peonyneko

[peonyneko]

To Know You Pt.3 | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader

Note: I truly appreciate all the support I get. Although this piece is very self-indulgent, I know many of you can relate (one way or another). I want to make this into a series (with versions on Gojo or Geto, but that depends). How does that sound? Let me know!

Also sincerely sorry for how long this took. I wrote two different parts in one so I can post them close in date.

Also, I do know ChatGPT uses a lot of em dashes and big words, but I promise I don’t use ChatGPT or AI for writing. Writing has been a huge part of me since I was little and I find it disrespectful to my passion to use it. That being said, I like using em dashes, semicolons, and other (sometimes I am grammatically wrong... I'm human). I was scared to use them in my first two parts because I didn’t want to be asked if I used AI when I don’t. But now that I'm over that fear, I can only pray writing continues to be cherished without being suspected of AI assistance. Remember: AI copies us humans, and can never replace us.

Let’s get into it! <3

Word count: 9k+

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Comfort/Fluff, A touch/sprinkle of suggestive content (MDNI),

Warnings: Grammar mistakes (I'll fix it), COVID, cursing, fighting, mentions of father issues, and talks about food

Part 1 Part 2

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OldestSon!Nanami and YoungestDaughter!Reader having growing differences and unspoken issues. Usually you’d sort it out, but Kento being a little too dismissive of his past and you being too avoidant about your worries quickly snowballed. As you bottled up your hurt, Nanami assumed your behavior to be hinting at your disinterest and slightly spoiled nature. As Nanami stayed hesitant on letting you in, you assumed he was set on staying “professional” with the marriage. And assumptions were never good. Better to communicate, right?

OldestSon!Nanami and YoungestDaughter!Reader taking turns with making meals. With their busy schedules, it is difficult to cook and eat together, but they try.

OldestSon!Nanami who wakes up earlier than you one day, seeing you exhausted from the night of hard work. He’s noticed you like to take on a lot of responsibility, rarely asking others to do things for you and always willing to help others. Maybe it was your lack of trust in others? He didn’t know. What he did know was that it spilled into the home. You’d be working on it at home! He’s done that too, but you’d dedicate half the day for it!

You’d skip meals and just… work. He’s seen you make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, only to eat barely half and leave to work. Only the universe knows how much you eat, if at all, at your workplace.

Do you even know how to balance your life? Have you never been taught to? Why are you so… willing to give you all for everything else, when you leave nothing for yourself?

OldestSon!Nanami’s work ends much early on a random day and after noticing your empty lunchbox at home, he decides to give it to you. He fills it up with his own recipe, quickly whipping up something to feed you. Your husband of two months walks into your workplace, asking the front desk for you, only to see their shocked faces. He assumed it was because it was almost 5 PM and he just brought your lunch.

“She’s married?” Or not…

They whispered amongst themselves as he left to your floor (he heard them). The other one just shrugs with a nod, “Yeah, I dunno. Wish she wasn’t.” 

He could help but glare at them a little. Who are they to talk about your marriage? Then he hears a familiar voice. OldestSon!Nanami notices you at someone’s desk (a man but that didn’t matter to him), seemingly helping him with his work. Another person is behind you, also looking like they’re waiting for your attention. Nanami tries not to shake his head. You and your workaholic behaviors. 

Nanami notices the silent, exasperated sigh that leaves your lips as you take the mouse from the man’s hands, easily taking control. You effortlessly glide around the screen, mocking up an impressive fix for the content. “There,” you say, “Please turn it in now. They’re waiting.”

OldestSon!Nanami who noticed you see the man mark the document with only his name. You didn’t seem to care. You only turn around, telling the other person, “Give me 10 minutes.” Nanami, who calls for your name and many heads fly to him. Okay. What the hell?

“Oh, hey… What’s wrong?” you ask, walking to him. He shakes his head, lifting up your lunchbox and your gasp. He felt that way your hands trembled when gently taking the full-packed lunch in your hands. 

“Aw, thanks. You didn’t have to,” you whisper, and he could tell from your voice that you were utterly exhausted and beat. The tinge of usually sweetness was replaced with its fake compensating syrupy one. Had he been someone else, he would think you’re fine. You’re not.

“Did you not take a lunch break?” he asks, not skipping a beat. Your brows twitch up, your head moving millimeters to the right, looking around him. 

In a low voice you reply, “I’m just a bit caught up between work right now, so I forgot.”

“You seem to be forgetting your meals a lot these days,” he sighs, pulling at the cuff of his sleeve. Without giving you the chance to reply, he fans his arm out, signalling to start walking, “Come. You’re eating with me.”

“No- I- Wait,” you whisper, pulling back, “I can’t. I’m busy.” You look behind you, awkwardly smiling and nodding at your concerned juniors. One good look and Nanami could already tell, half of them only wanted to talk to you for help. (In their defense, their boss was a little too mean and scary to ask for help.) Are you the only leader?

“You’re the leader, right? Take a half an hour break and come back. Simple,” he replies, tone unwavering and clear. To him it was simple. What needs to get done, needs to get done. No ifs, ands, or buts. If you need a lunch break, you take one. If you need to monitor tasks, you do that.

“It's not that simple, Nanami,” you say. And hell, his name falls off your mouth so prettily. If he could he would’ve dropped on his knees to hear you whisper his name again. But now was not the time.

“Not that simple? It’s already 5 PM, 5:37 to be exact. And if I do not pick you up, you usually board the subway around this time. So, what’s keeping you busy? Why not even give yourself 5 minutes to relax?”

“Work is work. I’m helping a few juniors get back on track after their break.” Before you can take a proper step, your phone rings, the phone vibrating on the marble table. Your eyes trace back to the device, thinking to answer it. But before you can reach it, Nanami stands in front.

“Eat,” he mutters, quiet, but stern. You look up to see his arms crossed and eyebrows raised. You look back at the crowd that forms around one work computer.

“They can wait. The company won’t run dead if you’re not there. It shouldn’t,” he says, pushing your phone further away from you. You stay silent, seemingly weighing out your options. He doesn’t push anymore. If you truly weren’t hungry, he wasn’t going to force feed you. Still…

“I made it,” he whispers and immediately he sees your eyes widen with a glow. Your hands reach out to grab the cuff of his sleeve, voice pitched higher, “I’ll eat it!”

“You should’ve started with that,” you whisper, your hair drapes in front of your eyes, covering them from his view. Nanami chuckles at the tiniest purse of your lips. He reaches out to almost, almost tuck your hair behind your ear, but he stops. I’ll scare her, he thought, retracting his hands to scratch his neck.

Without missing a beat, you tell him to follow you into your office. Nanami notices the stares you two get as you both walk by: surprise, curiosity, and envy. Some even a mix. His tongue silently clicks in annoyance at their nosiness. 

One particular man – the one ‘discreetly’ eyeing him up and down – did bother him, who looked as if he’d been stabbed and flung around by his necktie. When you wave at him, passing by with a kind smile, he hurriedly waves back, as if you’d slip away. He’s into her. Or… just a weird guy.

OldestSon!Nanami who pulls a chair for you without even thinking about it, something he’s grown up seeing his father do for his mother. It stuck with him too. Nanami would do it often when you both go out, but not so much at home. I should though. Now that he thinks about it. Why do you always make sure you sit last? Even when Nanami served. Not much to think about either. It’s bare minimum to pull a chair for someone.

But oh, brother, were you taken aback. He wondered the reason behind the slightest glimmering twitch of your eyes when you shyly sit down in the chair. Despite offering him bites, Nanami shakes his  head, pointing for you to eat it all. Until the end, he ensures you eat each and every bite, watching you like a hawk. You felt like a kid being scolded by their parents for not eating.

You attempt to make a conversation throughout the one-sided lunch (or dinner perhaps), asking questions such as “How was your day?” “Did you eat?” or “How is work going?” An unfortunate, but decent set for you two, all which end up in near silence. You weren’t going to make him talk if he didn’t want to. As you hide the bigger-than-you-expected last bite with your hand, you miss the way Nanami grins. A full-set of teeth grin at your full cheeks that you desperately tried to hide from him. You miss the mutter of “cute” that leaves his lips.

When you finally leave at 6:22 PM, OldestSon!Nanami picks you up. Two cold drinks in the front seat – one with ice. He does not give you the cold shoulder nor does he point out how long you’ve made him wait. Your apology was acknowledged and then he tells you to nap in the car. To him, it’s just you that matters, not how long you’ve stayed behind. He cares, but he wasn’t going to make you feel as though you could not care for yourself. (Even if a part of him wanted to scold you for ignoring your health, he knew his boundaries with you.)

You were in and out of consciousness, barely remembering what you said in the car. But Nanami remembered. Color palettes, typefaces, and spreads. He carefully listened to your half an hour long of mumbles and silence, finding it quite interesting that you speak more now that you’re tired. Isn’t it usually the opposite?

 If there was one thing Nanami never experienced nor expected, it was the sleepy mutters about warm white being different from cool white – you claimed it was important for the look. Regardless, you somehow ended up in your bed a couple hours later as Nanami sat upright beside you, reading. Noticing your stretching limbs, he gets out of bed, returning with the same refreshment in his hands. 

A couple glances exchange between you two before he points to the drink, “I took it out of the fridge 10 minutes ago.” After that refreshment, you were out like a light, body relaxing in his presence. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader, the next week, brings Nanami food, surprising him. He already had the lunchbox you made him, but she brought desserts. You hold up the brown bags, waving it at him when he sees you. 

You pass by all the employees that look at her with questions and curiosity, wondering who she was. Their murmurs and whispers in the space come to a stop once Gojo yells across the room, “Well if it isn’t Nanami’s sweetheart!”

Then the room gasped, mouth hung wide open with flies to enter. Nanami discreetly curses out Gojo as he firmly lays a shoulder on the white-haired man’s shoulder to stop him from running towards you. She’s my wife, not his.

Gojo reconvenes to his beeline towards you and succeeds in gently shoving away Nanami’s hold. Before he can ask, Gojo beats him to it, “What’s in the bags?” 

His figure looming over you, curiosity oozing out of him. He pokes his nose towards the two brown bags, only for you to pull it away.

“I made croissants and cookies.” You hold them with care, worried about accidentally dropping them. That was all it took for Nanami’s stomach to jump into flutters. Gojo’s eyes widen as he begins to ask for one, requesting, “I haven’t had anything sweet since yesterday.” Lies. He had caramel drop a couple hours ago to ease his sweet tooth, a daily routine between him and Geto.

With a giggle, you hand him the bags, whispering, “I couldn’t make enough for everyone, so I put names on them. I figured all of Nanami’s friends and juniors work here, so why not give it all at once. Can I trust you to discreetly hand them out?”

Gojo gives you a snap of his fingers and nods his head, “On it, Boss.” Gently taking away the bag in your hands, he passes by everyone’s curious gaze without giving it much thought. He’s not oblivious to them, he simply did not seem to care. You suppose it is a part of his popular, alway-coming-out-on-the-top background. Nanami watches as Gojo takes away the treats that he thought you made for him.

Much to Nanami’s relief, as much as he tried to internally deny feeling dejected from not getting pastries, you pull out a small brown bag to give him. A cute ribbon sticker sealing the bag. For me? He thanks you and takes it into his hands, telling you he’ll eat it when he goes on break later. Part of you wished to see his reaction live, but you didn’t want to risk making things awkward. 

