’t help but chuckle at Gojo’s nonchalant approach, despite the situation. “That wouldn’t surprise me. But I think we’re going to need more than a good joke to track him down.”

Gojo leans back in his chair, throwing a glance at the TV in the corner of the office. The news is flashing updates about Sukuna’s escape, showing footage of the chaos from the night before—ambulances, reporters, and injured officers. He clicks the remote, turning the volume up.

“See?” Gojo says, watching the report. “They’ve got the story all wrong. They’re making him sound like some mastermind. What’s next, they gonna call him a national treasure? He’s probably hiding out in a hole somewhere, eating snacks and laughing at us all while we scramble to clean up his mess.”

Higuruma shakes his head but can’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. “Sukuna might be a problem, but you’re not helping.”

“Of course, I’m helping!” Gojo exclaims. “I’m keeping morale high. What do you think the press is saying right now? They think we’ve lost control. But really, we’re all just part of a big, elaborate joke Sukuna’s playing on us. So, where do we think he’s hiding? If I were him, I’d probably be in some high-end sushi joint, having a feast. Or maybe he’s holed up in a secret lair somewhere, planning his next move. Maybe I should go undercover, act like a random guy at a sushi bar, and—”

Nanami cuts him off, clearly entertained by Gojo’s antics but also needing to bring some seriousness to the situation. “Gojo, please. Focus. We’ve got a job to do. Sukuna is dangerous, and we need to find him. We have our own investigation team out there looking for leads.”

Gojo grins, undeterred by the seriousness of Nanami’s tone. “Don’t worry, Nanami. I’ve got this covered. You guys focus on the paperwork—don’t let it swallow you whole. I’ll handle Sukuna. I’m practically a walking solution.”

Higuruma raises an eyebrow, but there’s a warmth in his smile. “What are you going to do? Use my cyber security team to see the cameras from around the city?”

Gojo laugh loudly we he winks “Of course!”

Nanami looks at the two of them, shaking his head but clearly entertained. “I’ll leave you two to your chaos,” he mutters, heading back to his desk to deal with more paperwork.

The cozy café hums with quiet chatter as you sit with Utahime and Geto, sipping on your coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed espresso lingers in the air, blending with the soft clink of mugs and spoons. You feel a warm sense of comfort as you lean back in your chair, surrounded by friends who are as excited as you are about your big news.

“So,” Utahime starts, grinning widely. “You told Higuruma, huh? How did it go?”

You smile softly, your eyes glowing with happiness. “Yeah, I told him. He was shocked at first, but then… he got all serious and started ordering books about being a dad. Like Dad 101 or something.”

Utahime bursts into laughter. “Oh my gosh, Higuruma’s gonna be such a dad. I can already picture it. Him sitting there with a stack of books, reading about baby sleep schedules and diapering techniques like it’s his job.”

Geto chuckles from across the table, shaking his head. “I can’t believe it. Higuruma, of all people, getting so into the dad thing. He’s gonna be the most organized dad ever, I bet.”

You laugh along, imagining Higuruma, usually so professional and collected, surrounded by baby books, frantically flipping through them.

“I mean,” you continue, “he’s already planning out our future nursery. He wants to make sure the colors are ‘calming’ and ‘neutral.’ It’s… adorable, honestly.”

Utahime leans back in her chair, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well, I’ll be the cool aunt. You know, the one who brings all the fun toys and gives the baby way too much sugar.”

Geto raises an eyebrow, smirking. “You? Cool aunt? I’ll be the cool uncle. You know, the one who teaches the kid how to play video games and takes them to concerts.”

Utahime sticks her tongue out at him, teasing. “Oh, please. The baby’s gonna be begging me for candy, not you for some video games.”

You giggle at the banter between them, feeling so at ease with them around. It’s nice to know that your friends are just as excited about your future as you are.

“I have an appointment tomorrow to check on the baby,” you add, looking down at your cup for a moment. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

Utahime beams. “That’s so exciting! Do you have a preference? Boy or girl?”

You think for a second, a soft smile curling on your lips. “I’d love to have a boy. I think it’d be nice to have a little one to teach and watch grow up.”

Utahime nods, thoughtful. “A boy would be cute. But Higuruma—”

You nod, knowing exactly what she’s going to say. “Higuruma wants a girl. He’s convinced that he’d be the perfect girl dad.”

Geto chuckles, looking over at you with a grin. “I can totally see that. Higuruma’s gonna be wrapped around his daughter’s finger, isn’t he?”

You smile warmly, thinking of Higuruma. “Definitely. He’s already saying that he’s going to spoil her and teach her everything he knows about law… and life.”

Utahime laughs, covering her mouth. “Higuruma as a girl dad? That’s going to be adorable. Can you imagine him, all serious, trying to protect her from every little thing?”

