#they got nanami bread as an apology

[appleblueberry-pie]

Hello again, I hope you are having a good day. May I please request for Yandere Nanami wherein he miscalculates how long his business trip would be and he comes home to emotionally wrecked and hungry darling ( He locked them in the closest as a punishment prior) which leads to hurt comfort between the two

Nanami opened the front door and kicked off his shoes, sighing in disappointment at his timing and at how late at night he got back at. Traffic was terrible, his shoes weren't as comfortable as they were this morning, and he missed you terribly. He ran his fingers through his hair that no longer mattered now that he was indoors and put his suitcase out of sight.

He was going to call out that he was home, but reminded himself that he still had you cooped up in that shitty basement. He walked through the house and into the kitchen to finally get you a glass of water. He was only supposed to be on that business trip for around two days and be back home by the time the third day ended. The basement was very spacious, but even he had his limits in there. Which is why it was a great punishment, in his mind. He had enough of your mouth and you attempted to escape after almost sending him over the edge all in one day. But he still worried for you. There were no lights or any sense of comfort in there. At this point, he just wants you in his arms again. The thought makes his heart race in excitement. You must feel so lonely, feel so anxious, so cold, and

You freeze when you turn and see Nanami standing a few feet away from you, watching you shove your fifth slice of bread into your mouth. The two of you mirrored the same look of horror as you acknowledged one another. Nanami's face contorts into one of realization while yours continues to drop. Your stomach twists in fear at the sight of your captor finding you outside of your confinement and suddenly you feel nauseous and no longer desire any kind of elements of nutrition.

Pieces of food that weren't swallowed fall out of your mouth in fear and surprise and you scatter off to the nearest room with a lock and you slam it shut, fiddling with the lock and somehow manage to turn it with terribly shaky hands. It's hard to breath and you hyperventilate as you scoot into a corner, keeping yourself huddled.

Kento was still stuck in place, his mouth open in complete shock. You had ransacked the entire kitchen. He lets his eyes scan over everything on the ground. Almost nothing in the cabinets or fridge was left untouched, so many things left open and touched by his poor, poor girl's fingers. Juice, crackers, the bread you tore into, butter, cereal, refrigerated rice, half-eaten boxes of vegetables and fruits, uncooked noodles......it didn't end there.

The more his eyes found laying around, the heavier his heart got. This was all his fault. He didn't mean to......do this to you. Not at all. His eyes flutter shut as he rubs them, a sigh leaving his mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen. He inhaled sharply to gather more courage to step past the obvious signs of severe neglect he had done to you.

He could hear your fast-paced breathing from outside of the guest-bedroom and shakes his head in shame. He was so fucking ashamed of being so irresponsible with taking care of you. He was supposed to be your lover, your caretaker, the one you should be able to trust. But it seems like he can't even do any of those things right. He was wrong. "I'm sorry." His throat felt like it was constricting his vocals as he chokes out the apology. No kind of words or affirmations could change what he did to you and he wanted to be able to help you see that.

His face was so close to the door, as if he could speak through it into your heart. The last thing he'd do is force you into anything. He deserved to work for your trust back. "I'm so sorry, baby, please." There wasn't much he could make himself say. His ears picked up on your silent sobs and he dropped his forehead on the door, his hands on it as well. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just wanna see you. It's been so long, hm? Since we last saw each other? I just want to hold you."

You didn't know how to feel. You just did something so very, very wrong. This is the type of behavior that gets you in the basement and a chain on your ankle for decoration. You broke out and practically flipped the kitchen upside-down. What isn't he going to do to you??? You didn't even realize yourself speaking through your tears. Constant 'leave me alone's slipped through your lips as you cried. You were so damn scared of what he'd do to you.

Outside the door, Kento shakes his head at your words and presses the side of his face to the door to hear you better. "No, no, no, no, baby. I won't hurt you, I promise. Can you please trust me just this once? I just want to make sure you're okay. You're hungry, I can tell. Just let me help you and you can get all of the food you want, okay??" Kento shakes the doorknob subconsciously, which makes you gasp in fear. Kento flinches away from it when he hears you make the sound and immediately and tells you he won't do it again.

He continues trying to verbally sooth you through the door, telling you repeatedly that it's okay. "....Everyone has limits. And I pushed you to yours." You wipe your face of your tears and push yourself to your feet.

Slowly, you hesitate, but take your quiet steps towards the door. Nanami can't hear anything on the other side. Are you okay? Why are you quiet? Are you trying to escape through the window??? It's bolted. Never mind. He's worried. "Darling?" He silently whispers. All he gets is the sound of his own breaths.

Then the loud sound of the lock clicks and he takes a step back. The door cracks open, extremely slowly. It's almost impossible to tell. You only leave enough space to look through about 1 inch to peek at him through the door. And even with that much to look at, he can tell you are so scared. He shouldn't have done this. The constant anxiety this is giving him continues to make his stomach cramp. A wobbly smile makes its way onto his face. "There she is! Can you-.....please let me take you out of that room?" He stumbles over his words, his arms awkwardly spreading out to seem as if he's friendly.

The silence you let grow only leaves room for more interpretation. You just stare at him with that stone cold eye. Almost as if you're trying to see through him. But nothing is hiding behind his face but the constant stress he's getting from stressing you out. He obviously loves you too much. He gets overprotective sometimes.

You open the door and step out and his shoulders relax as he very carefully looks over you. You used the bucket. Which was good. So, you were at least somewhat clean. You just looked.....hungry. Your face seemed slimmer, your eyes sunken in exhaustion(not that much, but he's great at details when it comes to you).

Before you could stop him, he was cleaning the kitchen and got to running you a bath and making dinner.

[strngegirl]

———最甜的草莓蛋糕 .

synopsis: Nanami had never tasted anything before. That is, until he kissed you did he finally learn what sweetness feels like. And now, he craves more.

pairing: fork!nanami x cake!f!reader

cw: cakeverse (that im not very well versed in. i just liked the concept), cannibalistic themes (he thinks about eating you)(but he doesn't actually eat you he just bites your ear), the minor consumption of blood, cunnilingus, penetration, creampie.

a/n: yes this is a reupload. made some minor changes •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

word count: 3.8k+

For his entire life, Nanami never knew what anything tasted like.

He doesn't know what the cream inside a cream puff tasted like, he doesn't know what a ripe strawberry tasted like, he doesn't know what anything tasted like. People have described them both as “sweet”, and yet he could only imagine how it could taste, even if he had no knowledge as to what the feeling of tasting something is.

So early on into his life, he just accepted the fact that he's born without the ability to taste.

That's why when the first time Nanami Kento kissed you, he felt this exhilarating surge of desire for you.

Not from lust, not from love — hunger.

When he first leaned in, he felt excitement in sharing his first kiss with his lover, prepared to learn what it feels to kiss. But when your lips pressed together, he learned something else entirely.

Taste.

A foreign sensation bloomed across his tongue, into his mouth the moment your lips touched his, almost as if he's tasting. No, he's sure he's tasting. He's tasting something. He doesn't know what this is, but one word immediately makes it into his mind:

Sweet.

Nanami feels both fear and enthrallment all at once, because he's never felt as hungry and parched as he is right now. His stomach pinches when you guys part, and he feels guilty for the innocent way you're looking at him, because you don't know he's in a turmoil right after the kiss.

The realization dawns on him: this isn't normal. He needs to figure this out.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes before abruptly pulling away, forcing himself to look into your eyes even as he's feeling lightheaded. “I have to go.”

The confusion and hurt in your eyes made his heart clench for a second, but it's quickly overcome by that feeling again—that feeling to taste you again. He never felt this much fear before, the unknown situation causing him to back off.

“I– was it bad?” You asked, and he clenched his fist. Your voice was sweet, as sweet as you tasted and goddamn does he want to kiss you again.

He shakes his head slowly, his voice coming out shakier than he'd liked.

“No. It was amazing.” And you don't understand how amazing it actually is for him. After apologizing to you once again, he runs off.

He ran because the sudden starvation he's feeling is scaring him. He ran to the nearest bakery and bought a pack of bread before devouring them right outside.

He tastes nothing.

And he's so frustrated because he wants to taste again. He doesn't understand why he could only taste when he kissed you for the first time. That quickly turns into desperation, desperation to kiss you again. Desperation for you to fulfill his hunger for tasting.

In the first few days, he doesn't dare to meet you again. He could only text you, reassuring you everything's fine and you can meet up again soon. He didn't like how he acted back then, he didn't like that it didn't feel special for the both of you.

At least it felt special to him. Very, very special.

He thought he could go on like this, although he gradually got hungrier day by day. No matter how much he eats, the hunger doesn't go away. It stays there, its ever present presence haunting him every second of his life, reminding him of the addictingly sweet taste of your lips.

And today, the hunger reaches to a point where he just needs to see you.

Nanami’s usually tidy kitchen was a little messed up, the counter full of unfinished food he's struggling to even look at. He doesn't know what's happening to him, and he really wished he had an answer. He always feels full after eating, but he's always starving for something else. The taste you gave him that night.

He's currently hunched over the dining table, blurry eyes narrowing at the bright screen of his phone before he shakily taps on your contact name.

Nanami: Hello, love. I apologize for the abrupt request, bur may I come over right now? I need to see you tonight.

Delivered.

He stares at this screen, waiting for that word to turn into “read”. Nanami's breathing heavily as he grabs the edge of the table in a white-knuckled grip, impatiently waiting for your response. He didn't even bother correcting that one typo, even if he usually does. He doesn't wanna rush you, but fuck he needs to be near you again. He needs you to help him. It hurts.

He needs to kiss you so bad it hurts.

He wants to taste you again. He needs to taste you again. It was never a want the moment you gave him that sweetness.

The moment his phone buzzed, he immediately looked at the notification.

[Name]: you can come over anytime, you know that

After he sees that message, his mind blanks and his body moves on autopilot.

Your sweetness. He's gonna taste your sweetness again.

The memory replays in his mind over and over again as he tries to remember the exact moment he tasted sweetness. And the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks the taste reminds him of strawberry cake. He doesn't know what strawberry cakes tasted like. But he thinks it tastes exactly as overwhelmingly good as you did.

Thinking of you… he also thought of your scent. You smell like cake if the smell were more prominent. And you tasted like the smell of cake. He likes that you're like the embodiment of cake for him, it makes him drunk on you, you being something he never thought he'd have the pleasure of savoring. As he regains some of his senses, he realizes he's at the front door of your apartment and he's already rung the bell.

The ding echoed in his ears, and the door immediately opened. Nanami’s eyes widened when he saw you again after a whole week.

Your sweet scent. Your delectable appearance. The memory of your taste—

He feels hungry.

He wants to eat you.

In what way? He doesn't know. He's confused.

Under normal circumstances, that knowledge will unsettle him. But right now? His body yearns for you. He needs to feel you on his tongue again.

He sees the concern on your face, the way you're looking at him like you're worried for him. When you put your hand on his arm, oh so gently, he feels something awakes inside of him.

“Kento? Are you-”

Before you can finish that sentence, his lips smashed against yours. Intensely. Passionately. Hungrily. To the point of worrying. Nanami slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting the way your saliva gives him that sweetness he so craves over the past few days. The sweetness he's finally able to experience after all these years.

He grabs your shoulders as he pushes you to the wall, tongue moving fervently against yours in a passionate waltz. The taste of strawberry cake on his tongue makes his mind foggy, and the fact that it seems to satiate his hunger makes it all the more addictive. He doesn't care how selfish he is right now, he wants more.

Nanami finally pulls away, his breathing coming out in short pants as he gazes down at you darkly. How your lips look so glossy and plump after that makes his stomach growl. You look absolutely appetizing.

He fears kissing you isn't enough after restricting himself from seeing you for a week. He needs to taste more of you—hungrily and sexually.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes while he slides his palm up under your shirt, his voice octaves lower than its usual tone. “I… I want to eat you. May I? Please… I want to eat you…”

He meant that. Nanami wanted to eat you.

But of course, no normal person would think their lover wanted to literally eat them. You, oh poor you, think he's just terribly aroused and he came to you for help. You never thought he'd be this forward, this bold. And honestly? You quite like it. You like this carnal side of him.

He's trembling with want, the ravenous need to consume. Millions of thoughts pop up in his head, like does your flesh taste as sweet as your saliva? Does your labia taste sweet too? Would you let him have a nibble, just to try it out?

In this esurient state, Nanami failed to realize how inhumane those thoughts were. He shouldn't be thinking about what eating you would be like, and yet here he is.

“What's with you all of a sudden?” You ask quietly, head still spinning from the sudden attack of his lips on yours. It's hot, you're not gonna complain. You press your warm palms against both of his cheeks, looking up at him.

And oh fuck, the lust burning in those bright eyes of yours makes it harder to contain himself. The last bit of consciousness that isn't driven by his hunger restrains himself, thankfully; he's been too much of a pervert tonight.

“Please. Just give me your consent. I need you.” He breathes out, his breathing coming out in short pants as he grips your skin tightly. He's pleading now, but he doesn't mind being pathetic if it's with you.

