callme-naomi

[callme-naomi]

The Science of Soft Spots

A Megumi Fushiguro x Reader fanfic

Summary: High school was boring for nearly every student - be it delinquent or genius. When the time came to choose the elective subjects, you blindly decided to go after science, and so did another boy, blissfully unaware of how this single decision would bring the both of you in one path. In this life of facts and uncertainties, one thing is certain: you were meant to be together.

Not canon compliant.

Naomi's notes: Hello everyone, I present to you my another long-fic! I just happened to like the idea of Megumi being a science student, and here you go!

Thanks for reading! I'm always open to requests. Do let me know what you think about it. Your likes and comments mean the world to me <3

Word count: 7.9k

Choosing additional sciences as an optional subject in high school was the most beneficial decision Megumi Fushiguro ever made. Apart from choosing to go with Gojo Satoru (only for Tsumiki’s sake), but now he seriously doubted if it will end with him going insane.

He had always liked sciences, and here there wasn’t anyone to disturb him and be an obstacle in his studies. Or rather, nobody had the guts to.

Firstly, everyone was in awe of the kid who never spoke but always scored the highest grades, who also happened to be the adopted son (though he denied any such rumours) of Tokyo’s richest man, Gojo Satoru. Secondly, any those with the guts to do so found themselves at the end of his fist, or his feet.

He happened to be in another section than the other kids, but on the teacher’s insistence, all the classes’ sections would take a merged science class to keep them all on the same progress.

So for the first few days, his classes went smoothly: go in, listen to the teacher ramble, scribble some notes or mark in his book, and leave. The silence of the classroom, with nobody directly disturbing him actually made this the only lesson he looked forward to. And it was this indifference that initially led him to notice nobody – not even you, who also liked to be left to your devices.

It was just another sunny day in science class, when he was doodling something in his copy and you were piling all your books and registers and pens onto your desk. Your way of arranging everything tidily caught his attention, and out of the corner of his eye he watched you decorate.

In the midst of it, one book crashed to the floor. Before you could pick it up, he extended his hand and lifted it up for you. But while he picked it from the cover, a few pages flipped open to show them adorned with sticky notes.

Silently returning your book, he kept thinking about it, and finally when the class rang off, he rapped your desk with his knuckles.

“May I have a look in your book?”

You nodded, passing him the book, and he skimmed a few pages, where you had posted random facts for each chapter.

Our eye can capture 60 images, compared to a fly’s 260.

Every man shares 99% DNA.

Each time we breathe, 1.5 litres of air is still not exchanged.

“I just like to collect these little facts,” you told him, snapping his attention from the book. “It makes learning fun for me.”

He had never thought of learning as fun. Honestly, he only studied for a grade, and that’s what toppers do, right? They don’t have time for fun. But now that you said it…

And then you two were filing out for your next classes.

The next day, while he scribbled in the corners of his book, he was interrupted by your low knuckle rapping.

“Can I have a look in yours?” you whispered. “If you don’t mind. Yours is so neat!”

He passed his book forward, and you gave him your book in exchange.

“I’ve also made these flashcards!” You showed him a stack, diverting his attention from your book. “Want me to test you?”

Seeing the teacher still not here and the class in a tornado of noise, he agreed. You were not surprised to see he knew all of them, but you fairly enjoyed yourself, and when the teacher came in, you went back to your quiet girl mode.

Needless to say, he – kind of – enjoyed it too.

The next day when you again proposed to play it with him, he didn’t need telling twice, however it was a surprising moment for the both of you when he didn’t know the answer to ‘how many chromosomes in a fruit fly?’

While you brushed it off, saying it was just one fact, he took this seriously.

In the next few classes, nothing new happened, however he did begin taking an interest in new facts and learning them. Soon, his library held many books of scientific facts and points, and he drew margins in his pages just to write them in various colours of markers. Anywhere he’d go, he’d copy down new facts to learn them and soon his camera was full of facts and pointers.

He told his sister and father that he just happened to like facts and he needed to know these, but deep inside, something he didn’t even know, was that he felt the need to be prepared for whenever you next quizzed him. He didn’t want to sit blank in front of you again. And he was also blissfully unaware of the fact deep down that he took these pictures to show you so you can collect more.

On a test day, Megumi was walking calmly, his fists clenched to lessen the speed at which his heart raced, while you were on a sprint from the opposite corridor. Both of you entering the class, you two took your positions and sat, ready to fill the blank page with your answers.

Too easy, he thought, blacking the options out, way too easy.

Once the test was over, you approached him. “Hey, just wanted to say, thanks!”

He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“That day, I quizzed you, right? One of the questions came from that fact, and I remembered you telling the right answer, so I marked that one. Thank you!”

“Don’t mention,” he mumbled, hand tightening the grip on his bag’s straps.

“Can we be friends?” you shyly asked, not meeting his eyes. “I don’t have any.”

In the silence, you expected maybe you ruined whatever frankness you’d developed, until his hand came forward. Smiling brightly, you shook it back.

“See you then, Fushiguro.” You broke the shake and began moving away.

“Megumi.”

“Hm?” you turned to see him.

“You can call me that.”

Nodding, you walked away, not before saying over your shoulder, “you can call me Y/N!”, a light skip in your step, unaware that his sights followed you until you were out of the building.

******

In the last week before the holidays, you had taken a long leave, leaving Megumi to sit alone again, something he was accustomed to, wondering why you hadn’t come.

And you two had not yet exchanged contacts, so he had no way to ask you where you were.

When the holidays began, he began scouting for good libraries nearby, and finally he found one, nearby a coffee shop. He’d pick up a book, go to the coffee shop, get a cup of steaming black coffee and drink it while savouring the joy of reading.

One day, he was in the library, putting a book back in place, among many others who were finding a book from the same shelf as he was. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person in a hoodie trying on their tiptoes to reach to the book that was too high even for him to reach without a stool, and he chose to move onwards. For some reason, he turned back, indecisive for the first time about whether he should help them out or not.

Finally giving in to the impulse, he strode across. “May I-”

Right on cue, the stranger’s fingertips finally made it to the book, but instead of pulling it out, they lost balance and trying to get a grip, managed to topple a few books.

He lunged just in time to catch those books from crashing onto their head, who had lifted up their arms to protect their head.

“Are you all right?” he quietly asked, to save them the embarrassment of being asked by everyone.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thank y- Megumi?”

Placing the last book, he slowly looked over his shoulder to see you, grinning brightly at him, pulling off your hoodie. “What are you doing here? I mean, of course, you can come here, I was-”

“I come here every day,” he interrupted your rambling. “Where had you gone?”

“I went to my nan’s. Just came home today, remembered I had a book to return.” you wiped your forehead. “Who are you here with?”

“By myself. You?”

“My brother dropped me off. I told him I’d call him when I’m done,” you put your hand in your pocket and drew out your phone, dialling your brother’s number. Smiling absently, you put it to your ear, only to be informed that your balance had run out.

Always at the wrong moments.

“He won’t pick up?” nothing gets past this boy.

You shook your head, and rummaged in your pocket. “I guess I’ll get going then. I know my way back.”

“Where do you live?” he asked, hands in his pockets. His eyes drifted towards the window, from which he could see the busy traffic. “It’s not safe to walk alone at this time.”

You hesitated. “I’ll just wait in here. You don’t need to wait.”

He pulled up a chair anyway. “I’m not in a hurry, so if you’re fine with this, I’ll stay till you find a cab.”

As if waiting for your permission, he met your gaze and you nodded quickly. He sat down and then pulled out his own phone, tilting it towards you with the phonebook open.

“Oh, wait.”

He waited while you typed something furiously and then his phone beeped.

An unknown number. Hey, this is my contact! Sorry I forgot to text you, was busy at Grandma’s.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “You have my contact?”

You avoided his gaze. “My cousin’s friends with Tsumiki-chan, so I took it from her. If that’s okay?”

He didn’t respond, but typed back, of course it is. You’ve met her?

No, I haven’t. I heard she graduated before I came, so I’ve never met her.

You can come around to meet her. I’ll give you the address.

Really? Your parents won’t mind?

Honestly, I think my dad would love having you around.

He sounds nice.

You found it funny that despite being close enough to hold each other’s hand – you were tempted to do that – you still were texting each other.

He does, until you meet him.

You were silent, unsure what he meant, when his next text came.

He’d treat you as a daughter – he loves daughters – but also as a way of bullying me.

Wait, someone can bully you?

First time for everything. Can’t punch him either.

While you waited for an empty cab, you typed, let’s share a fact! I got one. Did you know texts are opened 5x times quicker?

No, I didn’t. Though I pick up calls quicker.

You sent a few laughing emojis, and when the librarian came to tell you two, the last two visitors, to leave because it was closing hours, he sighed and walked to the door, you in tow. He held out the door for you.

“I’ll walk you back home.”

“No, you don’t need to-”

“For a fact,” he dryly said, “I’m very stubborn. Or so Tsumiki says. And another fact, rush-hour traffic increases the risk of accidents which is common in Tokyo.” He looked up to the sky.

“An opinion,” you counter, following his sight, “it might rain.”

“That might soon become a fact, so let’s get you home.”

“If you so insist. Are you aware that 75% of all road-accident fatalities are men and boys?”

“Then there shouldn’t be any need for you to worry,” he continued, while beckoning for you to follow him on the sidewalk. “And did you know that 100% of all accidents can be avoided if we have road sense?”

You rolled your eyes and followed him, walking down the busy roads of Tokyo.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “You didn’t have to go through this trouble for me.”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. Your house happened to be in the way back home.”

After that, through then ow quieter roads, you two were silent, except for you sometimes telling shortcuts or directions.

While walking, you felt a drop of water hit your head. Thinking it was just water from nearby hanging washed clothes, you continued walking until another bead hit the nape of your neck. The moment you looked to the sky, now flocked with black clouds, Megumi’s voice came to you.

“You felt that?”

“Yeah,” you did not move your gaze from the quickly falling tears from the sky. “Look, it’s raining!”

“Wow, a new fact?” his bored voice snapped your attention back to him.

“Let’s play for a while, please?” you made your custom doll eyes and he gave in, leaning against a wall as he saw you dance in the rain.

“Come on!” you laughed. “Join me!”

“My boots are slippery.”

“I’ll hold you!”

“That’s debatable. You can’t even hold your book.”

Remembering your first ever encounter with him, you grinned. “Look where that got us! Maybe we might discover something new today.”

“I’m fine with one discovery a lifetime. And it better not be someone.”