“Yeah, he’ll be that dad,” Geto adds, pretending to be dramatic. “The one who inspects every boy who comes to the door and makes them sign a ‘no breaking my daughter’s heart’ agreement.”

You burst into laughter, the image of Higuruma, in his lawyerly way, drafting up a contract for his daughter’s suitors too hilarious to ignore.

“It’s going to be so cute,” you say, your heart full. “But honestly, whether it’s a boy or a girl, I just want them to be healthy. We’re both so excited.”

Utahime reaches across the table, squeezing your hand. “Whatever happens, you’re going to be an amazing mom. And we’ll all be here for you, every step of the way.”

Geto leans back in his chair, a rare, genuine smile on his face. “Yeah, we’ve got you covered. The baby’s gonna have an army of cool relatives…” He looks at Utahime “When I say cool relatives is not you” he sticks his tongue out, which makes Utahime sticks his middle finger at him.

You smile, your heart swelling with gratitude for your friends. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”

Higuruma, Nanami, and Gojo sit around the desk, eating Chinese takeout in silence, the quiet punctuated only by the occasional clink of chopsticks. The room is tense but comfortable, a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos of their work. After a few moments, Higuruma, unable to hold it in any longer, clears his throat and speaks up.

“I’ve got something to tell you guys,” he says, his voice unusually serious. Nanami and Gojo look up, both pausing mid-bite. Nanami raises an eyebrow, while Gojo just gives him an expectant look, clearly used to Higuruma’s somber moments.

Higuruma takes a deep breath. “I’m going to be a father. Y/N is pregnant.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence.

Nanami, ever the composed one, blinks slowly, processing the information, before pulling out his wallet. “I’ll be damned,” he mutters, then proceeds to pull out a $20 bill, handing it over to Gojo without a second thought.

Gojo, who’s mid-chew, pauses, his eyes going wide. “Wait—what? No way!” He lets his chopsticks drop into the container, forgetting all about his food. “You’re really telling me you’re about to have a baby? Man, that’s wild!”

Nanami sighs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I guess I lost the bet, huh?”

Higuruma looks at them both, his expression a mix of relief and anxiety. “Yeah… it’s real. But, uh, I’m kind of freaking out. This is a big deal, you know?”

Gojo, now fully animated, grins widely. “A baby! Dude, this is awesome. Don’t sweat it—babies are like little hamsters. They eat, sleep, poop. How hard can it be?”

Higuruma stares at Gojo, his face deadpan. “Hamsters?”

“Yeah! Totally,” Gojo says confidently, as though it’s the most sensible thing ever. “Babies are practically the same. Except with more crying. But you’ve got this. I believe in you.”

Nanami rolls his eyes, his voice dry. “Don’t listen to Gojo, Higuruma. He’s obviously never changed a diaper in his life.”

Higuruma chuckles despite himself, appreciating the levity. “I’ll try not to.” He pauses, looking down at his food, then back at his friends. “But seriously… I’m scared. What if I mess this up?”

Nanami, his usual calm demeanor never faltering, leans back in his chair. “You’ll figure it out. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Being a dad isn’t about being perfect, it’s about being there. You’ll do fine.”

Gojo nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah! You’ll be fine, buddy. Seriously, don’t worry about it. Just… make sure the baby doesn’t end up like that”—he gestures vaguely, as if the example is somehow obvious—“and you’re golden.”

Higuruma laughs, shaking his head. “I’m glad you guys have so much faith in me.”

Gojo shrugs, still grinning. “Well, I’m just saying, you’re gonna be a pro at it. Now, how’s Y/N doing? You mentioned morning sickness last time. That’s got to be rough.”

Higuruma’s expression softens as he thinks of you. “Yeah… she’s been pretty rough with the morning sickness. She can’t even look at eggs without feeling sick.” He rubs the back of his neck, an expression of concern crossing his face. “I think it’s taking a toll on her.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow. “I’m guessing you’re not loving eggs either, huh?”

Higuruma lets out a small laugh. “I’m staying away from them, too, actually. It’s kind of become a ‘no egg’ house now. I don’t know if she’ll ever look at one the same way again.”

Gojo leans back in his chair, grinning. “Oh, it’s definitely a girl.”

Higuruma looks at him, puzzled. “What?”

Gojo shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Eggs, man. You know it’s a girl when she won’t eat eggs.”

Nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s… not a real thing, Gojo.”

Gojo waves him off. “Nah, it’s true. Read it on Reddit once. It’s a sign. You mark my words.”

Higuruma stares at Gojo, incredulous. “You’re telling me that eggs are a sign of a girl?”

“Exactly!” Gojo says, not missing a beat. “It’s a universal truth. I’ve read about it!”

“Gojo, please,” Nanami mutters under his breath, but his lips are twitching into a smile. “Don’t listen to him, Higuruma.”

Higuruma, despite himself, chuckles. “Well, whatever it is, I’m just happy.”