You take in his facial expression, his trembling hands. And for a moment, you think he's under the influence with how out of character he's been acting ever since he showed up at your doorstep. As much as you want him, you also don't wish to take advantage of him.

“Kento, are you drunk-”

“I'm not.”

He cuts you off swiftly, leaning in to bury his face into the crook of your neck as he takes a deep inhale of your sickeningly sweet scent that fuels his desire for you. You take a moment to think about it, but eventually give in. That kiss earlier already got you hot and bothered, anyways.

“Okay.”

Nanami didn't waste a single second after your green light. He brings his face back up to yours as he licks into your mouth, kissing you like it's his last day on earth as he gropes at your clothes, his heart drumming inside of his chest. The sugary taste of your saliva riles him up so much, he genuinely feels like his head will explode from the dopamine rush it alone gives him. He wants to drink every last drop of you.

The way he kisses you is like a thirsty dog, finally finding water. His tongue isn't even seeking yours, he's instead licking every crevice inside your mouth.

He lets you push him towards your bedroom, all the while your lips are connected to each other's. Once you both reach the bedroom, he wastes no time and pushes you onto the bed as gently as he can in this state of his. He breaks away reluctantly, licking his lips for any remnants of your saliva on his lips. The moment he breaks away, he feels hungry again. He wants more to satisfy his hunger for you.

You watch as he drops to his knees with a thud, grabbing the waistband of your pajama shorts and pulling it down alongside your panties. You feel a bit shy, considering it is your first time with him. Nanami slides his hands in between your thighs and parts them, gripping the supple plush with both hands as he stares down at the wetness that was previously hidden before.

The smell of that sweet, sweet nectar dripping from your cunt is nearly enough to make him drool.

Without warning, he dives right in as he sucks on your pussy like a man starved (which he is, technically), and the juice leaking from your sopping hole is a whole new sweetness. It's different from the one he tastes on your lips, and he's into it. You moan loudly while he eats you out like you're the most delectable meal he's ever had in weeks, the lewd slurping of his mouth combined with the shocking pleasure of each eager swipe of his tongue on your labia sends waves of shock over your body. You clench your thighs around his head, hands flying to his blonde locks as you grab at them, trying to push his head away out of sheer pleasure. You fear you may reach your orgasm too soon if he continues to eat you out like this. Right now, Nanami isn't even focused on your pleasure; he's focused on slurping up every last drop that leaks out of your hole, savoring the saccharine liquid as much as he can. It's like inhaling marijuana to him, with more entering his mouth, the more he's addicted to it.

“Fuck…” he growls against your pussy, the vibrations adding onto the intense pleasure he's giving you. He's operating solely on his desire to consume, devouring your pussy once more. His tongue digs into your hole, nearly rolling his eyes into the back of his head as more sweetness attacks the taste buds he once thought were completely nonexistent.

“Ke-Kento! T-t’much…” your moan breaks him out of his daze for a second, his eyes cranking open as he meets your eyes, seeing your face contorted in pleasure made him aware of the hardness straining against his pants. But he doesn't wanna penetrate you, he wants to eat you. That can come later once he's fulfilled, once and for all.

“I want you to cum,” he murmurs desperately against your pussy, sucking your clit in straight after and getting rewarded with another melodically loud moan of yours. “Please… you taste so good.”

Nanami holds your hips securely in place as he licks more of your delicious release into his mouth, before bringing his face back up to the surface for air as he swallows your orgasm with an embarrassingly loud gulp. Surprisingly to the both of you, you came straight on command. You convulse violently as your pussy gushes around his tongue, and his eyes widen briefly before he eagerly drinks everything pooling out of you, down his throat. It tastes exactly like how he thinks whipped cream tastes like.

He understands why children love sugary things now; they're amazing.

He looks down at you with those lidded eyes, pupils dilating for a second once he fully takes in how you look. Your red face, your heaving chest, the drool pooling around the corner of your mouth… gosh, you taste good and look pretty. How are you his? Nanami finally feels halfway full for what felt like the first time this week, and he regained some of his senses. Although, the more he's near you, he realizes the more he wants to gobble you up.

You're still extremely tongue-fucked out of your mind, having received the most mind-shattering orgasm you've ever experienced in your life. None of your past partners or yourself have gotten you to cum so hard and fast like that except for Nanami, and you may have fallen in love a little bit more. You expected him to be good in bed, but not this powerful. You flutter your eyes open as you look up at him, and he looks briefly regretful. You frown a little at the sight.

“Kento? Are you alright?” You murmur, trying to sit up but stopped by his big hands pressing you back down onto the bed by the shoulders, gentler than the first time.

“I'm so sorry. This is unbecoming of me— I didn't mean to come over and do this.” He bites his bottom lip, meeting your eyes with both lust and guilt. The guilt mixed with the desire to eat you makes his stomach hurt. “I understand if you think less of me now, that I'm a lowly man who only begged to come over to satisfy his own disgusting desires.”

The apology is so genuine and yet half-hearted. He despised how he didn't mean that he came here to feast upon you, he despised how he feels like this. But you are the only thing he's allowed to taste and he can't help but be greedy after being stripped of the ability to do so since birth.

You slowly shake your head, your face softening as you bring his face down with both of your hands. His eyes met yours through the dim lightning of the room, feeling intense emotions inside of him when you start caressing his face with your thumb.

“Don't apologize.” You whisper, so softly, so sweetly, it makes him nearly moan from the deliciousness of your voice as well.

“I loved that. I don't mind, really.”

“You do?”

“I do. Do more…” you bring his face down as you kiss him again.

He's recovering slightly when you kiss him again, but once he does, he kisses you back. This time, gentler, although he's very tempted to lick the insides of your mouth once again. Nanami moves between your thighs as he slowly presses his crotch against yours, and moans lowly into your mouth as he felt your previous climax soak the fabric of his pants. He brings his one hand up to hold your neck by the side, rubbing his thumb against your jawline as he kisses you, the other going down to unbuckle his belt. Once he lets his belt fall to the floor, he pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock, it's already aching to be relieved. He pulls away from the kiss as he kisses down from your jaw to your neck, giving your pulse languid swipes of his tongue while he rubs his tip against the slit of your pussy, causing you to moan at the thickness of it.

“Put it in, please.” You whine, spreading your legs further for him. Nanami hums, finding your entrance and slowly presses his tip inside. The warmth it gives him shoots pleasure up his entire body, goosebumps appearing on his arms. “A-ah…” you grab onto his shoulders as he continues to lick your neck, all the while slowly pushing his length inside. You don't even have to see it to see how big it is, just by the way he stretches you out and struggles to put it in is already proof of its size. “You feel so good…” he whispers against your neck, eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he pushes further in. You curl your toes in order to ground yourself, digging your fingertips into his shoulders to distract yourself from the sting the stretch gave you.

After a full minute, he finally put it all the way in. He stayed there, his grip tightening slightly on your neck. The pleasure of your tight cunt gripping his cock like a vice is probably the best thing he's experienced so far. Amidst your whimpering and moaning while you adjust to his size, he can't help but be drawn into your scent again. His stomach growls. Shit.

You're so close.

You're so, so close.

His lips detached itself from your neck as he moved to your ear, pressing his lips there before he went down to your earlobe. Nanami closes his mouth around your earlobe, and as his teeth grazes over the flesh there, he wonders for a brief moment: what will happen if he bites you? Just one wouldn't hurt, won't it? You must taste good too…Unconsciously, he bites down onto your earlobe. Harshly. His teeth break through the skin, sending jolts of pain down your body as you gasp.

“Kento!” You cried out, gripping his shoulders tighter when the head throbbing pain came on. Hearing your voice, he snaps out of it; but it's a little too late. He's tasted your blood, and it tastes just as sweet as your saliva and bodily fluid. Nanami stops biting you, murmuring soft apologies as he starts to pull out, before slowly pushing in again. You can hardly remember the fact he's bitten you by the way his long cock drags in and out of you, you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he does so.

It's addictive.

He's licking the blood coming out of your wound while he fucks into you, and every second he speeds up, the sexual connection between you two plus the sweet essence of you on his tongue makes it all so overwhelming. He wants to cum so bad.

“You taste absolutely divine,” he murmurs into your ear, his hands flying down to your hips as his thrusts become harsher. “You're as sweet as cake. I love you, I love you, I love you…”

You could only moan in response, having your brain turned into mush by how his tip kisses your cervix every now and then, causing your back to arch off the bed and pressing your body against his even more, feeling the details of his abs pressing into your stomach.He continues to fuck into you, the lewd squelch of his cock leaving and re-entering your drenched pussy fills up the room, his pace ruthless as he continues to lick away the blood on your ear. When it stops bleeding, he's almost tempted to bite it again so he can get more, but he doesn't. So he does the next best thing: kiss you again.

Nanami moves his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately. And you taste the metallic tang of your own blood on his tongue, it makes you dizzy. Somehow the taste of your own blood makes your stomach tighten, and your moans grew louder even as he silenced you with his mouth. The knot forming down there was about to snap, and he only seemed to encourage it even more by bringing a hand to your clit, rubbing it to give you more pleasure. “Oh m-my gosh, oh fuuuck…!” You cry out, throwing your head back as you reach your second orgasm of the night. Your sweet juices coat his entire cock, drenching his pants as he continues to fuck into you as if there's no tomorrow. The hypersensitivity of your post-orgasm makes it all the harder to remain calm as he bullies your cunt even harder, chasing your own release.

“You're doing so good, you're s-so good for me…” he moans, pulling back from your face as he focuses on fucking you. He watches your face in a daze, making sure he looks into your eyes. You're so perfect, you're so pretty, god who gave him you? You're the sweetest, most delicious thing ever-

He abruptly ejaculates hard deep into your womb.

Nanami stands there in slight shock, while you move your hand down to your abdomen, pressing it slightly to feel the little bump there, as a result of his sperm inside. As both of you lie there in a sticky, sweaty mess, he leans in again to give you a final peck on your lips.

Still sweet.

[couragemydearheart]

៚⋆˙⟡ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

# 01 — nanami kento x fem! reader # 02 — cw: fluff, soft soft nanami and soft soft reader because that man deserves all the happiness he can get # 03 — wc: 0.63k # 04 — an: so jujutsu kaisen is my latest obsession because i finished watching it just recently, and i just loved nanami so much, he didn't deserve what he got (like so many other favs T-T GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE) so i decided to shower him with some loveee

and since i obviously needed a push, i came across this post and i loved the prompts so much, so thanks to @urfriendlywriter (i was in desperate need of writing prompts and finding your post on my dashboard was a fucking blessing) this one-shot will be based off no. 7! the prompt for reference is: "that gaze— tired, soft, their thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching, silently mumbling an "i love you"."

anyways, apologies for the long ass author's note, hope y'all enjoy <3

"is that your favourite bread?"

those were your first words to nanami. and you found yourself repeating them quite often as your relationship with him evolved.

starting off as co-workers when you moved into town, you and nanami hadn't spoken a word to each other, or rather had never had a need to converse with the other until then. your co-workers were all friendly enough, but nearly all of them were older and had their own lives to be busy in. so you took it upon yourself to roam the new city on your own, finding and trying out new places, cute cafes, and of course your personal favourite: bakeries. a lover of all things sweet and savoury, you were nearly sure that you would open your own bakery after college were it not for this banking job you found. it was a shame you couldn't open your own place, but your new job paid you well enough to let you try out all the bakeries you wanted in peace. that was exactly how you came across this quaint little place a bit across town selling the most delicious bread.

so after spying the similar bread wrapping by his work desk nearly every week, you just hadn't been able to stop the words from leaving your mouth, especially since it was at the sight of a mutual interest.

it was however nanami's response that wasn't the same from the first time, and you were glad for it. when you asked him the question the very first time, he was rather indifferent, a bit surprised that someone had initiated conversation with him and slightly miffed about it interrupting his work. and now, nanami smiled at you fondly from the entrance of your shared kitchen where he leaned against the doorframe, before he took the bread from its place under his arm and placed it on the counter. "and yours, my love," he hums in reply to your question.

you couldn't help the giggle that slipped your lips at his reply as you turned the stove off and moved towards him. "mhmm." standing mere inches away from him now, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them up until your fingers deftly undid the knot of his tie as they'd done countless times before. "that it is. a favourite just as much as you are, kento."

you could have predicted his response to your corny line in your sleep, the shaking of his shoulders with his throaty chuckle paired with the slightest eye roll. your smile widened at the light in his eyes, and you gripped his now unknotted tie and pulled him closer to you until you could feel his warm breath fan across your lips as he spoke. "really? just as much as the bread, but not more?"

he was teasing you, and you clicked your tongue at him, eyes full of mirth looking up at him. "don't get ahead of yourself now darling, we may be married but that doesn't-"

your voice dissolved into shrieks and giggles as nanami's fingers tickled and teased at your sides and his teeth nipped at your neck. "okay, okay, kento!" another little bite. "ken- okay i was kidding!," you whined at your husband, making him finally relent.

"what was it you were saying just now?" he mocked. "wanna repeat it for me, darling?"