As you ask Nanami if you can host a party for friends, your phone vibrates with an influx of messages of gratitudes and detailed appreciation of your baking skills (Gojo and Yuuji). Nanami nods his head, giving you a calm, “Go ahead,” on hosting.

YoungestDaughter!Reader, who likes hosting but rarely gets the chance considering most of your other siblings insisted on being one the to do so. So you jumped on the inside at his nod, praying the house party goes well. Back in your college days, you were surrounded by friends who were always willing to hang out as a bunch – a little family you could say. One day at Ophenia’s, one day at yours, and so on so forth. Now, you rarely get the chance to hang out all together, as you were all busy with your individual lives. The promise to hang out every year at least once all together, still stays true nonetheless.

Hosting was easier said than done, especially when inviting people with busy schedules. After a series of texts and “how abouts,” you land on the Saturday the week after, giving you about a week and a half to prepare. 

It was a big day for you, bigger than most because you needed to make sure everything was perfect. The food, the drinks, and the house. Top-notch perfect. If it isn’t, then you believed they’d hate you, would hate coming over. You invited all his friends over, the ones from his incredibly tiny, prestigious high school and his juniors from said high school (most also in his company or partners).  

To put off some pressure, you invited one of your friends, Ophenia, but to your luck she has to leave for a business trip that evening. Instead, she comes over with a packed bag to help and then head out to catch the subway. So sweet of her.

As for Nanami, he worked from his home office, sending emails, writing reports, and contacting his partners.  You hadn't said a word to him since the morning, except for the “hello” during breakfast. Seeing your slight glare as he accidentally got in your way in the kitchen was enough to send him right back out. A light shudder went down his back as you watched him grab a bowl of nuts, eyes sharp and face devoid of emotion. He could help but wonder if you are acting this way because you are annoyed and stressed about hosting.

To answer: Nope. You are fine. Maybe a bit nervous and obsessed with perfection, but you aren’t acting out of stress or anger. 

The instances where he did go back near the kitchen (not inside), he witnessed your work method. Prep. Start. Clean as you go. Next step. Repeat until done. 

OldestSon!Nanami saw you work like a robot, refusing to let him help even when he suggested. You have seen him cook before and know what it tastes like, so why not?

“Well… I can’t focus if someone else is in the kitchen,” you said. Fair, but why? Are you used to having a room to yourself? Is it that much of a bother if someone’s there?

Ding dong! Ophenia’s presence graced you with what you needed, a familiar connection and calm support. Looking at the recipes you set out, she knew to get to work on finishing touches. You already made sure everything was set. You’d prepped the table and most of the entrees and appetizers were done, except for the desserts. 

As if the kitchen elves couldn’t laugh enough at Nanami’s terrible kitchen luck, his heart burned when you easily let Ophenia join you in the cooking adventure. But how can you possibly tell Nanami that him standing nearby scared you? Not from fear, but the nervousness about his focus on you. 

Ophenia, seeing your laser-focused eyes and quick pace, knew what to do to quell your worries. Put on nostalgic music, crack a joke when the time is right, and just do the work. In your own words, “rest is for the weak.”

“Remember that one time- bahaha!- In the late night bodega, that one time- hahaha! the guy was like,” Ophenia did a huge motion with the bowl full of batter, one hand scooping up invisible air and the other mixing the bowl.” Next thing that fills the kitchen are both of you dying laughing from one of the thousands inside jokes you two share.

“It was definitely- hahaha!- a gesture. I literally never expected that, not from the cook,” you respond, eyes teary from laughing breathlessly. Nanami’s never heard you laugh so wholeheartedly before. In the 2-3 months you’ve been together, he’s never made you laugh — not the kind that has you wheezing for air. He’s only heard breathy, light giggles. From that moment alone, despite smiling to himself from your contagious laugh, Nanami felt his heart burn from a foreign sticky ache.

YoungestDaughter!Reader has a whole list of items to serve: Tiramisu, cookies, chicken sandwiches, curry, meat platter, yellow rice, flatbread, salad, and a strawberry lemonade. You were booked and busy. No time to spare.

Then it happens, the tray of cookies is left in the oven for too long and... They’re too hard – inedible for hosting. He saw the disappointment spring from your eyes, the tiniest sigh as you immediately went to toss them away. Beelining for the trash.

“Don’t,” he says, calling out from his seat. Your brows furrowed and you huffed, sliding the overbaked cookies in the tray.

“They’re bad. I can't serve this.” You mutter to yourself, picking up one of the cookies and tossing it back onto the tray. Nanami stands up from his seat, carefully making his way to you. As you attempt to, once again, toss them in the trash, he holds you back with his fingers firm on your shoulder, “Breathe. They’re just cookies. It won’t make a difference.” Wrong reply. Okay, maybe not wrong, rather it didn’t help the situation or quell your worry.

Had it not been for the snicker from Ophenia he would’ve thought you were beginning to calm down for how quiet you were.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get more chocolate chips. I’ll get store bought cookie dough and you bake them however you want,” and Ophenia is out the door.

“You could have asked me to help, you know?” he says, “But I guess you’re picky with who.” It wasn’t meant to be serious. 

You don’t reply, not having one to give him. He accidentally takes it as you being angry with him. He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either. You want it all perfect and to be able to do it all yourself. Without any help. Although Ophenia did help, you barely let her do 30% of the workload, she was there for moral support and to hang out. To help you breathe in the chaos of your mind. After the long seconds of silence, he gently takes the tray from your hands and sighs as he packs them in a tin. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader, who knew herself inside out. As much as you loved cooking and baking, if one step went wrong, you’ll begin spiraling.

One time you yelled at your sibling for getting in your way in the kitchen, feeling overwhelmed from the constant in and outs of your family when you were baking. Never again. You guys fought as young kids, but the older you got the more calm you all became, especially with all the yelling that already went on in the household. The moment your voice raised, you felt like the one person you swore to never be like: your dad.

He, too, calmed in his anger as he grew older, but it doesn’t change that he did raise his voice. Raise it with such undefeated power, it makes you stop out of fear – not respect or understanding of wrongdoings. So, as foolish as it seems, you never want to raise your voice or be short with Nanami. Not him. Not the man who vowed to be with you through thick and thin. Not over some baking. And certainly not right before his friends were about to come over.

So as Nanami prevents you from wasting cookies (that were just a little overbaked - hard really), you can feel the souring mood of the house. So you try to make it better. It was your fault, no?

“Thank you for packing them up,” you whisper, stirring the pot of chicken curry beside him. He hums, nodding his head, “Better to save them for ourselves instead.” “Yeah.” 

“Do you like cookies?” “No, not really.” You hum at his answer and then silence. Then should I be the only one eating them? Don’t want to force him to eat them just because I made it. The room becomes totally silent with the light music in the background, until Ophenia comes back with the dough.

Ophenia notices the deeper furrows of brows and tense mood. Glancing at Nanami, she puts two and two together, but decides not to push it. She’d rather talk to you separately and listen. Instead, she gives you space and sets the napkins on the table and puts up some decorations. Nanami helped set up the plates, noticing the time was ticking and the guest could arrive anytime. He also did not want to be completely useless.

As Ophenia left, you gave her a bag of fresh cookies and containers full of food. You touch her shoulder and wish her the best, “Have a safe train ride! Thank you so, so much for today. I wish you could’ve stayed.”

She coos at you, “Aw, of course, cutie! And it’s okay! Next time, I’ll join.” And once she leaves, the calm gets replaced with an eerie cold. Neither you nor Nanami talk, not until the doorbell rings. You were setting the food and drinks dining table and the common room. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader, who takes a deep breath, trying to overcome the hurt left behind by the silence. Treading behind Nanami, you both greet your first guests: Yuuji, Nobara, and Megumi. They were already in the area, shopping together – most just Nobara and Yuuji – but they came a tad early to help set up.

“That’s truly kind of you all, but everything is already set,” you smile. Megumi hands you a gift bag, which you accept with grace.

“It’s not much, but we’d hate to come empty handed,” Nobara says, with Yuuji vigorously nodding along at her. Nanami smiles, thanking her. He tells them to come in and sit wherever. 

Slowly the others trickled in. The next guests were Shoko, Utahime, Maki, and Yuki, followed by Choso and Yaga. A while later, Toji, Sukuna, and Uraume come, then, eventually, Gojo and Geto, making them the final guests to arrive. The others had other business to take care of. Each group brought a small gift for being invited.

YoungestDaughter!Reader, who immediately tells everyone to eat and take however much they want. And once they saw the food? Flabbergasted. All of this? Prepped and cooked all for them. The kitchen counter was filled with food, leaving the dining table nicely decorated with the tableware. The desserts were left to the side, to have anytime after dinner. You don’t sit with them, encouraging them all to sit at the table. Yuuji, Nobara, Maki, Yuta, and Megumi voluntarily go sit in the common room, something you assumed they did growing up – you did too. You remember being told to sit in the kid’s section. Fun times really.

YoungestDaughter!Reader, who notices Nanami also not sitting down. You hesitantly go to him, leaning up on your toes, to whisper, “You should sit and eat.” He looks back down at you, eyes dropping to your lips to understand, amidst the noise, “You too.” 

But there is only one more seat, so you tell him to sit first.

YoungestDaughter!Reader growing up in a household where those older than you have to eat first, then the younger ones. Usually, the children and young adults sit at a different table or room. Assuming it was the same for everyone invited, you don't question half the guests going to the common room to eat.

 You somehow manage to make Nanami sit in his seat, to eat with his friends, and catch up. Still, it doesn't take long at all for Nanami to notice your sly plan. He leaves to room only to return with another chair, albeit it looked out of place, for you to sit and eat, right beside him. 

OldestSon!Nanami who would never involve personal feelings with your health. Yes, he was kind of put off by today, but that’s for him to deal with and understand with you later. You hadn’t eaten all morning and evening, and he was worried you were going to faint. You didn’t even get yourself enough food, but he isn’t going to force you to eat more than your fill.

He leans into your ears, whispering, “Don’t you want some more?” You look at him to say, “I’m waiting for everyone to get their fill first.” Hmm… Still, you need to eat, he thought, but only mutters a “Get more when you can.”

YoungestDaughter!Reader who is a little on edge, terrified of making the hosting a horrible one, so you ask each and every person about their well being and day. Fast forward to everyone sitting in the common room – some on the couch, some on the floor or chairs. Yuuji went to ask if he can explore the house, letting him do so with Nobara. You even tell them about the games in your office. They come back out with Uno and a couple board games, letting the games be to join the conversation. You all were chatting about memories and jumping through random topics. One minute it was about volleyball, the next it was about college. What you didn’t expect was to talk about high school.

OldestSon!Nanami who never fully got over his high school trauma. He dismisses any talks about the high school incident, especially from those that did not experience it firsthand. All he says is, “The past is the past.” He’ll give a couple sentences about it, max. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who also will never forget your high school life. Rather than dismissing anything, you only bring out the good parts and forcibly hides away the rest. You tried to get over it – it was so, so long ago. Besides, you lived through college, making high school just a little easier to forget. Until someone brings it up.

“Wait, college is too recent for you. What were you like in high school?” Shoko asks, pushing her long hair away from her face. You look in the air, pondering for a bit about who you were, the version of you that became less prominent under the layers of new yous. 

 “I was actually kind of, well, goth and an introvert. Still am with my music and style. And I kept to myself a lot because of my studies.”

