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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

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Trainwreck

A/N: *sighs* can you guys guess who i wrote for? yes its nanami

warnings: innapropriate workplace behavior (this is all so unrealistic pls), thats mostly it, maybe a bit OOC? idk obsessive behavior, lowkey creepy

Nanami Kento prides himself on being a man of structure. He clocks in at 8:00 AM sharp, organizes his desk with ruthless efficiency, and approaches every task with a quiet, burning determination. But recently—recently, you’ve ruined him.

Completely, utterly ruined him.

You’re not even his boss. No, you’re her secretary. Just the secretary, really.

A pleasant smile in the hallway, the click of heels passing by his office door. You’re always polite, professional. Efficient. And yet, you’ve utterly dismantled every ounce of his composure.

He notices everything about you.

He notices too much.

The way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're focused, the faint scent of your perfume (something floral but not cloying, clean and perfect). The way you laugh softly with the receptionist when you think no one is listening.

God, you never wear a wedding band.

He’s looked.

He’s ashamed of how often he’s looked.

He hates himself for it—hates the way his chest tightens when he hears your voice. Hates the way his thoughts stray in the quiet moments of the day, imagining what it would be like if you looked at him the way he looks at you.

But you barely notice him.

At least, that’s what he tells himself. Why would you? He’s just another cog in the machine, another suit with no significance beyond his output.

Nanami lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s supposed to be working, but instead, he’s replaying that moment from earlier today: the way you’d popped into the breakroom, looking fresh and radiant in that blouse that he’s now convinced was designed to torment him.

“Oh, hi, Nanami,” you’d said, smiling at him as you poured yourself a cup of coffee. It had been such a simple, innocent thing. And yet, his brain had short-circuited.

“Morning,” he’d managed, stiff and awkward, and he’s sure you noticed. God, why did his voice sound so clipped?

“You doing okay? You looked a little stressed in the meeting earlier.”

And that had really done it. Your concern—casual, effortless—had hit him like a freight train. He could barely stammer out a reply before you were gone, leaving him standing there, coffee untouched, his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

He wants to believe he’s subtle about it, but he knows better. He’s not subtle. Not when he hangs back in the breakroom just to hear you chatting with someone, filing away every detail like the pathetic little moth he is, hopelessly drawn to your flame.

“Yeah, no, I’m just focusing on work right now,” you’d said once, when someone asked if you had any plans for the weekend. No mention of a boyfriend. No hint of anyone waiting for you at home.

It shouldn’t matter, and yet it feels like the cruelest kind of hope, igniting in his chest despite himself.

Nanami leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He’s disgusting. Obsessed. You’re probably not even aware of his existence beyond the bare minimum. Why would you be? You’re smart, funny, stunning—and he’s just him. Dull. Predictable. The kind of guy women settle for when they’re tired of the fireworks.

But oh, if you ever gave him the chance. If you so much as glanced in his direction with anything resembling interest, he’d fall to his knees. Worship you. Do anything to make you happy.

It’s humiliating. The longing, the yearning, the ache.

And yet he can’t stop.

His thoughts spiral as the hours drag on, oscillating between bitterness and hope. He tells himself to stop—orders himself to focus—but his mind keeps circling back to you.

Always you.

The end of the day finally comes, and as he’s gathering his things, he hears the soft sound of your voice drifting from the hallway.

“Night, Nanami!”

You wave as you pass, the gesture casual but bright enough to light up the entire goddamn floor.

“Goodnight,” he replies, quieter than he means to. His hand tightens on his briefcase.

You disappear around the corner, and Nanami stays frozen for a moment, staring at the space where you’d been.

*-*

It’s Christmas in the office.

The annual “holiday celebration,” a thinly veiled excuse for everyone to slack off in the name of festivity. Nanami hates it—or at least he wants to hate it. Forced camaraderie, cheap decorations, music that grates on his nerves. It’s the kind of chaos he typically avoids.

But then you walk in, and every ounce of self-discipline he’s built over the years shatters into irreparable pieces.

The pencil skirt.

The goddamn Christmas-colored pencil skirt. It’s shorter than usual, clinging to your hips in a way that feels engineered to destroy him. The matching blouse, festive but just tight enough to drive him completely fucking insane.

It’s not fair.

You’re smiling as you step into the breakroom, chatting with a coworker, utterly oblivious to the wreckage you’re leaving in your wake.

Nanami’s pulse spikes. His gaze darts away, but the image of you is already seared into his brain, lingering like a bad habit.

He adjusts his tie, swallowing hard. Don’t be a creep. Don’t be a fucking creep. But then his eyes flick back, just for a second, and—oh no. Oh no, no, no.

His pants feel too tight.

He grits his teeth, clenching his jaw as he fumbles with a stack of papers on his desk. His hands tremble slightly. He’s mortified, but there’s no stopping it. Not when his traitorous brain is already spinning, conjuring images he really shouldn’t be entertaining in the middle of the office.

Images of you. That skirt riding up higher, your thighs bare beneath his hands. The sound of your laughter softening into breathless gasps. The way your lips would feel against his skin—

Nanami bolts.

He mutters something vague about needing a minute to no one in particular and beelines for the bathroom. The fluorescent lights are harsh as he leans against the sink, gripping the porcelain edge like it’s the only thing tethering him to sanity.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hisses to his reflection. His tie feels like a noose around his neck.

He splashes cold water on his face, but it doesn’t help. Not when every time he blinks, he sees you. The soft curve of your waist, the way your hair catches the light.

Pathetic. He’s fucking pathetic. You’re just trying to celebrate the holidays like everyone else, and here he is, locked in the bathroom, wrestling with his own shameless thoughts.

The worst part���the absolute worst part—is that it’s not just the dirty shit. Oh, no. His brain is crueler than that.

He imagines quiet mornings with you. You in his kitchen, wearing one of his shirts, smiling at him over a mug of coffee. Your hand brushing his as you pass him a plate, the warmth of your touch lingering long after.

It’s insidious. It’s relentless. It’s everything he doesn’t deserve, and yet he wants it so badly he feels like he might choke on it.

Nanami drags a hand down his face, letting out a groan that echoes in the empty bathroom.

She doesn’t even notice you, idiot.

He stays there longer than he should, collecting himself—or trying to. Eventually, he straightens his tie, squares his shoulders, and forces himself to return to his desk.

But when he passes by the breakroom again, you’re laughing, radiant, and he knows this torture is far from over.

*-*

Nanami doesn’t mean to eavesdrop.

Really, he doesn’t.

But it’s impossible not to overhear you when you’re in the breakroom, talking to someone about the bouquet on the receptionist’s desk.

“Oh, these are lovely,” you say, your voice light and cheerful. “But if I had to pick, I’ve always been more into bold flowers. Red dahlias, spider lilies, roses—things like that. Dark, dramatic colors. They’re so beautiful.”

Nanami freezes in the hallway, a stack of files in his hands. His heart does this stupid little stutter, the same one it always does when he hears your voice. But now it’s worse because his mind is spinning with the image of you holding a bouquet like the one you’ve just described.

Red dahlias, spider lilies. The thought of you cradling those flowers, smiling at them, smiling because of him—he has to physically shake his head to clear it.

He’s pathetic.

He knows he’s pathetic. He clenches the files tighter, willing himself to keep walking, but the image won’t leave him.

Over the next few days, he thinks about it more than he wants to admit. He imagines walking into a flower shop, carefully selecting each bloom, making sure they’re perfect. He imagines handing the bouquet to you, watching your face light up—

And then he imagines the aftermath. You smiling politely, awkwardly thanking him, wondering why the hell one of your coworkers is giving you flowers.

No.

He can’t do it. It’s wildly inappropriate. He’s already teetering on the edge of unprofessionalism just by thinking about you like this.

But then, one quiet afternoon in the office, he hears you mention your birthday in passing.

“Oh, it’s in a month or so,” you say, laughing softly. “I don’t usually do much for it, though. Just a quiet day, you know?”

Nanami marks the date down the second he gets back to his desk. He feels like a creep for it, but the thought of letting the day pass without acknowledgment feels unbearable.

He’s spent weeks overthinking this, debating whether or not he should go through with it. But as he stands outside the florist that morning, the door handle cold in his hand, he decides he can’t let it go.

He picks each flower carefully: crimson dahlias with velvety petals, a few spider lilies that curl dramatically, and deep red roses. It’s a small bouquet—not too extravagant, just enough to feel thoughtful.

By the time he gets to the office, his palms are clammy, and he feels like he might actually pass out.

He doesn’t give it to you right away. He waits until the middle of the day, when the office is quieter and most people are out at lunch. He finds you at your desk, bent over some papers, your hair falling slightly into your face.

“Excuse me,” he says, his voice more formal than he intended.

You look up, blinking in surprise, and when your eyes land on the bouquet in his hands, they widen slightly.

“I, uh—” He clears his throat, trying not to fumble. “I overheard that it was your birthday today. Happy birthday.”

You take the bouquet slowly, your expression shifting from surprise to something softer—something warmer.

“Oh my gosh, Nanami, these are gorgeous,” you say, holding the flowers close to your chest. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“It’s nothing,” he replies quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide how much they’re trembling. “Just… thought you’d like them.”

“I love them.” Your smile is radiant, and for the first time, he feels like he might actually be able to breathe again.

“Thank you,” you say, your voice sincere.

He nods, forcing himself to meet your gaze for just a moment.

“You’re welcome,” he murmurs, before quickly retreating to the safety of his desk.

But that's what happens in his mind, in his fantasy... in reality, he simply left those at your desk while you were in a meeting, though he did hear you gasp when you saw them.

As he sits at his desk, his heart pounding, he allows himself a small, private smile. For once, his yearning doesn’t feel quite so pathetic.

*-*

Nanami doesn’t mean to eavesdrop. Again. But it’s impossible not to hear you when your voice floats down the hallway like that, soft and full of joy.

The bouquet sits proudly on your desk, vibrant reds catching the fluorescent light, and you’re standing nearby, talking to another employee.

“I still can’t believe it,” you’re saying, your tone carrying this sweet mix of wonder and delight. “No one’s ever done something like this for me before. It’s just… so thoughtful, you know?”

Nanami, passing by with his usual quiet efficiency, freezes mid-step. His breath hitches in his throat.

“I mean, look at them,” you continue, gesturing to the flowers. “They’re perfect. Whoever picked these out really put a lot of thought into it.” You laugh softly, a sound that makes his chest ache. “I’m not even sure how they knew these are my favorites.”

He stands there, rooted to the spot, his pulse roaring in his ears.

She’s talking about me. She’s talking about me.

He feels ridiculous for the way his stomach twists, for the heat creeping up his neck. A grown man shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t feel this weak, over a few kind words. But goddammit, he can’t help it.

The idea that you’re gushing about something he did, that he made you happy, even for a moment—it’s enough to undo him completely.

“Whoever it was,” you add, your voice softening, “it’s just… it really made my day. Probably my whole week, honestly.”

Nanami swallows hard, clutching his briefcase like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His emotions are a mess—a chaotic tangle of pride, relief, and something deeper, something that makes his throat feel tight.

He knows he should walk away. He shouldn’t linger here, shouldn’t keep listening like some lovesick fool. But he’s stuck, trapped by the sound of your voice and the warmth in your words.

When he finally moves, it’s with a heaviness in his chest that he can’t quite define. He makes his way back to his desk, sitting down and staring blankly at his computer screen.

*-*

Weeks bleed together in the monotony of office life, except for the moments where Nanami lets himself carve out little spaces of joy—tiny gestures that go unnoticed by most but feel monumental to him.

It starts with a single chocolate, placed carefully on the corner of your desk one morning before you arrive. Just a small thing, barely bigger than his thumb, wrapped in shiny foil. He doesn’t linger to see your reaction. He couldn’t stomach it, not when he knows he’d fold in on himself if you so much as tilted your head in confusion.

But the next day, you’re chatting with the receptionist, that same soft laugh spilling from your lips.

“It’s so weird,” you’re saying, holding the empty wrapper in your fingers. “I found this little chocolate on my desk yesterday. I don’t know who left it, but it was sweet. Made my morning, honestly.”

Nanami ducks his head, pretending to be engrossed in the stack of reports he’s holding, but inside, he’s practically vibrating. She noticed. She noticed.

He tells himself to stop, to leave it there, but he doesn’t. He can’t. The yearning is too big, too loud, and it demands an outlet, however small.

After a grueling conference one afternoon, he slips a bottle of chilled water onto your desk when you step away. Nothing extravagant—just a quiet act of care. You’re gone for no more than a minute, but when you return, you blink down at the bottle, tilting your head in that way he finds unfairly adorable.

“Huh,” you murmur, glancing around. “Did someone leave this?”

You shrug, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip, and Nanami has to fight the urge to look away too quickly, lest anyone catch the faint pink blooming across his cheeks.

It’s pathetic.