“nooo, ken you know you’re my favourite.” you smiled up at him, eyes shining with so much love for the man before you. “more than anything else.”

and that gaze— tired, soft, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching, silently mumbling an "i love you" before he presses a slow kiss to your lips and leans his forehead against yours. then he speaks.

"you're my favourite too, over everything else."

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — nanami didn’t see himself in kuantan, he saw himself with you.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ character — nanami kento (jujutsu kaisen)

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — angst, major character death

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — i haven’t gotten around to watching the rest of season 2 because of nanami’s death so pls forgive and ignore the inaccuracies 😇 also, reader is shorter/smaller than nanami

~

“Try not to stay overtime tonight,” you chirped as you kissed your husband’s cheek, seeing him out the door as he left for work. “I have a surprise for you.”

“I’ll make sure to be home on time, my love.” He gave you the small but sweet smile he only ever gives you, making you swoon. Even after years of being together, he never fails to bring butterflies in your stomach as he showed his love in so many ways.

As he walked out the door, you can’t help but call him back, “Wait, Ken.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. He knew he was going to be late. You knew he liked routines and hated it when they were broken, but that’s you. He would break every routine he has to cater to your needs.

You stepped closer to him and stood on your tiptoes as you placed a soft kiss on his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck. Almost immediately, he kissed you back, his hands on your hips.

When you pulled away, you looked him over, just like you do every time he left for work, but this time, you looked at him longer. This time, you felt compelled to as you whispered, worry flashing over your eyes, “Be careful out there, alright?”

He smiled at you in assurance, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. “I always am careful, my love. I have to get back home to you.”

Hours had passed since then. Nanami scowled as his eyes glanced briefly at his wristwatch. He was supposed to be home to you hours ago, yet here he was, running through the subway station as he exorcised curses left and right.

He was already planning on how to apologize to you when he got home. He was going to buy your favorite bread from the bakery if they were still open by the time he finished and cook for you for the whole week. Then, he abruptly stopped.

~

Nanami stepped into your shared home, the aroma of the food you were cooking immediately hit his senses, causing a smile to grow on his face.

He removed his coat and loosened his tie as he walked over to the kitchen, immediately seeing you in your own element as you cooked dinner for the both of you. He leaned against the wall as he continued watching you with a soft, fond smile on his lips when you turned around and your eyes immediately landed on him.

You glared at him playfully as you pointed the wooden spatula at him, “You’re late.”

“I know, my love, I’m so sorry.” He chuckled lightly as he walked over to you, his arms winding around you to pull you closer to him as he peppered your face in kisses.

“I told you I had a surprise for you.” Your lips curled downward in a small frown.

“I know, honey, I know. It won’t happen again, I promise,” he spoke softly, holding you close to him. “I’m here now, and I’m ready to know what your surprise is.”

~

Nanami breathed heavily, the immense pain shooting through his body with every breath he took. He could slowly feel the life leaving him, but all he could think of was you.

How were you feeling? Were you worried? Will you be okay?

Then, he slowly smiled as he thought, you’ll be okay. You’re strong. Stronger than he ever was, stronger than he will ever be.

He only had enough time to utter your name under his breath adoringly before he was gone.

~

You woke with a start, your heart beating out of your ribcage and sweat forming on your forehead as you lurched forward, sitting up on your bed.

Your arm instinctively reached out to Nanami’s side of the bed only to feel nothing but the cold sheets that haven’t been touched in over a week. You retracted your hand as if it the cloth had burned it despite its coolness.

It had only been a week since the incident, but you could no longer find it in you to cry. All you could do was lay in bed all day as you stared at the wall blankly. At times, you get up to drink a few glasses of cold water before going back to the bedroom.

And every time you step into the room, your eyes fall instinctively, not on Nanami’s untouched side of the bed, but on your nightstand where two pieces of paper lay.

Every time, you move to pick it up, letting your eyes roam the contents of the papers before tossing them back down, leaving the plane tickets abandoned on your nightstand.

Oh, Kuantan, you are nothing but a distant dream now.

[saetoshi]

there’s an unusual tranquility in his home. that’s the first thing nanami kento notices as soon as he steps through the front door.

it’s unsettling, almost—the silence. he’s used to you waiting for him by the door when he comes back from work, a tv show or a song playing in the background. it’s the highlight of his day, really. (seeing your sleeping face when he wakes up is a close second, though).

he sets his briefcase down on the floor, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he takes his shoes off. he’s hanging his jacket on the coat hanger when he smells something burning.

and then it’s almost like second nature—he sprints into the kitchen, a furrow to his brows that only comes from worry. the sight makes his heart ache.

he gently approaches you, crouching down next to you on the floor. he’s able to deduce what happened—the tears in your eyes; the faint traces of flour on the counters; the scent of burnt pastries.

but he still wants to know it from you.

so, he gently takes your hand, lifting it up to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. his heart breaks a little when he hears you sniffle. another kiss is pressed against the back of your hand.

he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, warmth flooding through his veins when you sidle closer to him.

“what’s wrong, my dear?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

a tear rolls down your cheek, quickly followed by another. and another. nanami scoops you into his arms as soon as you starts crying, kissing the top of your head.

he runs soothing circles on the small of your back until you’ve calmed down. he kisses your forehead when he feels you clutch the front of his shirt.

“i wanted to bake something for you,” you croak, replying to his earlier question. you sniffle, your lips trembling.

he patiently waits to see if you elaborate further. he kisses the top of your head again when you don’t.

“and it went wrong?” he gently asks, brushing away the faint trace of flour from your forearm.

“very wrong,” you reply, your voice cracking at the end. you rest your head on his shoulder, your hands playing with his tie.

“i wanted to have it done by the time you got home,” you softly add, twisting the end of his tie. a small smile tugs at your lips, your fingers delicately turning the piece of fabric.

nanami hums in thought, gently patting your waist.

“i’m sorry,” you quietly mumble. your fingers faintly tremble as you play with the tie, your eyes welling up with tears again.

nanami gently cups your cheek with his hand, tilting your head to the side before kissing your other cheek. “don’t apologize,” he whispers, “you meant well.”

“it went wrong,” you softly retort, a pout settling on your lips.

he offers you a warm smile, kissing your temple. “we can just make up for it, then,” he says.

a soft gasp leaves your lips as he stands up, holding you in his arms before setting you down on the countertop. you frown, your fingers curling around the edge of the counter as he kneels in front of the oven.

“you’re tired from work,” you say, peering down at his back. your nose scrunches up when he opens up the oven. you cough as he grabs a rag and swats the air, dispersing the burnt scent.

“that’s never stopped us before,” he points out, placing the rag down next to the sink before grabbing some mittens. warmth floods your cheeks, a soft huff leaving your lips.

your face scrunches up when he sets the pan next to you. there’s a sunken, charred loaf staring right back at you.

you feel his gaze on you. you look up at him, shrinking into yourself out of embarrassment. “it was supposed to be banana bread,” you mumble, weakly swinging your feet. “i read it was tasty with coffee,” you quietly add, looking down at the floor.

he rests one of his hands on your knee, his thumb rubbing your skin. “do you still have the recipe?”

you nod, gnawing on your lower lip as your gaze returns to his. “i saved it on my phone,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

“do we have leftover ingredients?” he asks, his tone patient. he softly pinches the skin of your knee when you nod, drawing out a soft yelp from your lips.

he hums, gently helping you down from the counter. “then, we can just make another loaf,” he says, kissing your forehead.

“what if it comes out wrong again?” you softly ask—both of you know it won’t happen, not with nanami there. still, he understands your apprehension.

“we’ll just make another one,” he replies, “and if that one comes out wrong—we’ll just keep trying until we get it right.”

the corners of his lips quirk up into a small smile when you hug him. “okay,” you whisper, giving him a soft squeeze.

nanami kisses the top of your head one last time before helping you prepare the ingredients again. and, suddenly, it’s as if nothing had been wrong in the first place. the charred loaf is long forgotten—replaced by another, much better version of it.

neither of you know it then, but it soon becomes a habit to bake together. (it also becomes nanami’s habit to take a slice with him to work. and, even later, it becomes a habit to take an extra slice for itadori).

[judasgot-it]

Hey guys... sugar daddy Nanami?

_________________________________________

Had you been someone else, this could legally be classified as "stalking" or "harassment" under the field of law.

But you were different. You weren't just a regular ol' nobody off the streets.

You were the person who you knew, once you finally got the courage to talk to him, would finally be able to live your lavish dreams.

Nanami wasn't just a normal man. Everything about him screamed that he was rich.

His suit? It was tailored, specifically from a tailor in Indonesia that was more than experienced.

His hair? You'd never seen it look messy. Where you worked, you'd seen rich salary men of all types have bad days. Not Nanami.

His tie was also custom. A man who could pull off print must be special.

Having him wasn't a want. It was a need.

So you had found that the one consistency he had in his life was a bakery. Rather normal, but you didn't know his exact job. Mafia? Banker? Maybe he liked the food there.

Whatever it was, you were going to get closer to him. God be damned.

It was easy to get a job anyway. You were overqualified - you had a degree, although it was rather useless. No one really cared for graphic design artists these days.

But the small bakery, just on the corner of a hidden street was hiring. An easy job to get, and it was perfect - Nanami loved that place, you knew because you followed him into that store every day. You would sit, across the street where the pigeons would perch, and watch him as he ordered his daily order of fresh bread.

Usually, you would try to think of stupid reasons to talk to him.

Trip and fall? Possibly, but you also liked your clothes too much to risk ruining them.

Hire a robber? You don't know if he would help, or trust that the person you hired off of Craigslist would actually not steal from you.

Go and actually talk to him? Sounds stupid...

So, being employed was your only option. You actually needed a job anyway, since the money from your last sugar daddy was drying up, but it was all good. Nanami seemed perfect. His pants were totally packing fat stacks of cash.

So that led you to now. This was your moment.

After months of using alternate accounts to message him on Facebook and LinkedIn, you found out exactly how to approach him. He was a man of culture, a man of good taste in bread, and you were well acquainted in trapping men into spending money on you.

Now was for him to get into your trap.

You were the only person working the cash register at the moment. It was unavoidable that he would talk to you. The bakery also had a lax dress code; you had the perfect outfit that he could see, based entirely on what you knew he liked.

So when he came, at the same time that he did every day, you were ready. Like a predator primed for its prey.

He saw you, noticing that you were new. There was a slight hesitation in his movements, but he was perfect at playing cool. He simply walked up to the register, ready to order.

The bakery was empty since it was in a relatively slow part of the city. Tucked and hidden away, he really knew how to choose the right spot. You were glad you were alone with him.

He tugged slightly at his tie - oh that dirty, dirty boy!

"Sorry can, I have a uh."

The blond paused for a second, licking his lips. They were a little dry, but that was fine. You already knew this fine detail about him, and prepared to give him yours.

He was bound to want you.

"I apologize, but can you lean your head forward a bit?"

There was a pause as you blinked at the man. Hesitantly, you complied.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, just stay calm."

Was this some sort of power play? Was he going to put his dick in your mouth?

The thought of that brought a small smile to your face.

But disappointingly, all you felt instead was a firm pat on your head Nanami's (frankly large) hand slapped it.

"Ow!"

"Sorry. There was a spider, I didn't want you to freak out and hurt the bread."

Nanami was looking at you as his hand was shaking. Was he scared of spiders or something?

"Do you want me to go put it outside for you?"

He frantically shook his head, turning towards the door.

"I don't believe in food contamination. I'll be back in a bit, just give me a moment. The spider is trying to fight back."

You couldn't respond after that, since the man ran outside to presumably release it.

What did he mean by it fighting back?

Whatever. You could wait for a couple of minutes.

After all, it gave you ample time to figure out your next course of action.

Should you drop a pick-up line to get his number? Technically you already had it, but you should still get it under normal means.

This was important. This man was gonna pay your bills since, you really couldn't ignore how behind you were on rent anymore.

Was he sexy? Yes. His money? Even sexier.

Those numbers really get a pussy revving.

Although as you stood there, leaning against the counter, you waited. And waited.

And waited.

It was most likely only 5 minutes but for you it felt more like forever. You were already close to the end of your shift, so why did he have the gall drag things out for so long?

But you were no ambush predator.

These things took time and patience.

So you would continue to wait.

.

Even as it lasted until past your closing time.

It was specially 2 minutes and 47 seconds past that, when you saw Nanami walk past your storefront.

You kept it open. Just for him.

Sometimes these call for desperate measures.

So, swallowing what little pride you had left (next to none) you ran after him, calling out to him as if there weren't pedestrians trying to mind their own business.

The bastard even had the gall to look at you as if you were crazy. You? Crazy?

No.

He was the one who forgot his brioche.

"How did you know I'd order brioche?"

Nanami was acting as if he some dark secret was found about his past. Not an obvious fact that anyone could find stalking his friends Facebook pages.

"You just."

Trying to make up a flimsy excuse on the spot was sometimes hard. It's a skill to be a liar.

"You look like a brioche guy."

Nanami looked at you from his exhausted eyes, carefully staring at the bag in your hands. You pushed it toward him, not letting him get away with a 'no'.

Carefully taking the bag from your hand, your fingers brushed slightly. The man smiled a soft smile at you before whispering cursed words you wouldn't ever forget -

"I'm not paying for this."

