#I know you like Nanami and I've never made anything of him so I decided to go for him!!!! I hope that's okay!!!

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"The accumulation of those little despairs is what makes a person an adult."

Happy Birthday Adrienne ♡ @tenkoushimura

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Hello! First of all, congrats for your 200 followers ❤️✨. Great job!

Second? I wanna request

8+ 19 in patching up wounds prompt with Nanami ❤️🤭

"Don't go to work today" + "I've got you" + Patching up wounds x Nanami Kento

Words: 3.4k words

Warnings: Some angst, established relationships, mentions of wounds, bruises and stitches, very soft Nanami. If I missed anything, let me know!

A/N: Aaaaaa thank you so much Tarja! It makes me super happy that you decided to request, you know I'm a huuuge fan of your stuff!

This was an entry for my 200 Follower Event, which is still ongoing, so you can request something, if you'd like!

I wrote this in practically one sitting because it was hurting my heart. I knew exactly what to do when I saw the prompts you picked (and I think your choice was quite deliberate as well hahaha!) and I wanted to deliver the best thing ever. It's a bit short, but I just knew if I were to extend myself, we'd end up with a whole novel and I'd get carried away.

Without much further ado, I hope you all enjoy this! I had a blast writing it - I want to hug this man and never let him go! <3

Nanami’s tired sigh signalled his arrival home.

Instinctively, you got up from your spot on the couch and made your way towards him. And the vision before you shocked you to hell and back.

There’s blood all over his clothes; his once white shirt was now tainted a dozen crimson shades, and he was holding onto his stomach as he walked.

You looked at him, at his calm and collected demeanour, at the way his lips pressed into a tight line and his eyes took you in. A sigh of relief left his lips and he all but collapsed on top of you, burying his face on your hair.

“Hey – hey, careful now,” you mumbled, holding onto him tightly but still making sure he wouldn’t fall. “You’re – you’re injured. Kento, what happened?” you asked, looking up and cupping his jaw, looking for any injuries in his face. Thankfully, you find none.

“Occupational hazards,” he muttered against your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It relaxed him. You relaxed him, kept him grounded and sane. As long as he got to come back home to you, he’d be fine – he was sure of it.

“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes. You need to be taken care of.” You dragged him upstairs, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, and preparing a nice bath for him. While he takes off his clothes (assuring you that he wasn’t a baby and that he could get undressed by himself), you go fetch your first aid kid, far too used to the job of patching him up after long, hard missions.

He got inside the bathtub, warm water relieving his sore muscles instantly. He hissed softly when the water reached his stomach, but he said nothing and just sat down, leaning back against the marble tiles, and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to complain, not when he knew you were about to probably do the very same thing and reprimand him. He knew you loved him. You cared about him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, sitting by his side, and gently beginning to wash him.

“It was nothing,” he replied, eyes still closed.

“Yeah,” you scoffed in response, “Because a gash in your stomach is nothing. Why didn’t you ask Shoko to heal you up? I’m not a trained doctor, Kento.”

“It was late. Didn’t want to be out longer than necessary and possibly worry you even more about my location.” He opened his eyes, and you stared into those lovely amber pools that had never once failed to guide you. “Besides, I trust you to do it. You’ve patched me up before. Nothing you can’t do again. And I’ll heal up in no time.”

You sighed.

On one hand, it was sweet of him. Kento knew how much you worried about him, knew the restless nights you spent waiting for him to say something, text, call, just tell you that he was doing fine. It was considerate of him to get home right away.

On the other hand, it was so downright stupid. How could a man as smart as your husband think it was okay to switch the powers of a reverse curse user for your amateurish medical skills? Shoko had years of practice and experience. Your experience was based solely on fixing him up. They weren’t good, and he shouldn’t be relying on them as often as he did.

“I know that look,” he says softly, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. You could see the way he winced and tried to play it off as the water being too warm. Your husband never wanted to look weak in front of you. “I trust you. You’ve healed me up well in the past. This is nothing compared to what you’ve done before.”

You sighed and shook your head, continuing your process.

You cleaned the area around the wound, and once he was all clean, you helped him dry himself off with a towel. After that, you disinfected the wound and applied some healing ointments you knew had done the trick in the past. You covered his stomach with some bandage and gave it a soft kiss after you were done. It was sort of your magical touch – after the first time, Kento swore it was that simple thing that had managed to get him to heal up quickly and begs you to do it every time.