“I wanna dance with someone though, so it looks like it might be,” you pouted, searching for someone in the vicinity of the empty streets, save for some kids who came out to play.

“Not under my watch.”

He held your wrists and swaying to your rhythm, he joined, content seeing a smile on your face.

“I wanna do this again!” You whooped. “Every day!”

“It doesn’t rain every day.”

“Then every time it rains. I loved this! You’ll do it with me again, too, right?”

“Got a fact for dancing in the rain? Maybe that might convince me.”

“Oh yes, did you know, running faster in the rain keeps you drier? But not applicable on taller people?”

“So it’s not a fact, but an opinion. It can be challenged.”

“But it can be applied on you. You’re tall enough to adjust the moon if it’s an angle too right.” You snapped your fingers. “I got another one! The reason we love the smell of rain is because of the soil-dwelling bacteria. They release a chemical from the air…”

You watched as he quietly listened to you. When you paused, he slowly said, “go on.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, I just remembered another fact. You finish, then I’ll tell.”

“Mine’s boring.”

“Not for me. Go on.”

You never realised when you slipped your hand in his – or rather, when his grip slid from your wrists to your fingers – and began walking back home, drenched in the rainwater. You were too busy telling him the entire fact, and eyeing his reaction.

“That was mine. Now your turn.”

“Did you know a part of your brain, the amygdala, is responsible for processing your emotions? So we can say that only the heart is not involved in emotions.”

“So you mean, if we want to be friends, then my mind is telling me to do so?”

“Perhaps. The brain releases dopamine, which also acts like a sticky note for the brain to remember a particular piece of data. For instance, it might tell your brain to remember your dance in the rain today.”

“Then I think it’s safe to go with something your brain tells you to do?”

“Yes. My brain told me to agree to you to dance, and it was nice.” He ended his sentence in a shy mumble, but you caught it all the same.

Just in the distance, you saw the lights from your house, and the way your face glowed, he recognized the house too. Just before leaving you on the doorstep, his hand lingered for a second too long, and then he released you. Just as you rung the bell, you turned one more time to see him waiting for you to go inside.

“Did you know, emotion-driven responses have a 90% chance of being correct? Especially non-verbal reactions like gut feelings.”

“Should I consider my gut feelings facts then?” he crossed his arms.

“Technically yes. I had a feeling it would rain, right, and it did!”

“Then for a fact, I’ll be coming around your house again.”

“Oh please do!” You clapped your hands. “I’d like to see you again!”

“For a fact, I want to see you again soon too.” He said, averting his gaze from you, and you smiled.

“Two people agreeing don’t make a fact, Megumi.”

“Then let’s make it our fact. Something nobody can prove wrong.”

Just as the door opened, he left, and you entered the cozy house where you got an earful from your mother over not having your balance loaded.

And while she screeched that you could’ve gotten sick, or fallen in the rain (you didn’t dare tell them a boy walked you back home), you smiled to yourself.

They didn’t know you had fallen head over heels for a boy with dazzling green eyes. “2% of the world population has this eye colour,” you whisper to yourself. And one of that small figure was yours.

******

After that, the two of you occasionally met over the summer holidays, and while he had told you that his entire family knew about you and would love to meet you, you still kept him as your secret from your family.

Hidden encounters in the library, ‘accidental’ meetups in supermarkets, ‘oh-how-are-you-here’ looks in the parks, all the while the two of you treated your friendship – if you can still call it that – like a sacred thread, that either of you were afraid to pull too tight.

What if someone dared to challenge your friendship? Or worse, what if one of you two proved it wrong?

During the summer holidays, the school underwent a renovation and the school furniture was replaced. For the sake of having spacious classrooms, the single desks were removed.

So when the two of you entered the science class, filed in lines of boys and girls, the teacher rapped the table with her scale to get the class’ attention.

“Pick a partner and sit with them. Choose wisely, because they will be your partners and you won’t be able to change your seats for the rest of the year.”

The students, some overjoyed at the prospect and some angry that no such rule was made for the other classes, you and Megumi shared a look and there was no other option.

Sitting on either side, you two piled your bags in between, and placed your books out.

Leaning his elbow against the desk, Megumi was reading his book when he heard a strange buzzing noise. Side eyeing you, he found you holding your nose while making weird noises.

“We’re studying humans, not elephants this term.” He sighed, closing his book, and at that moment, you let your nose free and gasped for air, not caring of the weird glances you got from the entire class.

“Elephants cannot hold their noses, genius,” you snorted. “I was testing out a fact. Did you know that you can’t hum while holding your nose?”

“I didn’t five minutes ago.”

“I decided,” you declared with the air of Queen Elizabeth, “that I’m no longer going to believe facts blindly. For instance, the fact that you use 10% of your brain. It’s false, can you believe that?”

“No longer believing things blindly.”

You rolled your eyes. “Anyways, so I began testing them out. I’ll keep on testing them.”

“How will you confirm the diameter of the Earth is accurate?” He pointed towards your school badge.

“I’ll become a scientist then. And then I can try them out.”

“You can’t test them all in one lifetime.”

“Then my ghost will.”

“Which do not exist.”

“A fact yet to be tested!”

He gave up, and just before he could reopen his book, you snapped it shut with your hand. “Hey, wanna try it?”

“Will you be questioning our existence soon enough?”

“An excellent idea, but not yet. Okay, don’t be the test subject, but at least be my witness that I did this if I die trying.”

“Don’t ever say things like that, idiot.”

“Why? Will they come true?”

He nodded.

“It’s a superstition!”

“There’s always some truth to them. Okay, what’s your next one?”

“My tongue can’t reach my elbow.”

He wrinkled his nose. “I’d prefer if the mirrors are witnesses for that.”

“How will you suffer the even grosser realities of science, Mr. Soon-to-be-Scientist Fushiguro?” you patted his shoulder.

“I won’t be one.”

“Oh sure. Who else will help me clean my laboratory and record my observations?”

“That’s an assistant.”

“Can’t let anyone else be the best scientist ever.” You shrugged.

“For the record,” he quietly said, as you two began testing out you new theory, “don’t call me Fushiguro again.”

“You don’t like it, huh?” you suddenly perked up. “Guess I just tested a fact about you!”

“About…me?”

“Yes, we should make facts about each other!” you got all worked up again.

“Two people agreeing don’t make a fact.”

“Then let’s make it ours,” you threw back at him, and as if he remembered, he smiled softly while he held the timer for your next experiment, oblivious to the world.

*********

Soon, you made a journal. With all your verified facts, and each one signed by you and your ‘voluntary assistant’.

“So we can show them,” you coloured in a diagram, “that we were the first to do this.”

Soon, your journal had all types of sections, people facts – If someone’s feet point toward the door or away from you, they might want to leave - food facts – Apple slices float, but grapes sink – body facts - You’re slightly taller in the morning than at night.

And in those testing, you slipped some sort of fun things to try out with him – ‘exclusive for only you’.

For example, when people laugh in a group, they instinctively look at the person they feel closest to. While you were adamant this was a test, he had a feeling it was just your excuse of getting to look at him with a reason.

Did he complain? Of course not.

On the other hand, he also played along.

Saying someone’s name in conversation makes them feel more seen and valued, he used this as a way to repeatedly say your name, and did you have a problem? Every test could say no you did not.

Then a week later after school reopening, the teacher announced your first ever group project.

“We’ll be beginning this term with human systems,” Miss Daniels droned – and you sighed, finally free from plants – “and to make things fun, we’ll work in pairs. You’ll have to study one system of your choice and form a fact file for it.”

You barely suppressed the urge to give him a high five. Facts was how you dealt life.

After class, you two, ever the over-worker, asked Miss Daniels if you could make one for all systems, and initially she said no, but in the end you bargained for two systems. Though she said ‘it won’t help raise your grade any extra’.

Not that it mattered. You were doing this for fun.

You two chose the nervous system and the circulatory system, and the two of you divided such that you got the circulatory system and Megumi got the nervous system to research for over the weekend.

On Monday, plopping into your seat in the classroom, both your files were slammed onto your desks.

“Alright,” you looked at him determinedly. “I’ve got lots of facts, and we’re three days before the deadline, so let’s try them out.”

He dragged a hand through his hair. “I had a feeling you’d say this.”

You patted his shoulder solemnly. “Congratulations, you just coined a fact that I verified.”

Before you could open a page, he knocked the desk lightly, gaining your attention, and he pointed towards the teacher now scowling at the noisy classroom, which soon turned into a loud yelling spree.

During your break time, you decided to pull him away to the library.

“We’re done with our assignment,” you told him, “so how about we study some on our own?”

He shrugged, seeing no problem in this. He didn’t have anything else to be doing anyway, so why not sneak off with you.

You pulled up your screenshots of points you collected, and then while he walked, his hands in his pocket and both of you holding a juice each, you ranted off about the nervous and endocrine systems and their functioning.

“And a list of hormonal functions are as follows, somatotropin is the growth hormone, adrenaline, also called epinephrine, secreted by parathyroid glands, the pancreas secretes insulin and glucagon for maintaining the blood balance, and cortisol is referred as the stress hormone, increasing body metabolism to battle against physical and emotional metabolism.”

You paused to take a breath.

“It is one of the primary hormones that can be regulated by touch, the other five being oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin, endorphins and prolactin.”

“How exactly does touch regulate that?”

“In the other five cases, touch increases its concentration while it decreases cortisol levels. It can be done so by hugging or cuddling. Cortisol can be decreased even by eye contact, which is why when you look at someone you love or feel trusted with, your pupils relax. And did you ever notice that hugs make you feel less stressed?”

Silence on his part made you turn your head towards him, thinking he was probably eating and had nodded, but he looked forward impassively.

It’s not that he hadn’t been hugged. Gojo was a very clingy person, grabbing him up in his arms every chance he got. It was maybe because he was too busy, or too old, that Megumi never got the feeling. Or maybe because he thought hugs were too old fashioned.

Deep down, he hated hugs. Every time someone hugged him, they disappeared. His mom died with one last hug to him, Toji gave him one half-hug before he exited his life, and now he feels scared whenever someone hugs him.

So you could say he had never been hugged in a way that would decrease his stress levels.

“You’ve never been hugged?”

“No.” better the lie than the long story.

You spread your arms wide. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Instinctively, Megumi flinched and you noticed this little reaction. Eyes widening, you dropped your arms. “Sorry, I think I overstepped…”

“Do it.”

You looked to see him stiffening his shoulders. “You sure?”