The way he lives for these small moments, like a man stranded in a desert, savoring droplets of water. Every tiny gesture, every unnoticed offering, feels like a prayer he’s too afraid to voice aloud.

He notices everything about you. How you seem to perk up on Friday afternoons, your shoulders relaxing as you chat about weekend plans. How you wrinkle your nose just slightly when you’re concentrating. How you hum under your breath when you think no one’s listening—a soft, tuneless sound that drives him to distraction.

He doesn’t need grand gestures. He doesn’t want them. He just wants to make your days a little brighter, even if you never know it’s him.

And god, does he yearn.

He daydreams when he shouldn’t, his thoughts slipping away from spreadsheets and into fantasies that make his chest ache. He imagines brushing your hair back from your face, the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips. He imagines quiet evenings, your laughter filling the silence of his apartment. He imagines the weight of your head on his shoulder as you drift off to sleep.

And sometimes—sometimes, when he’s alone, when the ache feels unbearable—he lets himself imagine things he shouldn’t. Things that make his heart race and his breath catch and leave him staring at his own reflection in shame after.

But he never acts on it. Never says a word. Instead, he keeps leaving his little tokens: a coffee cup placed carefully on your desk when he overhears you complain about a late night, a pack of your favorite pens after you mention running out.

You smile every time, and though you never suspect him, that’s enough. It has to be enough.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

*-*

You’re not an idiot.

No, you may be a little dense sometimes, but you’re not stupid. Someone has been leaving you small, thoughtful little gifts over the past few weeks.

And you have absolutely no idea who it is.

It started innocently enough—chocolate on your desk one morning. You didn’t think much of it at first, but then it kept happening. A bottle of water after a long conference, a cup of coffee after a particularly brutal meeting. At first, you thought maybe it was just a mistake, someone leaving things around and not realizing it was yours. But no, they were always right where you’d find them. Right when you needed them.

It’s sweet. Really sweet. But it's also starting to annoy the ever-living shit out of you because, for the life of you, you can’t figure out who’s doing it.

You’ve spent the past few days trying to narrow it down, your brain doing mental gymnastics over every damn interaction you’ve had at work. And frankly? You’re getting tired of it.

“Alright, let’s break this shit down,” you mutter to yourself as you sip your second cup of coffee of the day, pretending to focus on an email.

Option one: Your boss.

Ha. Right. She’s too busy scheduling her hair appointments to think about leaving chocolates on anyone’s desk. Plus, she’s got the whole “I don’t care if you live or die” attitude, so yeah, not her.

Option two: Kevin from accounting.

Kevin’s an idiot. A well-meaning idiot, but still. He’s the type to forget the coffee in the breakroom and then call it “the best thing ever” for two hours, as though anyone cares about his “discovery.” You’re not buying that.

Option three: That one guy from marketing, Tom.

You nearly burst into laughter just thinking about it. Tom’s an over-caffeinated golden retriever in a human’s body. He’s the type of guy who thinks sending a “Hey, just wanted to check in!” email twice a day is “checking in” on people. He probably couldn’t even remember to get a chocolate from a store, let alone leave it at your desk.

Option four: Nanami.

You pause mid-sip, blinking rapidly. Nanami? The quiet guy from finance? The one who barely says more than a handful of words in a meeting?

Now that’s an intriguing thought. He’s always… there. Always around, like a quiet shadow, observing. Sure, he’s not exactly filling the room with energy, but there’s something there, right? Something beneath that perfectly structured exterior.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. No way. That’s ridiculous.

But then you think about it. Nanami’s the type of guy who doesn’t get distracted by office chaos. He’s methodical. Focused. The guy who lives on routine. He’d be the one to sneakily notice when someone’s overworked and needs a small pick-me-up. He’s just... quiet about it.

But then again, who leaves water bottles, chocolates, and coffee? It’s not like he’s ever said anything about it. Not a single “hey, I thought you might like this,” or anything remotely close to an acknowledgment. Hell, he doesn’t even smile much.

God, he’s so damn mysterious it makes your head spin.

You glance over at his desk. There he is—quiet, as usual. Focused, pretending the world isn’t falling apart around him.

It could be him.

But no. You shake your head, dismissing the thought immediately. He’s not the type. Right?

It’s just… weird. And you’re not even sure why it feels so weird. Maybe it’s just the fact that you’ve got a secret admirer at work, which is fucking hilarious because it sounds like something out of a shitty rom-com you wouldn’t even watch if someone paid you.

"God, I’m going insane," you mutter under your breath, checking your watch. "Seriously. Who the hell is doing this?"

*-*

It took weeks.

Weeks of small gestures.

You’ve figured it out.

It took some careful observation, a bit of deduction, and honestly, a lot of staring at Nanami when he wasn’t looking. But there’s no doubt in your mind now. The quiet, stoic, almost painfully composed man from finance—the one who always has his tie perfectly in place and whose voice could melt butter—he’s your secret admirer.

And oh, it’s delicious.

At first, you weren’t sure. Nanami wasn’t exactly the type to scream “hopeless romantic” or even “mildly interested.” But the more you watched him, the more obvious it became. The way his eyes linger on you just a second too long, the way he tenses when you get too close, the way he seems to disappear right after you find something thoughtful left at your desk.

You caught him once, hovering near the break room as you raved to a coworker about the flowers. He didn’t say a word, but the way he froze mid-step, his jaw tightening ever so slightly? Yeah. That was all the confirmation you needed.

And honestly? You’re thrilled.

Nanami’s hot. Not just conventionally attractive, but smart-hot, the kind of guy who could ruin you with a PowerPoint presentation and a sharp comment about fiscal responsibility. He’s also maddeningly composed, which makes you want to poke at him, see what’s underneath that calm, collected exterior.

So, naturally, you decide to fuck with him.

Just a little.

You can feel the tension building in the air as you move through your day, the little comments, the subtle glances. Nanami’s still trying to play it cool, but it’s clear. He’s a mess. You can see it in the way his eyes dart away when they linger on you a second too long. You can hear it in his voice when he answers you—a little too stiff, a little too forced.

So, you decide to push him.

You start small. Little things. Nothing too obvious, just a few well-placed gestures to see how far you can take him before he finally snaps.

You walk past his desk, and you’re definitely not trying to make sure your skirt hugs your hips just right. You bend over just so to grab a file from your bag, letting him get a full, uninterrupted view of your cleavage.

You’re certain he’s trying not to look—hell, you can practically feel him forcing his eyes up to the ceiling, but you know. You know he’s been watching.

When you straighten up, you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s gripping his pen like it’s a lifeline, his knuckles pale, and his jaw is tight. You smirk, leaning in just a little closer.

“Need something, Nanami?” you ask, the words dripping with an edge of playful mischief.

He swallows, clearly doing everything in his power to maintain his usual stoic expression. “No,” he replies, too quickly, voice clipped. “I’m fine.”

You laugh lightly, keeping the tension alive as you pull away. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him. Oh, this is too good.

You don’t stop there, though. No, you want to see how much he can handle.

The next day, you make sure to wear a skirt that’s just a little tighter, just a little shorter than usual. The fabric clings to you in all the right ways, and when you walk past Nanami’s desk, you make sure to let your hip brush against the edge of his desk, just lightly enough to catch his attention.

As you bend down to grab a report from the printer, you give him the tiniest, most casual look over your shoulder. You’re sure you catch the way his eyes flicker down to your legs before he quickly looks away. Gotcha.

You straighten up, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you walk back past him, barely stopping yourself from humming in satisfaction when you feel his gaze linger on the curve of your back.

It’s all too easy.

And now? Now it’s time to turn it up a notch.

You’ve been toying with him for days now, watching as he stiffens every time you get a little too close, testing how much he can take before his composure cracks. You see the way his breath catches when you “accidentally” brush your arm against his as you pass by. He doesn’t say a word, but you know. You can see it in the way his eyes flash with something darker, something needy, before he shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

You know what you’re doing to him.

And you’re fucking loving it.

*-*

For two weeks, you’ve been shamelessly pushing Nanami to his limits.

You flirt, you linger, you brush your hand against his arm just a little too long, your skirts are shorter, tighter—designed to test the boundaries of his sanity.

And he notices.

Oh, he notices.

But what you don’t see is what’s going on beneath that perfectly calm, stoic exterior.

Because Nanami is losing his fucking mind.

Every look, every casual touch, every time you lean just a little too close—it’s like pouring gasoline on the fire inside him. He’s never been this affected by anyone, and now it feels like he’s constantly teetering on the edge of a cliff.

He tries—he really does—to keep his composure. He’s a professional, damn it. A man of control and discipline. But you? You’re unraveling him piece by piece.

*-*

She knows. Oh, God, she fucking knows. Why is she looking at me like that? Is she doing this on purpose? She’s doing this on purpose. That skirt—did it get shorter? That’s not appropriate for the office, right? Should I say something? No. No, shut up, you idiot. Just focus on your work. She’s walking toward you. Act normal. Act—

“Hey, Nanami, could you help me with something?” you ask, your voice sweet, with just the faintest hint of teasing.

His throat goes dry. He looks up, forcing his expression to remain neutral, professional. “Of course. What do you need?”

You lean closer, your hand brushing his shoulder as you point to your tablet. “I can’t figure out this formula. Can you show me?”

He doesn’t miss the way your perfume lingers in the air, soft and floral, and it’s driving him mad.

“Sure,” he says, his voice even, betraying nothing of the way his heart is hammering in his chest.

But inside? He’s screaming.

*-*

This is a problem. She’s doing it on purpose. She has to be. That look she gave me this morning? That wasn’t casual. No, that was calculated. She’s testing me, trying to see how far I’ll go. Does she know how much I—

He can’t even finish the thought. Because the truth is, his daydreams are becoming increasingly inappropriate, increasingly desperate.

He imagines you sitting on his lap in his office chair, your arms draped around his neck as you laugh at something he said. He imagines kissing you—soft at first, then deeper, more passionate, until he’s completely lost in you. He imagines everything he wants to do to you, and it’s enough to make him clench his fists under his desk, trying to hold himself together.

*-*

One afternoon, you’re standing next to his desk, going on about some report, and he can’t take it anymore. You’re wearing a dress that hugs you in all the right places, and the way you’re looking at him, with that mischievous little glint in your eye—it’s too much.

“Enough,” he says, his voice low, controlled.

You blink, taken aback. “What?”

He stands, towering over you, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on yours. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” you ask, feigning innocence, though the slight curve of your lips betrays you.

“This,” he says, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “The teasing. The looks. The... whatever this is. If you’re trying to drive me insane, congratulations. You’ve succeeded.”

You grin, your eyes sparkling. “Oh? And what are you going to do about it?”

He hesitates for a fraction of a second, then takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I’m going to ask you on a date.”

Your grin widens, and you cross your arms, leaning in just slightly. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” he says firmly, his confidence unwavering now. “Saturday. Seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up.”

You laugh, the sound light and genuine, and he feels his chest tighten all over again.

“Okay, Nanami. You’ve got yourself a date.”

*-*

The date is perfect.

Nanami shows up at your door precisely at seven, looking sharp in a navy suit and holding a small bouquet of red dahlias—your favorite. Dinner is a mix of light conversation and laughter, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm that feels like you’ve known each other forever.

When he walks you back to your apartment, the air between you is warm, charged with something unspoken.

“Want to come up?” you ask, your voice soft, your eyes searching his.

He hesitates for half a second before nodding. “Yes.”

*-*

Your apartment is cozy, filled with little touches that are unmistakably you. Nanami takes it all in—your bookshelves, your mismatched throw pillows, the faint scent of vanilla in the air.

But then you’re there, standing close to him, your eyes meeting his, and everything else fades away.

The first kiss is tentative, a soft meeting of lips that quickly deepens as he pulls you closer, his hands resting on your waist. You sigh against him, your fingers threading through his hair, and he groans softly, losing himself in the warmth of you.

“Nanami,” you murmur, pulling back just enough to catch your breath.

“I hate you,” he says, his voice low, a teasing smile playing at his lips.

You laugh, your forehead resting against his. “Do you?”

“Yes,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I hate the way you consume my thoughts. I hate the way you make me feel so... so...”

“Alive?” you offer, grinning.

“Exactly,” he murmurs, kissing you again, slower this time, like he’s savoring the moment.

Before things can go further, your cat jumps onto the couch, meowing loudly, and you both break apart, laughing.

“Excuse me,” Nanami says, his voice soft but firm as he picks up the cat and carries it to another room. “We need privacy.”

When he returns, you’re still laughing, but he silences you with another kiss, his hands cradling your face.

Between kisses, he whispers things that make your heart ache in the best way.

“You drive me crazy... but I don’t want it to stop. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

By the time the night ends, you’re both a mess of tangled limbs and whispered confessions, and for the first time in weeks, Nanami feels like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

A/N: sorryyy, this might be ooc for him? im unsure...

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 21: Southern Cross

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 1.4k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, your Sukuna X Reader, Megumi X reader

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Manga spoilers: chapters 156/157

Acrux?