“There,” you said, caressing his jaw. “All done. But I’m not stitching you – last time I did it, it got all infected, and I’m not risking your health. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Shoko, and she’ll take care of this. Alright?”

“Yes Doctor Nanami,” Kento smiled dutifully and leaned over to connect his lips to yours. You could still feel some of the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, and tried to push those thoughts away as you kissed him back.

“And now, off to sleep. Doctor’s orders.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You helped him up and brought him to your bedroom, where he sat down on your bed with a small grunt. You shot him a worried expression, but he just raised his hands as to assure you everything was alright. With your help, he laid down completely, and you were quick to slot yourself in between his arms. He brought you close and kissed your temple.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” you said, yawning right after.

Nanami smiled and kissed your temple once again, muttering sweet words of adoration until you both fell asleep.

The next day, Kento stayed home.

The only time he left, was to go to Jujutsu High, to get checked on by Shoko. You went with him, not wanting him out of your sight – not when he was injured, and the world of curses never slept.

“Everything should be fine now, but you still have to disinfect the wound some more every time you shower,” she said, fetching for the pack of cigarettes on her pocket and lighting one up and turning to you. “You did a pretty good job patching him up. Why the lack of stiches?”

“I didn’t want them to get infected like last time. I figured he’d be better off like this.”

“You still did a good job.” She puffed out some smoke and shrugged. “You’d do a fine job here with me. How about you consider it? I could use an extra set of hands and – “

“With all due respect, Ieiri, I don’t want to get my wife involved in this world.” Nanami cut her off, placing a protective arm around your waist. “It’s bad enough she has to tend to me sometimes, I won’t let her see the gruesome sights I know you have to deal with on a daily basis.”

Shoko shrugged.

“My offer still stands.”

You both thanked her and made your way home, where Nanami offered to cook up your favourite dish as an apology for getting hurt last night. You sat by your kitchen table, happily watching him as he cut and mixed and did a wonderful job at recreating the food you loved so much.

While you two waited, he took you in his arms and spun you gently around the kitchen, swaying to the rhythm of jazz playing in the radio. He hummed in your ear and kissed you gently. It was soft and slow, and the day was yours to enjoy, so you let yourself melt into his touch. Your husband was safe and sound and nothing could reach you two.

It was good. It was great.

In fact, it felt far too good to be true.

And you feared something was coming up to disrupt your peace.

“I was thinking of staying in tonight,” you said against his chest, the soft beating of his heart almost enough to lull you to sleep. Staying in. Yes. Keeping him home. Safe and sound with you.

“And why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, it’s Halloween. I thought we could go out and celebrate it.”

“We don’t have costumes.” Nanami deadpanned.

“I’m sure we’d find something. But now I just want to stay in with you. Maybe order some takeout, watch a scary movie. What do you think?”

Nanami hummed and bent down to kiss you softly once again, swallowing the soft moan you rewarded him with.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

You spent the rest of the day lazing around, curled up on the couch, watching movies or catching up with old shows that had been long forgotten. At some point, you were sure your husband was taking a nap, and you could only smile, glad he was getting some rest.

“I’m going to shower,” you yawned, looking out of the window. Afternoon was turning into night, and you wanted to clean up the laziness off your body.

“I’ll join you.”

“Ha! No, mister, you’re not going anywhere. No funny business until you’re all healed.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Can’t I shower with my wife anymore?” he faked a surprised expression, and you smiled, glad to see your husband allowed himself to be more laidback at home.

“You can, but you would have to keep your hands to yourself, and I know that’s not possible.”

“You offend me, darling. I am familiar with discipline.”

“The hell you are,” you chuckled, standing up and offering him your hand. “But come on. I need to disinfect your wound again.”

He did as you asked, and you found yourselves in the bathroom once again. You were sitting by his side as usual and were carefully tending to his wound when his phone rang.

“Just leave it – that’s Gojo’s ringtone.” He muttered with a sigh – a sigh that conveyed just how frustrated he was with his coworker.

You nodded and went back to working on his wound but were interrupted by the loud noise of his phone once again. You gave your husband a sympathetic look and he sighed once again, nodding. Standing up, you went to retrieve his phone, only to pick the call up while you returned to the bathroom.