“I can’t take facts untested, now can I?”

As you came closer, opening your arms, he felt his heart quickening. Keeping his panic inside and letting down his guard, he let you embrace him first.

The moment your arms completed a circle around him, his entire form relaxed. And then he understood.

Maybe the reason he never felt peaceful in a hug was because nobody had been peaceful hugging him. His mom knew she was dying, his dad knew he was leaving his son for good, and Satoru is always worried about him and if he’s doing good and, from what Megumi understood from Tsumiki, his stress with the higher-ups.

You had no fear. You were simply pouring your heart into this hug. For some reason, you found his embrace calming, even when he took his time completing your hug. The moment you felt two arms come up behind you, you got a feeling of safety.

Lingering for far too long, he hesitated, and you broke immediately, trying not to meet his gaze. “Well, is this fact busted?”

“You better write this one down. For future purposes.”

You looked up to see his cheeks very, very slightly tinged with red, and you got an idea.

“Maybe I can put it in another column. Facts to be tested again and again. For facts whose effects we aren’t sure about.”

While he rolled his eyes, you countered, “I don’t hear any objections?”

“You wouldn’t let me have one,” he grumbled, and you laughed.

“OK, enough of mine-”

And just then, the bell rang off. Signalling language classes, which you had for French and he had for Mandarin.

“Alright, see you later!”

Waving silently back at you, he got mingled in the crowd of students, and even then, the two of you looked back for glimpses of each other.

******

With the exception of science and computer classes, you two had differing schedules, so you always chose to sit alone.

However, with the recombination of the double-seated desks, you decided to finally learn to share, and keeping your distance, you allowed other girls to sit, but would never speak a word to them unless required.

One day, the boys in your class created a ruckus, and the teacher decided to break apart their formation.

It just happened to be your luck that their head, Evan, got a seat next to you. All the while, he kept yapping your ear off, but seeing your cold stare only pushed him to infuriate you even more.

And when he took the place next to you the next day, you objected to the teacher, but she explained that this is necessary for the ‘peace and decorum’.

And soon you grew to hate these lessons.

Occasionally, Evan would trail after you, but seeing you beeline for Megumi would make him retrace his steps back to his cronies. Once, he made the decision of following you two, and when you looked over to see him, you raised both your middle fingers at him.

Surprised by your not-usually-vulgar attitude, Megumi turned back to see who it was, while whispering at you the question.

You replied, “he’s some jerk I’m supposed to be seated next to. Creeps me all the time.”

And you smiled triumphantly when he also gave Evan the middle finger.

Ever since he walked you back home in the rain, you had harboured feelings for Megumi Fushiguro, and you always tried to confess, but either you were scared of his rejection, or didn’t have the courage, because always your pencil would fall back in the middle of a note.

A broken pencil is better than a broken heart.

But never, ever, had you hoped that either he’d confess, if he had any feelings for you, or you’d just let it all spill.

For an English project, you hit your favourite place in the world – the library, and while you quietly reminisced the moment Megumi saved your head in the city library, you smiled to yourself. While you turned the page-

“Who’s got you smiling like that, pretty girl?”

Dread welling inside you, you decided to ignore him, when he drew a chair next to you. “You got the guts to ignore me, pretty girl?”

“You got the guts to sit next to me without my permission?” you fired, without meeting Evan’s sight.

“Tsk tsk. Girls would be dying to sit next to me.”

“Then why sitting next to me?”

“Cause I want to talk to you.”

“And I want you to get lost from here.” You finally glared at him, but only found a shameless curiosity in there.

“Who are you to boss me around?”

“Not your pretty girl,” you pushed back your chair and strode out, but he caught up to you and raised his hands in surrender. “I swear, I just need to talk.”

You crossed your arms, arching an eyebrow for him to go on.

“I really like you. And I want to, you know, be your boyfriend and all.” You were surprised to see him stuttering. “So, will you be my girlfriend?”

“No.”

It didn’t even take you five seconds to spew your answer out. “Was that all you had to ask?”

“Why’d you reject me? What’s wrong with me?”

“I have the right to remain silent.”

“OK, you’re not into relationships right now. Can I wait for you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Is it that black haired boy?”

You halted. “And if I said it was?”

“Then what’s in that brat that isn’t in me? Just tell me. I’ll be nicer for you if you say.”

“There’s nothing you can do. I love him.” You pressed every word, looking him in the eye.

Sighing, Evan pressed his temples. “He’s in sciences with you, isn’t he?”

You nodded, and then he walked forward, making you step back.

“What are you doing?” You snarled.

“Attempting to have you reconsider. Can he give you what I can?”

His frame and the desks surrounding you gave you no chance to escape, however you made a dive for the gap between the chairs. By the fraction of a second, he caught you in his arms, and as you flailed, shrieking, he began invading you with his fingers over your neck and back.

“You like it, don’t you, you dirty girl?” His voice dropped to a filthy whisper in your ear.

“No,” you bit his hand, “you bastard.”

“Oh, my pretty girl is a liar too?”

“NOT YOUR PRETTY GIRL!”

“See, I knew you’re a liar.” Bringing his mouth to your arm, he pinned you, and whispered, “let’s see if he leaves you when he sees my mark on you.”

Your entire mind quieted at the terrifying thought – no man of honour would want to take a taken girl – and that filled you with a deranged need to get away from him.

“LET ME GO YOU-”

He clamped your mouth shut. “Careful, or do you want witnesses to my marking?”

While you struggled, he continued, “You like it, don’t you? I read your fact file, pretty girl. And didn’t your fact file say that gentle touch boosts oxytocin? I know a little science, darling.”

“JUST F*** OFF WILL YOU?” you screamed, hoping someone would come now.

“Oh that I will, on you. Now enjoy my gentle touch.”

“My touch can break your face apart if you don’t remove your hand.”

Leaving you almost instantly, you collapsed on the ground, sputtering for breath and looking up to your saviour. There, in rage, stood Megumi Fushiguro. One look at you, and his voice quieted. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered, leaning against the wall to catch your breath.

As Evan bolted for it, he was blocked by Megumi’s arm to the door. “It’s time I verify the fact.”

And that day you understood why even the greatest bullies quaked in his name.

No longer recognizable, Megumi jerked Evan out the library with his collar. “Let’s see if anybody takes you after they see my mark on you.”

Bolting down the corridor, you heard Evan vanish, and then Megumi bent down to your level. “You sure you all right?”

For some reason, the fear that he’ll leave you resurfaced, and tears swam in your eyes. Green eyes widening, he guided you up.

“It’s all right, I’m here,” whispering the same words over and over, he passed you his water bottle.

“Wanna talk about it?” he quietly asked, after gulps of water. You shook your head.

“Just know I’m right here if you want to tell me anything, okay?”

Smiling weakly up at him, you nodded, but when the image nearly flashed again, you changed your mind. You were not ready to lose him yet.

“Megumi?”

His footsteps halted.

“Can I talk to you right now?”

“Of course.”

Walking down the halls to your next class, you told him everything, and his jaw clenched tighter at every mention of Evan’s name.

“Should’ve told me earlier.”

“You beat him up enough to prove my point.”

“I was just warming up.”

And when you got to the point of him saying ‘let’s see if he leaves you when he sees my mark on you’, his form went rigid.

“So, will you…” you gingerly asked him. “I swear, I fought him-”

“You thought I’d be mad at you for something he did?”

“Well, yes.”

“Never. Trust me when I say this.”

“That I always will.”

“Good, you can test it all you can but it will never change.” He left you at the class’ doorstep. “Remember that.”

In the class, you quietly sat, thinking over and over if you should tell him how you felt.

And that day, that hour, you made your decision. Texting him in class, you said, hey, I wanna meet Tsumiki-chan today. Can I come over?

You can come with me.

No, gotta tell mom first and look presentable lol.

OK.

Five minutes later, you had his address in hand.

Fast forward to evening, you stood at his house’s pristine door in your flowery white frock and high ponytail, and you rang the bell.

From the intercom, a voice emerged, who is it?

You replied with your full name, and the door swung open to a tall girl.

“Hello!” she warmly greeted you. “I’m Tsumiki. You’re Megumi’s classmate, aren’t you?”

You eagerly nodded your head, and she led you inside. “He’s in the shower right now, go make yourself comfortable.”

While she went to get the water, you settled on a sofa, fingers interlocked in anxious excitement. Just then, you heard Tsumiki talk with someone very loud, and soon the source of the sound followed in the form of a tall man with white hair and blinds on?

“Hi there,” he waved joyously at you, Tsumiki following in, and you stood to bow down in respect. “No need, no need, kid. I’m Satoru. I’m sure you’ve been told all about me?” and he looked to the door that faced your back.

“No need to bore her with you.”

You pressed a grin at that familiar voice, your breath catching at the sight of Megumi in a black T-shirt, walking to take a seat opposite to you.

“Any difficulties in the directions?”

“Nope.”

Satoru was really good at engaging all of you in a cheery, lively conversation, when half an hour later, Tsumiki called you all for dinner.

“Tsumiki-chan, you didn’t have to do all this alone,” you ashamedly said, “I should have helped you out.”

Slightly smacking your head, she pushed you towards the table. “No, you’re like family. I won’t have you work around the house.”

“So am I not family?” Satoru’s eyes went wide.

“This is your house,” she waved her hand. “You’re the man. It’s your job.”

Puffing up like a penguin, he continued with his dinner, until both siblings took their places.

“So,” Satoru side-eyed Megumi while asking you, “you’re the kid he won’t stop talking about.”

“In an appreciative manner or apprehensive manner?” you joked, laughing seeing the boy in question redden.

“I don’t remember telling you about her,” he shot at Satoru, and he shrugged.

“It was just a guess.” He shrugged.

And the table burst into laughs.

Done with dinner, Satoru excused himself to attend to something from his school, you stood with Tsumiki to help her out despite her insistence, and Megumi came to tell you he’d be in his room waiting for you.

While you nodded back okay, a glass slipped from your hands and it shattered near your feet, splattering the floor and your frock in juice. While you yelped back in fright, the two siblings’ attention was diverted towards the mess.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry-” you began profusely, but the siblings were busy otherwise.

“I’ll clear it,” Tsumiki told her brother, who was focused on you.

“Get away from the glass,” he took the plates from you, while levelling a quick assessing gaze down your frame. “Did you get hurt? You all right?” his face went apologetic seeing your ruined dress. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s not your fault, I’m fine, I’m fine.” You reassured him, even giving a thumbs up to his sceptical gaze and ten minutes later, you were still helping Tsumiki out, who was still wary of any more damage, though you were careful not to break anything else. Megumi was long gone in his room.