Megumi studies the star shaped mark on his bunny shikigami, evidently confused.

He glances at the door.

Gacrux?

" Watch out!" 

Megumi glances up just in time to see you getting launched at him. His eyes widen, arms opening up just in time to properly catch you. Immediately, his eyes are drawn to your hand.

Also Acrux.

" Sorry-"

" No, I don't think this was a coincidence. Stay close to me."

You blink at him, before blinking at the mark on your hand.

At once, he releases rabbit escape which he had previously summoned.

" Panda! What do you think of my rabbit escape?"

Megumi takes a step closer as he calls out to your older classmate, automatically pulling you with him for some reason. He glances at you shortly, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep your side pressed to his. You blink, not exactly catching onto what's happening just yet.

" It was sooo cute! Second only to me!"

Annoyance takes over Megumi's features.

" I'm asking about what they could and couldn't get closer to!"

" Oh. They were able to approach me and the second floor!, But couldn't get to Kirara or the door to the monitoring room!"

" Is there a star mark and a name somewhere on your body?"

" Eh?!" 

Indeed, on Panda's butt, was another star with a name.

" Imai? It says Imai!"

Panda calls as he reads his mark.

Megumi searched himself for a good second too, raising his shirt go reveal a very toned stomach and another star with a name. Acrux, just like you.

Your eyes widen in realization.

" It must be based on a constellation. "

Megumi nods.

" Panda! This cursed technique is based on a constellation! This one is based on 'The Southern Cross'."

Based on Kirara's face, Megumi must be correct.

" Megumii, Y/NN! I don't understand!"

" Panda, the southern cross has 4 stars, right?"

" Well, yeah, since it's a cross."

" I initially thought that Kirara's technique assigned a star from the southern cross to each target, and forces them to stay at a certain distance from each other. But Kirara is able to approach the door, Y/N is glued to me, and we're able to approach each other. Which is why I think that this is more like a board game that decides a route. And that each star has an order to which they can approach each other. And the same stars can stick together."

" Shouldn't the user be unaffected by their cursed technique?"

You shrug

" Usually, yeah. But Kirara was also forced to stay away from devine dog."

" Maybe it just makes our stars repel the stars of Kirara and the door."

" If that's the case, then why hasn't Kirara run into the monitoring room?"

" Oh, right- It's game over for us if she sticks to the door from the inside."

" For now, Kirara is on guard to make sure we don't break whatever condition it is that would allow us to break into the monitor room unnoticed by her."

Your eyes widen.

" Doesn't that mean that there's at least 5 stars?"

Megumi nods.

" What if there's a sixth or a seventh? "

" Let's just hope that's not the case."

The conversation is cut short as Kirara joins the scene, somewhere seemingly having found a car and plowing it straight at the three of you.

" Panda!"

" I've got it!-"

" Don't throw it! It's marked with the same star as the one on your body. -"

" -If you throw it it'll either come back to you or you'll be pulled to it!"

" Megumi, over there!" 

At one of the random ledges of the roof, is indeed a different star. The one you were looking for.

Everything seems to happen at once. The two of you head to the star, Kirara sends a bunch of stuff at you, and while Megumi reaches the 5th star of her technique, you manage to wrap a steady stream of water around Kirara, and pull yourself towards her.

Megumi suppresses his cursed energy by a level for a moment, getting him pulled towards you this time, and wrapping Kirara in a headlock.

Finally, Kirara is on the floor, Megumi holding her arm behind her back.

" Listen to what we have to say."

Kirara looks rather annoyed that Megumi's plan had worked.

" Did you really plan this all out? Surely you didn't know that I cannot mark water with my technique. Or that you would be pulled towards her."

" Originally, it was by chance. But I realized that the one with lesser cursed energy gets pulled towards the one with more cursed energy."

Kirara's eyes widen, before she grumbles.

" I can't believe you're a first year. You're not so cute."

Finally, Megumi lets her go, opting for another approach. He bows respectfully, all the way to the ground.

" Please, listen to what we have to say."

Kirara glances over him and you, before sighing.

" Fine.-"

In that exact second, Yuuji is launched through the door you guys were stalling, Sukuna followed soon after. 

Hakari looks angry as he follows them out.

" Megumi, Panda, Y/N, you guys stay out of this. Su- Woozi, leave this to me."

Sukuna scoffs in annoyance, but steps back.

 Hakari grins.

" You're underestimating me."

And then he throws a punch straight at Yuuji. Everyone's eyes widen. Sukuna's do too, before they narrow.

" Yuuji-"

" The fuck are you doing?-"

Hakari visibly gains interest as he shoves Yuuji, only for him to remain standing.

He raises a brow.

" Interesting. I'll listen to what you have to say... For as long as you remain standing."

Kirara leans over the railway where you're all stood.

" Kin, these kids want your help! Listen to what they have to say!" 

Hakari huffs.

" I just said I'll listen."

Kirara blinks.

" Oh. Then it's all good.. I guess..?"

" Hey Itadori, why me? This is the first time we've met, is it not?"

" Because my upperclassman said you're strong-"

" That's what I thought."

Hakari launches a punch in Yuuji's face as he speaks.

" When a sorcerer asks for help, it's basically asking 'please risk your life with me'! You need to convey a fever worthy of making me risk my life. Right here, right now! But instead of that, you came here because you were told to?! What the hell is old Yaga doing?! He's supposed to weed out wusses like you!"

" I don't have a fever.-"

" Huh?"

"-I'm a cog. A cog, for sorcerers to continue exorcising curses."

" Hey, hey, hey, you serious? That's so boring!"

Hakari pulls his fist back, and Megumi's eyes widen.

" Yuuji! That's enough!"

The punch never arrives. A steady stream of water is clasped around his wrist. You jump over the railing, approaching Hakari, your eyes narrowed in a sharp glare.

" Who the hell are you? And what the hell is this technique?!" 

Hakari is evidently taken by surprise as he struggling against the steady stream of water.

" My name is Kamo Y/N. This is pointless. If you're afraid to fight for real, pretend this stupid club is worth your time, then so be it.-"

You bend the water back in your water skin.

" If you're looking for a real fight however, come with us. You have nothing better to do anyway." 

You cross your arms over one another, glaring at him. Yuuji's eyes widen.

" Y/N.-"

" Yuuji, shut up."

Sukuna walks over, grinning as he slings an arm around your shoulder.

Hakari grins, scoffing.

" You have guts.-"

He glances up to where Megumi, Panda and Kirara are stood.

" Come down. We can make a deal."

Megumi's eyes widen, as does Panda's. 

" Did she just...?"

" Uhm, yeah..? The problem's solved...? We convinced him...? "

Kirara hums at Megumi's puzzled words.

" Yep."

" Thank you?"

" No problem. Kinji doesn't like the higher ups. But his-"

She nods at you, under Sukuna's arm.

" -girl really got his fever going."

Megumi coughs.

His girl. Sukuna's girl. As if. Tch.

" She's not his girl. They're just friends."

Kirara raises an interested brow at Megumi.

" Your girl?"

Megumi blushes, not answering her as he jumps over the railing.

[ A/N: This was all so confusing in the manga holy shat-. Also, happy new year : ]

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It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.

"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"

"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.

You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.

"Meow," you had said.

"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.

Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.

"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"

"What did you just call her?'

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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.

"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.

As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.

"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.

A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.

"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"

"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."

And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"You should leave her at home--"

"--absolutely not--"

"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"

"--unequivocally, no--"

"--why not?!"

Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.

"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.

"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."

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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"

"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."

"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.

"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"

The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.

"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"

"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"

Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.

"Get this fucking thing off me--"

"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."

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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.

Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.

He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.

You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.

"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."

You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."

"Meow."

"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."

The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.

You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.

Silence.

"...what is wrong with y--"

"Meow."

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Skitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.

Skitterskitterskitter.

Thunk.

More distant meows.

"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.

SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--

Directly over his face.

"Meow--"

"I am begging you--"

RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

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"I miss you."

You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.

Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.

You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.

"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.

He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.

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"Meow."

Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--

Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.

You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.

"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"

You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.

Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.

"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"

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Chapter 20: Infiltrating

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount: 2.3k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, your Sukuna X Reader, Megumi X reader

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Manga spoilers: chapters 153/154

" Hakari is now in an abandoned multi-level parking lot in Tochigi prefecture. He's making money by becoming a bookmaker for gambling matches."

Yuuji blinks at the information Tengen just gave your group.

" Gambling matches?"

" Fights between Jujutsu sorcerers."

Megumi raises a brow.

" The spectators are..?"

" Non sorcerers. "

" Doesn't that mess with Jujutsu Society article 8? To keep confidential?"

You blink in confusion as you ask the question.

" Among the participants must be some curse users. Please be careful."

-

" Why'd we need to change clothes?"

Yuuji is the only one to voice the question you, him and Sukuna have as you all shrug your uniform jacket off.

" Hakari was suspended because he disputed with the higher ups. He's also violating the Jujutsu Tech rules. If he knows we're from Jujutsu Tech, he might run away."

Megumi explains, tugging off his own jacket to reveal a neat white button up.

" We're here in the name of Jujutsu Tech?"

Sukuna puts his hands in his hoodie's pockets. (You covered up his marks with make up, making him appear like an exact copy of Yuuji.)

" It counts as a grey area for us. But as far as he's concerned, we're foes."

Damn. Hakari certainly sounds like a pain in the ass.

" Is he even going to be willing to cooperate?"

You raise a brow as you ask the question for obvious reasons.

Megumi glances at you, shrugging.

" The only thing I'm sure about is that he's definitely not a good person. A bunch of seniors told me he's an absolute jerk, but Okkotsu mentioned that Hakari is stronger than him, so we'll definitely need him."

The four of you walk into the building, only to meet 2 tough looking dudes.

" Get lost brats. This isn't some place to hang out. Imma count to three and when I'm done you all beter be out of my sight or I'll beat the crap out of you."

The tougher one has gotten up, approaching your group. You shift uncomfortably. He doesn't have cursed energy. You'd rather not fight him.

Yuuji blinks nervously too, while Sukuna remains unbothered.

" We need some cash, let us participate in the gambling matches."

The guy who approached barely blinks before he aims a quick punch at Megumi's face at his words. Your eyes widen, but Megumi doesn't flinch.

" The first rule of Gambling Club. 'Don't talk about Gambling club.' Tell me who told you. I'll beat you up afterwards."

" I don't know the guy's face.-"

" Yeah, cuz' I killed him!"

Why was tough guy lying?

"- About a month ago, there was a crappy fighter guy who only acted tough, right?"

Tough guy and his shorter acquaintance behind him exchange glances.

Holy shit, Megumi is good at this.

" I'll fight in his place. Or shall I just beat you up in front of your boss?"

Tough guys brows furrow.

" I'm not sure if that's fine-"

" -boss gave permission."

Tough guy blinks at his acquaintance.

Well that was quick.

" We're going to put this guy in the seeded position. However-"

The short acquaintance glances between all of you, before eventually stopping at Yuuji and Sukuna.

" -They'll fight."

Megumi glances coolly at Yuuji before focusing his gaze on the acquaintance again.

" No way, I'll be the one to fight."

" Boss doesn't like you. If you don't agree, the deal is off."

Megumi glances up at the camera beside your group.

" Fine."

" It's all good then."

Soon enough, you're allowed through.

" Megumi, isn't this dangerous? We're pushing the bluff a bit far."

Yuuji appears to be the only one to be concerned about this. Sukuna glances at him like he said something disgusting, and even you blink at his innocence.

" Not really. The only trouble we'd face is if there are curse users. We'd need to rearrange the plans for that.-"

You blink.

There's a plan?

"-Besides, there's a big chance Hakari is up there, considering they have been watching us through the camera's. Itadoris, you two participate in the match and investigate what's going on from the inside. There's a 50/50 chance of getting in, but Y/N and me will try to infiltrate through the parking lot. I believe they are suspicious of me, so keeping Y/N with me should make me less suspicious. We came here to ask Hakari for help. To be honest,  I don't think it's all that wise to make a move tonight, but I don't want to waste time before Tsumiki's deadline."

You nod at Megumi's plan. Sukuna doesn't entirely look pleased about the situation, but he nods anyway. Yuuji glances at his phone.

" It's 9 pm on the tenth."

You hum.

" We've got 9 days."

" Damn, those cursed spirits certainly took a lot of extra time."

You nod at Sukuna's words. You guys did waste a lot of time on fighting cursed spirits (and finding the right way.)

" So tonight, Sukuna and I need to penetrate the club to meet Hakari. If there's even a hint of trouble, we'll back off."

Sukuna rolls his eyes at Yuuji's words.

Damn, he's boring. Trouble is where the fun starts.

At least his twin back in his universe knows that.

Meanwhile Megumi nods.

-

" There's two rules. ' Don't try to run away' and 'Don't use any Jujutsu techniques'."

Yuuji blinks.