“Hello?”

“[Y/N]? Is Nanami in there?” Gojo asked, urgency clear in his voice.

“Wow, hello to you too, Satoru. What do you want Kento for?”

“Just – please, give the phone to him.”

“Is everything okay?” Now you were getting worried. Gojo was never serious, and he sounded far too worried right now.

“Just put him on the phone!”

So, you did. You couldn’t make out just what the conversation was about. Just that Gojo was extremely worried, and he probably wanted Nanami’s help.

“Hm.” You heard your husband mutter. “I see. Shibuya. Mhm. Who else? Kusakabe? Hm.”

You tried to put the pieces together yourself.

There was something happening in Shibuya, and Gojo needed your husband’s help. Other people were going too, and by the list of names Nanami repeated, you could tell it was probably serious – a lot of people were going.

“I’ll be there in 10.” Having said this, he hung up.

“So?” you asked, looking at him.

“Something is happening in Shibuya Station. Gojo needs my help leading a team of sorcerers.”

Your stomach fell.

Of course. It was far too good to be true. The little peace you’d crafted for yourself and Nanami – it wasn’t real. And something did come to disturb it.

Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball next to you, you dabbled it softly all over the wound, trying your best not to apply too much pressure. This whole thing gave you the creeps. You couldn’t tell what it was – wife’s intuition, a 5th sense. All you knew was that you did not your husband to leave the house.

You didn’t want your peace disrupted. You could feel something was about to happen.

“Please don’t,” you whispered, refusing to meet his eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t go, Kento.” You repeated, this time more firmly. “Don’t go to work please, just today” After you were done disinfecting the wound, he stood up and quickly grabbed his clothes. You knew the look in his eyes, the determined look that told you he was entering work mode, he was entering overtime.

He sighed and started walking towards the bedroom, picking the first suit he saw on his closet – the beige one, with the dark blue shirt. You liked that suit. It wasn’t very conventional, he could’ve picked a far more “normal” colour to wear like dark blue or even black – but the tan colour matched nicely with his brown eyes, and the dark blue of his shirt contrasted well with his fair skin.

“Gojo sounded worried. I think this is serious. I’ll be back in no time, you’ll see,” he told you, putting his shirt on and grabbing the holster his blunt sword.

“Please – Kento, you’re injured.” You told him, walking to his side. “You can’t go like this!”

“Shoko healed me up, didn’t she? And so did you. I’ll be fine, I promise.” His voice was as reassuring as always, but all you felt in your stomach was a pit that threatened to swallow you whole.

“Not tonight. I – I have a bad feeling about this, I really do,” you held onto his hand, and forced him to look at you, to see the fear and worry in your eyes. He did, and stopped in his tracks, cupping your face with both his hands.

“I promise you; I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmured.

“You don’t get it – I have a terrible feeling about this mission. Please stay home,” tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you found it hard to speak, anxiety clogging in your throat and making it burn. “Just for tonight. You can’t go tonight.”

“Honey, they need me. They need my help – what if someone is in danger?”

“Surely they can get someone other than you!” you exclaimed, tears now rolling down your cheeks. It broke his heart to see you like this, crying before him. Nanami brushed your tears away and shook his head.

“They can’t. Gojo knows how much I hate overtime. I can tell he’s being serious right now.”

“They have other sorcerers! Gojo can send in other sorcerers! It can’t always be you! Shit – Please! Kento, don’t go tonight. I’m begging you, stay home.”

Nanami looked at you, furrowing his brows ever so slightly. He knew you. Better than he knew himself, he was sure. He knew you cared about him deeply, he knew you worried like crazy. But you’d never stopped him from going on missions. Sure, you’d try to beg for just five more minutes in bed with him, wanting to cherish every second you got to hold him in your arms, and you checked up on him several times a day just to make sure he was doing fine.

But you never stopped him from doing what he had to do.

You understood how much Jujutsu Sorcery meant to him. You understood why he did what he did, and never once got in his way. You knew it was his calling, and you couldn’t stop him. After all, you loved him. And no matter how much you wanted to protect him; you would always let him do what he felt like he had to.

Today was different.

“And you want me to stay home because you… you have a feeling?” he repeated your words back, shaking his head ever so slightly. “[Y/N], you know I can’t. A feeling is not enough. They need my help.”