“A word from one girl to another,” Tsumiki began, snapping your attention. “You like him, don’t you?”

You nodded shyly, and she sniggered. “How’d you know though?”

“So many signs. Firstly, Gojo-san was not lying – he keeps talking about you one way or the other. Secondly, you were looking for his reaction at anything that happened, and thirdly, well, he came for you when the glass broke.”

“He’s nice. I’d do that if someone else was wounded too.”

“Well, except he doesn’t. You’re the first person I’ve seen him be nice to.”

“Well, yes, you’re right.” You raised your hands in surrender. “You got me.”

“Then why don’t you tell him?”

You hesitated.

“I won’t tell him, or anyone else. I promise.” The older sister came to put a hand on your shoulder.

“What if he said no?”

“And what if he said yes?” Tsumiki cocked her head at you.

“Then, why didn’t he…”

“Maybe he’s thinking the same about you. Maybe he’s waiting for you to take the first step.”

You looked at her with hopeful eyes. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

“Are you and Gojo-san okay with me?”

Tsumiki huffed a small laugh. “We’re not as hard to impress as my brother. You make him happy, and that’s what matters to us. So yes, we both are happy.”

“Thanks.” You beamed up at her, while she gave a gentle shove.

“Now go on. Tell him. I’m rooting for you!”

You tossed her a grin. “That’s what I’m here for.”

As you began climbing up the stairs, you raised your head to see Megumi standing at the top, crossed arms. “I thought you forgot the way up here.”

“How touching, dear guide.” You followed him into his neatly arranged bedroom. Light blue coloured walls were marked with windows, draped with dark blue curtains and in the room on one side was a single bed while on the other, a rack full of books adorned it.

How very him.

“You okay?” his voice snapped you out of your observation and you saw him with his back to you.

“Yeah, I skipped the glass-”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Your mouth snapped shut as he turned to face you. “Yeah, I’m fine too.”

“Told anyone else about that?”

“Would’ve, if I hadn’t been in safer hands.” You looked to the window as if a new subject will fly into your hands. “Let’s talk about something else. I’m not here to be moody now. You got some fact books?”

He gestured towards the library, and you beelined for it, using a books’ pages to shush how hard your heart was thumping. What were you thinking? How was this going to work?

“There’s somethi-”

You began simultaneously, “I need to tal-”

Both of you shut up at the same time.

“You go first.” You pointed towards him.

Taking the chance, he walked over to your position. “I found something that I think you’d like to check. Open page 45, line 30.”

Surprised at his specificity, you opened it up to find a highlighted fact.

Men take 88 days to say I love you.

“That can’t be for all men,” you shook your head in disbelief. “the author apparently went on a whim.”

He pointed towards the study reference.

“Still, I could test this out, but I’ll need to be a bit older for that.” You tapped your chin.

“Why not now?”

“I can’t ask everybody right now, can I?”

“You used to say to start simple, didn’t you? Let’s start right here.”

“And how do you suggest we do-”

“I’ll break it: I love you, Y/N.”

Your entire world froze. “Come again?”

“I just proved this was wrong.”

“Did you mean it? Or was it just for fun?”

“I’m not the joker type,” he wrinkled his nose. “I meant it. And you can test me all you want, but this will never change.”

“When?” you hoarsely managed.

“I don’t exactly remember. Was it the rain? The library? That idiot? Not sure. I just knew I felt so.”

You stayed there, stunned, torn between shock and joy. Finally, he lifted his eyes to face you. “Say something.”

“You read my mind, didn’t you?”

“Did you leave it open?”

You didn’t hear him. “Because you know I was about to say something too? I came here today to tell you that I love you. I love you since the day you returned me my book, and I’d drop that book all over again if it meant I���d get to meet you in every lifetime.”

“So,” a relaxed look appeared on his face, and you suspected you might have caught a smile too. “Will you be mine?”

“If you’ll let me be yours.”

**********

Another thing you discovered later on about him: Megumi Fushiguro was one of the most possessive people you ever knew. While he wouldn't show it with words, his actions were enough to ward people off his girl. One of them being hand-holding.

Any time you two are out, he'll always hold your hand.

And even in sleep, he doesn't let go of your hand. Once, while sleeping, you drew your hand away to turn over, and immediately his hand was roaming over the bed, searching for yours.

One morning, when you woke with your hand still entwined in his, you found him sleeping with his hair tousled and mouth slightly open. You kissed his forehead.

"Wake up, my sleepy otter."

Prying open one green eye, he looked up at you. "I'm awake."

"I can see that."

"What was that you called me earlier?"

"Otter."

With half-open eyes, he still managed to give you an eyebrow raise. "I don't have an otter shikigami."

"I know you don't. You act like one." Seeing him still unconvinced, you grin. "I read somewhere that otters sleep, holding each others' hands. It's to prevent being separated by the water currents."

Then you playfully flicked his nose. "And that's why you're my own otter."

"I do that because I feel cold." he reasoned, and you snorted.

"That's not very convincing, my little otter. But I do think you do it to make sure I don't run away, now do you?"

"At the rate you slip off while awake, I have to ensure you're safe while sleeping."

"See, I knew that!" You smiled brilliantly, earning an eye-roll from him. "But you don't have to worry: no water current can take this otter from you."

"Where'd you read that?" Battling a smile, he asked you.

You told him the name, and his eyes went from sleepy to fully awake. Flipping you such that he was now on top of you, he playfully scolded, his hands creeping up to tickle you, "That's from my library, wasn't it? I've been searching for it and now I find out you sneaked it?"

"The cover was pretty," you protested weakly, under his tickle attacks, "and I found it interesting, so I took it!"

"That's not very convincing, my little magpie."

"Your what?" you managed breathlessly as he stopped his relentless fight.

"If you have read it, then you must have also read about them. Magpies like to take shiny and pretty things. So I guess you're acting like one."

"We both belong in the zoo," you laughed. "Or maybe the wild."

"I don't know about that, but I'm certain of one thing." He said as he lifted himself on one elbow to face you.

"And that is?"

"That we belong together."

DO NOT COPY MY WORK!

[callme-naomi]

Love Me Like Nobody Else

part 2 of the actor AU!

While the newest installment of the show took the world by storm, you began to see a drastic raise in the number of edits - and to your jealousy yet joy, of Kento too, and honestly, you believed the entire cast deserved this fame because of how hard they worked.

You made a habit of liking and commenting on every post with Kento's edits.

It was just another edit, and you scrolled down to the comments, which you liked to read because of how everybody was praising his performance, and begging to be his partner (to you smirking).

And bam. Hate comment.

HATE? HOW CAN SOMEONE HATE THEM?

You furiously scrolled down further and found even more comments. While the praises heavily outnumbered the criticisms, you found yourself fuming over them and then you typed back furious replies - sarcasm having always been your strongest weapon.

And when it was finally too much for you, you snarled loudly and threw your phone onto the bed, throwing yourself into the pillow soon after.

Anybody would say you were overreacting, but you can't help it. You had to defend your man.

And five minutes later, the bed dipped from the other side, and a warm hand came on your head.

"What's wrong, darling?"

Looking up to the face you loved, you huffed. "Nothing."

"I'm the actor, not you. You're quite easy to read, you know."

"Yeah," you grumbled. "Easier than reading hate comments."

His eyebrows raised. "Hate? Did someone target you?"

"Not me," you picked your phone up and scrolled down, showing him. As he peered into the screen, slowly scrolling through the comments, you continued, "it doesn't make sense. You're so perfect, and I just couldn't stand seeing them pieces of shit talk like that about you."

"I can see that-"

"I know. Bad language."

His lips twitched. "Better than what you commented, though."

"I won't delete them, if that's what you're saying." You sat up.

"And I won't. I really appreciate you going through this, darling, thank you." He pulled you closer. "But in our line of career, this is common."

Your eyebrows jumped now. "You mean you've already had hate comments?"

"You didn't hear this from me, but so did every other person in the cast."

"Tell me you replied back," you begged, still not over how you, 24/7 on social media, managed to miss this.

"We once tried to," he shrugged, "but Itadori-kun asked otherwise, and we had a good time laughing about those comments."

You stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "LAUGHING?"

"Now look, they think we'll take this to heart and drop our careers, but what they don't know is that we were laughing at them. If we made them hate our characters, it means they gave us time enough to opinionate on our performances."

"Doesn't support your case."

He tapped his chin to think of an easier way. "Gojo-san gave the example of a lion. A lion is roared at by the hyenas, the dogs and what not, but it does not stop him from being the king. If he began to please everyone, he will soon lose his position and sight of what he's supposed to do."

"But the lion at least snaps back."

"Here's where the human brain intervenes. We give them the 'don't care' attitude, and one time, they'll begin to see we actually don't give a damn what they think. In fact, as I like to think, they're highlighting our faults. If they have a valid reason to hate us, then it's good, because we'll work on them. And if not, well, they're not worth our time that we can spend on people who actually value our work."

"Like me!"

"Definitely," he ruffled your hair. "As long as I give my best, and I'm satisfied with my work, I'm content. And as long as the people I care about are content."

"Which includes?"

"You, my friends and family, and our 'good' fans. But Y/N, you didn't have to do all that for me. You're getting all the hate now because of me, and I will not tolerate if they cross the line."

"No, you're not the reason I'm hated. You're the target, and this is the very least I can do for you. You're the reason I'm strong enough to fight."

The next morning, before going to work, Kento opened his phone in the car to find a picture from you. A black picture, with written on it:

Even the stars need darkness to shine.

And while he smiled at this, he knew as long as you were there to see him shine, he isn't afraid of the darkness.

******

story time: I was scrolling on TikTok, and there was this edit, 'how do people even like them?' and then proceeds to be a nice edit, so yk they were joking when they said that. And they edited Nanami. I opened the comments, and I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MANY HATERS THERE ARE. At least five said 'unreposted so fast' and one even said 'I hate JJK' and a few went 'same question HE'S SO OLD LOOKING' or 'I personally don't like him'. So I wrote this majorly as a vent for myself, and I'm still seething over how can someone hate someone so precious like NANAMI KENTO?

[callme-naomi]

Watching Blue Lock as an anime fan who has watched JJK, AOT, and Spy x Family is insane. What do you mean Sukuna and Mahito fight over a bunk bed and Sukuna yells at everyone because he's a clean freak?