“You would’ve fit right in with Nanami then,” Shoko jokes, sipping from her glass. Geto chuckles, nodding along, “True, but both of you are introverts so no chance of talking.”

You take a glance at Nanami, only to notice him zoning in on his beverage, not looking up from it, as if he wanted to not be there.

“Wait, when did you graduate?” Yuuji asks, jumping from curiosity. You reply with your year and Nanami’s friends all gasp. “So young... I'm old...” “Just like us.”

“My final year was a bit intense,” you add on, picking at the little string at the end of your sleeve.

“Tell me about it,” Gojo dryly laughs.

“How was high school for you guys? And did graduation end up okay? No one missed it, right?,” you ask, hands holding onto your plate of cookies, extremely curious about Nanami's high school life. Maybe a little too excited with the glimmer in your eyes. Wrong question. You immediately felt the tension pull into the room.

“Great, good. Yeah… We all went to the same high school, so you can only imagine the chaos. Graduation was fun too, right? I don't think anyone... skipped it.” Gojo answered, offering you a kind smile. The rest hum along, busying themselves with their drinks. You noticed Geto particularly drifting off, his demeanor changing entirely as he chugs down the strawberry lemonade, chewing the bits of strawberry.

You attempt to ease the mood with fun memories. Your high school was… pretty bad, but you still remember the good memories. You’d rather never speak about the horrible ones. You buried them in a casket not a time capsule.

With a smile plastered on to lighten the mood, you comment, “Nothing exciting? Any trips or crazy events? I remember my high school ended off with a bang too.” Another mistake. All eyes widen and gather around to solely focus on you, including Nanami’s furrowed ones. Your stomach twists as no one utters a word for a couple seconds. They all stare as if you’d committed an unforgivable deed.

“That’s one way to put it,” Geto scoffs, “Great joke you made there.” 

Your stomach sank as Geto’s eyes slightly bore into you, his purple eyes holding fire in the light. Gojo elbows him, whispering something into his ear. Looking around you try to understand what went wrong. Was it me? Did something happen during high school? What’s going on?

Your eyes go to Nanami, hoping for an explanation, only to receive a look of distance. His jaw clenched and eyes dragging low to the lemonade in his hand.

“So, how exactly did your school end with a bang?” Geto calmly asks, a kind smile strapped to his face. If it weren’t for the enunciation of the end or the tiniest sharp glint in his eyes, you would’ve thought he was truly curious.

“Geto,” Shoko calls out, looking at him with a warning before looking at you. 

“Hope it was fun,” Shoko interrupts, looking at him with a warning before looking at you, “High school was an up-and-down journey. Growing, you know?.”

Still, you adjust in your seat, answering the question as if nothing was wrong. That’s something you were good at. Acting. 

“Oh, yeah. I somehow graduated at the top 1% of my school and managed to make the most of whatever happened. COVID was still affecting my class, so our graduation was less than great, but we all survived,” you giggle, picking at your fingernails and heart racing a million miles. 

Yet another mistake.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Geto whispers under his breath, perhaps hoping to be quiet enough, but it still reaches my ears. The chill in the room travels straight down my spine as the quietness immediately after tells me what to do. To shut up. What’s wrong?

“Stop it,” Gojo whispered to him, patting his back. Behind him, Yuuji asks himself, “Somehow?” However, you were too busy looking at Nanami's friends – none looking back – to notice or answer him.

Sighing, Geto gets up from the couch, claiming to get another glass of lemonade in the kitchen. Gojo follows suit. There is no lemonade in the kitchen. It’s only here.

“I’ll refill the lemonade. There’s more on the kitchen counter,” you lie, taking the empty jug in your hands. Albeit it was in the fridge, but no one knew. With a glance at Nanami, you notice his clenched jaw and tightened lips. With a shaking breath, you enter the kitchen without making much noise, a light back-and-forth conversation reaches my ears. 

Geto held the plastic tight in his hands, so tight it cracked, “Why the hell would that be a good joke?!” Gojo shrugs, rubbing the other’s arm, “It was probably unintentional.”

“Three in a row?” Geto glares, seething, “Three!” 

Your eyes lock with Gojo as you fully step inside and he clears his throat. Pretending as if you heard nothing at all, you give them a gentle smile. 

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to find the lemonade,” you say, walking right past them to the fridge. With no eye contact and quick on your feet, you pull open the fridge. As silence spreads through the kitchen, you decide to quietly refill the jug. Pulling a new cup, you pour the lemonade, placing a lemon on the rim, and try to hand it to Geto.

“I don’t need it,” Geto snapped, voice more curt than usual, “But that’s kind of you.”

Looking up, you nod, “Okay, uh, are you sure? It’s refreshing.”

“I’m refreshed enough for the day,” he says, tightening his lips and staring back with grim eyes. Is he mad at me? You don’t know how to quite respond, entirely confused about what happened in the span of 5 minutes. 

“We’re okay,” Gojo attempts to smile, but you can see the corners of his lips twitching, “We’re talking about something private, so we’d appreciate to be alone.” Oh! Right.

Your eyes widen and you quickly nod, rushing out with the jug of lemonade in your hands. Just when you exit the kitchen you hear Gojo hiss, “That was mean. I know her joke was out of line but-”

Your heart tightens as you head to the common room, everyone still gathered, but the space was duller than the beginning. Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi were talking amongst themselves, huddling to play a game of Uno,  having their own fun as Yuuta and Maki played chess.  Nanami was nowhere to be found and the others were talking amongst themselves, their eyes immediately going to you when entering. 

“I got more lemonade,” You say, setting it on the table with a light thud.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Utahime asks, stroking her neck. You nod back a yes.

“Were the jokes intentional?” Her voice laid out. Not curt but not light. 

“The jokes about my high school?” you question, brows flicking up. They all nod in return. You take a second to think of an appropriate answer, “No? I made the jokes, yes, but it only had to do with my experience. Why?”

Shoko shakes her head, “No, I think we all misunderstood your jokes. Sorry about that. Something- I think it’ll be best if you and Nanami talk about it.”

Tilting your head, with squinted eyes, you look back. Before you can say anything, Shoko gets up and walks to you, whispering, “He looked a little put off? I’m not sure. I don’t want to assume, but you might want to talk to him.”

My lips part and I nod, “Oh, I wondered but didn’t want to assume either. Thank you. And I’m sorry for making you all uncomfortable.”

Shoko smiles and you and the party brighten up, until Geto and Gojo return. As hard as they try to hide their behavior, the room immediately grew cold again, at least for those aware of the current predicament. 

The next 15 minutes go by in a blur, barely any conversation and most of the noise coming from those playing board games. You hesitate to initiate any of the talks, deeply afraid of saying the wrong things.

When you try to talk to Geto, all you get back are sentences that end the conversation right then and there. Even Gojo seemed to be avoiding your gaze, so you turn passive in the dimming mood. Nanami comes into the room, not uttering a word and sitting in silence.

A couple minutes later, Shoko tells you she must leave to rest up until her early meeting the next day. Once she said so, everyone else also began to pack up to leave. You hear shuffling, but no banter, something that you were not used to. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who was used to banter and 20 minute stallings before someone left. But with the awkward air, you decided not to make people stay longer than they’d like to. You notice Geto and Gojo particularly trying to leave earlier than others. Bidding you a quick goodbye and a slightly longer one to Nanami. Even though you rationalize it yourself, that they know him more and feel more comfortable, you know better. They must be angry about earlier.

As everyone begins to leave to the front door, you notice the line of desserts, untouched. No one ate the desserts… But I also didn’t remind them

You call out for them and tell them all to wait, “Just five minutes. It won’t take longer. I promise.” You try to ignore the burn in your heart at the way the hosting ended – horrible and embarrassing. Packing each one of them some desserts and some of the leftovers, you try to soothe the ache by telling yourself that maybe they at least enjoyed the food. To make them look pretty you fetch scissors and ribbon from your studio, quickly tying the desert box with a bow. 

One by one, they all left with the packed food, some a little quieter than the others. Every so often, you look at Nanami to gauge his reaction, but he bid them all goodbye normally. Geto and Gojo were the last to leave, despite being the first to want to leave. They bid Nanami and you – more so Nanami – goodbye again, avoiding eye contact with you. Immediately as the front door shut, Nanami walked away towards the room.

Party’s over. 

With that, a hole is left behind in your heart as you stand with your head lowered. Before they can fully enter the car, you open the front door and call out for Geto. He turns around, the same look in his eyes, ones that you knew to read. He wanted to stay away from you, perhaps finding you annoying or repulsive. You step out with slippers, nearing them.

“I don’t know what I said, I think it was the comment about high school. I just want to apologize. I know we're not friends and I don’t know what you went through, so I’m deeply sorry. I didn’t mean to cause anything discomfort,” you say, hands clasped behind you. 

“You- You don’t know?” he quietly asks, closing his eyes and scratching the bridge of his nose. Quickly glancing at the white-haired man behind him, you shake your head. Know what? 

“Huh? Like that you were Nanami’s upperclassmen? Yes, I knew.” They both look at each other and then me, a big sigh leaving both their lips. You don’t push for an answer or explanation. 

“About, um, nothing, nevermind,” Gojo licks his lips, adjusting his shirt. 

“Oh, okay. But, um, yeah, I wanted to crack a joke, but I’ll do better. I’m really sorry. I was, um, I hope you still enjoyed the party. Please let me know about things like this. I’m totally fine with you calling me out if I make you uncomfortable and all.”

 Geto’s eyes soften almost immediately as you apologize again. He was at a loss for words, assuming Nanami had already told you. They all thought he did, especially because of Haibara. His anger quickly dissipated as his heart squeezed remembering the tone he used in the later half of the night

“Crap, no it’s my fault. I- I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you straight up. I'm a grown man,” he admits, scratching his neck. Gojo nods along, verbally agreeing. He ruffles your hair and apologizes for not meditating better.

When the atmosphere got much better than before, you remember something. After telling them to wait one second, you return with another plastic bag. This time it was filled with strawberry and apricot thumbprint cookies. 

“I made extra the day before but didn’t make enough since the first batch had no sugar. But I remembered you really like them so,” you trail off, hands offering the cookies to Gojo to hint it’s his to take.

Gojo’s eyes light up, glimmering in the sunset. With a growing smile, he holds his arms out, immediately hugging you and taking you by surprise.

“I should’ve been the one to wife you up,” he cries out, whining. He swayed you back and forth in his arms, crying about your being his sweetest girl, which you couldn’t help but heat up at – out of embarrassment and odd appreciation. 

“You’ll give him a sugar rush. I can’t deal with him tonight,” Geto jokes, ripping Gojo away from you by the back of his collar. The white-haired man pouts as he is forced to do so.

You tilt your head, wondering, “Wait, do you guys live together?” After a beat of silence, they both nod, Gojo replying with, “Yeah, we’ve been roommates since high school. It’s like we’re a couple.” He flashes you a playful grin, showing his canines.

“That’s a really long time… Wow,” you hum, pondering in your thoughts. One thought jumps to another and you ask yourself… Are they-

But before your thoughts go anywhere, you realize how long you’ve stalled them. You quickly let them go, telling them to drive home safe and sound before going back inside. Gojo continues to wave, yelling one last “thank you!” as he drove the car with one hand.