“They can get someone else’s!” You were crying now. Actually crying and holding onto his hands as if they were your lifeline. To you, they were. “I, I can’t explain it Kento. I just know something terrible is about to happen. And you’re injured, you haven’t healed completely yet, I… I can’t lose you Kento! I can’t – I’m not ready to say goodbye to you. I don’t think I ever will!”

You embraced him tightly, burying your face on his chest and clutching his blue shirt in your fists as you sobbed.

“I just know… I know… I can feel it… I know something awful is going to happen… Please don’t leave me – don’t leave tonight… I love you Kento, I – I can’t lose you…”

Nanami hugged you back as you sobbed, running a gentle hand through your hand in an attempt to comfort you. He pondered his choices.

Gojo sounded desperate. Something big had clearly happened and he was needed. No other sorcerer could rival his technique alone – there was a good reason, after all, he was a Grade 1 Sorcerer. He could go out and help. They probably needed his help more than anything else. And his guidance.

But you… You just looked so frightened, so anxious. Scared that some force more powerful than him would take his soul, his life. He titled your head up with his other hand and took you all in. Your eyes were red from all the crying, your nose was runny, and your lips were puffy and open as you mumbled a string of pleas, all with the same intent. Don’t leave tonight.

He’d never seen you like this.

And he was positive he never wanted to do so ever again.

“Okay,” he whispered.

Your eyes were wide as saucers and your breath quickened.

“Really?”

Nanami hummed in response and kissed you sweetly. You, however, kissed him with all you were feeling. The anxiety and fear of losing him, the desperation to keep him by your side, the undying love you had for him. You poured all these emotions into your kiss, hoping they’d speak louder than the words you couldn’t come up with. You then looked at him and teared up again, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Bread, fireplace, and fresh new books. He smelled like home.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled, still running his hand through your hair. “I’ve got you.”

You stood like that for a while, in his arms while he whispered soothing words in your ear.

After a while, he picked you up and took you to the living room, sitting on the couch and placing you on his lap. You snuggled into him, refusing to let him go. Your hands were all over him, and you tried to get closer to him, as if that were even possible. You were so tangled up; it was hard to tell where he ended, and you began.

Nanami silently took the TV remote and picked a movie you had mentioned wanting to watch for Halloween night. He held you close, covering both of your bodies with a blanket, his hand firmly on your thigh to remind you that he was here.

Gojo needed his help. That was true. And however dramatic he may be, he could be serious when he wanted, and forego his cocky, careless demeanour.

But you needed him. And Nanami had spent far too many nights out in missions, coming home battered black and blue, covered in blood and big purple bruises, worrying you to death. He’d seen how you looked at him earlier – like you truly believed he would be taken away from you. And it broke his heart.

Gojo could manage on his own. He’d done it before. Nanami had sacrificed far too many hours for Jujutsu Sorcery. Surely, he’d done enough to warrant a night off, to spend with the love of his life. Right?

“Thank you,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, trying not to cry again.

“I love you. And I don’t want to worry you.” Was his ushered reply as he placed soft kisses on the side of your head. He felt you smile into his skin, and the gesture was enough to make him melt in your embrace.

Yeah.

He’d surely done enough to earn a night with you.

Gojo could manage.

For now, all he wanted was to curl up with his wife on the couch, and comfort her until she no longer cried, watch a movie or two, chuckle when she got scared and hid in his chest.

Yeah.

He’d earned it.

Because nothing could ever matter more than you.

A/N: And that's it!!! I hope I managed to give all Nanami fans some solance - in my head, this is how it went down. Nanami stayed home with us, and later he retired and we moved to Malaysia. All is well.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I certainly did - I love writing for Nanami. He's such an interesting character!

Have a wonderful day (and weekend) ahead, everyone! <3

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Sinfully Planned

NanamixReader

Warning: Smut, Vouyerism, hairpulling, eating out woman, oral, cumming inside, more dominate Nanami, cheating too

I hope you all like this one! I know I've been gone for awhile. I'd hope to come back soon but I can't promise anything. Hope you have a good day and happy reading!