" Why? I don't care if my opponent uses any techniques against me."

Sukuna blinks lazily, leaning back in the worn seat of the couch.

" Because the spectators are almost entirely nonsorcerers. They won't be interested in a battle they can't see. "

Yuuji nods at tough guy's explanation of the rules.

" What about 'no running away?'"

" It means you gotta fight where the customers can see you."

Sukuna raises a brow.

" Customers? You mean the people watching?"

" Of course. This is business."

Tough guy turns around, and both boys follow.

" What kind of person is the boss?" 

Sukuna blinks at Yuuji.

So much for being discreet.

" You'll know when you meet him."

" Can we meet him?"

" Maybe. If he'll find either of you interesting he'll call you."

Sukuna smirks.

 " So all we gotta do is put on a show of violence?"

-

" Oh there you are."

You turn around, surprised to find none other than-

" Panda?"

" Hi Y/N, Fushiguro." 

You blink, confused. 

When did he get here?

" I participated in the fights as well. Yuuji's twin from your world is terrifyingly strong, Y/N. I dare even say that Woozi could take Sukuna in hand to hand combat."

You smile at Panda.

" That's probably because he is Sukuna, he took Woozi as a cover name."

Panda's eyes widen, and he's about to reply, when Megumi cuts in.

" Enough. Sukuna and Yuuji can get close to Hakari now, correct? Why have you been unable to meet him?"

" Well, I do know where he is. He's in the monitoring room on the roof. But I can't get close to him."

You raise a brow.

" Can't get close?"

" Whenever I get to the roof and approach the door, the distance between me and the door doesn't change. No matter if I walk or run, it just doesn't work. It feels similar to Satoru's cursed technique.- It's probably due to Kirara's technique.-"

You blink.

" -The other third year student?"

Megumi furrows his brow for a moment, thinking.

" Does that only occur when Kirara is in the room?"

" I don't know. Hakari and Kirara are always together. If I pursue him too much, he may try to run away from me. Which is why I devoted myself to pulling the crowd. I'm glad you guys came to help."

You smile while Megumi nods at him.

" Do you think Yuuji can persuade Hakari?"

" It'll be hard. It depends on Hakari's willingness to jow. Not neccessarily Itadori's persuasion skills. I believe Yuuji's cheerfulness and smooth talk personality matches Hakari's rather well. But he's a bad liar, right?"

" Not neccessarily. The idea to lie just doesn't occur to him. We've given him some instructions. The worst scenario is would be if they find out that he's a Jujutsu Tech member, and if he's thrown out of the room without the opportunity to talk. Or if Hakari's underlings choose to intervene."

You raise a brow.

" Don't forget that Sukuna is there too."

Megumi raises a brow at you in return.

" Is he good at persuading people?"

You blink.

" Uhm... well... Not really. But he'll have Yuuji's back. The only thing he's truly good at is beating up people." 

Megumi sighs, nodding.

" Let's just hope it doesn't get to that."

" I think I should infiltrate through the parking lot and move up to the roof to guard the door. That way they'll have time to talk once Itadori and Sukuna get in the room." 

You raise a brow.

" There's a lot of guards on the way there though...?" 

Was he planning to kill them?

Panda smiles, shaking his head.

" Don't worry. I won't kill them. I'll just knock them out."

Megumi furrows his brows.

" There's security cameras though. There's no way you'll pass by unnoticed while they negotiate."

Panda shakes his head again.

" I know all the blind spots. Either way, it's not a big deal if they'll see me anyway. Besides, Hakari and Kirara are the only decent sorcerers. The guards aren't much of a deal."

Megumi raises his hand to his chin, thinking it over for a mullet.

" It could work.."

" Our biggest concern is Kirara's technique, it can't be helped. If Kirara can use warping or something alike to move Itadori out or put their comrades inside-"

" Let's give up on trying to persuade Hakari."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at Megumi's words.

" Huh?"

-

" Hey, look there."

Both knucklehead guards turn to face the cute Panda who has mysteriously appeared in the hallway, puzzled.

" You think that thing will eat my fish sausage?" 

" That thing participated in the tournament, you know?" 

Panda drops his pose, smiling.

"  Yeah, but she didn't." 

At once, a steady stream of water hits both men cross their abdomen, sending them flying into a wall, immediately knocking them out. You smile as you manipulate the water back in your water skin, screwing the lid shut.

"  Nice. You really are stronger then you look.- I'll have that sausage though." 

You cringe as Panda takes the sausage, which had previously fallen on the ground.

Moments later, the two of you burst through the door leading up to the roof, where Megumi was already waiting for you.

"  Panda, is this really all right? If Hakari gets mad at us for this later.." 

Panda hums, smiling.

" It's fine, it's fine. Let's hurry up and block the way to the room."

Suddenly, Megumi's eyes connect with someone else's, as does Panda's.

"  Panda?" 

You glance at the stranger as well. Shit, she definitely knows who he is. And evidently, it doesn't take long for her to connect the dots about you and Megumi's identity.

Kirara.

She moves to fish something out of her pocket, but-

"  Devine dog!" 

Megumi's shadow shikigami is quick, but the oddest thing happens. With a touch to devine dog's snout, it suddenly hurls towards Megumi, as if she punched it as hard as she could.

Suddenly, you notice a spark above Megumi's head. And he's not the only one. Panda and Devine dog have a spark too. Did she mark them?

You don't get a lot of time to think. Soon enough, she's turning around, intending to sprint to the room on the roof where Hakari, Yuuji and Sukuna already are.

"  Wait, Kirara! We're not your enemies! We have a request to make to Hakari!" 

Soon enough, everyone is moving at once. Panda is a few paces behind her, and Devine dog is already moving to stand between the door and her.

"  No way am I going to believe you! I'm disappointed in you, Panda." 

She scoffs, suddenly standing still as Devine dog is now stood between the door and her. At once, Megumi is pulled towards Devine dog, like some kind of magnet.

Odd. Kirara is stuck in her spot, seemingly, as is Panda, and Megumi can't move away from Devine dog.

What kind of cursed technique is this?

" If you could get a monthly income of one million yen by working one hour a day, would you believe me?" 

Sukuna glares at Hakari Kinji, who seems much too comfortable, seated on a couch, arms spread wide.

He looks like a drug dealer. Sukuna notes to himself.

"  Hm...?" 

Yuuji sweats, a little nervous about the situation.

" I'd say you're full of shit." 

[ A/N: Updates are slower than expected bc holy shit it's hard to follow this part of the manga.]

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For now, I’ve only got the boxer!sukuna series here. I apologize for the lack of variety :(

boxer!Sukuna series (not in any particular order)

Sukuna annoys you as you do his skincare

Kissing his boxing gloves

Sukuna is jealous that his sparring mate likes you, his best friend (feat. Boxer!Toji)

Sukuna does ballet for his daughter’s plushies

Play fighting with him

Sukuna dedicates his first major win to you.

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I need…more….inumaki…arranged marriage…I LOVE UR WORKS ON THEM IT MAKES ME SO SMILEY AND 🥰🥰❤️❤️ keep it up, ur works are so amazing !!

Aah, that's so nice to hear, thank you! I'm working on the next part but I'm really just improvising every drabble hence why it takes a while 😅

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This is story is amazing 🤩

The more I read it, the more I want to request Wing beifong

Oml, I'm glad you enjoy! I'm working on pt.2 but I've currently got writer's block lol.

Anyway, what would you request?

The fic Anon is referring too

You. As Ghazan and Ming Hua's child.

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The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 19: A Plan

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 2.6k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, your Sukuna X Reader, Megumi X reader

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Manga spoilers: chapters 145/146

You blink. Sukuna blinks. Everyone blinks.

Was this alien-like being Tengen?

Sukuna wasn't surprised Tengen didn't acknowledge him. It was a given considering he's got no cursed energy.

But he wasn't the only one who wasn't acknowledged. 

" Don't I get a hello, Tengen?"

Her face tells you Yuki's not entirely pleased about him.

Had something happened between them before?

" This isn't the first time we've met, Tsukumo Yuki."

" Why did you close off the tombs of the star corridor?"

She was not afraid to ask questions.

She had more guts than you expected.

" I was afraid you might be in alignment with Kenjaku. After all, I cannot see into the human heart."

Kenjaku?

" Kenjaku?"

You're not the only one who's wondering who he's talking about.

" The sorcerer who was once Noritoshi Kamo, and is now inhabiting the body of Suguru Geto."

" That name suggests compassion and salvation. Give me a break."

" Master Tengen, why do you look like that?" 

You blink at Yuuji's bold question.

The being that is Tengen smiles.

" I may be immortal, but I'm not immune to aging. After 500 years, you'd look like this too."

Yuuji's mouth forms an 'o'.

" For real?" 

Megumi seemingly has had enough.

" Excuse me but.." 

And so does Yuta.

" ...We came to ask about Kenjaku's objectives and how to open the prison realm. Will you tell us what you know?"

" I wish I could simply say yes, but there is one condition."

 " Okkotsu Yuta, Tsukumo Yuki, Death Womb Painting, and L/N Y/N, two of you must remain here to serve as my guards."

You blink. Again.

You? Why? And whose last name was that? What was your actual play in this universe? Did you have a current life here? Or a past life?

Things are so confusing now that Tengen's talking to you.

Meanwhile Sukuna's brows furrow in annoyance. Ain't no way he's allowing this alien like thing to keep you here.

He's not aware, and neither are you, but Megumi thinks the same as he glances at you, shifting the slightest bit closer to you than he already is.

You're not from here, and there's no way in hell that he's allowing you to die in his world.

" Y/N ain't staying with you alien. Keep dreaming." 

Politeness and formalities have never been Sukuna's thing. And that was evident in the way he spoke.

Megumi watches with a cool expression. He doesn't like Sukuna, but at least he can agree with him on keeping you safe.

" Y/N won't stay with you. She's not from our universe. We can't really risk her dying.- But why guards? Aren't you immortal? "

Yuta agrees.

" Are you worried about the seal?"

" No fair! You haven't even told us why or for how long we'd have to do it!"

The room has turned a bit chaotic now that Maki and Yuki are speaking too, with Maki remaining more serious.

Tengen doesn't bother to acknowledge anyone. Not even glancing at Sukuna's blatant disrespect.

" So then, shall I speak of Kenjaku? His objective is to force the evolution of all human beings throughout the land of Japan. "

Megumi blinks, mildly growing impatient.

" We heard that. But what exactly does he intend? Why didn't Kenjaku use your barrier that time, and turn everyone into a sorcerer that time via Idle Transfiguration? "

Tengen sighs.

" He lack the cursed energy to do that. Cursed energy that has been refined through uzumaki cannot return to the sorcerer. Triggering an evolution in each individual with cursed energy is incredibly inefficient. The method Kenjaku has chosen is the merger of human kind and me."

Once again, everyone's eyes widen.

Yuuji and Megumi are the first to speak.

" Isn't that impossible for anyone but a plasma vessel?"

" Is that even possible?"

" Yes. The way I was before. But now that I have evolved for the past 11 years, it wouldn't be impossible. "

You raise a brow.

" But aren't you one person? How could you merge with multiple. "

Sukuna huffs in disinterest. He came to get you, and now he's getting wrapped up in this shit.

You two should be looking on how to get home. Not meddle in this shit. He'll just katana Gojo out of there if it really bothers you that much.

Tengen's alien eyes fix onto you.

" The way I was before, yes, but now that I have evolved for over 11 years. It wouldn't be impossible for me to merge with someone other than a star plasma vessel. I am not what you see before you at this moment. My soul exists all around us. As I said, myself is now the world...."

Tengen carries on explaining, and you grow more confused with the second. You're not even going to bother to try and understand.

You glance at Megumi, who is stood closely beside you, yet he seems to be understanding the conversation without issue, following Tengen's every word.

You glance at Sukuna next, only to see he's barely paying attention to it, his brows furrowed in that familiar annoyed frown.

However, eventually, you do manage to get the most important bit together: Tengen's evolved form causes him to be more curse than human, and that makes him a target for curse manipulation.

Your eyes widen, everyone's does. (Except for Sukuna, the little shit doesn't give a damn whether Tengen dies or lives.)

This was the reason Tengen wanted guards. Kenjaku was currently inhabiting Suguru Geto after all. 

Tengen doesn't stop explaining after that. He continues on, talking about destinies. Everything had been in place. The Star Plasma Vessel, the Six Eyes user, Tengen, but then appeared someone with a heavenly restriction. 

You glance at Sukuna at the news, who somehow seems even more annoyed. 

He means Toji Zen'In of course. The only other person you know who had a heavenly restriction.

Tengen doesn't stop there, continuing on about how Toji destroyed their destinies and a boy with curse manipulation came along.

Now finally done, Megumi speaks.

" So why is the Culling Game happening?"

[ Here's your dear author speaking, apologies for breaking the fourth wall- I sincerely do not understand Tengen's yapping. 