After that. He simply walked away.

You weren't sure if you wanted to see him again after that.

If he didn't want to pay for a fucking brioche, was he even going to pay for your rent?

You might be actually fucked.

Anyway, sorry for this, I'm not putting Mr. Beast over here since I can't find the image :( so here's this beautiful reigo ship edit I found on Twitter. I like to think y/n was depressed it didn't work out, so they took her out for mcdonalds (they'll let y/n live in the walls if worse comes to worse)

[seonghrtz]

𖤐ㅤ 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌. ๑ 𝗷𝗷𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗻 !

呪術廻戦 + femreader ! he accidentally touches your boobs. ／ suggestive fluff college au & mutual pining.

୨ৎㅤ𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖  !ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou and Suguru were best friends in high school and luckily the friendship continued until university. And at university, you not only shared a flat close to campus, but also became party friends.

It was almost impossible to see Geto at a party you weren't at, and vice versa. And it was very obvious the tension that existed between the two of you. Everyone could see that you two liked each other, except the two of you.

Unable to bear the denial of their feelings for each other any longer, Gojo and Shoko (who always witnessed the most deplorable scenes between you and Suguru) devised a plan so that the two of you could declare yourselves to each other.

Yeah, but did you read Gojo's name there? Well, the plan certainly didn't work as perfectly as it should have.

The plan was to lock you and Suguru in a closet and just leave you both there until one of you confessed how you felt.

Well, that part actually worked. The only problem was the force with which Gojo pushed Geto on top of you, causing Suguru to stretch out his hand to support the wall and not hurt you ⸻ trappin you between his body and the wall, without touching you. But he never touched the wall, instead he accidentally touched your boobs.

Suguru looked at his hands in surprise and tried to think about what had just happened and take them off your boobs, mumbling an apology.

And before you knew it, you were locked in a dark closet in a stranger's house while everyone was having fun in the pool area.

Well, that was certainly a long night…

୨ৎㅤ𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐  !ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou and Nanami met at the bakery. You were working a part-time job as a cashier, trying to gain experience to open your own bakery in the future, and Nanami used to visit the bakery because of the bread he loves. Since he was a regular, you started making small talk with him and eventually you became friends.

Nanami has always respected you in every way. He always helped you in all circumstances. He was always at your side when you needed him. And you always try to reciprocate his actions.

And when you heard that he was sick, you ran to his apartment as soon as you left work. It was rare for Nanami not to go to work (even though he hated it), but it was even rarer for him to catch a cold. And when you saw Nanami's pitiful state, you quickly jumped in to help him, despite his protests.

Taking care of him was as easy as slicing bread ⸻ well, only when he stopped complaining about the high chance of you getting sick because of him. And seeing that nothing could convince you otherwise, he simply gave up and let you take care of him, bringing him soup that you had cooked and the medicine he needed.

In a few minutes, after he drank the soup he started to feel drowsy ⸻ if he closed his eyes for more than five minutes he would surely fall into Morpheus's arms. But just as he stretched out his arm to reach the glass of water you had brought him to take his medicine, his hands accidentally touched one of your boobs.

It took Nanami a few seconds to realize what had happened and that he had grabbed your boobs instead of the glass of water. He faked a cough, feeling his body double in temperature, and apologized for the mistake.

୨ৎㅤ𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖  !ㅤㅤㅤㅤBeing Satoru's best friend was something ⸻ well, something you never thought you would be. But being his best friend means being an accomplice to his pranks and crazy ideas. Well, you could put up with his childish manners.

But you couldn't believe he actually got a soap football for his birthday party, even though he told you a million times. It didn't feel real. But there you are, covered in soap, running behind the ball, trying not to fall again. It was actually quite funny. Having all his and your friends ⸻ even Nanami ⸻ trying not to fall and everyone running around covered in soap.

And apparently you were the one who didn't know about Satoru's crush on you ⸻ which explains a lot about his behavior towards you. And at the moment, you were so focused on achieving a goal that you didn't notice Suguru and Shoko nodding to each other, preparing to put their plan into action.

And their plan actually works.

When Satoru starts running towards you to steal the ball, Suguru also starts running, "accidentally" bumping into Gojo and causing his white-haired friend to fall into you.

The thing was, none of you expected Gojo to end up with his face right between your boobs. And apart from feeling comforted by how soft your boobs seemed to be, Gojo couldn't deny how embarrassed he felt as he looked up at you, all red in his face.

Suguru on the other side got up and walked over to Shoko, who was laughing at the scene she had recorded on her phone. Even Nanami laughed weakly at the whole thing.

© seonghrtz, 2023. all rights reserved, please do not copy / steal / translate / modify any of my works !

[nyanaminsbread]

so imagine jujutsu tech era Gojo, Shoko, and Getou coming up with a plan to see Nanami's feelings towards Gojo ( also a prank to a certain extent ) - the prank is supposed to go like :

• Gojo pretends he's moving out of jujutsu tech and quitting the world of jujutsu sorcery

• profit ????????

The expected outcome all of them predicted was that Nanami probably wouldn't care much, he'd think it's another of Gojo's stupid pranks and ignore him

So on Plan™ day, Gojo packs his bags and his stuff are in boxes and Nanami is obviously like " what are you doing now, Gojo san " because he thinks it's one of Gojo's stupid ideas ( once, Gojo lay down in the middle of the road and got Getou to drive his motorbike towards him to prove his Infinity worked ), but Gojo goes, very matter of factly, " I'm leaving jujutsu tech " and Nanami goes " it's not even graduation yet " and Gojo replies, " No, no, Na~na~mi, I'm leaving the world of jujutsu sorcery for good !! "

And Nanami obviously is really upset because he has a crush on his Gojo senpai and before Gojo and Haibara, he didn't really have anyone who actually cared about him but now the person he loves is leaving and he tells himself it'd be better with a room to himself anyway and no more annoying Gojo pranks so he goes " okay, that's great, so hurry up and leave then "

And then a few minutes pass, and he goes, " Gojo san, this is a joke right ? It's another of your stupid pranks ? " And Gojo replies with " Nanami, why would I joke about this with you ? I'm really leaving " and Nanami gets upset, and goes " So you're abandoning us like this ? Abandoning the world of Jujutsu sorcery like this ? You're as good as leaving us to die, you're so selfish, Gojo san " and Gojo just replies with, " Na~na~mi, I recall you wanted me gone, so take it as an early birthday gift ~~ "

And in the end Gojo picks his bag up, hauls one box ( empty, Shoko, Getou and Haibara helped him keep his items in an empty storeroom on campus ), and goes, " Alright then, goodbye now, Na~na~mi~ " and Nanami's just standing there with a very broken expression on his face, and he goes, " Please don't leave, Gojo san, I'll miss you. People will miss you. " and because Gojo is an ass like this, he grins, turns around, and goes, " Okay then, show me how much you'll miss me ! " And Nanami just hugs Gojo and starts to sob and Gojo panics because now Nanami's full on sobbing, and he's like " Wait no Nanami don't cry please, it was a joke, I'm not going to leave, okay ? I promise I'll never quit the world of jujutsu sorcery, it was a prank so please don't cry okay ? "

Anyway after this the pranks stop because Gojo ignores Getou and Shoko for 2 days straight and in the end, Gojo and Nanami start dating. When Nanami gets cold or says something mean to Gojo, Gojo teasingly brings up when Nanami told him he'd " miss me(him) if I(he) left and cried allllll over my(his) uniform ~~ ahh Nanami you're so cute~~~ " and Nanami just immediately goes really red.

Also Getou and Shoko issue a sincere apology to Nanami and get bread for him as an apology gift, Gojo only forgives them because Nanami ended up dating him because of that prank.

[awarmcupofmilk]

✨JJK Men✨ 1st I love you’s 💕

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Yuuji, Megumi, Okkotsu

Gojo Satoru

You saying it first:

Pauses for a moment, eyes wide, then smirks and says it back all suave 

Or teases you about it (“Huh, what was that?” or “Thank you” 💀), but will end on a sincere note and you know he’s really happy

Him saying it first:

Either just casually drops the bomb and waits for you to process all smug (*you’re both working on reports* “Ya know Y/N, I love you 😏” askdfjasklfd)

Or really waits for the right moment to the point where you’re worried he’s taking too long to say it

After:

Starts saying it all the time

But likes to make it feel different for really special occasions (gets really serious when saying it for anniversaries and those extra-lovey-dovey moments)

Geto Suguru

You saying it first:

Lowkey more shocked than he should be 💀

Either composes himself and says it back smoothly or if you really caught him off-guard, will say it back all flustered (cuteee)

Him saying it first:

Sure to be suave about it (but then the look in his eyes makes it clear he’s actually kind of nervous)

Will probably take your hands in his or kiss you before saying it

After:

Says it very comfortably

Gets upset/petty and pouts/sulks if you don’t say it back (doesn’t matter if you’re teasing or genuinely didn’t hear it) – cute about it though, not actually angry or anything

Nanami Kento

You saying it first:

Lowkey upset you beat him to it LOL

Says it back really fast and will probably follow up with a forehead kiss or hug

Him saying it first:

Won’t take it lightly, will really wait for the right moment

Will probably hold your hand or say it after making you something to eat

After:

Still takes it seriously when saying it

Likes to say it for little things though (like when you really like the bread he got you from the bakery or you’re tired and fall asleep on his shoulder)

Itadori Yuuji

You saying it first:

Very shocked and blushes (cuteee)

Very happy though and says it back SO enthusiastically

Him saying it first:

Lowkey casual but very sweet about it

Will apologize like >~< if you mention he said it TOO casually (but you can tell he means it)

After:

Says it a lot, usually followed or preceded by a hug/kiss/general PDA, lots of smiling 😆

Still gets flustered if you say it first

Fushiguro Megumi

You saying it first:

Blushes and gets shy about it

Will say it back though (quietly)

Him saying it first:

Lowkey says it at a weird moment like when you’re both on a mission or eating takeout or something (he swears it felt like the right time)

If you’re shocked and look at him he’ll start blushing and get more flustered than you 😳

After:

Still really shy + awkward about saying it and blushes when you say it

On very rare occasions he’ll manage to be smooth about it but if you reciprocate he’ll get flustered again LOL

Yuta Okkotsu

You saying it first:

Really sweet and shy

Says it back with a little smile

Him saying it first:

Soft and sweet about it

SO easy to tease, and will get all flustered (do say it back though, or he’ll be sad)

After:

Tries to say it more often but gets flustered (again, SO easy to tease)

Will do something cute like take you hand in his or hug you along with saying it

✧ Masterlist ✧

[suzloo]

Hey you could do a little scenario where the Alpha reader is a teacher at JJK Academy and Nanami's partner, alpha is weird when he's around Gojo because Nanami is pregnant and still in her 2 weeks and he doesn't want to be bothered mostly by a White-haired teacher, but gojo being gojo tries to extract information from Nanami's alpha and finds out and marvels that he will finally be an uncle. (sorry for english, it's not my first language and i'm not fluent)

Meddling Gojo (Pregnant Omega Nanami x Alpha Reader)

(note: instead of 2 weeks, Nanami is 4 weeks pregnant since that's when pregnancy is mostly detected)

^

- Gojo immediately senses that something is up with Nanami when he comes to visit you at the Academy. His scent is slightly off and he's not wearing his complete usual outfit, he's wearing his blue button up with tan stretch pants designed to look like slacks.

- Gojo also notices a shift in Nanami's mood, noticing that he's visibly happier and smiling when he's around you. He even nuzzles up against your neck and purrs in public.

- Things really got strange when you snapped and growled at him for trying to greet Nanami, only to apologize a second later.

- Now Gojo is on a personal mission to find out what's going on with Nanami but Nanami just shuts him down with mundane preprepared answers that don't have an ounce of truth behind them.

"Your scent smells weird today." Gojo said, following Nanami as he started to head towards the door.

"It reacts weird with my new cologne." Nanami replied, trying to pick up his walking pace without seeming suspicious.

"You're wearing stretch pants. You never wear stretch pants, you said they're tacky." Gojo hummed, keeping up with Nanami.

"I spilled wine on my regular pants and my others are still at the cleaners." Nanami answered swiftly.

"What about you nuzzling and purring up against (Y/N) ? You always said that you couldn't stand PDA." Gojo said, moving in front of Nanami to stop him from walking.

"Is it a crime to want to be affectionate with my mate ?" Nanami scoffed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." he said, moving past Gojo. Gojo knew that he was getting nowhere so he decided to ask the person closest to Nanami. Nanami's Alpha.

- Gojo is disappointed when you immediately shut him down and tell him that there's nothing nothing wrong with Nanami and that he's just delusional.

"Kento is completely fine, I don't know what you're on about." You say, rolling your eyes as you go back to reading.

"This isn't just about Nanamin, It's about you too." Gojo says. "You've been hovering over him and you almost bit my head off for saying hi to him."

"You just got a little too close for comfort and I got startled, that's all." You insist, growing agitated at Gojo's persistence. Gojo sighs and decides to let it go. For now.