And that Toge 'Salmon salmon' Inumaki is the younger brother, and child prodigy player, of Geto Suguru? And that Fushiguro was the reason Mahito began playing soccer? AND THAT LOID FORGER IS THE MASTER AT ONE-ON-ONE DRIBBLES, AND HIS TEAMMATE IS SAITAMA?

Also that Kokichi Muta aka Mechamaru had once blocked Fushiguro during a match? EVEN MORE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN GETO SUGURU CHOSE GOJO SATORU AS HIS PLAYER FROM BLUE LOCK?

if anybody wants to know which characters I'm talking about, feel free to comment.

[callme-naomi]

My Pretty Lady

the problem with Gojo Satoru was that he was a terribly wild combination of two characteristics: one, he had too much money with too little sense how to use it, and secondly he had a streak for destroying things.

when he married you, his insistence was that you should always be dressed nicely. After all, you're the wife of one of the richest men to ever exist. he loved spending his money on you, and he wanted you to look pretty.

not that he didn't love you anyway. he'd love you even in your nightdress, but he absolutely adored it when you wore something he bought you.

so when the sweltering summers came, and you resorted to the 'cheap, middle-class style' shirts and trousers, it was a personal attack on his ego. at first, he tried to reason with you.

"Darling, was that dress not nice?"

"No, Toru, it was too hot for this season."

"Well, so are you."

Or it would go.

"If you don't like this, you could have told me no."

"It's not that! You know I feel comfortable in this, and besides, I don't want to sweat through and ruin this beautiful dress!"

"What's the worst that can happen? I'll buy you another one."

"You don't have to throw away all that money for me."

"I want to. Nothing's more precious to me than you."

And even after his coaxing, and him ensuring he got your favourite dress but still you didn't wear it, he resorted to his second trait.

One day, you were sitting beside him, and you were telling him about the day, when you pointed towards the tear in the dress.

"Oh, I was bringing this rose for you, and my dress got stuck in the thorns."

"Oh it did?" he leaned in. "Can I have a closer look?"

As you came closer, he took one look at it, and before you could yell no, he ripped the tear down, slashing the dress in half from below.

"SATORU!"

"Now," he happily said. "Let's see how you'll wear this comfortable dress again."

And you did. But this time, you did a change. Every time he'd be away on missions, you'd wear whatever you wanted, but when he'd be at home, you'd wear what he wanted.

So one night, he told you he'd be out of town so you were fast asleep with your shirt and trousers. In the middle of the night, someone turned the lights on. You groaned in annoyance and pulled the covers tighter, but were soon flipped on your back by a strong hand.

You cracked open one eye to see him standing on top of you, an exasperated look on his face.

"Now, I can't be wearing a fancy dress in my sleep," you told him, sitting up. "And you weren't home, anyways. Who was I supposed to get dolled up for?"

"I'm home now." he shrugged. "Let's get you ready for sleep."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm too tired to change."

"I can help with taking it off-"

"NO."

"That's what I thought." he laughed as you sprang out of bed, going to the wardrobe, but purposefully banging into his shoulder as you walked.

[callme-naomi]

why do every time I see a green flag anime character I immediately think of Kento Nanami

[callme-naomi]

Nah, You'd Win

dad!Gojo in the house!

Mealtimes were always a fun affair in the house. The greatest sorcerer of time, competing against a mini-him (teamed with Mama) to see who can finish their food the fastest.

The entire table is in pin drop silence.

And the moment you announce, 'go', the entire world speeds up.

He seems to be beating his record of 0.2 seconds domain expansion at the speed he ate, and meanwhile his daughter was urging you to feed her faster and faster, the spoon nearly a blur between her mouth and the plate.

Halfway through, he begins to slack and slow down his eating on purpose, and that's when he'll 'try to distract' you by holding your hand, or kissing your cheek, or staring at you for far too long, and whenever he caught your attention, a little scream followed.

"Mama, he'll beat me!"

"I already have, kid." he'd lean back, his second serving yet in his plate, which was still part of the competition as compared to his daughter's half plate.

When he saw she had a few last bites left, he'd tell you, "Y/N, hide her plate." and he'd pretend to whisper, only to feign annoyance when the mini Satoru would wink at you, blowing a raspberry at her father.

or sometimes, he'd say, "D/N, look how pretty that bird is!" when he fully knew the curtains were drawn.

And in the end, when she won, he'd pout. "That's not fair, she helped you."

You, the culprit, would raise her hands. "You didn't ever ask me to help!"

"Of course I won't, I'm the strongest. You should help me out yourself!"

"Well," you'd loop an arm around your baby. "I'm booked."

"Oh, is that so? Let's see who booked my wife."

And before the two girls could say anything, he'd swing you up into his arms effortlessly, and then walk into his room with his daughter squealing behind him.

"Now Mama can't help you anymore," he blew a raspberry at her. "She's mine."

"Always." You'd lift your head up and kiss his cheek. If this is the thing he'd get if he loses, well, winning isn't worth it anymore.

[callme-naomi]

Who Will You Run To?

Back with Dad!Nanami!

It was another evening in the Nanami household, and the family of four was playing in the living room, you as the camera person. You were playing 'will they run to Mama or Papa?' with your kids, and so far it was going fun.

Your daughter had without hesitation run to Papa, laughing as she jumped into his outstretched arms.

Your son, barely in his waddling years, beelined for you, earning you two a draw. Now that both players had done their turns, you all were deciding what to do next. The question was solved when your little girl gasped loudly, gaining everyone's attention.

"Let's do this with you two!" she squealed excitedly, pointing at the two of you.

"I'm holding the camera sweetie," you grinned mischievously. "Let's give Papa the first try."

"What happened to 'ladies first'?" Kento retorted, already halfway in a standing position for his turn to play.

"She pointed at you first," you shrugged. "Not my rules."

As he squatted, his hazel eyes trained over all three of you: the camera holding you, and his daughter holding her little brother in her own chubby arms. Dusting his knees, he stood up.

"Made my choice."

"Go ahead." you said in a sing-song voice, as the three of you stood up to match his height. "Let's see who Daddy chooses!"

Spreading his arms out wide, you expected him to scoop the two kids, but in fluid movement, he swept the three of you in one go. Your camera shook as you laughed and laughed, your voice mingling with the kids.

"That's cheating!" You punched his shoulder lightly, while he set the three of you down. "You were supposed to choose one!"

"I did," he replied, a triumphant smile as his two kids again requested to climb on his arms. "I chose my heart."

[callme-naomi]

Hello! Firstly, thanks to everyone who read it, and secondly, since I'm also on AO3, I will post my longer fics over there, so if anybody is interested you can head here!

Facts, Fights, Feelings

A/N: Hello everyone! Naomi here, with this series. The trope is very close to my heart, since I've experienced this in my life too, and I was so excited to write this with my favourite character. I hope you love reading this as much as I loved writing this!

It's basically a type of 'five times + one time' based on academic rivals. It'll be divided into seven parts, one for each story, and it is canon compliant.

Some of these scenes might feature later in my OC, Naomi's story!

Series Summary: You and Nanami Kento have been sworn academic rivals from the very moment you stepped foot into Jujutsu High. You were convinced that you hated nobody more than him and would love to be away from him. And evidently, he thought so too. However, both of you had your feelings challenged, and maybe you don't hate being with each other that much.

Ship: Nanami Kento x Reader

Total word count: 18.8k words

Word count for this part: 2.01 k

Prologue - Summer after high school, where we first met

“Meet your new classmate, Miss L/N Y/N.”

Standing in your new, dark-bluish black uniform, you gave a friendly, half-shy wave at the two boys sitting in front of you, while your new teacher, Yaga sensei, introduced you. Coming from a high school, it did shock you to know you were the third enrolment to Jujutsu High’s first year batch, and while you liked the spacious classroom with your own desk and windows and air and light pooling in, you were eager to get to know your two other classmates, both boys.

A boy with large, round eyes, and brown hair waved enthusiastically back at you, his teeth bared in his smile, while the other one with blonde hair, whom you thought rather arrogantly nice-looking, scrutinized you with an impassive face.

“I expect you all to get along, and you boys to be nice to your newest classmate.”

Upon being pointed to, you walk to the seat nearest to the door. Immediately beside you was the boy with brown hair and to his left, his friend with blonde hair who was now interested in something outside the window.

“Hey, L/N. My name is Haibara Yu.” With a cheerful tone, he introduced himself. Friendly fellow.

“Hello, Haibara.” You sweetly reply back, noticing that his friend was interested in the conversation and now looking at the two of you. Upon seeing you gaze interestedly at him, he extends a hand across Haibara’s desk.

“Nanami.” He gave his name. To-the-point type of guy.

“L/N.” You repeat your name for the third time in ten minutes. With a small nod, he returns to reading his book lying idly on his desk.

“He’s just emo like that, don’t worry,” Haibara assured you. “It’ll take him some time to get used to you. “

“I see.”

“Well, would you like to come outside? Maybe I can take you to our seniors?”

“Of course. I’ve heard the Six Eyes himself is here too?”

“Haibara, it’s not a good idea.”

You spin around to see Nanami staring at the two of you.

“Why?” you asked innocently.

“He’d give you white hair if you spent too much time with him.”

“They always embarrass him one way or the other,” Haibara nudged your elbow. “So he avoids them.”

“It’s not that.” You did not mistake the red flashing across his cheeks. “the Six Eyes you’re so excited to meet, he acts like he doesn’t even have two.”

You grin. “So you’re saying they’ll drag me into trouble? Don’t worry, I don’t get into trouble. It finds me anyway.”

He sighs, and stands. Upon standing, you realize he’s actually much taller than you even as a teenager.

“I’ll tag along then, only to say I told you so,” he grumbled, and you giggle.

It might be a good journey together with the three of you.

********

You met the seniors in the break. Two girls, fourth-years, weren’t there, but you met the second-years.

While coming to your classroom, you had seen two of the second-year boys walk the halls, and by the looks on their faces, they seemed…mean and arrogant, to be put simply. Someone who’d teach you to stay within your limits.

They were anything but mean.

Satoru Gojo, the owner of the Six Eyes and Limitless technique, definitely did not act as if he wielded so much power. His flirtatious and carefree style amazed you, and you enjoyed his company.

His best friend, Suguru Geto, was much sober and – gentler? – by nature. His voice down to a low volume, his words carefully thought and sweet, his smile the cutest you’d ever seen, you found him a nice person.