Put simply: "To avoid any interruption in the merging of Tengen and Kenjaku."]

Finally, Sukuna has had enough.

" Okay. Great. Kenjaku wants you dead, sucks to be you. More importantly,  how do we free Satoru Gojo?"

Everyone is speechless as Sukuna steps closer from where he had been standing off to the side.

Sukuna's annoyed eyes sharpen into a glare, daring everyone to question him.

Even Yuta steps back.

For a guy with no cursed energy, he was damn intimidating.

" F-First, decide who stays." 

Tengen certainly has nerve to not directly answer Sukuna.

In return, Sukuna glares, stepping towards him. However, you're quick to step to his side, pressing a hand to his shoulder.

" Knock it off." 

Sukuna sighs as he glances at your much less intimidating glare. However, he does listen.

" I'll stay." 

Yuki and Choso are both quick to answer.

You glance at both of them, watching their reaction with surprise.

" Yuuji, you absolutely need Okkotsu or this woman's (Yuki) cooperation. Especially if Kenjaku comes here. Ending his life means salvation for my little brothers."

Yuki smiles at Choso's words.

" And I'm not done talking to Tengen. Is that all right, Okkotsu?"

" Yeah, I don't want to leave the others."

" Thank you. Now this-"

Tengen creates a small black hole, pulling out what appears to be a box.

" -Is necessary for freeing Gojo Satoru. It is the 'back' of the Prison Realm."

Megumi raises an incredulous brow.

" Back?"

Yuki raises a brow too.

" I've never heard of that."

Yuuji blinks.

" You mean like a back gate?"

Tengen nods (or does he? You're not sure.)

" Yes it is."

" Gojo Satoru is also sealed inside this rear gate. The authority to open it lies with Kenjaku. Breaking it open requires either the Inverted Spear of Heaven that nullifies cursed technique, or the Black Rope which cancels cursed technique effects."

Your brows shoot up, immediately drawing towards your best friend.

While Megumi and Yuuji both whine, you press a hand to Sukuna's arm in hope.

" You don't happen to have it with you? Do you? You always carry it around with missions." 

Sukuna blinks, brows furrowing in annoyance.

" Well get a load of this shit-"

-

[ Parallel Jujutsu Kaisen Universe, Tokyo Jujutsu Tech ]

" Is that?" 

" Yes."

Gojo Satoru tugs his blindfold off, as if needing to see it with his own eyes.

" Huh. He really dropped it. Is he dead?"

Gojo glances back at Megumi.

He leaves for one night, on a business trip, and apparently his students take that as a que to go do dumb stuff by themselves.

Megumi shakes his head, his brows furrowed in concern.

" No. I don't think so. He fell in this like... loop? It was really odd looking. Sensei, I don't think we can kill that curse. I think that wherever it put Sukuna, Y/N might be there too. Perhaps it works like the Prison Realm?" 

The corners of Gojo's mouth twitch up in a smile.

" Ah, you know what that is? "

Megumi nods, still focused.

" Well then,- "

Gojo gets up, putting his blindfold back on. As he passes by Megumi, he pats his fluffy back hair, the dame way he did many years ago.

"-Don't worry Megumi, sensei will take care of it."

Gojo steps away again  before turning back around. 

" Oh, and hide that away. We can't have people know that Sukuna is gone, and that the Inverted Spear of Heaven is still here. It's bound to bring trouble."

Megumi nods, glancing down at the weapon on the table with frustration. 

Where are his two most annoying classmates?

-

Yuki sighs, turning to Tengen.

" Is there another way?" 

" Yes. Among the players in the Culling Games, is a sorcerer from a thousand years ago who calls herself Angel. Her cursed technique can extinguish any cursed technique."

Megumi and Yuta's eyes widen.

" She can extinguish.."

" ...cursed techniques?"

" Yes. The angel's cursed technique can open the back of the Prison Realm. "

" Do you know where she is now?"

" The colony in the east side of Tokyo. The game barriers reject me, so I don't have anymore in formation."

However, that doesn't stop him from explaining even more stuff. Eventually, it comes down to this: There are 10 colonies in Japan. The games are to distract sorcerers and give Kenjaku an opening, so he can perform his plan on Tengen. The ritual for that might take around two months.

Which brings everything back to the current issue.

According to rule one ' After awakening a cursed technique, players must declare their participation in the colony of their choice within 19 days.'

" Right now, It's november 9."

Maki points out.

" The player sorcerers awakened around midnight at october 31."

Yuta reminds.

" So Tsumiki has roughly 10 days and 15 hours to declare participation.- Master Tengen, you said that refusing to participate results in death."

Megumi is evidently stressed out.

Rule two 'Any player who breaks the previous rule shall be subjected to cursed technique removal.'

" That is correct. "

Maki furrows her brows.

" Shoko was correct, sorcerers like me who don't have a cursed technique aren't at risk." 

" So, what about civilians who are already inside the barrier?"

Yuuji wonders rightfully.

Rule three 'nonplayers who enter the colony will become players at the moment of entry and shall be considered to have declared participation in the Culling Game.'

" They will at least be given one chance to exit."

Yuki supplies.

" How generous."

Sukuna's sarcastic voice drawls.

He can see how involved you are. How hard you're trying to understand the Culling Game. 

Which means you're going to get yourself involved. Which means he'll get himself involved as well.

More rules are explained, and honestly, it's so much your brain gives up.

Eventually, the worst comes to light.

Rule four, 'Players score points by ending the lives of other players.' And rule eight 'if a players score remains the same for 19 days, that player will be subjected to cursed technique removal.'

You swallow.

Yuuji looks at the ground, not liking this at all.

" So I'll have to kill people... again."

Megumi shakes his head.

" No. I have a few ideas."

Maki sighs.

" Well, that's the info we've got. Now we each have a role to play. Yuki and Choso will remain here to protect master Tengen. I will return to the Zen'In clan and collect cursed tools. Since Satoru was sealed, the Kamo and Zen'In clans cleared out the Jujutsu Tech's cursed warehouse. But since Megumi is now in charge-"

Sukuna, Yuuji and you look at him with wide eyes.

Of course, you know he's technically the rightful heir to the clanleader role, but has he actually taken on the role in this universe?

Megumi glances at all three of you.

" I'll explain later."

" -Afterward, I will find Panda and help address the game. And you, Yuta?"

" I'm going to enter a colony right away and take part in the game. Before the others participate, I want to gather information. I'll avoid nearby colonies so we don't end up accidentally killing each other. Barriers may block cellphone reception, so we might be out of contact for a while."

At once, his eyes widen as his connect to Yuuji's.

Ah, their tacky promise of Yuta killing Yuuji.

Megumi's brows furrow.

" Don't even think about it. I'll be fine." 

Megumi hold up a fist in a way to... reassure him..? Threaten him..? You're not sure.

" Yuuji. I'll use Water Manipulation on you if Sukuna takes over."

Yuuji's eyes widen as he faces you. Megumi raises a confused brow.

" What?"

" That night in Shibuya- You- you're the one who..?"

" Yes."

Yuta blinks, confused.

" What?"

" Water manipulation works on blood. " 

Choso supplies suddenly from where he's standing.

He nods at you in understanding while the rest remains puzzled. (Except for Sukuna of course- he already knows after all.)

" Don't kill him."

You shake your head.

" Yuuji'll be fine with me."

Megumi turns to Maki.

" Maki, what do we do?"

" You guys go to Kinji as planned."

Yuuji blinks.

" Kinji?"

" Hakari Kinji, a suspended third year." 

Yuta explains.

" Anyway, we're short handed, so we gotta rope in whoever we can. Y/N, Sukuna-"

" We're in."

Sukuna doesn't look happy, and you blink up at him.

He blinks back at you.

" I know you weren't planning on leaving."

You smile at him, nodding.

" What about Kinji, is he strong?" 

Yuuji is curious about this stranger.

" Well, he's moody. But when he gets worked up, he's stronger than I am."

Maki scoffs.

" That's not true."

What that said, you all leave, leaving Yuki and Choso behind.

" Choso!"

Yuuji calls him.

" Thanks. I appreciate it."

Choso smiles.

" Don't die, okay?"

Yuuji raises his hand in greeting as your group leaves.

Off to finding Hakari it is.

[ A/N: Holy shit, sorry for the very late update, this chapter was such a pain to write damn.]

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roommate!geto who you are weary to move in with at first, but as soon as you meet him you feel perfectly comfortable- like you’ve known each other for decades~

roommate!geto who insists on calling you “baby” and “doll” all the time

roommate!geto who you cuddle up with in your shared living room every thursday night to watch movies~

he’s already sitting on the couch with open arms when you come out to the shared space, “what’re we watching today baby?”

roommate!geto who has to excuse himself for a minute (or two) when he sees you walk out of you room in sleep shorts that expose the curve of your ass and a tank top with no bra.

roommate!geto who gets hard whenever a sex scene comes on, he knows you can feel his length pressing against your back, but the fact he knows you can feel it turns him on more~

roommate!geto who always sneaks touches. <3

nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while you “platonically” cuddle during the movie. taking in the scent of your freshly lotioned skin~

grabbing your waist to guide you when you’re at parties, shielding you from any boys that might be around,

pressing his hips against yours whenever he stands behind you,

tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear mid conversation.

roommate!geto who drives you everywhere- he doesn’t mind because he loves spending time with you <3

roommate!geto who you give little fashion shows before you go out clubbing with your friends. “you look beautiful doll”

roommate!geto who despite loving your outfit can’t stop thinking about how some guy might hit on you at the club

roommate!geto who cannot shut up about you to satoru~

roommate!geto who starts taking up skirt pictures of you to show satoru what has him going crazy-

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a/n: ok i finally got the courage to get this out of my drafts. pls lmk if it’s actual shit 😭

also i didn’t proofread or anything so there might be mistakes- sorry again!

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Hello!! I have a request for you!

So I was just thinking how if yuji maybe had a crush on someone and didn’t really know who to ask for advice since nobara would straight up laugh at him, and megumi wouldn’t really care. He knows the reader and Nanami are happily married so he decided to ask him for advice on how to ask the girl out!

This is the cutest thing ever, had to write that asap

Yuji asking Kento Nanami and his wife for relationship advice

Pairing: husband!Nanami x reader; Yuji x reader in a mother/son kinda way

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: If there's one couple that comes to his mind when he thinks about relationships, it has to be you and Nanami-sensei. Who else to ask for relationship advice if not you and him, then?

Warnings: this is pure fluff with a tint of comedy y'all, I'm in love with the Yuji and Nanami content, just a little happiness to brighten your day hehe

Yuji Itadori wanders the halls of Jujutsu High with a slight blush dusting his cheeks. He’s been doing everything he can to pretend everything is normal, but the fact is, he’s got something weighing on him - and it’s not cursed spirits for once. He’s been distracted during training, missing cues and slipping up in ways that aren’t like him. Megumi and Nobara have noticed, but his usual grin deflects their concern. What they don’t know is that there’s a girl he can’t stop thinking about, and Yuji doesn’t know a damn thing about what to do about it.

Which is how he finds himself searching for someone to give him advice - someone who’ll listen without teasing or judgment. He’s crossed Nobara off the list right away, imagining her hysterical laughter that would probably echo through the halls. Megumi was next, but he knew his friend would just shrug and say he didn’t know much about dating either. It isn’t until later that Yuji remembers someone he admires, someone who actually knows about relationships.

But how is he supposed to talk to you?

His footsteps quicken as he makes his way toward Nanami’s office. He knocks twice, then stands there awkwardly without waiting for a reply.

“Come in- Oh, there you are.”

Yuji pushes open the door to find not just Nanami sitting at his desk, but you, his wife, by his side. His heartbeat quickens in an instant. Normally, you don’t spend much time here at Jujutsu High – just like Nanami-sensei himself. It has to mean something that you’re here today when he was just thinking about you, right? Maybe this is the best chance he’ll get in his search for answers.

The two of you have become something of a constant for Yuji, the calm among the chaos that surrounds Jujutsu High. He’s seen the way Nanami looks at you, the subtle way his hand will brush against yours, or the soft look that crosses his face when you laugh. Yuji’s always admired it, but he’s never really thought about it being something he’d want too - until recently.

“Oh, Yuji,” you greet him warmly, your smile immediately easing some of the tension in his chest.

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

He shuffles from one foot to the other, trying to work out the right way to say this. Damn, this is even more awkward than he thought.

“I was, um, actually hoping to get some advice? Like… relationship advice?”

He glances at Nanami, who’s watching him with his usual steady gaze, then looks back at you, unsure how to continue.

You exchange a look with your husband before patting the chair next to you, gesturing for Yuji to take a seat with a bright smile and a slight blush creeping up your oh so gorgeous face. No wonder even Nanami-sensei fell head over heels for you.

“Of course, Yuji,” you reply, and there’s a softness in your voice that makes him feel like it’s okay to ask for help.

“What’s going on?”