- Gojo doesn't bring it up again until the next day when he sees you having lunch with Nanami and Nanami turns his head away from the bread that he usually eats, saying that he feels sick just smelling it and instead eats a bowl of kishimen noodles. Nanami hates kishimen noodles.

- Gojo is there in an instant, rambling about how something's off and that he's not going to leave you two alone until you tell him what's going on.

- You and Nanami look at each other and sigh, deciding that the only way to get peace is if you tell him but that backfires completely.

"I'm pregnant." Nanami says over Gojo's rambling that had suddenly came to a stop. It's silent for a moment as Gojo put the pieces and clues together. The changes in scent and mood... wearing roomier clothes... eating things that he normally wouldn't eat... Suddenly the bulb went off in Gojo's head at the realization and he let out a joyous cheer.

"You're gonna be an Omi ?!?" He yells, grabbing Nanami's hand. He looks at you and grabs your hand too. "Which means you're gonna be an Api !"

"Just don't go telling everyone yet, Kento and I wanted to wait until he made it past the first trimester before we started telling anyone just to be safe." You say sternly.

"Yes, I'm only 4 weeks along so I would appreciate it if you'd keep your mouth shut until the start of my second trimester." Nanami said.

"Don't worry, you can count on Uncle Gojo !" Gojo said. "As long as you name your pup after me of course !"

Both Nanami and you sulked at the thought of that as Gojo sped off in excitement, gushing about how he'll teach the pup everything he knows and will spoil them like a great Uncle would.

"We should have just lied and told him that I had a terminal illness." Nanami said, turning to look at you.

"Like he'd ever believe that." You said, rolling your eyes.

[angry-geese]

Hello! I saw you requests were open, if they aren't you can totally ignore this! :)

I was wondering a platonic scenario with a fem! Reader with Nanami and Ijichi. (If it's too difficult for ijichi just Nanami) the reader enters the jujutsu high because she wants to be just like ijichi, an assistant or secretary, like wants to be in the jujutsu world but not exactly in the spotlight or is against fighting (?) She admires both of them a lot, how they have infinite patience and almost seeing them as a parental figure.

(I imagine this case being similar to Ino's)

I wanna see the reactions of them when the reader one day ask for permission to fight, and turns out they were a special grade sorcerer lol

Sorry for mistakes! English isn't my first lenguage.

thank you in advance ♡

Of course <3

Platonic Nanami Kento x Reader, plus some platonic Ijichi x Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence. Minor blood and injury. Reader pulls a Yuuta in this (it'll make sense if you've read chapter 172 skhdkdhd), fem!reader

a/n: I don't go into detail about the reader's cursed technique but it's implied she can use a reversed cursed technique. Most of this was edited on mobile so apologies for any formatting errors! <3

Word count: just under 3.6k :)

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It takes you a moment to register that the ringing you hear is your phone, not your alarm.

You sit up and squint. No light comes in through the cracks in your curtains. The alarm clock on your side table reads 5:30. Another thirty minutes before it's supposed to go off. There's no caller ID. So you turn your phone to silent and close your eyes. Nearly ten minutes pass as you wait for sleep, yet it never comes. Your mother always asks you what it's like living in Tokyo. It's such a dangerous city, she'd say. Not a good place for young women on their own. You'd remind her that cities are the same everywhere, and that Tokyo is nothing new. You lie in bed for as long as possible, wishing for the day to not start. But you can only lay there as the sun drags you into this dreaded day.

You put the kettle on to boil. There's a knock at the door.

Nanami.

He stands with his umbrella held open. His hair is wet, much like he was caught in a downpour. The outside air has a stale feeling to it, signaling more rain. The light from your porch casts harsh shadows across Nanami's face, making him look much more stern than he really is.

“I called, but you didn't answer.” He says.

"I'm sorry," you say, "if I had known you were going to stop by, I would have gotten dressed."

"There's no need to apologize," he says. "If I wasn't in the area, I would have given you more warning before stopping by. I’ve been assigned a job in Hokkaido, to exorcize a grade two curse that’s been discovered there. I figured I'd stop by before heading to the train station.”

You watch as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. He looks as if he’s about to ask to come in, but decides against it at the last second.

“Would you like some coffee?” You ask. “I just put the water on to boil.”

“That sounds nice,” he says with a nod.

You gather two mugs from your cabinet. You're out of creamer, but there's a can of sweetened condensed milk in your cupboard. You make a mental list of some things to pick up at the supermarket today: rice vinegar, milk, flour. Nanami takes his coffee plain—you remember that. You fill each cup with the thin, dark liquid, leaving some room in yours.

"I got this new bread—from the bakery down the street, if you'd like some. It's cinnamon, and hazelnut." You say. "Supposedly the nuts were imported from the US. I don't know if I believe that, though. Have you ever been there, Nanamin?"

"A few times," he says, taking a sip of his coffee.

He refuses to elaborate further. Your attempt at idle small talk has fallen flat on it's face.

"Have any civilians come across it?" You ask. “This cursed spirit, I mean.”

He nods. "That's how it was discovered—a fisherman reported strange lights and noises coming from an abandoned building, yet was too frightened to investigate. Another sorcerer was dispatched, but was unsuccessful in exorcizing it."

“Any casualties?”

“Yes.” He says. He speaks clinically, and coldly. It's the same tone he always takes on when speaking about work. “A group of teenagers snuck into the building. One survived, and is still in critical condition. The other died on the way to the hospital. At the moment, it's being covered as a gas leak, and the public is advised against going near it. This curse supposedly isn't very tough, but it's intelligent, and is proving to be a problem for anyone who comes across it.”

In one swig, he drains the last of his coffee. You move to pour him another. The slice of bread in front of him remains untouched. Yours is in the same state. You pick at the crust, but can't bring yourself to take a bite.

“Can I come with you?” You ask, suddenly.

Nanami recoils. Though whether this is from shock, or something else entirely, you can't tell. You like to think of yourself as good at reading people. A sorcerer has to be. In your line of work, that can be the difference between life or death. But Nanami Kento has always stumped you, and you’ve never been able to figure out why. He’s straightforward in everything he does. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to communicate that. There's never been an ulterior motive to his actions. Yet you often find yourself confused as to what he may be thinking.

“It's your day off, are you sure you want to go?" he says, finally. “You likely won't be receiving any pay for this. And it's an overnight trip, meaning we’re staying at a hotel up there."

You nod. "I could use the practice. I'm getting rusty doing all this manager training."

Nanami sighs. Whether with exasperation, or something else, you can't tell. "As long as you're not overworking yourself. Ijichi is already at the hotel. He’ll fill us in on the rest of the information when we arrive there.”

It doesn't take you all that long to get ready on a normal day, and today is no exception to that. Alongside your purse, you gather an overnight bag of clothes, and some travel-sized toiletries. You wouldn't dare use hotel shampoo on your hair. Most of this is already put together, as in your earlier days in this job you saw plenty of overnight trips. When you’re going to be leaving for a different city at a moment's notice, things like this are a lifesaver.

You arrive at the train station with roughly five minutes to spare. Less time than Nanami would prefer to have, but still on time. With him, if he’s not fifteen minutes early to an event, he considers himself late. As you started your career at Jujutsu Tech, training under him, that took you longer to figure out than you'd like to admit. Nanami would always get so agitated if you showed up with five minutes to spare. In the few minutes it takes you to purchase a ticket, the train has shown up.

A train ride from Tokyo to Hokkaido runs just about four hours. If you were to go by plane, it would take a little under two. It's just after one by the time you arrive in Hokkaido, and exactly fifteen minutes after that, you’re at your hotel.

There's not much time to rest, as there’s a knock at the door once you finally sit down. Ijichi. He greets you with a nod. His hands are folded neatly in front of him.

“I’ll explain on the way.” He says.

You take that as your cue to gather your things, and step out into the hall.

“We’re looking at a semi grade one curse,” Ijichi says. “Originally it was classed as a grade two, but the higher ups have since changed their rating. It's physical strength is only that of a grade two, but it's intelligent enough that it's managed to evade all other attempts of exorcize it.”

So that's why they called in Nanami.

You wish you had time to pick up lunch before work, but coffee will have to do. Knowing Nanami, he’ll want to check out a restaurant afterwards. He always does when you’re on out-of-town jobs like this.

“Currently, we have the building closed to the public.” Continues Ijichi. “On public records, it's a gas leak. Civilians are being advised to stay away while ‘repairs’ are being made.”

“What was the building used for originally?” You ask. “Was it a school?”

Ijichi shakes his head. “It was last used as a convenience store. Before that, a bakery. But it's been abandoned since the nineties.”

“What about the land?” Asks Nanami. “Any burial grounds nearby?”

“Up until the sixties, the land was nothing more than an empty field.” Ijichi says. “There's no records of any burials taking place nearby. The area itself holds little religious significance.”

There's a blast of humid air as you step out onto the sidewalk. The air has a stale feeling to it, as if it’ll rain soon. The day is setting out to be warm and muggy.

He leads you to a black car. The windows are tinted to the point that seeing inside is impossible. Nanami takes the passenger seat, leaving you to sit in the back. You complain loudly, but he silences you with a glare.

“Are there records of any deaths in the building?” You ask.

Again, Ijichi shakes his head. You frown.

The lack of records doesn't mean much. A death could have occured on the property, and have been covered up. Such a thing isn’t unheard of. If the death was violent enough, it creates the perfect conditions to grow a curse. Especially if the deceased doesn't get a proper burial.

The curse you’re dealing with must be young.

The drive is only about fifteen minutes, and the remaining part of the ride is silent. Slowly the buildings begin to thin out, leaving you in a sparsely populated part of town. The road is rough here. At some point in time it starts raining.

Ijichi opens the car door for you, and you step out. The air smells heavily of rain.

The building itself is in good shape, considering its age, and lack of maintenance. There's yellow tape across the front door. Plenty of warning signs are laid about. Not that it stops everyone from entering.

“Just… stay behind me,” Nanami says. “No wandering off. No rushing into danger. No needlessly throwing yourself into the middle of a fight.”

“Those last two are the exact same thing,” you say.

He glares back at you.

“I'll be alright,” you say, smiling weakly. “I had the best teacher after all!”

Nanami narrows his eyes. “Gojo?”

He only looks more confused when you laugh.

The smell is the first thing to hit you. The sickeningly sweet smell of decay, barely masked by the scent of wood rot, and residuals. The inside of the building has been gutted. No furniture remains. Much of the wall panels have been stripped away, revealing pipes and wiring. The beady eyes of a rat glint at you from the corner of the room. It quickly scurries away as you step closer. Glass crunches underfoot as you approach the counter. The cash register remains, but is rusted, and empty. Among the things left behind are an open sign, a single table, and a vending machine. Many of the tiles are water damaged, and warped.

“See anything?” You ask.

“No.” Nanami says. “It may be too early in the day for this curse to come out. We’ll have better luck once the sun begins to set.”

The door to the basement is chained, and padlocked. The smell grows much stronger the closer you are to it.

A pair of bolt cutters would fix that chain right quick. The lock is pretty rusty too, you doubt it would be very difficult to just break it off- maybe with a rock or something.

"I'm guessing that lock is there for a reason," Nanami says.

Of the talents you’ve picked up at Jujutsu Tech, getting into places where you’re not supposed to be is one of them. From your hair, you sacrifice two bobby pins. You wedge the two bent pins into the lock. It takes a bit of fumbling. The angle it's at makes this a lot more difficult than it needs to be. The padlock comes free with a pop!

Nanami gives you a look that can be read as both pride and disappointment. As you step between him and the doorframe, he blocks your way with his arm. "You're a manager," he says. "It's best if you assist from the sidelines. There's no need for you to take on this fight."

There's a few inches of standing water in the basement. You only realize this as you reach the bottom of the stairs, and step directly in it. You grimace at the feeling of water soaking through your shoes. It's too dark to get a good view of it, but you’re certain that water isn't clear.

The water ripples as a set of eyes fall on you. They’re set low in the water, making it appear much deeper than it really is. The stench of decay hangs so heavy in the air that it chokes you. They sit above the water for a moment, before disappearing below it.

Nanami is quick to draw his blade, holding it close to his body. The air grows heavy with the sudden swell of his cursed energy.

“Someone’s died here.” You say quietly. Recently.

That's when a set of hands reaches out and pulls you into the barrier.

This room looks identical to the last, except it's mirrored, and there's more water damage on the ceiling. It looks as if this place was submerged entirely at one point. The bitter smell of cursed energy is hardly noticeable over the smell of wood rot. Somewhere in the dark, the sound of something dripping is audible.

A cold feeling crawls up your spine. As something else enters the barrier behind you, the feeling of cursed energy becomes immense. The water around your ankles turns black in color, and rises slightly.

The curse itself is rather skeletal in nature. Long, stringy hair hangs in its face. In the dark, it's nearly impossible to get a good look at it, but you’re certain that’s a few arms too many. When it stands on its hind legs, there's no way it's less than twelve feet tall. It has to duck, or else it's head hits the ceiling. Both sets of its eyes fall on you.

Its arm comes down hard to the left, hitting the ground with enough force to crack it. Foul smelling water splatters across the room. The dark color of it is much more obvious now. It has a strange metallic smell to it.