And Shoko Ieiri was your type of girl. Good enough with studies, a girl’s girl, stylish and cool. All in all, you were fairly pleased to meet your seniors, and you couldn’t stop laughing when Gojo kept annoying Nanami around.

When you came back to class, you all headed towards the basketball court for stances training. Larger than any court you had ever been too, you loved the grandeur of it and the way everything seemed to shine, it was polished so much. You deeply inhaled the smell of wood and nearby blossoms as the cool spring breeze blew by your face.

At the same time, the seniors were there too, lounging in a corner, so you were determined to leave a good impression.

To start the lesson, you were given a recap on all you had covered and the basic stances for the day. You ran an assessing look on your classmates.

Haibara and Nanami were doing amazing. Flawless, even. The way their faces were focused and concentrated, and the very way their limbs seemed to be cutting air with the ferocity and fluidity of their kicks impressed and intimidated you.

Once you got a hold on the steps, seeing you had a karate club background, the teacher instructed you to proceed towards the duels.

You were one of the few sorcerers to have ever been assigned grade one upon admission, so you were confident you’d win.

Against Haibara, it was an easy challenge for you. You felt like due to being new, he had gone easy on you, but with the victory, you weren’t complaining.

When it was turn for you to face Nanami, you took a deep, calming breath to steady yourself, all the while blocking out the cheers and jabs coming from the sides.

You took the offensive, aiming for his head, and he dodged his head towards the left, his hand shooting upwards to catch yours. Using a particular twist of the wrist, you freed your hands, and jumped a 360 backwards, getting barely five seconds to block yourself against his kick.

The fight felt more like a choreographed dance sequence, you and Nanami switching between offense and defence, locking eyes while landing an attack as if listening to the same rhythm. A few times you, with your agility and being quick on your feet, landed a punch on him while a few times he dominated when he toppled you down with a kick.

You were about to make your final attack, your one move nobody has ever yet beat, a flying kick, and he seemed ready, his hazel-coloured eyes watching your every muscle and seemingly every nerve while you jumped and swiftly spun your leg around his face. When he caught the brunt of it, and fell to his knees, you stood, face flushed, smile widening, but you forgot to keep your guard up.

Before the five-second countdown was up, he extended a leg and kicked your knees, sending an unprepared you face down on the ground. It all happened in a matter of seconds: Before your face could entirely hit the wooden floor, he slid himself such that his arm looped around your neck and he positioned himself behind you, one knee on the ground and the other on your back, restricting your movements. You struggled against the iron grip, your face bare inches from slamming the floor. In the end, when he didn’t let go, and wouldn’t even let you roll yourself around, you gave in when the count ran down to five.

As the two of you stood up, he shook your hand. “Good fight.”

You didn’t mind this defeat, seeing you were a novice, and you didn’t think much of that seeing everyone else was appreciating you. You didn’t notice Nanami pick his stuff up and leave the room since you were surrounded by Haibara and the second-years.

“That was impressive, L/N.” Shoko clapped your back. “You really can hold your own.”

“That might be a first actually,” Satoru tapped his chin. “Standing so long against him.”

“Even I was amazed, fairly.” Suguru joined in. “Not saying I underestimated you, but you’re really his match.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

“Nanami is one of the top students here.” Shoko explained. “Sure, he isn’t like Gojo here, good naturally at everything he does-”

“Not good, perfect.”

“-except at staying quiet. As I was saying, Nanami may not be a born talent at everything, but he really does put in the effort. His fighting is unbeatable, and I daresay only these two can beat him because they’re special grades. So, seeing you, a new kid, put up against him for this long is a new record. Congrats, kid.”

You smile, but in your mind, you begin to view Nanami in a different light.

At the high school you had come from, you were the star pupil. Excelling in every subject, perfect A’s student, outclassed in extracurricular activities. True, you had had competition, but with your brains and you putting in your effort, nobody had come close to you.

When you had come here, you thought of Nanami as the introverted kid who just wants to get a degree and doesn’t care about anything. You had not even considered the chance he might be your strongest competitor by far.

But maybe, you assure yourselves walking into Maths, your strongest subject, I’m overthinking it, and they are frightening me. I bet I’ll give him a good lesson here.

Picking up your bag and speeding towards the front chair, taking a glance at Nanami twirling his pencil and looking in your direction, you plop onto your seat and arrange your desk neatly, books and notebook in a stack and your stationery within hand’s reach.

Within five minutes, the teacher walked in, Haibara speeding behind and skidding to a halt near his seat. Seeing a new student, she decided to give a review and assess you along with the entire class based on your prior knowledge.

Too easy, all too easy. I can do this.

The teacher posed a question, “What is the radius of a circle that has a circumference of 3.14 meters?”

You immediately begin to use a trick in your mind. The reason you loved Mathematics was the way you took it as a game. Always enjoying it and cracking new tricks. You were just about to find the correct formula when-

“0.5 meters.”

You freeze. Whoever answered was impossibly quick. Within the next second spin so fast you feel you cricked your neck when the teacher approvingly nodded. “Correct, Nanami-kun.”

Okay. One answer. You brace yourself for the next one.

“If x is the average (arithmetic mean) of m and 9, y is the average of 2m and 15, and z is the average of 3m and 18, what is the average of x, y, and z in terms of m?”

Barely had she ended the question when Nanami’s voice shot across the room. “m + 7.”

“That is correct.”

And this happened in every other classes. Be it languages, or history, or Maths, or biology, it was always him who dominated. Sure, you gave the answer too but you felt inferior to this boy.

Seeing this as cue to stop slacking off, you returned to your study schedule, spending all evening, four hours, buried in books, revising and repeating the same lessons over and over, drilling it into your mind, the room’s walls echoing with the drum of your fists and kicking legs against it and the early morning sky witnessing you practice your innate technique.

While it did bring fruit in the form of the teachers appreciating you and acknowledging you, it angered you beyond exhaustion to see he still remained highly active in every class, command over every topic tackled, and the fury that erupted inside you when you would approach your teachers for lessons or personal discussions and they’d begin comparing the ‘perfect’ Nanami…

When you entered the class, you hoped you’d be friends. Now you were positive that nobody hated him more than you, and you set out on a mission to compete against him.

Alright, he may be nice and polite, as he acted all gentleman with you over the next few days, so you can pretend to be nice too. But no matter what happens, be it tests, or battles, come what may, you will emerge first. You will make sure of it.

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I Miss You, I'm Sorry

It was late at night, your friend and roommate had gone out with her friends and it was just you, biding your time alone.

The idea of being alone after two years of living with him was haunting. And while you were strictly adamant you will not be the one to go say sorry - why apologise when you're in the right? - you now considered the tempting idea.

As hard as you tried to get over it, like many of your friends had, you couldn't. Because Nanami Kento wasn't someone you got over so soon.

For the first time after two years, you were alone for three days straight. And as hard as you tried, you couldn't banish your fight out of your head, that led to this.

"Fine then!" you had yelled in his face. "You care about your job so much, you don't give two shits about me?"

"Y/N, that's not it-" he'd tried to reason. Like he always had.

"Then what? You don't care that every night I stay up for you?"

"Y/N, I never asked you to stay up for me-"

"Goddamn it, Kento! Some things are done simply because I love you. But I guess you're too busy loving your job to understand that. How many times did you ditch a mission because I was waiting back home for you?"

He let you scream. Even though he had the answer to your question, he let you scream. Because he knew you were right. But the problem was, so was he. He had another responsibility to fulfill.

It was another night of him being overtime fighting curses, and just like every other night, he'd tried to brush it off.

You knew the dangers of falling in love with him. But that still didn't calm your heart down. Especially when he would just say 'that's my job. darling'. Putting your life on the line is a shitty job. And if he hates this job so much, why doesn't he leave it?

He tells you to 'not worry'. it's like telling you to cut your hand and not feel pain.

"Darling, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he continued in the softest, calmest voice ever. the one he used whenever he talked to you. "But you know I can't promise that. A lot of people need me too."

You had laughed sarcastically. "Well then, Kento, go and keep doing all the overtimes you want. Because I won't be staying here anymore to wait for you."

And while he yelled your name - the first time he raised his voice - you kept going on. Some sort of anger and fury pushed you because you thought he won't understand until he finally faced the consequences. Before you headed out the door, he grabbed your hand one more time.

"Please stay. I'll fix it all. I promise."

"Not everything can be fixed again." You turned away. "I don't believe you anymore."

And the bed was too cold, too lonely without his embrace. All the day, you had missed him more than you admitted to.

Every time your friend, who had given you a room, would give you something to eat, you'd immediately think of sending him a plate. Or when you wore a new outfit, you thought of what'd he think of it. All day, you swore you heard his voice. But you still wouldn't go back.

So when you had finally gotten yourself to sleep, you woke up in the middle of the night after hearing some noises. You thought it was maybe your friend, so you called out.

"[Friend name]?"

Hearing no reply, you called again, but to your surprise, a man's voice responded, as if talking to someone else. "We aren't alone."

You hid under the blankets, breathing quicker. Robbers.

You hoped maybe they'd ignore you, but a few minutes later, the covers were pulled back and you were yanked out of the bed.

You were rammed against the wall by a gloved hand, and you counted two masked men surrounding you.

"Where's the cash?"

"I don't know." you told them.

"You wanna live, so tell the truth. Where's the cash?"

"I don't know! I don't live here."

"Well darling it looks like you do." Your stomach fell in a pit of cold water as you felt the gun's cold barrel against your temple. "You have ten seconds to answer."

"Alright, alright!" you raised your hands in surrender. "My friend knows where it is, and she's out right now. Can I call her?"

The robbers looked at each other, and nodded. "No, we'll wait. If she doesn't come in fifteen minutes, you'll find the key. Or you die. Deal?"

You, shaking, nodded, and hoped your friend was on your way back now.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen passed.

And then you were jerked to your feet. "Go, and find it."

You moved towards the room nearest to the door, and then made a run for it, banging at the door and screaming for help. Just before you could unbolt it, you were thrown back into the living room and you closed your eyes in terror.

"No, no, no, please," you begged. And never, ever had you felt that you missed Kento any more than now. Just the mere idea of him being with you gave you all the security you needed. And now, you knew you were being selfish, but only if he could come right now...

God, grant me life and I'll go say sorry to him.

"Too late."

And as you braced yourself for imminent death-

The door flew off its hinges, and as you three turned to see who it was, you caught a familiar glint of green glasses.

Is it really you?

"Who's there?" the robber called out.

No response came, until the newcomer walked into the light. there he stood. one glance at you, and his eyes narrowed with rage as he directed them back at the robbers.