After returning, Nanami didn’t utter a single word to you. You both cleaned up the place immediately, but no words were exchanged. Only the music in the background prevents the house from being dead as a cockroach. After an hour, only the desserts were left to pack, and you do just that. Nanami went in and out of the area, seemingly looking for something. You cannot make out the mutters he whispers to himself as he paces around the different rooms. Then he’s gone for a few minutes before he comes back. 

“Please don’t touch my pictures next time,” he ordered as soon as he entered the room, clear and cut-throat. You were in the middle of putting away the tiramisu and with a twist of your neck, you tilt your head. But I didn’t. I only went there for scissors and ribbons.

“Huh? What? I didn’t touch it,” you say as your hands stop moving.

“Just- It’s childish and rude. I know you really want to know more about me, but just don’t touch my things next time,” he mutters, wiping his face. He’d gotten used to his siblings touching his things as teens, but he never did like it. 

Hurt by his quick judgement, especially after the silent treatment, you snapped with an arm on your hip, “Okay, but I didn’t. What did I even do?”

“Nothing,” he quips, his eyes piercing through you, “Clearly nothing.”

Your lips twitch as you stare at him with widened eyes, “Nana-, where is this coming from? I didn’t touch anything.”

“It was in your office. You don’t have to lie about it. I don’t know if you got curious from the weird comment you made about high school but don’t touch my photobook. Not this one, alright? Please.” and without giving you a chance to reply, he leaves the room. Leaves you standing with an aching heart and burning eyes – holding the tiramisu that you specifically made for him and he never ate.

“Okay. I won’t,” you whisper, not sure if Nanami even heard you.

You always hated when people assume things without knowing your side, especially the ones close to you. You hated having to swallow your words to not sound as though you were trying to argue or prove yourself correct. Even if you were in the right, you feared accidentally hurting others. So, when fingers were pointed at you, you’d stand your ground while eggshells surrounded you. Carefully choosing your words and looking at their reactions. Crafting a response to ease the situation. After all, that’s also what you’ve done growing up. Carefully crafting your reaction and response whenever your parents fought and came to you for an ultimatum. Careful with your words and actions as a kid so your older siblings do not get in trouble, because “they are in charge of you.” Over 20 years later, the habit diminished, but did not disappear.

OldestSon!Nanami who later that night gets a text from Yuuji reading, “Nanamin!! I’m so so sorry but I opened your photobook thinking it was your wedding pics! If you can’t find it, MAAAYBE it's in the studio office. I asked about it and she said to ask you but I couldn’t find you so I just chose the white one that said best moments. ”

“Turns out it WASN’T so sorry! I forgot it when picking up board games with Nobara from the studio,” Yuuji typed, sending a picture of a random man bawling his eyes out and his hands clasped over his head. 

I messed up, Nanami thought. And he was right. He did.

When he quietly enters the kitchen again, he catches you on the phone talking ever-so-softly. His heart aches at the way he’s noticed you settling with the eggshells all around you while adjusting to this… loveless? weird? limboed? marriage. You leave the room when he’s about to sleep and have yet to quell your hobbies. You joke with hesitation, as if one joke will bother him. You never mix your clothes. Never sit too close to him. Never ask him for favors. Never expect much. Never even tell him your worries. 

Never anything too big, just the tiniest favors, like buying bread on the way home. But never more.

“I messed up so bad,” you whisper, hitting your own head with your palm. 

“No. I know, but I- He was clearly embarrassed. I said all that in front of his friends.” Every time you spoke, you spilled guilt from within, as if you committed the worst crime.

Turning your head, you notice Nanami standing there. You quickly bid Ophenia goodbye, telling her you’ll talk later, and get up to walk towards him.

“I thought you were sleeping,” you say, voice laced with a distant edge. Nanami shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek as you even avoid eye contact.

“I packed away all of the food and dessert. You don't have to eat them if you don’t want to, but I would appreciate it,” you mumble, standing right beside him. Before you can leave he turns and calls your name.

“Let’s head out together tomorrow…  like usual,” he says. He wants to say more, but the words get stuck in his throat. What do I even say? And all you do is nod before heading to bed.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who does stand up for herself, but not in the ways it’s seen or bold. If you told someone the truth, why break your back over trying to prove yourself? If they believe in a lie, even when you told them otherwise, then so be it. You’d never beg someone to believe you or take you back. As relaxed and calm you may be, it doesn’t mean you are easy to manipulate or hurt. 

Nanami is not any better. He, too, has his doubts and walls. He believes you wouldn’t like him, not in the way he once wished to be in his 20s. He’s older now and he has realistic expectations.. Now that you are married, he would never look at another woman. Never. Out of respect and a shame in his heart. He believes you’re the most beautiful, kindest out there. And others?

They… aren’t you. 

And whatever this sticky feeling was, Nanami didn’t want to jump in it. He doesn’t love you. He just… would never look at another. Never. Cross his heart and he hopes to die.

OldestSon!Nanami who gets chewed out by Satoru and Suguru because they couldn’t believe he hadn't told you yet. They can’t believe he let you feel cornered, as if you were in the wrong. Yes, it’s a sensitive matter, but they assumed in the two-and-a-half months, he at least made proper conversation with you. About the past, about him, and about who he is. Even just a little but no! Work, “how was your day,” and meals. That’s it. That's 99% of your conversations.

“You’re an old man making her cry about something you never even told her for fucks sake,” Geto grumbles. Gojo agrees, vigorously nodding along, “Yeah, this is on you. We already apologized for being assholes, but you? Work on talking to ‘er, man. Build the trust.”

OldestSon!Nanami who comes back to you sleeping on the couch while sitting upright, seemingly waiting on him. There was a book in your hands, your phone right beside you. As he goes to wake you up, his hands accidentally turns on your phone and he reads notifications from Ophenia.

 “How are you supposed to know if he…��� [never told you??!!] 

He should’ve stopped reading, but he was too curious and wanted to know what had you so stressed. He can already guess.

“Call me when you can!! I’ll listen” *Missed Call*

“Mb! Forgot about time zones! Get…” [some sleep first!]

Before he can lift you up, just like last time, your eyes shoot open and you suck in a breath of surprise, “You’re back.” 

“I am,” was all he could come up with, surprised at how quickly you noticed his presence. Truly he felt ashamed. He hadn’t confronted you yet – not about the awkward turn of events for the house party. 

“Nanami?” you call, and he looks at you humming in return. Eye-to-eye. 

“I want to apologize for my jokes or comments at the party. I know I stepped out of line with your friends, and I’m incredibly sorry,” you say. No excuses. No defense. A full apology.

A pause, then you continue, “But, uh, I also didn’t steal your album. I don’t know how it got there. Maybe I moved it thinking it was mine? I can’t remember. I’m sorry for-”

He presses his lips together and sighs as he sits down on the couch. Daringly, he cups your face and brings you closer.

“No, I’m sorry,” he says, eyes glistened and mellow, “I’m sorry for putting you in that position and making you believe you made a mistake when you didn’t. It’s my responsibility to build a place you feel happy and comfortable in and I’m not doing that. You have every right to joke around as you’d like.”

You look back with widening eyes, pupils dilated and breath increasing. He feels the light warmth of your flat cheeks on the pads of his fingers. 

“ You’re my- You’re not tied down to any expectations, so do as you please. Rule this house however you’d like,” he softly whispers. His words linger on your mind and breath as you sense his thumb brushing across your cheeks.

“I- And Yuuji told me that he was the one to misplace my album… I’m sorry for assuming it’s you,” he admits, looking at you with downcasted eyes. You take a moment looking at him, trying to comprehend the day before and your emotions.

“I’ll take your apology, but… that hurt, you know? I understand that you were anxious about it, but let’s talk through it next time. I don’t- I would never step over your boundaries or space," you say, licking your lips and clenching your pajamas. 

He nods, brushing his thumb on your cheek again. He stupidly wants to hug you profusely while apologizing, but he knew you weren’t affectionate with your friends and family. Would it be too much for you?

So he holds back, talking with his hands now shifted down to your shoulders, “I will. I promise I will. And beside, our lives are mixed now. You have a right to wonder who I was. I noticed… I noticed you adjusting to my habits and I never want you to feel like you have to, okay? It should be mutual.” Your eyes widen before going back to normal. He… noticed? 

You didn’t mean to do so. You liked who you were, you were content with yourself, but you feared this marriage breaking because of you. You wanted him to be the one you end up with for eternity. Did you love him? You don’t know. But was he very important to you and did you start feeling inklings of feelings? Definitely.

“Tell me your worries. Tell me everything you need and want. This house is ours, not just mine.” he says, tilting his head towards the array of picture frames on the shelves.  You nod along as he spoke.

“You too,” you say, playing with the hem of his shirt, “You have to also tell me everything. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but I want to get to know you more… More than anyone else.”

You whisper the words, hesitant that they would scare him off. Knowing he didn’t love you, but wanting him to tell you his secrets as if you were lovers. You speak carefully and low, “I’m trying my best to understand who you are, but if you don’t let me in... How will I know you?” 

He closes his eyes, nodding along before opening them, “I will. I promise, hm? I have my regrets with how I acted, but I’ll be better.”

After a beat of silence, you let out a breath of air, relieved. Your heart rate went back to normal and your brows were no longer in a semi-permanent furrow.

“I will too. Today’s probably not the best time to speak of the past, but I’m always here to listen,” you tuck your hands between your legs, unconsciously leaning into him.

“I am too, please don’t ever think you don’t matter to me. We’re married and I want to make sure you feel taken care of,” he gently says, and again, almost reaches out to hug you. Almost reaches out to comfort you on how emotionally distant you two still were, but he doesn’t actually do so. He thought it went unnoticed, so he clears his throat, moving on. After you two have another five minute talk on fixing the issues, he gets up and tells you he’ll make dinner.

“Hold on , wait,” you stop him. “Sorry, I know we were having a serious conversation, but you did this little,” you stretch your arm out to lightly flail it, “thing. What were you trying to do?”

He bites the inside of his cheek, a little embarrassed for being noticed mid-flail before stopping himself from hugging you.

“I was… going to hug you, but… I decided against it. It was to hopefully ease you.”

“Oh, aw, that’s sweet,” you breathe, smiling downwards before questioning him, “You don’t like them?”

“No, I do. I get them a lot from Yuuji. Unprompted, but I think they're nice, so I almost did it out of habit,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.  You shuffle in your seat, giggling, “Okay- haha- Okay. That’s cute.”

“Are you okay with hugs?” he returns the question, “I don’t want to cross your boundaries.”

You ponder to yourself, playing with your fingers as you shrug, “A little. It takes me a while. I am horrible at hugs and those things, but I won’t bite if you do.” You looked so serious as you said it, too. Nanami couldn’t help but laugh. His body shook as the big hahaha! left his chest. 

“What?” Your hair covers a part of your face as you speak, hiding you from him. It did so when you looked up at him.

“No,” he smiles, sitting back down onto the couch. This time he reaches for your hair, but before he can tuck it behind your ear he simply slides it away from your cheek. “Just… You’re adorable.”

You lean back, eyes flickering and mouth parting as you shout, “What?! Huh? Why?”

“You looked so serious when you said you won’t bite me,” he gives you a lazy smile, the one with his head tilted as he shows his canines.  I’m going to jump his bones, you think. 

“I just have a serious face. Deal with it,” you huff, ‘bothered,’ trying to hide the building warmth of your face.