Something cold and boney wraps around your ankle, invisible under the water, before tugging on it violently. You hit the ground hard, black water splashing all around you. You let that cursed energy flow into your fingertips, gathering in strength. You bring your fist out, catching the curse square in its stomach. It gives way with a crunch! Part of its body is blown away with the force. And it recoils, letting out a screech so terrible that you clamp your hands over your ears. It does little to block out the noise. Momentarily, you're deafened.

This time you’re much less prepared for its attack. A clawed hand comes down hard on your left, and if you hadn't moved back, it would have torn well through your torso. You reinforce your arms with cursed energy, avoiding any major damage, but it still hurts. This curse doesn't appear to be tiring out any time soon. Keeping your limbs reinforced with cursed energy throughout the entirety of a fight isn't impossible, but it's no easy feat. It diverts force away from your attacks, leaving you weaker in that regard. Using your cursed technique risks damaging this building, and in turn, bringing it down all around you.

And as you scramble to your feet, you can't help but wonder what Nanami would do

As you step back, your foot falls through something with a crunch! A ribcage. The rest of the skeleton is not far from it, barely visible above the water, which has risen significantly now, lapping at your ankles. The bones are brittle and bleached, as if they’ve been left in the sun for days.

He would warn you to only use your cursed technique as a last resort. Don't risk bringing the building down.

The cursed energy in the air swells suddenly. The fragments of bone and flesh that were blown away in your initial hit are sticking back to the body, forming a slimy substance. In an instant, the curse is sinking back below the water. The depth of the water doesn't appear to matter to it; as long as there’s standing water, it can sink below it. That's going to be a problem.

Slowly your hearing begins to return. The lack of one sense leaves you uneasy. By sight alone, tracking a curse is no easy feat. It's possible, but tough.

You watch the ripples in the water as they disappear beneath the stairs. The water is up to your knees. You allow more cursed energy to gather in your hands, before bringing them back to your ears, letting that reverse cursed energy to take effect. It feels as if your wounds are being filled with hot wax.

When something else enters the barrier, it feels familiar. It's a human—a sorcerer—not a curse. Nanami.

This time, you’re unable to brace for it. The force of the hit is enough to knock the air from your lungs, sending you back into a wall. Your limbs are refusing to listen to what you’re telling them to do. A sharp pain settles in your chest.

You're definitely getting rusty.

A clawed hand presses against your shoulder, shoving you back into the wall. Little pinpricks of blood form where its nails graze across your skin. Long stringy hair hangs into your face, brushing across your forehead. When the curse opens its mouth, a wave of foul-smelling breath assaults you. Your hands wrap around its wrists in a weak attempt to pry it off.

Switching from using reverse cursed energy, to using your cursed technique has never been easy. Even at your strongest, it was never something you got the hang of. And as you began working as a manager, mastering such a thing was never a priority of yours.

The closest parts of you to this curse are your hands, and your face.

You lean in, press your lips against the curse’s—well, teeth—and blow. It must be unable to regenerate itself when reverse cursed energy is used on it, because when its wrist, and part of its skull are blown away, it stays damaged.

A set of hands are pulling you from the water. At first you resist, believing it to be another curse, but these hands are too warm to be a spirit. You can't tell if Nanami wants to slap you, or hug you. Most likely the former, as you’re covered in nasty water, and blood.

The air feels lighter with the disappearance of this cursed spirit.

"What took you so long?" You ask, grinning.

He definitely wants to slap you. "We found a body." He says.

"There's more than one," you say, motioning to the skeleton.

Nanami's brows knit.

"So this was used as a dumping ground," you say. By who? A serial killer? “We’ll have the bodies identified, and cremated, then returned to next of kin. And hopefully that stops anything from coming back.”

"You need a shower," says Nanami, collapsing against you in a hug.

You allow yourself to rest against him, your arms wrapping around his waist. He smells faintly of coffee, and lavender shampoo. The marks that your wet shirt leaves against his are almost comical. And though he says nothing else, the look on his face resembles pride.

By the time you head back outside, the sun is just beginning to set. You’re not certain how long you were trapped in that barrier, but it must have been a while. Golden streaks of sunlight crest through rain clouds. It reminds you of that one rhyme your mother would say when you were little: red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.

Ijichi is sitting on the steps outside, and he looks as if he could pass out. For a moment, you're certain he's going to. He's a few shades paler than normal. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. His glasses have fallen down low on his nose. Nanami heads straight for the car.

"You're bleeding," he says, quietly.

You hold out your hands, letting your reversed cursed technique take effect. The wound on your shoulder heals much slower than the ones on your hands.

“I’ll be alright,” you say. “But, if it makes you feel better, I’ll stop by Shoko’s on the way back, and see what she thinks.”

Ijichi smiles weakly. “Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't understand why you chose to be a manager.” He says. “Your skills as a sorcerer are more suited for combat.”

You shrug. “I guess I’m just not into the idea of being in the spotlight, you know? Fighting isn't as glamorous as everyone tries to make it out to be. And besides, if I were to be a sorcerer like Nanami, or Gojo, I’d have to deal with the dumb politics of the Jujutsu clans.” You say. “This way it still feels like I’m making a difference, just in the way I know best.”

He nods. Part of you expects him to say more. To question you further. But you have the impression that Ijichi's ideals aren't all that different from your own.

"Plus," you add, "If I did Nanamin's job every day, I'd be putting him out of business."

"I highly doubt that," Nanami calls from the car.

"You know, I think I earned a cut of the pay," you say, "since I exorcised that curse for you."

Nanami's gaze lowers into a glare. The vein on his forehead is more prominent than before. "No way," he says. "We already discussed this."

"Dinner, then?" You ask. "I saw a Thai place on the way here."

"Deal," he says.

[shokami]

santa baby . . . ; gojo satoru

synopsis ; a small town florist finds themselves moving across the country to tokyo, after a childhood friend promised to help fund their new business in the city… from flowers, to accidental meetings, and hidden worlds — will lies and fear of the unknown turn into a christmas dream, or an aching heartbreak?

authors notes: and with that, santa baby is OFFICIALLY completed. this was a wild journey, because it’s the only series i’ve ever felt the need to actually finish. thank you loads for all of the support, and kind words as the story progressed. much love, jin xx

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where are they now? headcanons.

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i know you're asking the question. where are they now? did they get the happy ending they deserved after everything was said and done? where are the students? did suguru reconcile his ideals, and grow? did satoru find peace within himself, and find the time to grow a life with y/n?

… well, about that. it's been five years. so, let's have a look.

the explanation behind the betrayal of mei mei, and the doom of toji: years ago, when toji had met y/n… he really did fall in love with them. the idea of y/n terrified him. especially considering what clan they had been born into. with the choke hold the zen'in clan had on him, he had no choice but to murder their clan and parents. the closer he got to y/n after that, he knew of his own emerging feelings. he had never felt like that with anyone before, at least, after megumi's mother. when he thought he killed y/n, deep down he knew they survived. years were spent hoping, and wishing they never resurfaced. until the zen'in clan caught wind of them being alive. even after escaping his clan, he was never fully free of them bending him to their will. he was sent to find mei mei, and explain that if she did not help in assisting in the murder of y/n and gojo, they would kill her brother, and find a way to kill megumi. mei mei, had no intention of ever killing y/n. her idea was to 'slip up', and throw a fit of rage at the gala. that day, she knew that if she died, y/n and her brother would be safe. toji on the other hand, he only ever planned on killing satoru. he and mei mei were in agreement. if they died, no one else had to.

about a year after that accident, y/n found three letters. one addressed to megumi from toji, and the other two to them. it was an apology on both of their behalfs, and an explanation. it was the true closure, and release y/n needed. after that… they visited both of their graves every day.

nanami kento: after some time, when the sorcerer world finally came to a calming state, he felt he was of no more use to their society. after one too many trips to local bakeries around tokyo, he met a girl who made a suggestion on a type of bread he had to try! this girl excelled in engineering, and worked in a lab in shibuya center. she became everything to him. not wanting to blossom his relationship with her on a lie, he told her about his life and what he had done. to his surprise, that hadn't made her run away from him. retiring from being a sorcerer, he moved to a small town outside of tokyo with his girlfriend. granted, that wasn't until after he got his long awaited vacation to malaysia. nowadays, he has a white cat named finn, that reminds him a little too much of gojo. as well as two beautiful children, loana maria, and andrei. currently, they're planning their wedding.

shoko ieiri and utahime iori: shoko ended up moving schools, and became a doctor at the kyoto sister school. uta, on the other hand, is now the principal at the kyoto school. after years of dating one another, the two women decided it was finally time to tie the knot. they've now been married for three years. they ended up adopting a little girl that stumbled upon the schools' campus, lost, wounded, scared, and alone. after some time, they realized she had her own cursed techniques. in due time, they'd enroll her into the school and further teach her. for now, she's a part of a human elementary school, while being taught about the sorcerer world at home. currently though, shoko is trying to convince uta to let her buy a few cats and let them roam around the school.

fushiguro megumi: is now a special grade sorcerer, taking up where gojo left off. on the side, he assists the school on mentoring students, training them, and monitoring them on missions. he excelled rather quickly, and had his heart set on becoming a powerful sorcerer after the death of toji, and the accident that happened merely two years afterwards. though he is known to still be somewhat of a hardass, and a brat, he still has a soft spot for those he's close with, and his students. they are everything to him, as every student he sees, reminds him of his once existing friend group. recently, however, he's been working on correcting the zeni'n clan with maki.

itadori yuuji: a few months after where they all used to be, they had retrieved the remaining fingers belonging to sukuna. now, with the higher ups being replaced, yuuji no longer had a target painted on his back. after consuming the last finger, it appeared as though they had nothing to worry about with him being sukuna's vessel. they had been wrong. two years in, sukuna decided he was tired of playing around. for one final time, sukuna took over. this led to a heart winching fight, as everyone tried desperately to make sure yuuji survived in the end… when it was all said and done, yuuji sacrificed himself, and made peace with dying at the hands of megumi and satoru.

kugisaki nobara: after the loss of itadori, she took it pretty hard. she went on to leave the sorcerer world, as she could no longer take the mental pain of continuing to see people she cared about lose everything they fought for, and their lives. she went on to travel the world to experience other countries and cultures. today, she owns a clothing shop in shibuya. though, when they're in desperate need, she won't shy away from lending a hand to the school's. before, she had distanced herself from her friends, but after healing, she now see's megumi and everyone else regularly. 

yuuta okkotsu: is now the principal of the tokyo school. after gojo stepped down, it was rightfully supposed to be passed onto geto– but that isn't now it went. ontop of being the principal, he is a special grade sorcerer, and has taken the reins from gojo, as the world's most powerful sorcerer that's active. although he and megumi are nearly on par, yuuta still outranks him in power and strength. after spending years discovering himself, he is proud in taking up the mantle for his former sensei and mentor. 

geto suguru: was supposed to become the next principal of the tokyo school, however he was pushed further beyond, and became the top sorcerer within the ranks of the higher up's. he is now the one in charge of making sure the sorcerer world no longer peaks in corrupt activity, and makes it safe for all of the new generations to come. with him in charge, he ensures to protect the ideals his best friend had within this world. it took time to change his view on humans, and life, but surely enough, he bettered himself with the help of his friends.

i bet you're still wondering where gojo and y/n are… well, they've faced many trials together. some that were simply in the bounds of their relationship, others that were a face off against life and death. they've come a long way with one another, but despite that, they will never be the same as they once were. remember some time ago, when i mentioned their love story would end in either blissful and ignorant love… or heartbreak and disaster? well. for them, this was a story of both. you can't have love, without disaster… as long as they're strong enough to prevail in the depths of this world– together.

gojo satoru: he dreamed of a world of peace. he yearned to create a safety net for sorcerer's finding their way. he was desperate to craft a semblance of light for his kids, his love, his friends, and the humans that were trying to live their lives. satoru thought he had finally accomplished that, despite his never ceasing fear. it turned out… he was wrong. satoru had a job to finish, and it was to find each and everyone of the cursed objects belonging to sukuna. he had hoped, with any luck, along the way they would find a way to save itadori. that didn't happen. in the process of the battle, they lost many things.

sukuna had betrayed the word he gave yn, though perhaps that was their own fault. the promise to protect those y/n cared about, was only during that dreadful gala. so two years later. he extracted his revenge on the sorcerer world. although, he was not successful, he did win in some sense. in the process of the formidable fight, gojo was nearly taken down alongside yuuji. in a moment of weakness, his infinity slipped from his grasp. sukuna targeted y/n, and in an attempt to protect them, gojo mistepped.

satoru no longer wears his glasses or blindfold due to the six eyes technique… instead, he wears them to hide the scars. both eyes were brutally slashed, leaving him completely blind in both eyes. had six eyes not relied on every sense, it would have rendered that technique useless. now, he suffers ten times worse. being overstimulated from cursed energy, as well as his own, it causes a burn behind his eyes that leads to migraines and days on end of not being able to leave his house. the loss of his sight made him rely more on hearing, and the constant sounds became too much. these days, the only sound that offers peace is the sound of y/n's voice. after becoming blind, and losing itadori, gojo retired from the sorcerer world. he now lives in okinawa, enjoying the sounds of the beach waves, and being with y/n… at least when the guilt isn't eating him alive.