"Let her go."

"Who are you, mate?" the robber with the gun on your head snarled.

"She doesn't know where the keys are." While talking, he pulled his tie loose and began wrapping it around his knuckles. "So let her go."

Using the distraction, you began crawling away.

"Oh and you do?"

Kento shrugged. "I'll tell you if you come closer." And with a barely noticeable flick of his head, he directed you to go into the room.

You made it inside, and that's when you heard it. The punches, and in spite of the situation, you were stifling your giggles, because you knew nobody's gonna be okay after that punch.

When it was silence, you tried to peek out but by the time you stood up, Kento came to you and pulled you up.

"How'd you know I was in trouble?" you asked him.

"I was coming to find you, and then I heard you screaming." he jerked his head to the side, as if ridding himself of some terrible thoughts. "Are you all right?"

For some reason, those four words had you crying, and instantly his hands came up to embrace you, leaning you against his chest as you cried - just like you did many times over the last two years.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed you. "it's okay, don't apologize. it's I who should."

"No, you don't-" you pulled away to look into his face.

"I think," he softly smiled, "we can figure it out when we go home. I'm here to ask you to come back. Please."

You only looked at him, trying to stop just how urgently you want him to pull you away from here.

"You said I don't care about you. I admit, I am not good enough at showing it the way you deserve to be shown. But I do."

"That's why you came after me tonight?" You laughed, trying to joke and lighten the mood.

"Yes." his tone was still serious. "You are my priority, and I will show it this time. I promise."

His hand reached out to hold yours. "It isn't home without you. Come home. I love you. I want you back."

You finally let your anger down. "I believe you."

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Facts, Fights, Feelings

A/N: Hello everyone! Naomi here, with this series. The trope is very close to my heart, since I've experienced this in my life too, and I was so excited to write this with my favourite character. I hope you love reading this as much as I loved writing this!

It's basically a type of 'five times + one time' based on academic rivals. It'll be divided into seven parts, one for each story, and it is canon compliant.

Some of these scenes might feature later in my OC, Naomi's story!

Series Summary: You and Nanami Kento have been sworn academic rivals from the very moment you stepped foot into Jujutsu High. You were convinced that you hated nobody more than him and would love to be away from him. And evidently, he thought so too. However, both of you had your feelings challenged, and maybe you don't hate being with each other that much.

Ship: Nanami Kento x Reader

Total word count: 18.8k words

Word count for this part: 2.01 k

Prologue - Summer after high school, where we first met

“Meet your new classmate, Miss L/N Y/N.”

Standing in your new, dark-bluish black uniform, you gave a friendly, half-shy wave at the two boys sitting in front of you, while your new teacher, Yaga sensei, introduced you. Coming from a high school, it did shock you to know you were the third enrolment to Jujutsu High’s first year batch, and while you liked the spacious classroom with your own desk and windows and air and light pooling in, you were eager to get to know your two other classmates, both boys.

A boy with large, round eyes, and brown hair waved enthusiastically back at you, his teeth bared in his smile, while the other one with blonde hair, whom you thought rather arrogantly nice-looking, scrutinized you with an impassive face.

“I expect you all to get along, and you boys to be nice to your newest classmate.”

Upon being pointed to, you walk to the seat nearest to the door. Immediately beside you was the boy with brown hair and to his left, his friend with blonde hair who was now interested in something outside the window.

“Hey, L/N. My name is Haibara Yu.” With a cheerful tone, he introduced himself. Friendly fellow.

“Hello, Haibara.” You sweetly reply back, noticing that his friend was interested in the conversation and now looking at the two of you. Upon seeing you gaze interestedly at him, he extends a hand across Haibara’s desk.

“Nanami.” He gave his name. To-the-point type of guy.

“L/N.” You repeat your name for the third time in ten minutes. With a small nod, he returns to reading his book lying idly on his desk.

“He’s just emo like that, don’t worry,” Haibara assured you. “It’ll take him some time to get used to you. “

“I see.”

“Well, would you like to come outside? Maybe I can take you to our seniors?”

“Of course. I’ve heard the Six Eyes himself is here too?”

“Haibara, it’s not a good idea.”

You spin around to see Nanami staring at the two of you.

“Why?” you asked innocently.

“He’d give you white hair if you spent too much time with him.”

“They always embarrass him one way or the other,” Haibara nudged your elbow. “So he avoids them.”

“It’s not that.” You did not mistake the red flashing across his cheeks. “the Six Eyes you’re so excited to meet, he acts like he doesn’t even have two.”

You grin. “So you’re saying they’ll drag me into trouble? Don’t worry, I don’t get into trouble. It finds me anyway.”

He sighs, and stands. Upon standing, you realize he’s actually much taller than you even as a teenager.

“I’ll tag along then, only to say I told you so,” he grumbled, and you giggle.

It might be a good journey together with the three of you.

********

You met the seniors in the break. Two girls, fourth-years, weren’t there, but you met the second-years.

While coming to your classroom, you had seen two of the second-year boys walk the halls, and by the looks on their faces, they seemed…mean and arrogant, to be put simply. Someone who’d teach you to stay within your limits.

They were anything but mean.

Satoru Gojo, the owner of the Six Eyes and Limitless technique, definitely did not act as if he wielded so much power. His flirtatious and carefree style amazed you, and you enjoyed his company.

His best friend, Suguru Geto, was much sober and – gentler? – by nature. His voice down to a low volume, his words carefully thought and sweet, his smile the cutest you’d ever seen, you found him a nice person.

And Shoko Ieiri was your type of girl. Good enough with studies, a girl’s girl, stylish and cool. All in all, you were fairly pleased to meet your seniors, and you couldn’t stop laughing when Gojo kept annoying Nanami around.

When you came back to class, you all headed towards the basketball court for stances training. Larger than any court you had ever been too, you loved the grandeur of it and the way everything seemed to shine, it was polished so much. You deeply inhaled the smell of wood and nearby blossoms as the cool spring breeze blew by your face.

At the same time, the seniors were there too, lounging in a corner, so you were determined to leave a good impression.

To start the lesson, you were given a recap on all you had covered and the basic stances for the day. You ran an assessing look on your classmates.

Haibara and Nanami were doing amazing. Flawless, even. The way their faces were focused and concentrated, and the very way their limbs seemed to be cutting air with the ferocity and fluidity of their kicks impressed and intimidated you.

Once you got a hold on the steps, seeing you had a karate club background, the teacher instructed you to proceed towards the duels.

You were one of the few sorcerers to have ever been assigned grade one upon admission, so you were confident you’d win.

Against Haibara, it was an easy challenge for you. You felt like due to being new, he had gone easy on you, but with the victory, you weren’t complaining.

When it was turn for you to face Nanami, you took a deep, calming breath to steady yourself, all the while blocking out the cheers and jabs coming from the sides.

You took the offensive, aiming for his head, and he dodged his head towards the left, his hand shooting upwards to catch yours. Using a particular twist of the wrist, you freed your hands, and jumped a 360 backwards, getting barely five seconds to block yourself against his kick.

The fight felt more like a choreographed dance sequence, you and Nanami switching between offense and defence, locking eyes while landing an attack as if listening to the same rhythm. A few times you, with your agility and being quick on your feet, landed a punch on him while a few times he dominated when he toppled you down with a kick.

You were about to make your final attack, your one move nobody has ever yet beat, a flying kick, and he seemed ready, his hazel-coloured eyes watching your every muscle and seemingly every nerve while you jumped and swiftly spun your leg around his face. When he caught the brunt of it, and fell to his knees, you stood, face flushed, smile widening, but you forgot to keep your guard up.

Before the five-second countdown was up, he extended a leg and kicked your knees, sending an unprepared you face down on the ground. It all happened in a matter of seconds: Before your face could entirely hit the wooden floor, he slid himself such that his arm looped around your neck and he positioned himself behind you, one knee on the ground and the other on your back, restricting your movements. You struggled against the iron grip, your face bare inches from slamming the floor. In the end, when he didn’t let go, and wouldn’t even let you roll yourself around, you gave in when the count ran down to five.

As the two of you stood up, he shook your hand. “Good fight.”

You didn’t mind this defeat, seeing you were a novice, and you didn’t think much of that seeing everyone else was appreciating you. You didn’t notice Nanami pick his stuff up and leave the room since you were surrounded by Haibara and the second-years.

“That was impressive, L/N.” Shoko clapped your back. “You really can hold your own.”

“That might be a first actually,” Satoru tapped his chin. “Standing so long against him.”

“Even I was amazed, fairly.” Suguru joined in. “Not saying I underestimated you, but you’re really his match.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

“Nanami is one of the top students here.” Shoko explained. “Sure, he isn’t like Gojo here, good naturally at everything he does-”

“Not good, perfect.”

“-except at staying quiet. As I was saying, Nanami may not be a born talent at everything, but he really does put in the effort. His fighting is unbeatable, and I daresay only these two can beat him because they’re special grades. So, seeing you, a new kid, put up against him for this long is a new record. Congrats, kid.”

You smile, but in your mind, you begin to view Nanami in a different light.

At the high school you had come from, you were the star pupil. Excelling in every subject, perfect A’s student, outclassed in extracurricular activities. True, you had had competition, but with your brains and you putting in your effort, nobody had come close to you.

When you had come here, you thought of Nanami as the introverted kid who just wants to get a degree and doesn’t care about anything. You had not even considered the chance he might be your strongest competitor by far.

But maybe, you assure yourselves walking into Maths, your strongest subject, I’m overthinking it, and they are frightening me. I bet I’ll give him a good lesson here.

Picking up your bag and speeding towards the front chair, taking a glance at Nanami twirling his pencil and looking in your direction, you plop onto your seat and arrange your desk neatly, books and notebook in a stack and your stationery within hand’s reach.

Within five minutes, the teacher walked in, Haibara speeding behind and skidding to a halt near his seat. Seeing a new student, she decided to give a review and assess you along with the entire class based on your prior knowledge.

Too easy, all too easy. I can do this.

The teacher posed a question, “What is the radius of a circle that has a circumference of 3.14 meters?”

You immediately begin to use a trick in your mind. The reason you loved Mathematics was the way you took it as a game. Always enjoying it and cracking new tricks. You were just about to find the correct formula when-

“0.5 meters.”

You freeze. Whoever answered was impossibly quick. Within the next second spin so fast you feel you cricked your neck when the teacher approvingly nodded. “Correct, Nanami-kun.”

Okay. One answer. You brace yourself for the next one.