I almost never forget anything. I never lose my car keys or my purse. Except for one time. It so happened that I left my keys at Nanami’s apartment. I’d gotten all the way to mine before I even realized my mistake. A simple text was sent, and I made my way back. I told him to keep the door open for me so I can slip in and out. I thought I knew where I had left them. It was on the table by the couch. The couch where I slept last night due to a fight with my boyfriend. I was expecting them to be there. 

I, however, did not expect to hear something from the bedroom: a call of my name. It was small and almost non-existent. I needed to know why he’d called me though. If it was a fluke, I’d just leave. 

A quick peek through the door frame was enough to quench my thirst for knowledge of what was happening inside. I could feel my heart jump to my throat while watching. My eyes were transfixed on Nanami’s hand holding an already dripping dick. He thrusted his hand up and down to accentuate each muscle in his arm. The other gripping the covers as if trying to get a hold on this pleasure. 

The intimate moment felt even more hot because of how vile it was to keep watching. Although, I couldn’t take a moment away from the beauty in front of me. Nanami’s body was sculpted from years of putting in extra work into his craft. It was sinful, yet beautiful. His abs flexed with the pulse of his hand. Nanami kept a close rhythm as if he was already chasing this high. Sweat littered his forehead while he was biting his lip. Sinful grunts escaped beyond his control. It was the original reason I came to his door. 

I could feel myself holding my own breath as if I did anything would cause this beauty to stop, and the show would end. I should stop watching. I should go back and  pretend I didn’t see anything. All of these “shoulds” may even stop me from doing anything. My mind raced before deciding to take a single step back. One step and I’d be free to pretend my crush never existed. That was until the creek from the floorboards gave away my position. 

I cursed the wooden floorboards we had installed years ago. Maybe he didn’t hear. Maybe I can talk my way out of it. All the maybes in the world wouldn’t prepare me for Nanami standing at the door frame in only a towel. “What are you doing?”

 “Nothing,” I stumbled out while trying to walk away. “I was coming to tell you about where we’d be having dinner tonight.” I was making eye contact but slipped to the towel that barely held up against his waist. It was a simple mistake but it made me feel vulnerable. His gaze was glaring and almost predatory. 

“Do you really think I’d buy that excuse?” Nanami says while stretching to drape an arm on the frame. Sweat still gleaned from his brow and chest. His hair was mildly wet with the same sweat. 

I hadn’t realized how much he towered over me. “No,” I muttered. His build was glorious. A god who found his way on earth. His eyes full of a mystery that he refused to tell anyone else. I couldn’t tell who leaned in first. However, our lips met in a passionate frenzy. It was an angry frenzy of passion. 

Nanami lips felt like sweet syrup. They were a bit chapped but easily fixed with some shared saliva. He pressed my body against his so I could feel every bit of him. The towel slipped so easily off. Same with my shirt. His lust mirrored my own as we broke for a second of time. Nanami’s hand reached around and popped off my bra before dragging me to bed. 

“Fuck,” I mutter as the bed squeaked under my weight. He cut off my curse with another chaste kiss. Each one left me breathless. Nanami’s size was massive over me. I meant that in both possible ways. 

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do to you,” he grunts while tugging at my pants. A quick pull, and they fall off with the rest of my clothes that are all lost to the void. His exclamation made my legs cross in excitement for them to be caught by his thigh. “Don’t close them already. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Nanami’s voice felt commanding yet kind. He cared but steadied himself. A finger ran down my pussy. While gathering the juice, he put it to his lips like a drink. He was tasting before his meal. “Already so wet for me, sweetheart?” 

A blush crossed my face and before I could respond, Nanami dipped his head to lick my clit. A simple swipe but enough to create friction all over. He found his peace making me squirm and moan for him. My hands dug into the perfectly placed hair on his head as I pulled him closer. I wanted every bit of myself to be covering his face. 

It took a bit but he finally found what would drive me over the wall soon enough. His tongue lapped up like a starved man. He was worshiping me. He worshiped each second of eating me out. 

I made sure to praise his efforts as he slowly built me up. Finally, I felt the rubber band snap. Nanami took this joy to watch his handwork. He used his thumb to keep my orgasm rolling through my body. His eyes desperately carve his name into my skin. Once I gain composure, I look up to see he is pumping his cock once again. 

“Was that good sweetheart?” he asks. 

I nod my head still trying to catch my breath. My chest was rising and falling at the same rate as he was jerking himself off. My eyes catch a glimpse of my keys. They were sitting on the nightstand. 