… y/n on the other hand? they lost many things. their flower shop, and even both of their friends. as they had become a target of sukuna, as well. during that fight of bloodshed, their throat had gotten nearly crushed by the curse. for months, they were mute. no words could be spoken, and it had put a great strain on their relationship with gojo. as he could not see, and they could not speak. they relied on physical touch alone. after some time though, shoko was able to use her reversed techniques on y/n to heal their vocal chords. however, they lost the ability to ever create a perfect harmony again. this mirrored the loss of their cursed techniques, chaotically, and perfectly.

unfortunately… shoko had not been strong enough to reverse the blindness that gojo now suffered from.

after all the pain and loss– they have now found some semblance of peace and serenity. knowing the sorcerer world was now in good hands, they both agreed to live a life without regret or interruptance. after some strings were pulled, between their kids, and their friends, they were pronounced 'dead' to the sorcerer world. geto and shoko find most of their free time spent in okinawa, spending days of peace with their best friends. megumi, nobara, and yuuta still visit. as well as nanami, who sat aside his journey of pretending to be annoyed by gojo. 

… with their fake deaths, they were no longer targets.

when you find true love, it's worth dying for. most importantly, it's worth living for. so, that is what they did. with that sealed promise, they loved one another… like no one had ever done before.

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[roscgcld]

Dad!Nanami taking his kiddo to McDonald’s after school. Gettin her a happy meal after school 😮‍💨 only to have Nanami wipe her daughters cheeks bcs she be eatin a lil to fast

Dad!Nanami who brings her to McDonald's whenever the toys in the happy meal set it something that his daughter likes, like My Little Pony or something like that. Dad!Nanami who would glance at the menu on the McDonald's that is near the bakery he visits to grab some fresh bread at the end of the month to see the new line of toys and planning when to surprise his daughter.

Dad!Nanami who loves it whenever his daughter's eyes brighten up in excitement at the sight of the fast-food restaurant, knowing that her father hates eating there since it is unhealthy. But he will put that aside so she can go and grab one of the toys, watching her with a smile as she excitedly ate her McNuggets and somehow getting the ketchup sauce on her nose.

"You've got a little somewhere, princess," Nanami said with a chuckle as he grabbed the handkerchief from his pocket, shaking it out before he carefully wiped her face clean of sauce. He can't even find it in his heart to get mad when she just gave him a sheepish smile after he's done, mumbling an apology as she takes a sip from her drink. One that Nanami took from her tiny hands so she does not end up dropping it and spilling it everywhere.

He can't even find it in himself to get annoyed when she would touch things with her greasy hands, quietly cleaning his watch and phone from grease before he leads her to the sink to wash her hands clean; making sure that her hands were squeaky clean from all the grease before he dries them with a tissue at a tissue dispenser.

Dad!Nanami who just breaks the rules for his daughter from time to time because he just cannot handle her cuteness at all.

[athensgorgia]

Jealous Gojo x female reader

Summary: Gojo is running all your dates with potential partners. He just doesn't know why yet.

Warnings: Mature language and suggestive themes

Gojo was sitting next to you.  Why the fuck was he sitting next to you.  For the first time in your life you had a date and Gojo decided to tag along.  "Get the fuck out of here before my date gets here or so help me god I will kill you!" you seethed.  Gojo payed your threats no mind flagging down a waiter "I want whatever cake you have.  What about you y/n-chan?" he asks nonchalantly.  "I want you to leave." you say in an exasperated tone.

     "Now, now y/n-chan.  We can't have that now can we?  What if he's a total wierdo?" Gojo insists.  "You're the one who is being wierd!  I didn't even tell you I was on a date!  How did you even know!?" you cried.  "Well when something is really important I make it my business to know what is going on.  Especially when it comes to my little  y/n-chan."  Gojo explains ruffling your done up hair afterwards.  "Ugh, I'm not a little kid anymore you have to start letting me go." you sigh.

     You think you've finally gotten through to Gojo.  He turns to you and sighs.  "That lipstick is so not your color." Gojo scoffs.  Gojo then takes his hand and starts forcibly rubbing his thumb on your lips to remove the makeup.  You Immediately start trying to slap his hand away, but him being the strongest it was no use. 

     Right then your date walks in and finds you and Gojo.  Gojo's hands still resting on your face smearing lipstick everywhere.  You instantly muster all your strength and shove Gojo off of you.  "Hiro, hi it's good to see you!" you greet your date awkwardly.  Hiro puts on a very confused face.  "Hi, who is this y/n" Hiro asks.  "He's nobody and he was just leaving." you insist and give Gojo a face that says 'beat it'. 

     Gojo cracks a sinister smile.  "So Hiro, how much money do you make per year?" Gojo prods.  You go to hit Gojo but your hands just bounce off of him.  Hiro looks very nervous and stays silent.  "I was just wondering what redeeming qualities you have since attractiveness clearly isn't one of them." Gojo prattles on.  Hiro turns to you "Sorry I don't think this is going to work out." Hiro says not even waiting for an excuse and rushes out.

     You place your head in your hands trying to recuperate from the fiasco that just unfolded.  When you look at Gojo he's happily eating his cake not at all ashamed at what he had done.  "Why would you do that?  That's the first time anyone has ever even wanted to ask me out." you say too defeated to yell.  "Oh it's definitely not the first time.  This is just the first time I haven't assessed them beforehand." Gojo states casually continuing to munch on his cake.

     "What!?" you gasp in disbelief.  "Oh you know I've just been really busy so I couldn't get around to it this time." he shrugs.  "Not that stupid the thing you said before!" you seethed.  "I'm not just gonna let anyone date you.  I have to make sure they're good enough for you.  I have to do alot of research.  It's very tiring you know.  You should really thank me.  The least you could do is pay for my cake." Gojo huffs mouth full of cake.

     "Oh my god..." you whimper and run your hands through your hair.  "It makes so much fucking sense." you cry.  "Don't cry over that guy!  He was as interesting as a piece of white bread."  Gojo says with gusto trying to cheer you up.  "FUCK YOU!   I'M GOING TO DIE ALONE BECAUSE OF YOU!" you screech and then storm out.

     "And that's why I need you to date her for me!" Gojo chimes.  Nanami takes a deep breath "I'm not going along with this game of yours." he sighs.  "Aw c'mon!  She's a great girl.  You won't find anyone better than her." Gojo pleads.  "Find someone else it doesn't have to be me." Nanami deflects.  "Yes it does Nanami!  I can only let her date in good conscience if I know the person is good." Gojo insists.  "Find someone else then there are tons of people better than me." Nanami states flatly.

     "No Nanami you're perfect.  You're young, handsome, responsible, make a decent living, and have a nice dick.  I know because I peaked in the urinal." Gojo says proudly.  Nanami was disgusted with Gojo's hidden knowledge and wanted to flee as fast as possible.  "Fine one date." Nanami sighs already regretting his decision.

     Gojo waited outside the door of your apartment and kept banging on the door.  "Hi y/n!  I know you're still mad at me but I have a piece offering!" Gojo announces.  "Go away!  I'm still mad at you!" you yell through the door.  "I can make it up to you!  I got you a date with the best guy I know!" Gojo promises.  You open the door "What!?  When!?" you ask very confused.  "Right now.  Go get ready!" Gojo urges you to hustle.

     You get ready as fast as you can and bolt out the door with Gojo.  The walk there was stressing you out.  You had no idea what kind of person Gojo set you up with all Gojo sad was 'the blond one with glasses'.  On your way there Gojo walked arm in arm with you making sure you didn't trip in your heels and assuring you looked great.

     When you reached the front of the restaurant Gojo pushed you through the door and waved goodbye.  You were nervous, very nervous as you scanned each table to find your blind date.  Till you spotted a serious looking man matching Gojo's description.  You walked over and introduced yourself "Hello I'm y/n l/n.  I think Gojo Satoru set us up together." you said.  The man stood up from his seat and held his hand out for you to shake it.  "I'm Nanami Kento." He says formally as you shake his hand.

     "Have you been waiting long?" you ask genuinely concerned about how long Gojo made Nanami wait.  "I've been waiting two hours, but I know that's not your fault." Nanami replies coolly.  "I'm sorry he's always been like that.  He must have also dragged you here for a date." you apologize.  "No worries.  Your a pretty and polite young woman.  I'm glad he's found someone like you." Nanami says and flashes the ghost of a smile.

     "What do you mean?" you ask not quite sure what Nanami was referring to.  "Gojo's always going on and on about you.  I'm not even sure he realizes how in love with you he is." Nanami chuckles.  "No, he doesn't like me like that.  He's got pretty much all of Japan to choose from if he even wanted a partner." you say trying to shut Nanami down.  "That's precisely why he likes you.  He's just a regular man to you.  You don't care if he's rich or handsome or strong.  With you he can be whatever he wants.  I bet you've even gotten him to share sweets with you." Nanami explains.

     "No.  That can't be." you say more to yourself than to Nanami.  "Yes it is.  He's an extremely busy man but he makes time to spend with you.  Who do you think is always covering for him?" Nanami sighs hoping you'd understand by now.  Nanami looks at his watch "Any moment now he's going to realize his feelings and storm in like the man child he is.  Don't say anything one he walks in just go with it." Nanami says and as if on que Gojo walks in.

     "Date's over Nanami.  I've decided she can do better." Gojo says as he stomps over to your table.  "Why, I really like her.  I'm even considering marrying her one day." Nanami bluffs.  "No, you're not right for her." Gojo hisses and pulls you out of your chair.  Nanami stands up "Then who is?" Nanami prods trying to get Gojo to admit it.  "I am!  She's mine!" Gojo yells and holds you close to his chest causing an even bigger scene in the restaurant.

     Gojo processes what he just said and carries you out of the restaurant.  Suddenly Gojo teleports you somewhere and when you look around you recognize that this is Gojo's appartment.  Gojo says nothing and just continues walking in the direction of his bedroom.  "Gojo slow down!  Where are we going!?" you protest.  Gojo doesn't answer and continues walking to his bedroom's adjoining bathroom.  He sets you down on the counter.

     "Take your makeup off." Gojo demands.  "What?  Why?" you ask desperate for answers.  Gojo doesn't answer he just grabs a wet towel and starts scrubbing your face.  "Ow that hurts!" you protest, but Gojo continues scrubbing your face too hard.  After your makeup is off Gojo smiles and drags you over to his bed.  He pushes you down and straddles your waist.

     "What are you doing!?" you scream.  "Oh c'mon y/n isn't it obvious or do I have to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you?" Gojo whispers in your ear.  "No!" you yell as you push him off of you with all your strength.  Gojo falls and lands on his butt looking utterly confused.  You gather yourself and begin leaving.  Gojo grabbed your arm to stop you "Wait... please." he said hesitantly.  "Why should I  you just tried to fuck me like some whore?" you hissed.

     Gojo stayed silent gathering what he was about to say "Isn't that just how I make you mine?" he questions.  "No that might work on some people but that's not how you make me yours." you state.  Gojo gives you a dumb stare.  He was utterly shocked.  No one had ever not wanted to sleep with him, and if he couldn't win you over with his body then his personality sure wasn't going to win you over.  Gojo broke into a cold sweat he wanted you like no one he had ever wanted before and for once in his life what he desired was out of his reach.

     He wracked his brain for something people usually wanted from him.  "I know!  You're like Mie Mie!  I'll just give you money!  How much do you want?" Gojo asks cheerfully but he was not joking this time he was dead serious.  You looked at him appalled and continued walking out.  "Wait!  Wait! Wait!" he pleaded desperately.  You only stopped when he got down on his knees in front of you "Please!  Just tell me how I get you to love me!" he begged. 

     You had to admit you liked seeing Gojo beg for you, but now was not the time for that.  You tilted his chin so he was lookingup at you "You promise you love me?" you smiled.  Gojo nodded his head  frantically.  "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow at six?" you winked and left.  Leaving an awestruck Gojo in your wake.

[sageandfrog]

Office Affairs//JujutsuKaisen x Fem!reader Chapter 2

Fem!y/n x Nanami Kento| y/n x Bestfriend! Gojo Satoru

A chuckle leaves Kento's lips when he starts to bounce and flex his leg hitting my clit continuously. "Use me baby, you deserve it."

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This is a 4 part series and will not be continued once finished. We also have a wattpad

Nanami's Pov

1:30 AM

It was dark out when I finally left the office. My head was pounding and my steps felt heavy. Today was probably the most stressful day of my career.

Documents were lost, there were nonstop complaints from big clients; I had a designer quit on me and then there was her...

She was stunning, kind and patient. I sit in my car replaying today's events over and over again in my head. I smile at the bag of bread she gave me this morning.

It was fresh, warm and soft. She always thought of me and treated me well. She saved me today, I forgot to eat breakfast this morning.

I feel like I've forgotten a lot today.

She even went out of her way to bring me a cup of coffee. And what do I do? Fucking burn the poor girl. She looked so fragile with red blotches coating her skin. The coffee leaving a wet shine on the irritated flesh.