“If x is the average (arithmetic mean) of m and 9, y is the average of 2m and 15, and z is the average of 3m and��18, what is the average of x, y, and z in terms of m?”

Barely had she ended the question when Nanami’s voice shot across the room. “m + 7.”

“That is correct.”

And this happened in every other classes. Be it languages, or history, or Maths, or biology, it was always him who dominated. Sure, you gave the answer too but you felt inferior to this boy.

Seeing this as cue to stop slacking off, you returned to your study schedule, spending all evening, four hours, buried in books, revising and repeating the same lessons over and over, drilling it into your mind, the room’s walls echoing with the drum of your fists and kicking legs against it and the early morning sky witnessing you practice your innate technique.

While it did bring fruit in the form of the teachers appreciating you and acknowledging you, it angered you beyond exhaustion to see he still remained highly active in every class, command over every topic tackled, and the fury that erupted inside you when you would approach your teachers for lessons or personal discussions and they’d begin comparing the ‘perfect’ Nanami…

When you entered the class, you hoped you’d be friends. Now you were positive that nobody hated him more than you, and you set out on a mission to compete against him.

Alright, he may be nice and polite, as he acted all gentleman with you over the next few days, so you can pretend to be nice too. But no matter what happens, be it tests, or battles, come what may, you will emerge first. You will make sure of it.

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SPOILERS

because what the hell was Zayne's story end in Death and Rebirth? Why must he be so broken like he deserves all the happiness of the world 😭😭😭😭😭 Infold leave my cardiac surgeon alone

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you play lads too 😲

Hehe to be honest, I don't (because my phone can't handle the size lol) but my sister and best friend do, so I watch them play 😁 like, I know the stories but I haven't played it!

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Took My Breath Away

First ever LADS post guys! I hope I've done this cutie surgeon Elsa right hehe

"Doctor in the house?"

Zayne looked up from his work to you, half-leaning through the door. "Yes, Miss Hunter. How may I help?"

"I need you to teach me something." You skidded to his table, a hand on your hip.

Closing his files, he took off his glasses to give you his undivided attention. "And that would be?"

"CPR." You happily said.

"Why would you need that?" to say he was surprised was an understatement.

"Cause I'm a hunter. I live under occupational hazards, so I should know how to do this."

"Let me rephrase. I intended to ask why would you need it now after three years of joining the Association."

"Rate of injuries and on-field deaths are skyrocketing, so best if I learned it and save some lives like you do!"

"That's my duty." responding humbly, he pushed back his chair. Shrugging off his white coat, Zayne circled to your position. "Lesson is in order."

You took a place on the end of his desk as he stood up and with gestures, explained the steps to you with his charts - you could even ask for a chart on a cough and he'd pull something up - and then he had you memorize the entire procedure.

"Check for any signs of breathing, tilt head and chin for clearer airways, give chest compressions, hard and fast, 2 inches deep, 100 to 120 compressions per minute."

"hand placement?"

"heel of hand in center of chest, other hand on top of it and interlock fingers." you tossed your hair. "I knew that."

"I know, but I had to be sure." as he began to sit back down on the chair, he looked at you. "Any questions?"

"Doesn't it include some other nose to nose things?"

"Patience, young learner. Yes, it does, but it is not necessary at all times. It need only be employed if the victim is a child, or suffering from drowning, choking or respiratory issues. I'll teach you that too, so come round to the hospital for that."

"Could you teach me now? I need to learn ASAP."

"Isn't your leave of one week?"

"Better safe than sorry. You're the one who told me that."

He rubbed the space between his eyes. "You're so hard to win against. Alright, I'll try to explain."

And then he explained using his hands. "Is that clear?"

"Could you perform it on someone? For better understanding?"

He looked around. "Unfortunately, I don't have my mannequins here to employ this on. That's why I asked to come round-"

"You could do it on me!"

He arched an eyebrow. "You're neither dying, nor drowning."

"I know. Is that necessary to learn CPR?"

"For maximum effect, but we'll make do with what we have."

And so, in the middle of his room, on the carpet you lay - 'stop wiggling, no patient I've ever performed CPR on wiggles this much' - while on your right hand side, he sat on his knees, his hands pressing over you gently as he explained the procedure.

"And in case of aforementioned cases, you'll need to give two rescue breaths after 30 compressions," his tone was ever formal. "Pinch the nose, cover their mouth with yours and then blow."

He pinched your nose lightly, and then brought his face closer but hesitated, you not failing to note the little red dusting across his cheeks.

"What? Scared of CPR?" you, who were supposed to have drowned, mumbled up at him, and even on this provocation, he did not move.

"You really thought I won't notice?" he answered, a teasing tone in his voice, finally releasing your nose. You, annoyed, slid a hand up his neck.

"Cover's blown. Might as well finish what I came for," you whispered, and then kissed him. You had expected him to anxiety-freeze, but he surprised you by responding vigorously, lifting your head off the floor to meet the kiss.

"I do not remember this," he murmured, when you broke apart, "being a part of CPR."

"Nevertheless, I think it's pretty effective, don't you think?" you got off the floor, dusting your clothes after a good lesson, "I could bring back even the dead with this step."

His reaction to your words were immediate. His green eyes seemed to have gotten a new sharpness and ferocity to them, as he placed both hands on either side of you, trapping you. You looked up to his face as he made his point clear. "I would prefer if this step didn't leave this room."

[callme-naomi]

Yes, Love?

it was another evening in the Jujutsu High building, the students doing whatever they wanted while the teachers relaxed. So all six of you were together in Gojo's dorm room, him having thrown a 'successfully completed mission' party (involving lots of drinks)

Gojo and Geto sat right opposite to you, Shoko and Haibara flanking opposite ends of the carpet and talking while you sat beside Nanami.

And that was intentional.

Gojo was obsessed with the idea of the two of you as a pair, ever since he caught you doodling Nanami's name in your diary one day, and while you tried to defend yourself, he had spread the news to Shoko, Haibara and Geto, who allied with him and spared no chance to have you and Nanami in coincidental accidents.

So today was also an accident. They occupied all the places, leaving one seat beside Nanami just for you, and if you tried to say no, that would look rude wouldn't it. So silently you sat beside him, face slightly pink, and a shy smile.

They didn't know that it was intentional on your part too. And they failed to catch the little squeeze your boyfriend - yes, the very one sitting beside you - gave your hand, his face impassive.

And the smile on your face was more of a triumphant one. They were trying to get the two of you together, but you were three steps ahead of them.

During a round of drinks, Utahime and Mei Mei joined in, and the former asked you, "I've heard you're learning another language, right?"

You nodded. "French."

"What is the English for," Shoko cocked her head to one side, a nasty gleam in her eyes while Gojo sniggered as she chose the word, "l'amour?"

You promptly responded, "Love."

Before anybody could react-

"Yes?"

The entire room fell deathly silent and your eyes went wide as everybody's head turned to look at Nanami, who was sipping his drink, waiting for you to speak.

It had slipped out of him so casually, he had no idea what he'd done as he met the stares of the room, puzzled as to why everyone's so silent.

As he realized what he had done, the tips of his ears went bright red, and Gojo laughed out loud, pulling out a camera to record the entire room beginning to bully the blonde junior while the girls took the task of shaming you with the fact that you didn't let them in on the secret.

[callme-naomi]

HELLO TUMBLR FAM! How have y'all been? I'm finally back from my hiatus and thought I'd drop by to say hello!

Thank you all so much for the likes and comments and reblogs, they all made my day so much better! Stay tuned, because I have things to give y'all.

With lots of love, Naomi

[callme-naomi]

reader and Nanami are coworkers

Nanami Kento's first rule when he's working: let him focus.

he's not the one who focuses when he listens to music and while he can work with a whole zoo around him, he will lose focus (and his temper) the moment someone disturbs him directly.

you want hundred percent results? then you let him concentrate.

And if anyone wanna help him out, then there's one way they can: help him focus.

When he began office work, he realized he's never going to get the silence he needs to work. Living five years around Gojo prepared him for that. So he found an alternative.

Holding something in his hand.

It didn't have to be a fancy item: even a pencil would suffice. A pencil, or his phone, or the computer's mouse. If working alone and overtime, he'd use his tie. He needed something to hold on to while working to optimize his focus.

When you joined the office as his assistant, your colleagues told you of this peculiar habit, and intrigued, you planned on a little mischief.

While all your colleagues left for break and Nanami stayed in to work, which was common for him, you waltzed your way to his table.

Without looking up at his visitor, he asked politely, 'how may I help you?'

'it's lunch hour, sir.'

'that I am aware of. you can go ahead.'

'What about you, sir? shall I bring you something?'

'I'm working, and thank you, but no.'

'Well, I can see that. Is there any way I can help?'

'No, thank you.'

'Alright. May I sit here?'

Without dividing his attention from the screen, he pulled up a chair for you. taking the opportunity, you swiped away his pencil.

you held your grin as you saw his hand absently reach for the pencil, eventually breaking his gaze from the computer as with furrowed eyebrows he searched for it.

'what are you looking for?' you innocently asked.

'my pencil. do you happen to have seen it?'

'no.'

Ducking to pull out a new pencil from his drawer, you began hiding other things that he could use as focus. It was getting harder for you to keep in your giggles, seeing him dart his gaze over the table for a thing he'd most certainly just put there, but you got slightly disappointed because instead of getting annoyed, he'd only sigh and continue his work with another object to ground his focus.

Finally, all that was left was his mouse.

He stood up, going to take a glass of water, and taking the time, you began to detach his mouse. You were just going to tuck it away when-

'I suppose you were here to help?'

Your heart jumping into your throat, you meekly sat back down as Nanami drew up his chair to sit again.

But you weren't done just yet.

Your hand inched towards the new pen he pulled out, in one last attempt to try to see if it annoys him, when he evenly asked, 'you asked if there was any way you could help, right?'

Surprised, you responded, 'yes sir. is there anything?'

'well, yes.'

All ears, you closed your fingers around his pen, eyes never leaving his face. Just when you darted your eyes downwards, his hand grabbed your wrist.

with a thumping heart, you looked to his face to see him finally looking away from the computer to stare at you.

'you've been taking away my focus. so i suppose i'll use what I have, now, won't I?'

barely hiding your grin, you relaxed your hand under his grip. 'i suppose so, sir. after all, i'm supposed to help you, aren't I?'

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Hello everyone! So, yeah I know it still isn't 19th May, and yes I am still in my break, but this was sitting in my queue and I decided to give y'all something!