Yuji sinks into the chair, cheeks still tinged pink as he starts to fidget with his fingers. There’s no turning back now.

“There’s this girl. She’s… she’s really nice and funny and strong, and she’s got this great smile and I, uh…”

He takes a breath, unsure how to continue without sounding like an idiot.

“I think I like her. I just don’t know how to… you know, tell her.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, clearly listening but keeping quiet, letting you take the lead. He never thought that someone like Yuji would ask him for advice in something apart from sorcery. But on the other hand…

Nanami’s gaze drifts over you, your warm and welcoming features, how you take in every little thing Yuji says with those little reassuring nods. If there’s someone who’s able to help Yuji, it has to be you. After all, you were the first woman in his life that swept him off his feet.

You smile, leaning forward a little in order to make Yuji feel more comfortable.

“That’s exciting, Yuji. I’m glad you’re thinking about it, even if it feels a little intimidating. Do you know if she might feel the same way?”

Yuji shrugs, grinning sheepishly.

“I have no idea. I think we get along, but I don’t want to make things weird, you know?”

“Understandable,” Nanami throws in, voice calm and composed.

“Rushing into something like this can make things awkward, especially if you don’t fully understand how she feels. But it’s also not wrong to want to make your intentions clear if you truly like her.”

You nod in agreement, a little surprised by the way your usually so quiet husband now took the lead to give his student relationship advice.

“Exactly. Sometimes, a small step can give you some clarity on how she feels too. You don’t have to go all in at once.”

Yuji looks at you both thoughtfully, clearly absorbing every word.

“But how? Like, I don’t know what to say to her. Should I… compliment her or something?”

You chuckle softly, trying to keep your tone light so he doesn’t feel embarrassed.

“Well, a genuine compliment never hurts. But maybe instead of going straight for it, just try spending a little more time with her first. Get a sense of her interests, things she’s passionate about. You’re naturally friendly, Yuji, so use that to your advantage.”

Yuji’s eyes widen, like a lightbulb just went off in his head.

“That… actually makes sense! If I ask her about stuff she likes, then maybe she’ll see I’m interested, right?”

“Exactly,” you reply, smiling at his enthusiasm.

“And if she responds positively, you can build up to saying something more direct. Just be yourself - that’s probably what she likes about you anyway.”

He nods, almost bouncing with excitement, but then his face falls slightly, concern creeping back in.

“But what if she… doesn’t like me like that?”

Nanami speaks up again, his voice even but warm.

“Rejection is a part of life, Yuji. If it happens, it doesn’t weaken your worth. It just means she’s not ready or interested, and that’s okay. You’ll still be the same person with the same good qualities.”

You reach out, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, a sudden wave of pride rushing over you. When you first met Kento, everyone around you kept telling you that it’ll never work out, that he’ll never feel the same way about you, that he’s cold as ice. But especially moments like this show you more than urgently what a kind heart your husband truly has and why you fell in love with him straight away.  

“And remember, we’re here for you no matter what. But you might be surprised - she may already be hoping you’d say something.”

Yuji takes a deep breath, letting your words sink in. The blush on his cheeks deepens, but there’s a new determination in his eyes.

“Alright,” he says, more to himself than to either of you.

“I think… I think I can do this. I’ll try to talk to her more, see what she likes, and maybe, if it feels right, I’ll tell her.”

Both you and Nanami nod, clearly proud of him.

“Good,” you response, squeezing his shoulder gently.

“And let us know how it goes.”

Yuji grins, his usual spark returning to his face as he stands up, looking more energized than he has in days.

“Thanks, you guys. Really. This… this means a lot to me.”

With that, he heads out of the office, leaving you and Nanami exchanging a fond look. There’s something special about watching Yuji grow, about seeing him cope with feelings as regular as a high school crush even amidst the chaos of jujutsu life.

After he leaves, you let out a soft sigh.

“It’s so nice to see him think about something other than fighting for a change.”

Nanami chuckles.

“Yes. Though, if he’s anything like you were when we met, I imagine he’ll be quite charming in his attempts.”

You laugh, nudging his shoulder lightly.

“And if he’s anything like you, he’ll be both charming and a bit stubborn. But I think he’ll figure it out. He’s got a good heart.”

Bonus:

Days later, Yuji catches you in the hallway, an excited smile breaking across his face as he rushes over to you.

“Hey! I… I tried what you said,” he shouts, his eyes bright.

“Oh?”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued.

“How did it go?”

“She actually seemed really interested! We talked about some of her favorite movies, and I told her about my favorite songs, and it just… it felt natural, you know?”

He rubs the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly.

“And then, before I could overthink it, I just kind of… told her I liked her. And… she said she liked me too!”

Your face lights up with pride and warmth, feeling a surge of happiness for him.

“Yuji, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!”

He laughs, a sound full of relief.

“Thank you. I mean, I couldn’t have done it without your help. I was so nervous, but you guys helped me feel like it was okay to just go for it. Now… now I feel like I can face anything!”

“Not that you couldn’t already,” you reply with a grin, giving his shoulder a congratulatory squeeze.

“You’re braver than you think, Yuji. Just remember, relationships are like fighting in their own way. It takes work and patience, but it’s worth it.”

“I’ll remember that,” he promises, his gaze filled with determination.

And as he heads off down the hall, you’re left with a smile on your face, proud of the young man who continues to grow not just as a sorcerer, but as a person.

A voice brings you out of your thoughts - Nanami, who’s been standing nearby, watching the exchange with a slight smile.

“You have a way with these kids,” he says, his voice gentle.

You turn to him, warmth filling your chest as you take his hand.

“Only because I’ve had a good example to follow.”

He squeezes your hand, his gaze softening as he looks down at you.

“I’d say you’re a natural. And who knows,” he adds with a rare hint of humor, “maybe Yuji’s just opened up the floodgates. We might find ourselves with more ‘romantic advice’ consultations soon.”

You chuckle, leaning into him.

“I think I’d be okay with that. These kids face so much danger. They deserve a little happiness too.”

With a fond smile, Nanami nods, and you both watch as Yuji disappears down the hall, excitement carrying him forward into this new chapter of his life. And for just a moment, everything feels peaceful, like you’re all part of something beautiful in the middle of the storm.

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

This is gorgeous! I hope you'll make more of them!

“hello ken” you say with honey dripping from your voice, a wide smile and kind eyes when you see the blond as if he was the guest of honor in your heart.

“you look gorgeous” kento says slowly making his way to you, almost timidly.

yuuji observes from the side. this is his first christmas party at jujutsu tech, so there’s many people he doesn’t know, and he’s looking forward to meet all but you catch his eye by the way you so dearly address nanamin.

you get very close to each other and yuuji holds his breath thinking you’re about to kiss but instead you just touch the tip of your nose on his.

“what the…” he whispers to himself.

“you keep getting gorgeous over time” gojo says appearing besides nanami and holding your hand up high for you to give them a spin.

“she used to be nanami’s girlfriend” megumi explains to yuuji.

“used to? they sound so in love…” yuuji tilts his head looking at the smile on nanami’s face, the smile actually takes his whole features.

“yeah, well” megumi shrugs.

“you guys know what to say to a girl” you laugh, both yuuji and megumi stand there admiring the scene before they get dragged away by nobara.

yuuji looks over his shoulder one more time to catch the glimpse of when you meet nanami’s gaze and the scene seems like it’s on slow motion, your smile widens and his softens. there’s no way two people that look at each other like that are not in love.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

This was so cute holy shit

"Yuuji-- if you don't mind, can I ask you something?"

Yuuji looked up from his phone, feeling so grown up to be in the Jujutsu High staffroom with Kento. He raised his eyebrows, the scar across his lip tugging up.

"Uh...yeah, sure. Go crazy."

"What is scary dog privilege, exactly?"

"Scary dog privilege? Huh, well...let's see, uhm...so it's like..."

Yuuji explained, all peaches and wide eyes and animated hands. Kento nodded occasionally, listening intently. His mind, naturally, strayed to you; you were what this was all about, after all.

As with any thought of you (you being his blossoming latent obsession), Kento's stomach flipped, his grip tightening fractionally around his coffee.

Kento remembered.

He remembered when he dropped you home. You checked over your shoulder, again, and again, and again, before you unlocked your door and hurried inside.

He remembered how he had once walked up behind you without much thought, and you spun with panic in your eyes. Kento recalled how quickly you had relaxed, to see it was him, and how high his hope climbed as a result.

He remembered how you had spilled the contents of your bag. You snatched your pepper spray up in the hope that his keen eyes had missed it.

He remembered how you headed to the subway after a staff night out. Your keys had been curiously gripped between your fingers, a weapon that wasn't a weapon.

He remembered, how just the day before, he and you had walked together through central Tokyo to get lunch. You had sat on a park bench together, and Kento had been so overwhelmed by the need to hold it together, Kento, keep it together, that he barely registered the relief written on your skin.

You had eaten in comfortable silence, then leaned over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek on the way to the bins.

"Thanks for the scary dog privilege, Kento. It's the first time in a long time that I've relaxed in public."

Kento's eyes had drifted closed for just a few moments too long, with the warmth of your lips on his skin, and he stuttered, fumbling, unlike himself.

"Ah...scary...dog privilege?" He asked, quiet. But you were already gone; throwing your crumbs to the ducks.

Yuuji's voice snapped Kento out of memory, and back to the staffroom.

"Dunno if that makes sense, Nanamin?"

A molten pit of spite and rage ignited in Kento once he put two and two together. Scary dog privilege. He gave you scary dog privilege. Why was walking the streets in safety a privilege? Shit. Kento kept his voice level, patting Yuuji on the shoulder as he left, his steaming coffee abandoned.

"Thank you, Yuuji. Stay safe out there this afternoon, and call me when you're finished, please."

If Kento hadn't already felt dirty enough with the knowledge that he pleasured himself to thoughts of you every night, he felt worse, now. He stalked through the corridors of Jujutsu High, calling Ijichi, calling Shoko, determined to find you.

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Once you noticed how one man's gaze lingered on you, you noticed them all. To you, almost all seemed to do it, and to every woman, be they 18 or 80, tall or short or curvy or lithe or gay or straight or anywhere in between. Then, when you began to notice the gazes on 16 year olds, or 12 year olds, or--

You had nauseated by the time you turned the corner to grab lunch. Simultaneously built up and dragged down and accused, you were a madonna and a whore and a bitch. You wondered, vaguely, how deeply, how incurably the disease ran, as you entered the bustling café. You didn't want to think about it. You'd just grab food, and go, and--

"Ah. Good afternoon."

You blinked, to see Kento before you in the queue, and felt a warm burst of joy from your tummy to your toes.

"Kento, I'm...happier than you know, to see you, actually."

A satisfied hum. "I had a feeling you might be. Now...about something you said yesterday...."

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Nanami Kento didn't immediately strike one as a scary dog. He was built, yes, but his suits hid it well, and he was only a little taller than average, and really quite mild, but--

-- oh.

The way his glares could frost a soul. The way other men bounced off him, a stone wall, when a shoulder 'accidentally' hit his. The way his eyes found wayward gazes like a sniper, with the dulcet loading of a bullet behind his sneer. The silent commanding respect. The dares that other men would not dare.

It was no wonder, then, how you and Kento, became you and Shoko and Kento, became you and Shoko and Maki and Nobara and Kento. While individually able to fight your own fights, feeling Kento's scary dog privilege melt threats with acid, was a burden blissfully relieved.

With Kento's protective Midas' touch, your daily lunches turned to gold, unsullied and unmolested. Still...he was there for the whole group.

So why, then, in such a large group, did you look up to find his gaze on you, and only you? How could his eyes caress without staring? It was sorcery, surely.

Kento sequestered you one day, throwing his crumbs to the ducks alongside yours, as the others chatted on the benches behind you. You looked up, shooting him a sideways smile, and wondering how you could ever be good enough for him. He spoke quietly.

"I always believed a dog to have just one owner."

You felt your stomach twist with insinuation. You laid the thread.

"...oh?"

"And while I'm happy to offer my privileges to the benefit of a group, I...would like to be in the position to make such a privilege exclusive."

You swallowed hard, looking sideways again with hope against hope against hope against--

"Are you...saying you'd like to be my scary dog?"

"Very, very much so."

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Thinking about...

You being Ghazan and Ming Hua's child. You're a few years younger than Korra.

Your story starts out unique. You're the child of two powerful benders after all, who are guided by their natural sense of order and chaos.

And before they end up in prison, they take you with them. Anywhere, any place. It was rare for them to leave you behind.

You're an earth bender too, and a mighty powerful one at that. Of course, you're no match for adults as a child, but your parents are protective, and crazy. They often take you to the battle field and have your back, always.

Of course, P'li and Zaheer have your back too. You're subjected to martial arts training at a young age. ( Being taught by none other than Zaheer, who was a powerful nonbender at the time.) You might not be strong enough to bend the most things yet, but they'll make sure you're capable of handling yourself to a certain level.