“Hey… You can bite if you want,” he comments, lips tightening to stop himself from smiling.

“You’re weird, ugh,” your brows furrow as you pretend to be disgusted. In reality, it reminds you of the days of banter with your friends and how filterless you were. Now, he felt like the cozy fireplace you’ve always dreamed of having growing up. The warm fire you bask in while the world spun in cold circles. You grew up desperately trying to keep up the fire in relationships, to keep the warmth and closeness. And looks like you were no longer the only one adding wood to this fire.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who wakes up the next day and sees a new picture among the range of pictures frames. Your wedding photo inside the most beautiful frame of them all in the dead center. You don’t know if it was intentional or not, but that photo was your favorite from your wedding album. The one where you both gave each other the shy-and-awkward smile, both of you a little blushy because you both just became husband and wife. There were petals being thrown in the foreground. No one was in the way at all. Just you two with the gorgeous decoration, hand-in-hand. The frame had a floral look –  a mix of white peonies, blue forget-me-nots, and lavenders.

A big flutter rushes through your body as you imagine him picking the frame, taking out the photo, and setting just right. Knowing him for however long you did, you assume he took a while on this matter. A downwards smile tugs onto your face and your day is made. You know it's bare minimum, but still... He's sweet.

OlderSon!Nanami who comes home to see his favorite dish made for dinner. A surprise to him because he didn’t know you remembered the comment in passing. He only said it once, and that was during your hectic post-wedding party. She remembered. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader and OlderSon!Nanami who slept a little closer that night. His arms reaching out, but not quite on you. Hesitant, but getting there. Both your blankets were nearly mixed and no longer separate. A part of your blanket on his legs and a part of his blanket on your hips. It’s getting there.

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I am guilty of overthinking what I write and how the story goes. I’ve rewritten many of the scenarios and went in circles. Plus, the past few months have been crazy, but it's calming down. Let's pray it doesn't get worse.

I will try to be more consistent in the future with the chapters. But since I also want to post other stories, it might go differently.

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Yes? And only for adults (obviously)

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AHHH TO KNOW YOU WAS SO GOOOODD! I Can't wait for the next part! Keep up the amazing work! 💕

You all are the sweetest! I know I'm making you guys wait, but I promise I'll have it out (currently facing questionable life situations). Thank you all sooo much for waiting! You guys are the best!

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Trust I did NOT forget about To Know You

I have a very busy and packed schedule because I’m a big girl doing my big girl things, but trust it WILL get done

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To Know You Update

I’ll try to update soon. Per usual, life is crazy and busy so updating is very slow. I practically have little time to sit down and write but I’ll get to it this week.

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To Know You | Nanami x Reader

Making the next chapter possibly with more angst because I want it to be a slow burn

(There may or may not be more suggestive things involved too)

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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To Know You Pt.2 | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader

Notes: Once again, this fanfic is very self-indulgent, so many of you may not be able to relate to it... I don't know how often I will post, I just like writing about it. Requests are open?? But to be veryy honest, I'm not sure if I have for request, but I'm open to discussions through the inbox/request box. Send me any anon messages~

I'll clean up any mistakes soon!

Word count: 6k+

Genre: Angst(?), Fluff, A touch/sprinkle of suggestive content (not really), NO SMUT YET

Warnings: Grammar mistakes (I'll fix it), vomit, not good eating habits, cursing, and arranged marriage things(?)

Extra info:

Nanami's Friends: Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Utahime, etc

Nanami's Juniors: Mainly Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, does include Maki, Yuta, and Toge.

Nanami is hinted to be in his mid/late 30s and reader is hinted to be in her twenties.

Part 1

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OldestSon!Nanami who woke up from the smell of something good. Looking at the clock, to realize it’s past 11 AM, but quick to also realize his father gave him a week off. One, to get to know you better. Two, to plan your honeymoon for later on.

He notices you weren’t in bed, so after freshening up he follows the delicious scent. He watches as you look through the cabinets, very quietly, familiarizing yourself with what's there. You sigh in relief when you see maple syrup in the cabinet.

He found it… odd, to be honest. He usually was the one cooking for others, especially his younger siblings. He banned his brother, at that time in his early twenties, from entering the kitchen after he had burnt milk… Milk! (Though he is now much better at cooking.)

So to have you cook something was… fresh, but normal for an adult nonetheless. He wondered if you cooked for yourself often.

“Good morning. It smells nice,” he says, his voice rough and deep. You turn around with a spatula in your hand and next to you what seemed to be strawberry pancakes on a plate.

You nod, “Good morning… Yeah, thought I’d make something before you go to work.”

It clicks that he never told you. Shit. 

“My dad actually gave me the week off. I apologize for the confusion. I should’ve told you during our date,” he says, nearing you and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“That’s okay. We barely had the time,” you say, turning back to your pancakes and putting the last one on the plate. Another plate with scrambled eggs.

“Do you have work?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I’m off for a week too. My boss found out I was getting married out-of-nowhere,” you shrugged, the words leaving your mouth so casually.

“You didn’t tell them?” he continues, bringing out plates and utensils to place on the table.

You shake your head, “Not that I didn’t. I told them, but they didn’t expect it so soon.”

OldestSon!Nanami hums, being in a similar position himself. Everyone’s jaw dropped when they found out, from Gojo’s loud mouth, not himself. He didn’t even tell Gojo! His mom did. She adored that blue-eyed lunatic. 

You fetch the water jug filling up the water cups. You both sit on opposite ends, a little far from each other. It gnawed at his chest, so he asked.

“Why did you want to get married?” The silence lingers for a while, and he could tell you, too, are looking for words to not hurt him.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t judge your reasons. I’m sure I’m no better,” he reassures.

You licks your lips. “For my family, I guess. My mom really wants to see me get married. She’s quite old and has health problems, so I agreed.”

Nanami noticed you held your guard up, keeping a distance between the two of you. Something you’re not telling him, but he doesn’t press.

“Do you regret it?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Not if you don’t,” you whispered before taking a bite of your pancakes. His gaze lingered on you. Not if he doesn’t? 

“You’re my wife. I won’t regret the wife I chose. Yes, we don’t know each other, but I don’t want you to feel suffocated, so please do tell me anything and everything.” 

You look back at him with sparkling eyes and then you change the topic.

He took a bite of the pancakes and eggs and was surprised. He could hug you for how fluffy and delicious they are. It didn’t even take a second to know it was better than any he made.

“What do you want to do today?” you ask. 

He hums, “I have a few places in mind, where we can go, but where do you want to go?”

“Oh, what did you have in mind?” you ask and he tells you the locations after another big bite of the pancakes. His mind can’t get over how you made the pancakes this fluffy and good.

“We can go there,” you say and his ears perk up.

“Where exactly?” he asks for specifics.

“The, um, restaurant, the Salt one,” you tried to repeat what he’d said early, only to fail.

“Ah, Saltspringlis?” he clarifies, telling you that he’ll take you tonight for dinner.

OldestSon!Nanami who notices you skipping lunch and asks you about what you wanted, only for you to say you’ll eat later, stalling on it. Hours go by and he noticed you were busy unpacking your things. He helped you, in hopes that you’d take a break and go eat, but you just continue unpacking, so he asked.

“Well, I had breakfast with you and I don’t want to be full for dinner,” you say, not paying mind to the utterly confused look on his face. Huh? 

“I also forgot,” you mumble, folding another shirt into the drawer. He felt compelled to scold you, the way he used to scold his siblings for taking way too long to go eat. But he doesn’t.

“You should eat a snack,” he suggests, folding your pants and putting it in the drawer of pants. He leaves the room, bringing back an apple, then somewhat “orders” you to sit down and eat while he unpacks for you.

OldestSon!Nanami who neatly organized your clothes the way he noticed you organizing them. Who casually reaches inside the duffle bag beside the nightstand, only for you to tighten the opening, stops his hand from moving. Your eyes were panicked and with the apple in between your lips. He stops and there are a few seconds of silence between you two.

“Um, I have underwear in this,” you explain.

OldestSon!Nanami removes his hand from the bag, the feeling on lace and silk catching his attention as he does. Your face was red and he isn’t dumb. He knows that these were perhaps lingerie packed for activities, maybe by someone else. But he’s also not crass or rude. He acts like he doesn’t know what's inside, nor does he sexualize it. 

OldestSon!Nanami who takes you to Saltspringlis, a seafood restaurant, but also invites some of his friends and company juniors. Gojo and Geto come with Yuji and Megumi, while Shoko arrives with Nobara and Maki. He was glad to know you got along with them, even if they did most of the talking, you still looked pleased but…

OldestSon!Nanami who wonders why you don’t touch your food, you just pick at it. You pick at the scallops and shrimp risotto. In the hour that passed, everyone had finished their plate except you. And soon it was time to leave. 

He wasn’t angry, no, no, no! He was curious and maybe a little disappointed. 

Your marriage was arranged. He didn’t dislike you, no it was the opposite. He liked you, platonically. But he noticed you barely ate your dinner.

He grew up being told to appreciate food and finish his plate. “Others aren’t as fortunate as we are, Kento,” his mother would say. His parents didn’t force him to finish his food if he really couldn’t. But he grew up learning it’s proper and respectful to finish what you got for yourself or what was served.

His younger siblings were told the same about finishing meals, but less tied to the rule. They weren’t kept on the table until they finished like he and another one of his siblings were. And as Nanami sees from your habits, you were probably given that leniency too.

You bit into the shrimp, eating maybe a quarter of the meal before never touching it again. And soon it was time to leave. He noticed others' questions if you were hungry. “You didn’t even eat much,” Yuji, who was around your age, exclaimed. You simply told everyone you’re full. Nanami told you to get it packed to-go and you nodded, doing just that. 

OldestSon!Nanami who fought with OnlyChild!Gojo to pay the bill for everyone. In the end, Gojo beat him by a millisecond to tap it on the card reader.

OldestSon!Nanami who was a little surprised when your stomach growled in the silent car ride. He looked over to you for a second, suggesting, “Finish the food at the house.” You only nod, not saying much.

OldestSon!Nanami who was just a tiny bit irked when he saw the to-go box still in the fridge the next morning. So, once you told him with an avoidant gaze that you didn’t want it, he ate it himself.

OldestSon!Nanami and you went through the motions of your break, one week passing by fairly quickly. You both ate together for almost every meal. ‘Almost’ because you had a tendency to avoid meals and lean towards snacking. Though, at least you’d have breakfast and dinner. Two days into the break, he helped you settle in, encouraging you to decor the place however you’d want. He didn’t mind. He wanted you to feel like you belonged.

So there you were, day three of seven days of break, at a home goods store, gawking the prices as you tried to find the cheapest ones. Why are they so expensive?! Nanami, too, was looking but he looked rather unfazed. 

You found one of the shelves to be beautiful, so beautiful you wanted it. But that feeling quickly sizzled out once the price of $1,500 revealed itself on the tag. You carried on with a tight smile, not looking back. You looked everywhere, and no matter what, nothing was under $500. Even a nightstand. A nightstand!

OldestSon!Nanami who sees you silent sigh to yourself as you walk back to the same place you started off. He asks you if this store was not to your taste, but you simply shake your head, quietly telling him it’s over your budget. 

Perplexed, he leans down, “I’m well-over capable to pay it.”