Nanami nods in agreement. “That’s the most important thing. But, hey, if it’s a girl, I bet you’ll be a great dad to her.”

Gojo grins. “I’m just saying, the girl will be cute. And spoiled. And probably have you wrapped around her finger the second she’s born.”

Higuruma laughs, rubbing his face. “I’m already nervous about that. We’ll see.”

There’s a brief silence before Higuruma adds, “We’ve got an appointment tomorrow to check on the baby, see how everything’s going.”

Nanami smiles, his voice steady and reassuring. “That’s good. You’ll get to see how things are progressing. I’m sure it’ll all go smoothly.”

Gojo leans back in his chair, his usual grin spreading. “And if it’s a girl, I’ll buy her the cutest clothes ever. Seriously, Higuruma, start saving up for the fancy dresses.”

Higuruma shakes his head with a smile. “You two are impossible.”

You step into the apartment, the door closing softly behind you. A warm, cozy atmosphere greets you, and you find Higuruma sitting on the couch, glasses perched on his nose, deeply engrossed in a parenting book. You can’t help but smile at the sight of him—he looks so serious and focused, but the book he’s holding is clearly not a legal case file.

Your soft giggles escape you, and the sound immediately catches his attention. Higuruma looks up, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. A smile curves on his lips, and he quickly closes the book, setting it aside before getting up to approach you. His arms open wide as if he’s been waiting all day just for this moment.

“Hey, you,” he says softly, pulling you into a gentle, warm embrace. He kisses you on the lips, slow and tender, his hands resting on your back, as if he never wants to let go. He pulls back just enough to gaze at your face, his thumb lightly grazing your cheek. Without breaking his gaze, he lowers himself, pressing a kiss to your belly, which isn’t showing much yet but is already a symbol of the love you share.

You look down at him with amusement, feeling a giggle bubbling up. “What are you doing?” you tease, your voice light with affection.

Higuruma looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his hand resting against your abdomen as he talks to it in a soft, loving tone. “Hello, princess,” he murmurs. “I already can’t wait to meet you. I hope you’re just as excited to meet your old man as I am.”

You laugh softly at his serious tone, your heart swelling at how much love he already has for the baby. But then the curiosity strikes. You raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “How do you know it’s a girl?” you ask, teasing him lightly.

He looks up at you with an even wider grin, his eyes sparkling with that familiar playful energy. “It’s obvious,” he says with complete confidence. “Because you hate eggs,” he adds, as though that’s the most logical explanation in the world.

You blink, completely confused, your head tilting slightly as you try to process his words. “The eggs?” you repeat, incredulity in your voice. “What does that even mean? How does not liking eggs tell us if it’s a boy or a girl?”

Higuruma chuckles, shaking his head as if he’s trying to hold back a full laugh. “Gojo read it on Reddit,” he says, offering an innocent shrug, like that explanation should settle the matter. “It’s a thing. It means it’s a girl.”

You stare at him, unsure whether to laugh or be more confused. “Reddit?” you echo, utterly bewildered. But despite your confusion, you can’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the whole situation making you feel even more in love with him. “Okay, sure.”

He laughs along with you, his eyes softening as he kisses your lips. “I guess I’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” he says, still grinning as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “But I’m happy with whatever we get. As long as it’s ours.”

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hey pookie, i wanna share one of bf and i's reading sessions with u and the rest of squirt nation(i have his consent, girlie pops!) HEHEHEHEHE

we just finished rereading your very fire very bomb very cunt very giving sugar daddy!gojo series and we focused mainly on bubble pop electric and bon appetit, baby bc those r our faves and GAHAHAHA when i tell u i had this man panting, heaving, WHIMPERING like CerberosVA....

girlie pop..... lemme tell you, i felt powerful as a mf💀 im doing good tho myself☺ im actually abt to make smth to eat since my big whiny mess of a man is currently catching his breath and spaced out LMAO

—cheeky reading sesh anonᕙ⁠(⁠⁠⁠•⁠⁠‿⁠⁠•⁠⁠⁠)⁠ᕗ

HIIII MY LUV !!!! 😝

ahhhh thank u guys so much !!!! i thought the next update was gonna be this month but h-haha i fear life had other plans. also im just idk … stuck, like i have one plot i wanna do where sd! gojo introduces us to his diva ex wife then blah blah drama, tension, but then someone brought up to me sugar daddy! nanami and my brain short circuited oh he’d spoil us so good. pls my mind is all over the place. but I DUNNO i got a lot of thinking to do 🧌. i want that to be my neeext fic, we’ll see if i follow through bc truuuust i haven’t forgotten about him.

oh i’m so glad 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. did you just say … cerebrosva oh u have taste. their audios >>> top tier, especially the whimpers AHH. but again THANK YEWWWWW, i’ll tell sd gojo you’re thinkin of him <33