rinnwritess

[rinnwritess]

nanami kento x fem!reader.

chapter one.

the sakura trees had just started to bloom when you arrived at jujutsu tech.

tokyo was still brisk in early spring, the wind occasionally tugging at your uniform as you stepped off the train and made your way to the school for the first time. you held your acceptance letter close to your chest, fingers brushing the neatly-folded paper inside the envelope. it still didn’t feel real—being accepted into the elite jujutsu school, away from home, away from everything familiar.

you hadn’t spoken much on the train ride. you never really spoke much to strangers anyway. but the quiet, in this case, wasn’t lonely. it was peaceful. you liked watching the scenery shift from tall city buildings to the serene woods that surrounded the campus. there was something soothing about the trees, even bare and trembling in the cold.

the school gates stood tall ahead of you, and you took a deep breath.

a new beginning.

you met nanami kento and yu haibara your very first week at jujutsu tech.

yu haibara had found you first.

“hey! you’re new too, right?” he said, beaming, waving from across the training field. his energy was immediate and warm. you barely had time to nod before he ran up beside you, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a wide grin on his face.

“i’m yu haibara! what’s your name?”

you gave it quietly, voice barely above a whisper, but it didn’t deter him.

“that’s a pretty name! hey, you’re in the first year too? then we’re classmates!”

you were overwhelmed by how friendly he was, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was…refreshing.

he introduced you to nanami not long after.

nanami kento stood under the shade of a sakura tree, watching the two of you approach like he had better things to do. he was tall, lean, with serious eyes and a posture that said he already hated being here.

“nanamin! this is our new classmate!” haibara announced, throwing an arm around your shoulder before you could protest.

“…nanamin?” nanami said with a tired sigh. “don’t call me that.”

haibara just laughed. “he’s shy,” he whispered to you, like nanami couldn’t hear him.

nanami’s eyes shifted to you. “you’re quiet.”

you blinked, not sure if it was a statement or judgment. “i guess i am.”

he nodded once. “that’s fine.”

that was the beginning.

the three of you fell into an easy rhythm.

despite his sharp tongue and aloof nature, nanami was never cruel. he was precise. he noticed things. like the way you always hesitated before training with others, or how you preferred observing technique before trying it yourself. he never called attention to it, but when it was his turn to spar, he always made the first move slow—obvious—so you could see it clearly.

haibara was sunshine. he filled every corner with laughter and warmth, like it was impossible to be tense around him. he cracked jokes during cursed energy control exercises and always brought snacks to late-night study sessions. he made it easy to laugh.

with them, you were still quiet. but it didn’t feel like a bad thing. you could laugh. you could smile. and sometimes, when you spoke, they listened.

your cursed technique was nothing flashy. you weren’t born for raw combat. your energy allowed you to create temporary barriers—soft veils that could either protect or heal minor injuries if applied in time. it was subtle, support-based, but it had potential.

nanami respected it immediately.

“support-types are vital,” he said during one of your first practical exercises. “don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

you looked at him in surprise, nodding slowly. no one had said anything yet, but you’d felt the unspoken comparison—how others could summon flames or crush the ground, while you patched people up and shielded them for a few seconds.

haibara nodded too. “yeah! i’d be dead without you already. i walked into like three traps last week.”

you smiled. just a little.

spring bled into summer.

the dorms at jujutsu tech were simple but cozy. you shared a building with the other first-years, which meant hearing haibara’s laugh through the walls late at night, or nanami’s annoyed muttering when he stayed up to study longer than he should.

you found peace in routine. morning training, afternoon lectures, evening cooldowns. the world of jujutsu sorcery was terrifying, but here—between these two—you found a kind of safety.

and slowly, you felt something unfamiliar begin to bloom.

you weren’t sure when it started. maybe it was the way nanami always stood between you and danger during missions. maybe it was how he gave you the best part of his lunch when you forgot yours. or how his quiet voice softened when he said your name.

it was subtle. slow. like the way spring warms the ground.

you didn’t dare name it yet.

but it was there.

growing quietly in your chest.

just like the sakura trees outside, full of color and hope.

gojo satoru arrived like a storm.

you had seen him around before—his tall frame, the ridiculous blindfold, the way he seemed to float through campus like he owned it. but this was your first real interaction, and it came suddenly during a joint training session with upper years.

“hey, hey, hey! are you new?” he said, lowering his blindfold just enough to flash you those brilliant blue eyes. “you’re cute. what’s your name?”

you blinked at him, unsure whether to respond or run. “i—uh—”

haibara stepped in quickly, ever the buffer. “gojo-senpai! this is our classmate. go easy on her.”

but gojo just grinned wider, clearly unfazed. “oh, i’ll be gentle.”

behind him, you noticed suguru geto and ieiri shoko watching with varying degrees of amusement. shoko offered a lazy wave, geto gave a polite nod, and gojo continued to hover like an excited cat.

nanami appeared at your side not long after.

“she doesn’t need your attention,” he said flatly, standing just a little closer than usual.

gojo raised a brow. “aw, nanami-kun. didn’t know you were so protective.”

“i’m not,” he replied. “i’m efficient. and you’re wasting time.”

you didn’t catch the quick glance nanami gave you afterward, or how his fingers flexed slightly at his side like he was holding something back.

later, while walking back to the dorms, nanami surprised you with a question.

“you like satoru?”

you looked at him, startled. “what? no—i mean, he’s… very talkative. but he seems nice.”

nanami nodded once, his expression unreadable. “i see.”

you tilted your head. “why?”

“no reason,” he said.

but his hands were in his pockets, and he didn’t speak the rest of the walk home.

and for once, the silence between you didn’t feel easy.

it felt… complicated.