Zaheer and Ghazan are the two who teach you every martial art they know. 

Ghazan is particularly proud of you because you're an earthbender. Of course, Ming Hua is proud too, happy with you as their child.

And truthfully, you're happy too. You're loved and you get a lot of attention. 

You don't go to school, but Ming Hua and Zaheer teach you how to write and read.

You're not great at academics, but you are smart.

P'Li might not be described a lot right now, but she is absolutely fond of you.

And she's the last person between you and the White Lotus, and Tonraq, Korra's father, the day they get arrested. 

P'li is nervous. Things are going grim, your parents are already getting wrapped up, and Zaheer is restrained by now.

He glances up to where the two of you are stood, where P'li holds a protective hand in front of you. One you hold closely, tears in your eyes as you glance between Zaheer and P'li, seeing the struggling bodies of your parents.

" I want to help. I can help." You cry.

You can't, you're only a child. You're too young right now. Not strong enough.

P'li has tears in her eyes as Zaheer yells at the both of you.

" Run!" 

They're criminals, but you're their soft spot.

P'li shakes her head, gently nudging you back.

" Run, Y/N. Let me handle this. " 

You don't. You're as stubborn as your parents. You don't want to abandon them. 

You look at P'li with tears in your eyes.

She's focused, gentle nudging you again as she focuses on the group in front of you.

You don't run. Don't escape. 

And this changes your life forever.

Everyone is captured and separated, you included.

But everyone in the White Lotus and the police are conflicted on what to do with you.

You're just a child after all. (I know Korra was attempted to be captured at an age too young for her to remember, but for the sake of this story, let's pretend this happened somewhere when she was between 5-8.)

Imagine everyone's surprise when none other than Lin Beifong steps up, offering to take you in.

Of course, her request is granted.

Absolutely no one expected that. Including your parents.

They're enraged when they find out in their respective cells. But then again, their prisons are build in a way so they remain powerless.

You grew up in the Red Lotus, so of course, you're different from other children.

You're poised against the avatar. In favor of chaotic natural order like the group you grew up in.

And Lin doesn't blame you. In a way, she sees herself in you.

( Not for the chaotic order- more in the sense of your parents misguiding you.)

She's not sure what your life was like before you ended up in her care, but she assumes it was tough, much like hers. 

(She's wrong, but in the first few weeks, you rarely speak to her, so she doesn't know.)

In the first weeks, you both keep your distance.

Lin doesn't have any kids or a husband after all, so she's unsure on what to do with you, or how to handle you.

Until one day, you come crying to her. Asking when you're allowed to go home.

It breaks her tough heart.

She sighs, and explains that your parents are bad people. And that they're in prison.

It doesn't make anything better, and you wonder when you're allowed to see them again. 

She never answers that question.

Time passes, and she softens up with you, and you do the same.

You're an earthbender of course, so she teaches you how to metal bend.

You don't have the talent for it. It takes weeks to get you to be able to make a chunk of metal change shape, much more to actually get down the basics.

Metal bending isn't a talent for you, it takes a lot of time and practice.

Lin has a good guess on what subelement your better luck has, but she doesn't dare tell you.

She doesn't tell you that you are most probably  a lava bender. 

You find out yourself, years later.

By now, questions of your parents have passed. You do remember and care for them, but your years at the police chef's side teach you that they were bad people. 

You don't necessarily agree, nor do you really understand.

Your morals are guided by loyalty.

You wouldn't know who to follow if you would ever see your parents again.

Eventually, you find out you're a lavabender.

You're really happy when you find out. (I'll leave how up to you.) Memories of the moves your father taught you guiding you on how to use the element with efficiency.

Of course, you do have talent for that.

Lin is surprised, and less excited about it.

You don't much care.

( Although your morals are a wreck, you are pretty care free.)

She softens up when you grin about being able to help her now. 

You start carrying around rocks in your pocket, much like your father did. (even though you have no idea.)

Lin can see that you're undoubtedly the child of your parents, but she's glad she stepped into your life to change your faith.

You quickly become one of the strongest benders Republic City. 

(Though your lavabending is kept as a secret. Lin tells you that it's acquainted with bad beliefs, and considering you were still young around this time, you obey.)

You want to go out and see the world, but Lin doesn't allow you.

She trusts you with her life, and with a lot of other things, but she doesn't like it when you leave her side.

She tells herself it's because she doesn't want you to turn out like your parents.

You're not a cop though. Not into profbending either. You're really trying to find your calling in life.

The day you meet Korra is a little tense. Korra has no idea who you are, given that you stayed out of her gaze when your parents and the Red Lotus tried to catch her, but you do know who she is.

You don't kick it off as friends. At least, not until very much later.

Korra was different when she came to Republic City after all.

However, the one thing you have in common is the last airbending family. 

Surprisingly enough, Pemma is very fond of you.

It's not a surprise that her kids see you as their older sibling. You spend a lot of your time there (you didn't really care how much Lin disliked that at the beginning.)

It's a given that you see Korra around often, and you keep your distance. 

Until you simply don't anymore.

Korra is surprised, when you approach her when she feels lost one certain day, lost in thoughts as she stares blankly at the river separating Republic City and Airbender Island.

The two of you end up having a good talk. You admit you're often lost too, feel like this isn't while you're meant to be. Meanwhile she tells you about how much pressure she often feels, how she wishes she could have more answers to most things.

You become friends.

Months later, she asks you to come along when the airbenders spring up all over the earth kingdom.

It takes a lot of asking and convincing for Lin, but with a sigh, she allows you to go as long as Mako goes.

So of course, you pull Bolin along and convince Mako.

( You know Mako since he joined the police. And until he broke up with the avatar, you are acquaintances at most. You do become friends eventually some time after their break up, realizing he's fun to talk to. Surprisingly enough, you become best friends. )

Lin has never been more nervous as she actually sees you off.

She doesn't realize why yet, but Tenzin does.

She fusses over you as you leave her side for the first time in years, and Tenzin places a hand on her shoulder to ease her worries.

(Also, a funny detail is that absolutely no one has any idea that you're not Lin's legit child.- No one knows you're adopted of some sort. They all think that you look more like your father, and that he walked out somewhere early in your life. No one dares question it because Lin is intimidating.)

Your journey to the earth kingdom is fun.

Until Ba Sing Se.

You pretty much hate it at first sight.

Especially those walls.

What was the point to divide the rich from the poor? The strong from the weak?

You don't get too much time to ponder over it.

The Earth Queen apparently holds the airbenders you've all been missing after all.

And then Lin suddenly arrives. 

You've always felt care free so far, but now you're confused as Lin notifies the group that your parents, Zaheer and P'li have escaped.

She wants you and Korra back at Republic City, where she can watch over you.

However, Korra doesn't agree, and neither do you. 

The airbenders the queen has captured need your help.

That night, it's your absolute pleasure to take your anger and conflicted feelings out on the Dai Li.

Originally, Tenzin thought you were weak.

He's never seen you fight before, and Lin was always so protective of you, there was simply no other reason for her to be that worried, right?

Until he watches you take out an entire force of Dai Li agents by yourself.

(You remember that scene where the Dai Li surround the palace once they've broken the airbenders out? No one needs to move a muscle, you clear them all by yourself.

Also, remember that scene where Mako, Bolin and Kai are running from Dai Li agents who have risen on pillars and are launching their glove thingies at them?

Yeah, you're an absolute badass, jumping from Oogie and causing the ground to rumble, taking down the pillars the Dai Li are stood on.)

Later on, he glances at Lin with wide eyes. 

Why did she hide you away all this time? 

He guesses that with your unique combat style, you could've taken down Amon yourself.

She's kept you in the shadows in book 1 and 2. 

[A/N: mostly bc I feel lazy, might change that if people want more of the story.]

You were enraged when Amon took her bending, but she wanted you to remain in the shadows, to not only not attract attention, but also to keep you shielded.

She's overprotective of you. Even though you're one of the strongest benders out there.

You're the only person she has. The only person who knows exactly how she works, feels and thinks.

Her biggest fear is losing you.

She also orders you to stay in the zeppelin with her when you finally arrive at Zaofu.

You already know she hates her sister.

She's told you things here and there when you were a child.

You truely are her safe haven.

At first, although pouting, you do. You recognize her as a parental figure after all.

But you're not stupid. You know exactly why she's keeping you with her.

You know she's mostly just keeping you with her like a safety blanket. And you don't mind.

You let her be, offering simple comfort by talking about nonsense.

Meanwhile, not too long after the others leave, they return to fetch you and Lin.

You're excited when you finally meet Su Beifong.

Lin is not. (Her issue.)

Soon enough Su is introducing everyone, passing by Wei and Wing first.

They appear to be playing some kind of game, and that intrigues you.

Unbeknownst to you, one of the twins already spots you from the corner of his eye. (Hence why Wei has managed to score a goal against his brother- he was a tad bit distracted by you.)

You and the twins immediately hit it off. 

The rest of the Beifong family views you as a cousin, valuing you as much as they value Kuvira, like another sister (in law?)

Lin might be having issues, but you feel right at home.

Speaking of Kuvira, the two of you hit it right off.

If anything, she feels like the sister you never had. The two of you bond over being adopted by the Beifong families.

You tell her about your lavabending abilities too, and she's impressed, interested even.

Meanwhile, your parents, Zaheer and P'li have broken out of their prisons alltogether now.

Your parents' first concern is getting you back with them, and Zaheer and P'li agree.

They haven't seen you in 13 long years. You were 5 when they took you. 

You are 18 now.

They're angry at Republic City, at Lin Beifong for stealing their kid.

And they will make Lin pay.

They will bring justice to the world order, and they'll get you back.

They want you back as quickly as possible, but they know they need to be careful in planning.

Lin Beifong was a formidable bender after all. They couldn't just come knocking at her door.

Imagine their surprise when they find out you're with the Avatar.

It confuses them. It's bound to bring trouble for their cause.

Ever since they had you, they had always imagined fighting with you side by side, bringing down world governments and what not.

You're not fighting against the avatar, nor do you know her by name like everyone else.

You're her friend.

Everyone knows this will bring issues, but it doesn't matter. 

You belong with them. Not the people who took you.

Meanwhile you're having the time of your life at Zaofu. 

You play Wei and Wing' their own invented game. You train and hang out a lot with Kuvira, and of course, you hang out with the Avatar team too.

You and Wing grow closer especially.

You two hit it right off. You enjoy sparring with each other first, but then you and him start actually talking, getting to know each other at a more personal level.

You might only know each other for a few days by now, but you're quick to call each other best friends.

Both of you have feelings for each other, but it remains unspoken for now.

You don't interfere when Lin and Su start fighting. 

Something in you tells you that fighting is a part of the natural order of life. Like a faded memory brimming at the edge of your consciousness.

You're also the one to check up on her the next morning, very excited to find out that she's gotten some sense into her now.

You have no idea how, but you're happy about it nonetheless.

Meanwhile, your parents, Zaheer and P'li have made a plan.

The avatar isn't the only one they'll be taking from Zaofu. 

They expect you to be difficult. In the worst case, you might not even remember them.

They take you and Korra the same night. 

Or at least attempt to.

You're not awake to witness the crisis go down.

You don't have an animal companion, so knocking you out was the easy part.

Getting Korra was harder, not to mention the part when everyone is awake, and aware that they're there.

Lin especially is concerned, fighting more fiercely than she ever has.

Like hell that she'll allow these criminals to take her kid.

She cares for you like her own. And as far as she's concerned, you are her kid.

And she's not the only one who's concerned over you.

Kuvira and Wing are also sweating about your wellbeing.

However, your parents feel ecstatic, though they remain focused. 

After so long, they're finally able to bring you home.

The night is filled with tension surrounding you.

" We don't need to come from under them. We can come from above." 

Lin is quick to agree on Su's plan.

Things are tense, but in the end, both Lin and Su manage to come down from the ceiling, safe from P'li thanks to Bolin's quick skill.

Which leaves them to deal with your parents.

Ghazan' eyes widen at the sight of Su and Lin.

You and Korra are laid together in the middle of their makeshift island.

Ming Hua is busy defending P'li and Ghazan as it is.

Su is quicker at first, knocking Ghazan off his feet.

But he's quick to get back up. Though he's not focused on getting the avatar.

And Lin is the first to realize it.

She'll have to choose between the person she recognizes as her child and the avatar.

She hates it, but there's only one logical answer.

They would never harm you, evident in the way Ghazan was shielding you, not Korra.

Su would never leave with only one person of two, but even she realizes that they have no other options.

Ghazan was already aiming his lava at them, and Ming Hua was already turning around.

They nearly get Korra back in their hands too as Ming Hua gets a hold of her, only to be blocked by Mako.

And Zaheer returns, only failing in getting Korra too thanks to Su's quick thinking.

Su and Lin only return with Korra as the Red Lotus creates their smooth escape.

Wing is the first to be angry, asking Lin and his mother why they allowed them to take you.