OldestSon!Nanami watches you explain that you aren’t going to let him pay for it! If you like it and want it, you’ll buy it. He is just there looking back, absolutely astonished. Though, he hid it well behind his stoic face and clenched jaw. Who told you you’d be paying for these things?

“I respect that you want to pay for it, but you’re not going to. Moreso, I won’t let you. If you like something, I’ll get it. It’s for the house,” he replies, beginning to walk towards someone.

Before you can even attempt to convince him not to, he tells an employee to buy two items, giving the item number, as well. You watch him not hesitate the slightest. Even on the drive home, he doesn’t say much about what he bought, so you assumed he got what he liked. 

OldestSon!Nanami who tells you to come down the next day, because a delivery came in. You look at him in utter disbelief as the same beautiful shelf stood in front of you. He watches as your expression goes from confusion to shock to admiration and then to…

“Wait, I- Did you buy it because of me?” your brows furrowed as your voice got small. You had a sort of guilt in your voice, almost as if you didn’t want him to get it.

So he panics. “No! No… I got it because I really liked it,” he lied, “Why? Did you?”

Your face calms and you sigh in relief, “Yeah… Can I help you build it?”

OldestSon!Nanami and you who spend day 4 of your break building and moving things around the house. He notices you bump into things here and there, so he just… moves them out of the way when you shuffle around. He quietly reorganizes the pantry, so you don’t risk breaking your hip when you climb the countertop.

What? He caught you easily climbing it on your knees, as if you do that often when he’s not looking. It made you avoid his gaze for hours, with an embarrassed laugh, mumbling, “Sorry. I’ll clean it.”

YoungestDaughter!Reader who still notices him reorganizing the pantry because she’s always aware of Nanami. Who enjoys building the shelf with Nanami, her brows furrows in focus and eyes fixed on the screws. She organizes her book, usually by title and genre, but quietly places Nanami’s favorites to his eye level (knowing from his family and friends). 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who places a cup of water on the kitchen counter, knowing Nanami will just drink it. He’s done that before. What? She’s just making sure he’s hydrated. Who softly asks Nanami if he has any photos he wants to put up there.

He does. 

OldestSon!Nanami who opens up his album of high school memories and recent pictures with his juniors. All of them. Who stupidly skips past the wedding pictures, not noticing YoungestDaughter!Reader’s eyes wait in foolish anticipation.  

YoungestDaughter!Reader who is quick to move on from the slight disappointment. After all, this relationship had no feelings, it’s arranged. She smiles at the memories, but it dawns on her that she doesn’t know him… At All. Certainly not anything close to what his juniors even know. So she asks about his high school and college, hoping for any response even if it’s not a deep one.

“It was fun,” Nanami whispered, brushing his thumb over two faces. A girl and a guy. 

Silence. Horrible, awkward silence.

“Uh, what year was that?” you ask from behind him. He doesn’t talk and so you let it go. You hated this feeling, the sticky, horrible feeling of begging for him to respond or talk. 

After all, you grew up knowing to swallow your feelings and just let people be, especially if they didn’t want you. You grew up being the listener. When no one asked or responded, you wouldn’t speak either. You hated this sticky, unbearable feeling or being the only one wanting to talk.

You look through your own set of pictures, ones of your friends and family, some that you already printed to frame. You and Nanami decorated the shelf, but sadly it looked as if two roommates had done it, not a married couple. 

You keep your thoughts to yourself. You knew what to expect coming in. No matter how much his mother told this would be love, the moment you knew Nanami seemed to have… settled, you knew this is just that, a settlement. 

But you stupidly already started to enjoy his presence.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who has countless sketches of Nanami in her sketchbook, all of them in her forbidden, never-open-in-front-of-others sketchbook. All of them are drawn in the month you’ve known him.  Some doodles, others a bit more detailed. 

OldestSon!Nanami, who saw the sketch book lying around, picks it up out of curiosity, but never opens it. He respects your privacy. 

OldestSon!Nanami and you spend day 5 in the park with a beautiful garden. He noticed your eyes sparkle at the flowers, taking yet another picture as you walked around. He sends it to his mom, who replies with a dozen pink, yellow, and orange hearts for you, calling you, “So cute.” You come back to him, with a couple small flowers in your hand, dropping it into his palm without touching him, “I didn’t want to rip them off, but I found some instead.”

OldestSon!Nanami who blushes as you turn your back and continue walking as if you didn’t just give him the cutest small flowers of yellow and blue daisies.

OldestSon!Nanami who brings home salmon the next day and you cook it. He notices you eat only part of it and wait for him to finish before claiming that you're full. He lets it go, not saying anything about it.

The rest of the day you two are within each other's vicinity, but doing different things. You sketching something in your sketchbook and he's reading.

OldestSon!Nanami begins to dose off as he's reading, his book slipping from him a sliver. Despite being high alert with others, he can't help but feel a little at peace with... you.

You place your sketchbook aside, taking the blanket off yourself and putting it on Nanami instead. You take the book from his sleeping state and hesitantly tuck him into the blanket.

Nanami wakes up right when you put the blanket on him and he can't help but feel weird fluttering in his stomach. A few seconds of silent stares that happen between you two. You to him. Him to you.

"Um," you break the silence, "You should sleep... in the bedroom. You'll hurt your neck."

Nanami who hums, knowing that if he spoke, it'll be a stutter of words. He notices how you look so "caught in the act" when you did nothing wrong. He gives you a smile, clearing his throat as he stands up.

"Are you tired?" he asks.

You look back at your materials splayed out on the living room table and couch. Looking back at him, you shrug your shoulders.

"I'm not tired, but I can... keep you company after I clean up."

OldestSon!Nanami who waits 20 minutes, too giddy to sleep because you said you'd keep him company. Usually, you two went to sleep at different times. You were always staying up later than him.

OldestSon!Nanami who whispers goodnight as you settle into the bed, reading a book in your hand and small light on the book. He told you that you can keep the lights or lamp on, but you refused. You use a tiny book light

OldestSon!Nanami and you spend the night of your last day of break together at yet another expensive seafood restaurant. Nanami had asked you where you wanted to go, but you let him decide, telling him you didn’t know the place well.

You’d ordered a salmon dish with a side of asparagus. The price wasn’t the issue. He didn’t mean to get a little… irked. You took twenty minutes to order, but he didn’t mind. And by the time he’d eaten his food, you barely made a dent in yours.

He waited and waited, the conversation between you two was longer than the length you took to eat. The conversation was nothing out of the ordinary, just about both of your jobs and going back to the usual work routine. All that stuff. 

Your food long went cold and you were lingering, not touching it.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, curiously.

“Oh, no nothing. Why?” You ask, tilting your head.

“You’re not eating and your food is cold,” he points out. You look down at your plate and curl up. He should’ve stopped.

“It’s not good to waste food,” he adds, wiping his hands on the cloth.

“Yeah, um, I’m just full,” you quietly say, your neck heating up from his gaze. The same one that you got when you were younger. From many, many people.

You’d grown up similar to Nanami, but instead of being let off the hook your family yelled at you to eat and finish food. Admittedly, you avoided food because you were easily full, you’d prefer to have small portions. It didn’t help that your parents were on the poorer side. They’d guilt you about the money they spent on food.

And as Nanami said those words, you relive those memories.

“You’re all skin and bones! Why are you not eating?!”

“Fish is good for you, why are you being so picky?”

“She never eats. It’s such a hassle. What did I do wrong?.”

“I tried so many times to make her eat fish, she never does.”

“You should be happy. Lots of people can’t even eat fish.”

So, to avoid giving Nanami the wrong impression, despite heavily disliking seafood, you forced yourself to at least finish half, until you just couldn’t anymore. This month alone, you've eat more fish than you have in a lifetime.

The salmon left a bad taste in your mouth and you felt like throwing up. You would’ve had it not been for the asparagus you finished.

“Are you done?” Nanami asks, again. You nod your head with flushed cheeks, squeezing your hands in your lap. Sorry. 

He sighs and finishes paying. He barely says a word to you as you both go to the car. The food swirls in your stomach, the taste of the seafood still in your mouth palette. You didn’t get the chance to wash the gag-worthy taste away with water.

“Thank y-“

“If you didn’t want to eat out, you could’ve told me,” he bluntly said, gripping the steering wheel. He drove without looking at you, just a little bit irked. Okay, not just a little. Irked. He’s annoyed.

Gojo buys you food that you didn’t eat, then you don’t eat this time either. You never seemed to finish it, but then you eat something else much later on, ignoring the food container from the restaurant. Did you want fresh food? He’d get it. He just wanted you to be honest if you didn’t want to eat it anymore now that it’s old. Or that you didn’t want to eat with him and his friends in the first place.

“I’m not trying to force you to do anything. We’re married even though it was arranged, but I’m not here to force you,” he adds, and your stomach sinks further.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble as he drives in silence, paying you no mind. A few minutes go by. Your guilt grew more and you could physically feel his irritation.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to go eat,” you add, playing with your hands. I’m sorry. 

“Then?” He raises a brow, eyes in the road.

Your throat felt hot and your stomach swirls as the car hit a pothole. You didn’t want to admit it. You didn't want to admit that you didn’t like fish. You didn’t like seafood. Few exceptions, but fish was definitely not one. You tried to like it, but nothing ever got you to.

“I felt full,” you mumble and he is quick to click his tongue.

“Then you could’ve ordered something you wouldn’t waste. That simple,” he adds. 

He didn’t know why he got worked up. You weren’t a kid. He normally doesn’t care about habits. But you didn’t even have a full meal since breakfast. Yes, he noticed. How are you NOT hungry?

Growl! You bit your lip as your stomach made noises. Nanami sighed as he, too, heard it. You clearly were if your stomach was still growling.

“You don’t have to lie. I won’t blame you if you feel weird about going out with me. As I said, this marriage was done quickly and we’re not in love. ”

“No, I just… couldn’t finish it. I knew I probably would like it. I wanted to try, but… It didn’t taste good,” you mumble at the end. As Nanami drives, the sight of swift cars and alternating lights makes your stomach flip like hurricane swirls.

“But you got it anyway. You should’ve ordered something you could finish.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out, your hand reaching up to cover your nose and mouth.

“No need to apologize to me. Just… it’s not good to waste food,” he said, voice flat and stern.

You felt shame rise up to your cheek as the food began to rise up your throat. You’d tried to swallow the sickly throat-wrenching feeling, but it was getting more and more unbearable. More and more the food climbed up your stomach and throat.

“Stop- Stop the car,” you quickly express, opening your seatbelt. And he does, pulling over immediately..

You stumble out of the car, and spill your guts out. Every bit of fish and asparagus you ate now spilled out on the ground. Nanami curses, his stomach sinking to the floor as you heave and bend over. He leaves the car to rub your back, his eyes brimmed with worry.

Fish usually made you queasy, especially if it smelled fishy. So you avoided it, but seeing Nanami always eat it so deliciously made you want to match his preference too. He got you water and you profusely apologized. He shakes his head, worried to no end. He checks your temperature and finds nothing. He’s there with you crouched down until your stomach calms, your arms settling beside you.

“What's wrong?”

“I’m sorry… I don’t like seafood.” And it clicks for him. Your face dropped when you looked through the menu, which had nothing but fish and scallops.

Fuck, he thought. He loves seafood, so did his entire family. It seemed like your family also enjoyed it, so he assumed you liked it too. But not once did he ever see you reach for any seafood dishes. Ever. 