That definitely had to hurt. I couldn't even apologize correctly because of my meeting. I got my ass chewed because we weren't making enough numbers. I pity the higher ups of this company.

Always demanding more, never looking out for those who carry the business. Being money hungry must be a miserable way to live. To be honest I wasn't that far off from being just as lifeless and greedy.

But then I met her.

I was grateful to have y/n by my side. She made the torturous meetings tolerable. Since knowing y/n I think I've changed for the better.

People tell me I'm more lenient and calm. I've never used to dream about the future and plan ahead. But after thinking about it, a family doesn't sound that bad.

I smile and remember a conversation I had with y/n not that long ago. We were on one of our lunch breaks together when we saw a family of five strolling down the street. She was giggling to herself watching the children climb over their father.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, I just remember what it was like being that small. Never having to worry about rent or work. The center of their world is right there. Holding their hand."

She surprised me with her little ramble. She looked cute when she was lost in thought. The sides of her mouth gently crinkled. Almost like she was holding in a secret for only her to know.

I watched the family with her. The father looked tired and beat down as the children climbed and pulled him. But he was smiling, as he walked hand in hand with his wife. Before I knew it, I found myself smiling.

Must be nice.

I find myself getting distracted by y/n often. Today I had no room for distractions. She made it so hard not to look at her today. I bite the bottom of my lip thinking about how beautiful she looked.

Her eyes pulled me in, she was captivating. Everyone couldn't keep their eyes off her. I don't blame them.

She dressed differently today. I wonder why?

Her curves hypnotized me as she walked past me this morning. I'm still amazed I was able not to stare, instead looking at my blank clipboard.

I felt the urge to hug her and squeeze tightly when I saw her smile at me with the bread in her hands.

I put my car in drive when I realized it's been a while since I started spacing out. She controlled most of my thoughts. The way she smells, the way her hair falls messily around her face, even how she always finds a way to trip on air.

The light turns red when the image of her beautiful frame filling Gojo's clothes leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I feel bad about how I acted towards her. She didn't do anything wrong. I thought to myself, she'll never get to wear my clothes.

What do I expect?

They are practically a couple already... What do I have to offer? All I can do is love her from afar.

For the past two years my mind has been occupied with images of her. I remember the first time I set eyes on her. Gojo was entertaining the office with some nonsense as usual. I scanned the room with new faces. It was intern season, and they were such a nuisance.

They were always so rowdy and obnoxious. Only here to skip class I thought... and there she was. A vision in blue. She had the most amusing and booming laugh. Her eyes disappeared into her smile, her hair was wild and flowing.

Who is that?

I have to talk to her. I have to hear her sweet voice say my name.

That's it! I'll ask how she likes the mentor program and what her specialty is. Anything to see her beautiful face look at me.

I mustered all my confidence and strolled towards her. I can't believe I'm doing this. Here goes nothing.

That fantasy was shortly lived when I saw Gojo wrap his arm around her shoulder and walk away. Taking my vision away from me.

I stood there in defeat. It always felt like a competition with Gojo. what I lacked in social skills he thrived in. It's no wonder she trusts him so deeply. She must think I'm a stick in the mud compared to Gojo.

I'm practically home when I get a notification from the man himself. What does he want now?

I lean in my seat and read the message,

"Can you take her home? I'm too loaded to drive and I'm gonna get lucky."

There's a video under the message.

My heart starts to race as I see a familiar frame in the preview for the video. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what I was about to watch.

y/n was standing on a table. Her hair was curly and wild as she danced seductively. Her hips were grinding the air, as her hands groped her curves.

Her dress was riding up her plump thighs as men surrounded her. Her skin glistened underneath the LED lights. They were cheering and whistling at her. Her breasts were protruding out of her dress as they bounced with her movements. She looked free and in a daze. Before I could see a man reach out and grope her, Gojo turns the camera on him.

He looks drunk and out of it.

"I think the birthday girl had a little too much to drink!" He giggled and then the video ended.

I sit there still, processing what had just unraveled in a 10 second video. Birthday Girl? "Shit!" Today is y/n's birthday. I'm consumed by guilt and anger reflecting on how I acted towards her today. Gojo then sends me their location and I set my car back onto drive.

The idea of strangers touching, smelling, even looking at her made my blood boil. How can he be so irresponsible by letting her be flocked around in the state she's in. What is Gojo thinking!

Wait... Does this mean they are not together? It was at that moment everything clicked. I have a chance! I step on the gas and race to her.

2:00 AM

The place reeked of lowlives and alcoholics. I rush in and look for them. I brush past a crowd of filthy bodies when I see her. She is now sitting at the bar. Gojo is in a booth with some girl nearby.

y/n is talking to a guy, I have to get her out of here. I walk towards her when I hear her ranting to the man. The more I look the more it seems this guy needs more saving than she does.

"So I buy him his favorite *burp* in the world and he doesn't even look at me!

And don't get me started on how he got mad at me for no reason... I hate his sexy tight ass." her words were slurred. She almost fell out of her seat when I finally reached her.

Was she talking about me?

"Nanami-" she whined with her eyes closed. Yup she's definitely talking about me. Does she think I'm sexy?

Gojo smacks me hard on the back, "Hey you made it city man!" I could kill him. y/n turns and faces me. Her eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed.

"Nanami!" she squeals as she lunges at me. Her arms are wrapped around my waist as her face is buried in my chest. Control yourself Kento...

"Hey dude thanks for taking her home for me *hiccup* I sent you her address. Just make sure she goes to sleep." I don't know whether to blush from how touchy she's being or kick the shit out of Gojo.

I held her up trying to keep her from falling,

"Come on y/n, I'm taking you home now."

"No! I'm gonna have fun tonight and forget today." She tries to walk away but falls. I have no choice but to pick her up over my shoulders. My hands held her thighs in place and I almost dropped her from the skin on skin contact.

Don't panic. I turn to Gojo when he's hand in hand with the girl from the booth. He looks sad almost. His face was now neutral and he was quiet.

"As long as she's happy..." I have no idea what he's on about but I don't have time to ask questions.

She fights me a little trying to get her outside and into my car. She kept hitting me on my back as I placed her in the front seat. Damn she's strong.

She kept mumbling "Fuck him I'm gonna have fun." under her breath. She really is a clumsy drinker. After a minute or two she managed to fall asleep for the rest of the car ride.

Man, she lives far. Does she ride the train from here everyday? I should arrange for a driver to pick her up everyday.

Her neighborhood is quiet and charming. She lives in a little apartment complex with a balcony and plants displayed everywhere. I park in front, admiring the cozy building. Here comes the challenge... Where are her keys?

I look in her bag when she wakes up with swollen eyes. Was she crying? She looked at me with soft eyes and in a daze. She looked so small in my passenger seat.

Still looking at me she smiled. Her hand reached for my face and caressed my cheek. She was so gentle as she rubbed circles with her thumb.

Holy shit she's touching me. I grab her small hand in mine and watch her with amusement. She's so cute.

I get out to carry her into her apartment. The place was neat and dim. She walked in and threw herself on the couch as I closed the door behind me. She lifted her feet and faced them towards me. Does she want me to do it?

She's pouting with a little drool on her face. I laugh as she grows inpatient. She's whining when I go and take off her shoes one at a time and place them neatly by the door. She tries to stand but stumbles, I catch her just in time when she looks up at me.

She has hooded eyes and her mouth is hanging open. The tip of her nose is red and her cheeks are stained with tear marks. She's definitely been crying... did I cause that?

It looks like she's about to say something when she looks me in the eyes. It felt like minutes had gone by when she came closer. Her breath reeked of booze, what is she doing? Her lips peck mine, they're soft and full. I feel dizzy from the sudden act of affection.

She's all I've ever wanted. Her lips rest softly into an innocent smile, I don't want to let her go. Her eyes widen as she looks up at me. Is she embarrassed?

"It's ok y/n, lets go to be-" she runs to her bathroom covering her mouth with both hands. I follow her to the small room when I see her vomiting in the toilet. Oh god what do I do?

Her hair starts to stick to her damp face. Poor thing. I go behind her and pull her hair towards me while rubbing her back. She's straining to the point where her face is breaking into little hives.

I'm going to kill Gojo.

Why would he let her keep drinking beyond her limit!

She leans back against the bathroom tub and slinks down to the floor. I look for a paper towel and wipe the sides of her mouth before flushing. I try to help her up onto the sink ledge to wash her face, but she falls into me and continues to hurl the rest of her dinner onto my shirt.

Shit.

I sit her up on the toilet to take off my now wet shirt and throw it in the tub. I gag from the pungent smell. Thank goodness there isn't any on the floor. The cold air in the bathroom makes my bare chest shiver.

I look around for make up wipes and clean her face.

I start off with her lips, they are plump and red. She's so warm. I trace patterns with the wipes on her cheeks, little moans and whines leave her mouth.

She can barely keep her eyes open yet she reaches for me.

Her warm fingertips trace my chest. I can't help but laugh awkwardly from the initial contact. She focuses on my pecs as she doodles random nothings on my skin. Is this weird? She looks happy doing so.

"Wow you're buff... ha nipple." She pokes my chest and I laugh at her loopiness.

I let her touch me freely as I wiped the mess off her face. I see tears start to form in her eyes. My heart is beating out of my chest.

"Nanami... are you mad at me?" Why on earth would I be mad at her?

"No, why do you think that?"

"You looked at me so coldly today. It was my birthday too." She sobs silently to herself. I'm the most shitiest person in the world, what the fuck. I don't know what to do. I'm despicable, I can't believe I made her cry on her birthday.

She starts to lean into me as she dozes off into deep sleep. I hold her in my arms, she must be so tired.

"Don't worry y/n... I'll make it up to you somehow."

I carry her bridal style to her bedroom. She latched on to me so tightly. With every step she nuzzled herself deeper in my neck.

Is this what it feels like? To be held, to be wanted. It's been so long I almost forgot. The buzzing feeling in my chest, the sensation of soft lips lingering on my neck. I feel happy.

I feel at home.

She wouldn't let go when I laid her down. I had to yank her off of me. I leave a trash can next to her bed and a water bottle on the nightstand. She's fast asleep in a full spread eagle, leaving no room for even a small pet to lay next to her.

I walk out quietly, leaving her door open and her bathroom light on in case she needs to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. By the time I am at her door frame she is snoring, a sound I never knew would be so comforting to hear.

I look at the time and it is 3:00 in the morning. I am too tired to take the drive and too concerned y/n might get up again. Besides, my shirt still has to be washed. I don't think she'll mind me spending the night.

I walk around her living room and see pictures of family and friends. There is a picture of her and her mother. They look identical; I can't help but wonder, would her mother like me? I see a collection of nicknacks surrounding her living space. Some are cute while others are odd and disturbing.

I realize there is still so much I don't know about her. I really have to fix things with her. My eyes start to feel heavy and my mind is blank. I'll fix things tomorrow, I find myself a spot on the couch. And rest my eyes, slowly falling into deep sleep.

[masonmace]

Okay— Here me out on this!!

Okay— Nanami was an emo boy in highschool, right? Right! Now imagine this!

You and Nanami are in highschool together, didn’t know of eachother, but then— you get to jujutsu tech, and you see him. He sees you, and you both are immediately ass over tits in love. The way your black lipstick covers your pretty, blossom lips, and how your skirt is perfectly decorated with a chain. Your top held down with a pretty Angel wing harness, and a choker, spikes and all. Baggy socks over doc martins, fishnets and arm socks on. Bracelets over them and you give him the prettiest smile. Your iPod connected to headphones that hang loosely on your neck. Kento just freezes, eyes wide, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallow. Wallowing in the way your eyes sparkle once the sun hits them.

Loving when you’d eat something tasty, because your legs would swing daintily back and forth, a stoic look on your face, but a smile in those eyes of yours. Finding out that you love bread as much as he did. Confessing his love for your by giving you a little bear hun, with honey drizzle on it.

Upon seeing the adorable gift, throwing your arms around him and kissing his cheek. He doesn’t show any emotion, but his entire soul and mind and bone— every fiber in him overridden and gone silly over how giddy he was.

The next few days, walking around with his arm hooked around your waist, flaunting your and showing you off. Not caring that people would stare at you and give you weird looks, he’d just hold you closer. Watching as you giggled, Gojo wrapping his arm around Kento’s shoulder and giving him a nuggy, messing his hair up. Kento just groaning and crossing his arms.

Getting jealous when you tan over and shoved Gojo off, laughing.

“You’ll mess up my Nami’s hair!” You squeal, and he scolded you because he didn’t hear the end of it. Highschool Nanami falling asleep with you in the back of a car, leaning on him, your ear on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Falling asleep, his cheek on the top of your head, arm around your shoulder.

How you both grew up together, feel out of your phases and got into new ones together. The arguments and makeups, the sex, the dates, the cuddles, everything just so lovely and perfect. Despite some of the big arguments, that always ended up with you crying and Nanami holding back the lump in his throat. Coaxing you and apologizing, and you apologizing too. Because you all need to fix something.

No matter what, the both of you always got back up and kept loving one another.