It's hard to get it through that they didn't have much of a choice.

Once down with the rest of the group, the rest of the people there are heartbroken to see you're not with them.

Kuvira especially is enraged.

She has a strong sense of right and wrong after all.

She's quick to turn to Su, angry.

" How could you leave her?! Those people are criminals! They'll kill her!"

" No they won't. "

Lin tells them with a new kind of confidence. One that even makes Mako nervous.

" Chef?"

" They won't harm her. Ghazan and Ming Hua are her parents."

Now that is something absolutely no one expected.

[A/N: Eheheheh I've already decided I'll make a part 2. Anyway enjoy this cliff hanger.]

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!

I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Masterlist of Funny Minishots

Step-1, save Y/N

Y/N's photo

Like father like son

Bite marks

"Fuck Levi Ackerman" support group

The obvious similarity

You like Y/N, Levi

Pinch marks

Zeke Vs Levi

The three damn words

Exception

How to win against Levi

In jail with Hange

Who's the monkey

The results of pleading

A humourous medical checkup

Levi's disgust to period

Blaming Eren

Levi's hobby

Hange's flirtation fiasco

Like y/n, like her brat

The pathetic choice

A game

Damn roach

Levi's not cold, he's hot

Hange's absurd hypotheticals

Mind if I join?

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

I would love a toge x reader series if you ever decided to write one! Love your blog <3

Hi, that's so lovely to hear! I have admittedly been thinking about this for a bit, but I don't really have a good story line yet. For now I'm staying focused on The Anomaly until it's finished, but I'm not planning to stop writing after that. I have been thinking about an arranged marriage au with him (bc mans hot & he's got so much potential.) So there's that, anyway, I am open to ideas for storylines with him : ).

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Thinking about....

Street racer! Suguru, who you go from enemies to lovers with in the most unique way.

You met when you were around 17 years old.

Originally you two didn't click.

Yes, he's gorgeous, and charismatic, but also arrogant and seems to not value women, or at least, that's what you think.

You don't race. You're only at the car meets and alike because your best friend, Ryomen Sukuna, races. (Besides- You don't have a driver's license.)

Originally, Suguru never looked at you twice.

Yes, he knew who you were, and sure, you were at least kinda good looking.

But not pretty by his standard.

You don't wear short skirts, nor show off a lot of skin. Nah, you wear whatever you want, and it's always a question whenever you're in the mood to have been wearing make up that night.

You're the simple kind of girl who doesn't catch his eye. (Enough girls did though, he was rarely single.)

Your best friend, however, is a whole different story. 

Ryomen Sukuna was quick, amazingly so. Perhaps even the fastest on track. 

Suguru's best friend Satoru is the only one who can keep up.

It somehow weaves you into their friend group (Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and now Sukuna and you.)

And at first, Suguru doesn't care.

Until you show you do.

There's a simple code the streetracers you surround yourself with keep.

'Don't hit a pedestrian. ' 

Simple enough. 

They choose to race, and they've sworn off of accidentally taking lives because they love to be reckless.

Suguru is forced to honor that code one fateful night, years later (you're now 21), when a drunk teenager stumbles across the road, forcing him to hit a tree.

The damage was as expected.

The other kid he was racing had crashed too, his girlfriend injured in his passenger seat, guilt and panic overtaking his actions.

He doesn't notice Suguru, heavily injured in his own car.

You're the first to notice that he's late.

Suguru lost occasionally, sure, but the other kid hasn't arrived either, which was suspicious.

With a sigh, you had turned to Satoru, who was chatting up a girl he was known for having the hots for (she still hasn't agreed to let him take her out), but he had simply waved you off.

Rolling your eyes, you turn to Sukuna instead  calling him to check out their track, see if something happened.

He agrees. ( He'll take any excuse to drive anywhere, anytime.)

Of course, you come across the scene of the crash.

Sukuna is quick to call the cops, while you race over to Suguru with wide eyes.

He's stuck in the car, heavily injured.

He's barely able to keep his eyes open as he looks at you.

He's unable to speak for the moment.

But he thinks an angel had come to take him up to heaven when you tenderly cup his cheek and fuss over his injuries.

That night, you spend the night in jail, along with most of your friends, with Suguru in the hospital.

Your mom and older brother were not amused as they bailed you and Sukuna out of jail. (Your father found it hilarious.)

The next day, you visit Suguru.

He's touched, and surprised.

He only expected Satoru to visit, maybe Shoko, but definitely not you.

(Later, you'd find out that he had a girlfriend during this time, and that she was at the car meet during the crash- she had been chatting up other boys. Also, you'll learn that she broke up minutes before your first hospital visit.- She didn't want to care for him. )

Due to the extent of his injuries, he needs a lot of extra care. One of his legs broken, one of his arms healing from fire wounds because of when his engine caught fire while he was stuck.

And you're the only one there to do that.

Out of your own free will.

Satoru is busy.

He leads the same life as Suguru after all, so Suguru understands. 

They were both sons of business men. Future ceo's of big companies.

Suguru's parents were disappointed, and turned a blind eye to him and his needs.

Instead, they hired someone to attend to him.

Which turned out to have been unnecessary. 

You turn out to have a big heart.

Coincidentally, this happens during one of the school breaks (you're in college) and you care for him every moment while you're not at your side job or don't have anything important to attend.

You care for him at a level where you would sometimes stay in the guest room of the house. You care enough for his parents to notice you.

He starts to see you in a different light.

You're beautiful. 

He never realized he'd find someone attractive by especially their personality. 

But he also realizes you're too good for him.

He's done nothing but ignore you after all. 

At most, he'd send you a cocky glance, yet here you are, tending to his every meet.

(Eventually, he'd ask Sukuna if you'd do that for just everyone. And your best friend would shrug. He didn't expect you to care either

In reality, you would. Because you count him as a friend. Even when you didn't expect Suguru originally to care for you the same way if the same thing happened- you're selfless like that.)

You two get to know each other better. He gets to know about your likes and dislikes, your favorite things to do and hobbies, and in return, you're surprised to find out he likes the traditional Japanese style he grew up in, though he also likes hip hop music.

It nearly makes him sad that you'll spend less time once he's healed and college classes have started again.

He's in college too, but in a different, high class school.

He finds himself reaching out to you more often.

You hang out more often too.

At the same time, Satoru and his crush advance too, and eventually after one of the car meets (one Sukuna isn't attending, you usually tag along with him, but you actually came with Suguru,) Suguru, Satoru, his crush and you tag along to a restaurant.

You decide to go in one car to cut parking costs.

An interesting detail is that Suguru never lets anyone besides Satoru sit beside him up front if multiple people are in his car.

It's always been like that.

He also drives one of those three door cars, where you gotta push the seat up in order to climb into the back.

But to your utter surprise, he stops you as you're about to climb in behind the passenger seat, telling Satoru, his best friend to sit in the back instead.

It makes your eyes widen, though Satoru doesn't mind, all too happy to get up close with his crush.

(Also, he knows Suguru likes you. He most definitely doesn't mind.)

You're the first girl to sit up front besides Suguru. None of his ex girlfriends ever sat beside him in the front seat. It had always been Satoru.

And now it's you.

Later on, he doesn't let you pay either.

Things between the two of you are going smoothly, and Suguru nearly has the guts to try and ask you out, when you suddenly have a boyfriend.

The two of you talk less. And it sucks. Suguru hates it.

Sukuna tells him that the dude you're dating is a douche too. 

The Douche hates the platonic bond you share with Sukuna (it's a sibling like relationship.) And also dislikes Suguru.

Imagine Suguru's absolute pleasure when he meets the guy. (Along with Sukuna, Shoko and Satoru.)

He's using his own charismatic personality to his advantage, and the Douche is indeed a douche.

You agree to meet up in your favorite Japanese curry restaurant in the city. ( The one Suguru loves too.)

Sukuna is quick to pull you to his side, sliding you into the booth and sitting down beside you before Douche has a chance to sit down next to you.

Suguru is quick to join you at your other side, which leaves Satoru and Shoko to sit opposite along with Douche.

Douche adds fuel onto the fire by adding the spiciest dish the restaurant has, even challenging the cooks to make it spicier.

(Later on, you tell Suguru that Douche has a weak stomach, which Douche was well aware of, but ignored.)

Not only does Douche nearly cry because of the spiciness, but he also makes the dinner awkward by suffering cuz of the heat. 

In fact, the mood is ruined to such a level, that everyone passes up dessert.

(The restaurant has the best mochi in town in multiple flavours- Suguru knows you love them.)

And the bill is split.

(Suguru is disgusted when your boyfriend doesn't pay for you, and pays for your part.

You're wife material, and deserve the very best and to be pampered.- In his most humble opinion.)

Later on, (barely five minutes later), Douche realizes he has to throw up, unable to handle the spicy food.

You're borderline embarrassed as Douche throws up in a garbage bin (thankfully out of sight) once you're on your way to the car garage.

Suguru feels borderline disgusted with Douche as he casually comes back after throwing up.

Douche reaches out to you, but it seems Sukuna and Suguru have the same thing in mind.

Suguru is quick to gently take you by the hand and pull you in his embrace, while Sukuna roughly grabs Douche by the hair and all but punches him in the face.

No one feels sorry except for you when they leave him in the city by himself.

Once again, you're seated up front in the passenger seat like the passenger princess you are while Satoru, Shoko and Sukuna are squeezed in the back.

It's quiet for a while, until Sukuna eventually tells you to just break up with him.

It kinda goes back and forth between Suguru, Sukuna, Shoko and you for a while. Because you don't want to, for whatever reason.

Suguru doesn't understand why you're willing to hang out with that douche and put yourself through his bullshit until everyone is out of the car and he finally asks you.

But then you get a little shifty and uncomfortable, admitting that Douche is your very first boyfriend.

For a moment Suguru is speechless, because you're a beautiful person inside and out, he never expected that at all.

'Because who would date me?' -Is your answer, one you give with a smile when he asks why.

Suguru's eyes widen.

Have you always had this low of a self vision of yourself? 

He feels stupid for being blind of it. There have been instances where he's noticed your insecurities, but he never thought they all connected to that.

He's stupid too, because even though he knows and thinks it, he doesn't outright tell you to leave Douche and date him instead.

He knows that he would treat you so much better after all.

However, you do break up with Douche that very night.

Douche didn't like how he was punched by Sukuna, nor how Suguru so casually pulled you into his side.

In the end, he blames you for everything  even when you've done nothing wrong, and forces you to choose between him and your friends.

Obviously, you choose your friends.

Suguru and you grow closer after that.

Very much closer.

You become a bit more extrovert.

You had always been introvert, sticking to Sukuna while not necessarily afraid to meddle.

Eventually you had also tagged along with Suguru everywhere, but it's different now.

Months pass with the two of you growing closer, and finally, one night, at Satoru's place, yet another party, (for what you don't know.), he finally speaks the words that have been on his mind all along.

You're both drunk, but not drunk enough to forget.

You're pressed closely next to each other on the couch, side to side.

Suguru's arm is wrapped around you, holding a beer.

An excuse to pull you closer whenever he takes a sip.

(The reason he's drunk in the first place.)

Finally, he confesses that he can treat you so much better than Douche did.

For a moment, you're confused. (Who's Douche again?)

But then you realize what he's trying to say and you fall quiet, surprised.

And Suguru full out confesses. He's loved you for two years. He hated to see how Douche treated you, when he knows you deserve better. Maybe you even deserve better than him, but he's selfish. He wants to keep you for himself. 

Forever, if you'll have him.

By the end of the confession, you're speechless, surprised.

And then you leave without answering him.

Suguru feels regret and heartbroken when he wakes up the next morning in Satoru's guest bedroom. (You had gone home the previous night.)

Meanwhile you're pondering. You're confused over your own feelings. Because do you like Suguru? You've never explicitly thought about it.

Yes, you love spending time with him. Yes, you don't mind being alone with him whenever you go to places. Yes, you like when he laughs, especially when you're the one making him laugh. No, you don't like when other girls get too close to him or make him laugh the same way you do. You love when he pulls you close into his side, or when he rests his hand on your knee or thigh when you're in his passenger seat. - Oh shit, you're in deep.

You shouldn't be surprised. While you had been in that toxic relation with Douche, even Douche could see it. He had mentioned before that he didn't like Suguru because of how close you are, and the way you looked together.

Barely a day later, you text Suguru that you want to meet up, to talk about things.

Suguru's surprised by your text. He really thought he blew it with you.

Now, he feels a tiny bit of hope as you two talk, and he feels like the luckiest man in the world when you tell him you want to give the two of you a try.

You're not sure about loving him just yet, but yes, you do like him. Do find him attractive.

Suguru is okay with that. He's ready to love you, and he'll wait for whenever you're ready to love him too. In the meantime, you'll be fine, safe and happy with him.

He's sure of it.

Although his confession is messy, eventually he'll find out that confessing to you was one of the best things he's ever done, no matter how messy it was.

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