He’d grown up eating anything, he wasn’t picky, moreso he wasn’t allowed to be. He didn’t care as long as it wasn’t sardines. You must’ve forced yourself to eat even half of the salmon. He carries you to the car, clicking in your seatbelt for you.

“I’m sorry,” he admits, “I should’ve told you it was seafood. It’s my fault, not yours.”

“Still it was expensive and you paid, so I can pay you back for wasting it,” your voice was so small and quiet. As if you expected him to be mad about it. As if you expect him to yell at you.

His heart aches, and he shakes his head, “No, no. What? That doesn’t matter. The price doesn’t matter. I’m your husband, it’s only a given.”

He help you get back into the car, making sure you were no long queasy. OldestSon!Nanami who has a small stash of medicine in a box of his car. He gives you a bottle of water and some nausea relief. Driving a little slower to avoid making your vision hazy and stomach churn again. Right when heard your stomach rumble, he was quick to stop at a random late night bakery.

“Do you like sweets?” He asks and you nod, only to panic when he starts to leave the car.

“No, you don’t have to! You’re wasting money,”

His brows furrow, “What? Nonsense, you threw up. And you’re hungry”

“I’ll buy it myself. Seriously.”

“No, sit here. What do you like?”

“I’m not telling you,” you insist.

“Then I’ll just get one of every flavor.”

You scoff at his ‘promise,’ “No you won’t.”

“You think?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side.

“You won’t,” you dryly chuckle, crossing your arms. You were too weak from the nausea to get up as he shut the car door, assuming he was joking. Surely, he’d just get a croissant.

He didn’t, in fact, just get a croissant. Keeping his word, Nanami comes back with a box full of pastries. Your eyes widen at the sheer amount in your lap.

“I- I can’t finish this!”

“I’ll help. Anything left over I’ll give it to friends. Please, I don’t want you fainting.”

He noticed you hesitate to grab the fancy one, the tiramisu croissant, so before you go for the plain butter croissant instead, he speaks.

“Go for it. I bought it for you,” he softly encourages. With a sheepish smile you take it, biting into the croissant.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” Nanami says, regretting his lecturing.

“You’re not a kid and you’re free to eat however much and whatever you want. I don’t mean to control you. I have no idea what got over me to act like that. I’m sorry.”

You nod your head, “That’s alright. I know you said it from a good place. I, uh, need to get better at letting you know about these things too.” 

That night, nothing big changed, but Nanami was sure of one thing: He never wants to see you sad and uneasy.

He couldn’t help that your tears made his heart ache. Maybe it was similar to the way he can’t see his juniors hurt? He just knew he didn’t want to see you unhappy. Maybe you were becoming a friend? He doesn’t know.

OldestSon!Nanami and you who still sleep with your backs faced away from each other, but closer. The distance would completely disappear if one of you flipped over. 

OldestSon!Nanami checks on you when waking up at the crack of dawn, he touches your forehead. And then realizes….

Realizes he hasn’t even hugged you, let alone held your hand. The farthest you’ve both gone was this… Him touching your forehead. And right then, he wanted to bang his head on the wall.

But maybe it was for the best? What if you don’t like him? What if you want a divorce soon? What if you liked someone else? Why would she like you? Someone so fucking old-

You groan in your sleep, moving around and facing him. His breath gets caught in his throat as the palm of his hand is now pressed between the bed and your cheek. Your hair strand cover part of your face, and fuck you looked so cute. 

An ache sew itself into Nanami's heart. He felt as though he'd ruined your life. Your love life. He wonders if you given no choice. Because why would you agree to marry him? You could've chosen anyone... But you chose him...

OldestSon!Nanami who went to sleep like that, not daring to move his hand from your cheek. So when you wake up, you wake up confused as to why you accidentally practically pinned Nanami to the edge of the bed (it was only his arm under you).

YoungestDaughter!Reader who wakes up a little excited because she gets to make him a lunchbox for the first time. She really wanted him to try one of her recipes that she made herself. She hesitates, thinking of cooking something common, but listening to her heart, she makes him something she came up with.

OldestSon!Nanami who smiles at the lunch you made him for before he headed to work. He gives you a small smile, thanking you. You smile back, shrugging and playing with the hem of your shirt, as if it was too embarrassing for him to notice it. 

OldestSon!Nanami who also drives you to your office place, making sure you went inside the office before driving to his own.

OldestSon!Nanami who got many compliments and congratulations for his marriage. He even got a couple of sad eyes from some singles. He didn’t know why. Were they sad he got married before them? (No, they were sad it wasn’t them who he got married to. Both those employees flirted with him before, but he never took the hint. Gojo and Geto knew, but they never told him.)

OldestSon!Nanami who didn’t touch the lunch you made for him, forgetting about it when Gojo practically dragged him to eat out because, “Suguru is too busy to eat with me.” 

Not only that, he didn’t even get the time to catch his breath because of how busy it got with him back in the office. When he took a shower after work, you noticed the lunchbox was heavy, opening it to only find it full and untouched. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader’s heart fell to the floor seeing the food not even halfway done. She contemplated asking him, but when he came to the kitchen with a laptop in his hand and a stoic face, her questions answered themselves. Maybe he didn’t get the time.

That day you both did not speak much with each other. Both of you had different jobs and after the week long break, there was much to catch up on for both of you

So the very next day, you make him lunch again. A different recipe with salmon and rice. You even tasted it to make sure it was good, even if you’d prefer it with chicken instead. 

Your routine of waking up together and leaving together continued for a second time. You were dropped off first and then he went about his way.

OldestSon!Nanami whose second day back was hectic, more so than the first. He didn't even get a break, let alone the chance to touch his lunchbox.

YoungestDaughter!Reader’s heart, once again, shattered seeing the lunch full. The note she left inside of “Hope today is good! Take deep breaths^^” discarded all the way at the bottom. Crunched up and discarded.

OldestSon!Nanami and you spent the day in different work rooms. You in yours. Him in his. You slept in the same bed. Close, but once again faced away. Backs towards one another. 

OldestSon!Nanami didn’t say anything when he noticed you didn’t make lunch the next day, thinking you were tired, so he made it himself. You saw him do so, as you grabbed a yogurt and canned coffee. In silence, he dropped you off and went about his way to work. This continued for the week, before he asked. He asked right when you returned from work, surprisingly returning later than usual. Much later. Perhaps two hours late.

“Why did you stop making lunch?” He notices you freeze, trying to gather your thoughts. You had just gotten out of the shower, freshly wet hair and in your baggy mix-matched pajamas.

“Not that you must. You don’t. I’m a grown man. I can make it myself. I was just… I was merely curious,” he adds, hoping to put off the pressure of answering.

“Oh,” you begin, playing with the hem of your sleeve, “I thought you didn’t like it. I didn’t want to force you to eat something you didn’t like.”

“Why’d you think that?” he tilts his head, completely lost.

“You told me one time that you went out to eat and brought back a full container, so I assumed you didn’t want to eat it. But, I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry.” 

“No!” he says, stepping closer to you,“I should’ve clarified. Gojo forcefully took me out to eat. I also… completely forgot you packed me something. So it’s my fault, not yours.”

You look up at him, nodding, a hint of sadness in your eyes “So, you don’t mind eating what I make?”

He frowns, shaking his head and leaning down to you, “Why would I? Is anything wrong?”

You shake your head, as if you wanted to avoid talking about it. Before you can leave, he gently pulls your arm, leaning in close. He tilts his head to connect your face with his, a slight worry in his eyes.

“Hey, talk to me,” he whispers, “I don’t want you silently trapping your thoughts.”

You stall a bit more, before sheepishly chuckling. Shrugging as you answer, “No big deal, really. It’s a small thing that I guess I took too far. You don’t need to worry.” 

You attempt to leave, again, but he doesn’t let you. Stopping you in your tracks with his arm out with stern look, the same one he’d give his younger siblings with his brow raised so they spill whatever secret they had. You, being the youngest in your family, also know that look very well.

“Just… I- Whenever I made food for my family when I was younger, it was alway untouched,” you whisper, your eyes looking down at the floor instead of up at him. His heart aches as the words reach his ears.

You dryly laugh, “It is not even that serious, but I guess it still hurt. I remember making them breakfast one time and no one ate it. Yeah, I was a teenager and maybe it didn’t look good, but… I hoped at least one person would have some.” 

You looked so small, curling into yourself as you seem to be overthinking the memory. 

Your words getting quieter and quieter as you spoke, “It also seemed like they didn’t think I could make good food? I don’t know. It’s not even that serious, really. My older sisters were better at making traditional food anyway. Even when I got better, I always worried no one would like it, so I just wouldn’t make it.” 

He swallows the ball in his throat, feeling his heart crumble. That explains the hesitant stare you’d give him as he ate your food. Whenever you make something, you’d add a small ‘It’s probably not good.’

He noticed, but just assumed you were learning to cook, not that you were embarrassed of your skill. Hell, you were better at many dishes than him. He’d have your food over anything his family made.

He lets out a guilty sigh and hesitantly reaches for your hand, “You’re a good cook, so please try not to demean yourself. I understand this hesitance of yours, but I would never, ever leave your food to rot. I’ll eat everything and anything you make.”

OldestSon!Nanami who silent vows to always eat the lunch you pack him. And as always your cooking was nice. YoungestDaughter!Reader who encourages him to at least decide the menu, so she does not make him something he dislikes. Who tell Nanami that he’s never obligated to eat everything, just as much as he wants.

OldestSon!Nanami and you who have yet to go on a honeymoon or big trip because your works have you two so, so busy. 

A month and a half has passed and the only time you really spend is either sleeping in the same bed or drinking a late warm beverage together. Only on weekends do you ever really spend time, time that you two spent on talking and slowly getting to know each other. Though, Nanami noticed you still tend to avoid getting too deep about things. He wasn't much better with talking about his past either, so he understands.

OldestSon!Nanami, who during one of the weekends, takes you to yet another hang out with his friends and juniors. It was a small get-together a Gojo’s. Everyone, except for those driving, was a tad bit (or really) drunk. Nanami avoided drinking and you did not drink either. You were allergic.

OldestSon!Nanami who kept you in eye distance even when he knew everyone. Who felt so fucking jealous when Gojo and Geto leaned into your space to hear you over the music and loud juniors. Who pretended to “fix” your sleeve, his hand grazing the wedding ring to clean it. Nanami, who makes quick glaring eye contact with Gojo and Geto, before stepping away from you.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who isn’t dumb about what just happened. She can assume what just occurred, but she still has her big doubts. The little touch of her ring, in front of two other good-looking men (who are Nanami’s friends), left her a little speechless, but she brushes it off. Because what if it was just that simple a brush of her rings and no thought to it? 

OldestSon!Nanami who would get you everything and anything you need, even when you always refused to want anything. Never asking. Never relying. Always being okay with anything. Who notices that you always getting something on the cheaper side.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who grew to be on her own and not rely on others. Who has a hard time letting others do anything for her. Who feels overwhelmed every time Nanami takes her out because she really cannot get used to him paying for things. Her solution? Anything cheap. 

OldestSon!Nanami and YoungestDaughter!Reader who try to unknowingly dance around the other, trying to adjust to what the other feels comfortable with. OldestSon!Nanami and YoungestDaughter!Reader who have been sleeping facing each other for a month and a half. You take a glimpse of him before closing your eyes.. And Nanami taking one last look at your peaceful, sleeping face before succumbing to sleep.

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Credits for the characters to Gege Akutami, but this plot and these versions of the character are of my own (maybe OOC sometimes), so please refrain from plagiarizing.

I am currently NOT posting this elsewhere, so if there are works of thse anywhere else, let me know!

Thank you for reading!

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I swear it’s coming very very soon!! Just a couple more days!! I literally couldn’t write today :( I was out and so so busy with #unithings

To Know You | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader!

Update Coming Soon! <3

I’ll be posting Pt.2 soon! Please be patient with me, I’ll try my best to get them out

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To Know You | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader!

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I’ll be posting Pt.2 soon! Please be patient with me, I’ll try my best to get them out

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SUPER LOW QUALITY pics i took of Steb with my phone from my laptop cuz idk how to ss netflix without it turning black🙃🙃

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To Know You Pt.1? | OldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader

MDNI!!! PLEASE!

Note: Okay, this is going to be VERY self-indulgent, but if you enjoy it... Thank you very much. My writing is very rusty because it's been so long since I've written something. I usually just keep all my thoughts hidden in my notebook or document, but I just had to get this out. Oh! This also doesn't follow the original plot a lot, since most of the characters are alive!

Nanami is hinted to be in his mid/late 30s and reader is hinted to be in her twenties.

Warning: Arranged marriage, wedding planning, some angst??, and cursing

OldestSon!Nanami who was independent since he could remember. He helped take care of his siblings when he was younger, helping them with school and anything else. Albeit, he was not as unlucky as others, but he did notice his parents were much softer on his younger siblings than him. He was not only the eldest son, but also the eldest in general.

OldestSon!Nanami who overheard his parents talking amongst themselves, saying he’s the most reliable and rational out of all his siblings. Who felt good when his parents would thank him for doing work around the house and helping them.

OldestSon!Nanami who spent his youth being the best to take over his father’s business, with some rebellion in his blood. He had his fair share of fights with his parents because he was still their child after all.

OldestSon!Nanami who guided his younger siblings and sometimes still does. Who bought his siblings anything they’d ask for, when it’s reasonable. Who’d buy them pastries when they got yelled at. Who do indirect gestures to comfort them. Who’d lecture them when their parents didn’t, especially when it came to secrets kept from their parents.

OldestSon!Nanami who fully moved out at 22 and spent his twenties just… working, saving up money. Clocking in. Clocking out. Now, in his thirties, not married, while his other siblings were all engaged or married. He did feel a little jealous. Just a little.

OldestSon!Nanami, who wanted to get married after falling in love, but life did not go as planned. So there he was, nodding and agreeing to the proposal his parents brought to him. 

But he didn’t expect everything to happen so… quick! He didn’t even know who you were, but his mom seemed to love you. She’d compliment you any chance she got, so he goes along with it.

OldestSon!Nanami, who officially saw you for the first time on the day of the wedding planning, where you requested the wedding be only with family and friends. He was grateful. 

But good lord, if your photos were pretty, then he had to peel his eyes off of you to make sure he didn’t stare. 

OldestSon!Nanami, who wanted to deeply thank whoever chose your outfit that day. Only then to figure out, overhearing you and Gojo talk, that you actually love fashion and dressing up, all the time. 

OldestSon!Nanami, who noticed your jewelry matched his eyes and his heart hummed a little. He must be overthinking it. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who went through so, so many looks to make sure he’d like it. Panicking even on the day of because “What if he hates it?” Your friends raising their brows ready to claw his heart out if he even raised a single issue about it. They’d never seen you act like this. 

YoungestDaughter!Reader who did, in fact, choose the jewelry to match his eyes. Not because you’re in love! But there was something about him… you don’t know what!

OldestSon!Nanami, who wanted to not judge you from your birth position as the youngest of your siblings, but (judging and hearing from others) the youngests are often rude and spoiled. He chuckles knowing his own sibling is like that, minus the rude part. They’re just… blunt.

Still, he made sure you were okay and comfortable during the planning. Nanami just hoped you both wouldn’t clash from your differences

YoungestDaughter!Reader slowly felt her heart flutter just the tiniest bit a his kind gestures, despite being guarded. Bare minimum, but thoughtful nonetheless.

OldestSon!Nanami, who was shocked that your parents wanted you to get married so soon after the proposal, but according to your parents and his, “The clock is ticking.” In a month?! You obliged and he, who had been hesitant at first, also agreed.

OldestSon!Nanami managed to take you out only once before the wedding. For him, no feelings were involved. It was to a fancy restaurant, where he paid for everything and was confused why you took your card out. Who noticed the faint blush on your cheeks when you put your card back. He didn’t comment or ask you about it, thinking you did not want to be asked. You were glad he didn’t.

OldestSon!Nanami stupidly asked you about everything except yourself! Checking if you ate. Checking if planning if going smooth. If your parent(s) and family members are okay. Everything except yourself. He, too, only spoke of everything except himself. Okay, actually maybe you did talk about yourselves, but it was only about your professions… Does that even count?

OldestSon!Nanami who took you for a walk through a beautiful public garden lit up with pretty lights. Who couldn't help but take a photo of you leaning down to take a good look at the flowers. One without you noticing, another when you caught him with his phone up and you gave him a sheepish smile for the photo.

In the three hours you were together, he had intrigued you and you’d intrigued him, but it goes nowhere else. 

OldestSon!Nanami who, by the end of the date, when driving you home apologized. “I may not be the love you're looking for and… I can’t guarantee love will flourish, but I will treat you with nothing but respect and care. If you want to break off the wedding, I would never hold it against you,” he whispered. 

Dropping you off home utterly confused and even a little sad. A mixture of emotions, actually a circus of emotions. Both good and bad.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who couldn’t sleep from the thought of Nanami being unhappy in the marriage. You were close to breaking it off, only to stop when your family looked so happy and sad sitting in the living room, because you’d finally agreed to marry!

OldestSon!Nanami and you both see each other in the wedding venue and he could faint right then and there because of how insanely pretty you look. He could barely handle the heat that rose to his cheek whenever you’d give him that sheepish, awkward smile.

So, so pretty! Too pretty! You knew what fit you.

You, too, bursting for the inside over how good he looked in the color you picked out. 

OldestSon!Nanami who continuously stole glances throughout the night and found himself intrigued by your voice and whenever you spoke.

OldestSon!Nanami, who damn nearly broke off the marriage after hearing about your age from Gojo, who had asked one of the bridesmaids for your age. Gojo then proceeded to make a joke about Nanami being a pervert.

OldestSon!Nanami, who now felt bad marrying you, wanted to apologize if you felt obligated to marry him. Who wondered why his parents would want such an age gap for his marriage. I mean… yes you both are adults but 12 years?!

“Didn’t you know?” Gojo snicked, only to raise a brow when Nanami shook his head.

“I assumed we’d be a few years apart.” Nanami admits his fault.

Gojo laughed. “She even looks her age, you idiot. Did you even ask her?”

OldestSon!Nanami who felt his stomach drop when the realization set in. He never asked you much about yourself. About your job, yes. But not… you. Not because he didn’t want to but your conversations never went there. In the hours you two were alone, which was albeit awkward, the conversation flowed from one topic to another without ever crossing into anything particularly about you or him. 

OldestSon!Nanami felt a burn in his chest when he saw Geto and Gojo talking to you. You gave them a cute smile too. He wanted that.

OldestSon!Nanami put the ring on your finger with the gentlest hands. You felt your heart swell.  He felt your hands return that softness and he almost cracked a smile when your finger brushed over his ring with gentle eyes, as if to comfort him and say, “I don’t regret it.”

OldestSon!Nanami and you were happy the wedding went smoothly. Much more smooth than Nanami thought it would. Nothing was out of place. Everything went as planned, and when things went “wrong” it quickly got resolved.

There were tears, but you surprisingly didn’t cry much at all, like he expected. He thought you’d be more sad to leave with him. After all, you’re only known him only for a month and you now had to leave your family. All your older siblings were all crying, why weren’t you? But he chose not to think too much into it. Maybe you just weren’t a crier. 

OldestSon!Nanami got a pat on the back from all his friends, those who stayed with him since high school. He was the last of them all to get married, after all.

OldestSon!Nanami gave respect to your family, guaranteeing your safety. He thought you’d stall your time with them when hugging, you did for a little while, but not as long as he thought you would.

OldestSon!Nanami who was in the car with you in near silence, other than the humming of the song the driver played. You hadn’t asked him anything, and he didn’t ask you anything until… 

“Why did you marry me?” you calmly asked looking out the window. Your voice was quiet.

He stayed silent, not wanting to say anything that would give you the wrong idea. 

He took a few seconds before responding, “I… My family liked you.  If they chose you, I thought you’d be a good fit.”

“Oh,” you replied, and before he could say anything, you added onto it, “I did too. I didn’t think I’d get married this year, but… here I am.”

He licked his lips, nervous for some reason.

“Did you want a love marriage?” he casually asked, just curious. You still looked off to the side.

You shrug, “I don’t know. Maybe, but also maybe not. I didn’t think I’d get married.”

OldestSon!Nanami who agrees with you. Revealing that he wanted a love marriage, he hoped to fall in love with someone, but was okay with this too. Who reveals that he doesn’t know how this marriage would go, but he’d never hurt you. 

“You’re my wife. I’m your husband. Until the end, I will be,” he says.

OldestSon!Nanami who fails to notice the glossy pricked tears in your eyes and blushed cheeks. Because you, for some reason, foolishly thought there was something between the silent glances from the past month.

OldestSon!Nanami who guides you to the room, letting you know that he’s okay with sleeping in a different room, he’d been preparing another room anyways. Only to be shocked when you refuse.

You tell him that you don’t mind sleeping in the same bed, but you avoid his gaze when you say you just don’t want anything else happening. 

OldestSon!Nanami who helps you prepare to sleep, removing anything you need help with. In comfortable silence, with only a few grunts of his confusion with the riddle of a dress and hairdo, he helps you undress, stepping out of the room after he unzips the back of the dress. 

OldestSon!Nanami who changes in the guest room to avoid making you uncomfortable. Who looked at you for many seconds straight seeing you in your pajamas when you softly told him you were done. Cute… So, so fucking cute. OldestSon!Nanami who wondered what was the black silky thing you hid away in your duffle bag right when you saw it on the bed. Letting it go, assuming you didn’t want him to notice.

OldestSon!Nanami who sleeps next to you that night, both of you turn back to back. Not out of malice or hatred, it’s just both of you being nervous and embarrassed. 

OldestSon!Nanami went to sleep wondering what this new life would be like. Who failed to see the tears that fell from your eyes that night. 

You, who felt so, so nervous and guilty. He wanted to marry someone he loves and now he married you because his mother found out you were single. You, who wanted to apologize for getting in the way of his love story. You, who turned towards him, wondering how you can make this marriage work. Because even if you started to feel some inklings of what seemed to be like? Love? Would he return those feelings?

OldestSon!Nanami who fell later, but fell much, much harder.

Part 2

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I will probably change this up a little bit soon or fix things up, but you get the gist!

This went one MUCH longer, than I thought... Clear credits for the characters to Gege Akutami (obviously), but this plot and these versions of the character are of my own (maybe OOC sometimes), so please refrain from plagiarizing.

Thank you for reading!

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are you a lightweight nanami..?

ac: matchapichai

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