“Did you plan this?” I was confused. Nanami took this to turn me around with my ass in the air. I didn’t get an answer to my question, only his dick pushed against my entrance as if asking if he could. How could I deny a simple request? “Who cares. I want you to fuck me.”

“How can I not oblige?” he grunts before pushing into me. Nanami fills me to the brim. “Fuck,” he grunts while bottoming out. My head buries into the mattress. Possessiveness took over his body. He grips my hair and pulls it back. It was an aggressive but commanding tug. 

“Why do you think I left my room door open too?” he growled while forcing him to look at me. His eyes full of lust as he used me as a counterbalance for his thrusts. Our lips crashed aggressively. For as calculated as he seemed to pace himself, his lips betray him. They were moist and hurried to capture any chaste kiss given. My body leaned deeply into his while feeling a beautiful pain. His hand tugged harder into my hair while the other was leaving indents in my skin. 

His pace was demanding. Filling me up with each thrust. It demanded attention beyond what I was used to giving. It caused me to groan against Nanami’s lips. “Fuck Nanami.” My voice felt small.  He took this as a challenge to make me groan louder. His pace slowed enough to get the burn but not enough to feel the high. I repeated my praise to him.

“You’ll have to be louder than that.” His hand dug into my hair where I let out a cry of pleasure. 

“Fuck, Nanami,” I groaned louder. A resounding smack reverberated around the room. I repeated the curse only to be rewarded with another slap on my ass; however, he let go of my hair. My face fell into the mattress as if it had always been its resting place. One more praise of his name which felt more like I scream made his pace finally speed up. His unaccompanied hand went in between my legs to find my clit. His coarse fingers paced the rhythm. The pace was all too much. It was building to the end. I, also, could feel Nanami’s pace suffer as he was getting closer to his edge. 

“Where?” he grunted.

“Huh?” I asked. To be honest, I wasn’t thinking straight. My eyes were closed while feeling the pace. 

“Where do you want me to paint you?” His voice was becoming more off kilter as if he was trying to race his own high. I was so close. Almost too close. My hands gripped the bedsheets like Nanami did only minutes before. I was focusing on my own high to talk. Drool fell from my mouth as I tried to say words. Finally, I felt the all consuming nature of my orgasm again. Nanami took this to mean inside. His orgasm was hot as he pumped a few loads into me. He groaned my name before finally collapsing to the side. 

The room was filled with the sound of our breath catching up with us. The bedsheets were soiled and in desperate need of a wash. I catch a glimpse of the keys once more. 

“So you did plan this?”

“I wouldn’t say planned. More like it happened.”

Suddenly, a phone’s ringer went off. I knew it was mine, and I knew how deep shit I was in. It was the only person who would put such an obnoxious ringtone on my phone: my boyfriend, Gojo.

[uncsukuna]

boyfriend! yuuta hcs for valentine's day!

happy (early) valentine's day y'all! if ur single, buy urself some chocolate<3 anyway, i hope y'all like this. the ending is rushed... whoops. pls enjoy & here is a song i think fits yuuta :3

boyfriend! yuuta who asks you to be his valentine on the first of feb with a handmade card. he even gives you a little bag of heart-shaped candy.

boyfriend! yuuta whose face flushes when you smile so sweetly at him and agree to be his valentine. he's pretty sure his heart stopped for a good three beats.

boyfriend! yuuta who spends the next thirteen days trying to come up with the perfect gift. of course, he knows you like the back of his hand, so finding a gift shouldn't be difficult. and, well, it isn't. but yuuta wants you to have the perfect gift.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys all of the typical gifts: chocolates, a cuddly teddy bear with a heart, a heart-shaped balloon, and roses.

boyfriend! yuuta who, ever the dutiful lover, asks maki and nobara for advice. both say a hard no to the roses.

"they're so stereotypical. makes it seem like you don't really care, y'know?"

they're tempted to say no to all of his other options, finding them a bit... corny, but the crestfallen look on yuuta's face when they boo the flowers kills any thoughts of disapproving his other options. plus, knowing you, you're bound to like it.

boyfriend! yuuta who takes maki's and nobara's advice to heart. he never wants to neglect you or make you feel unwanted.

boyfriend! yuuta who does his research on the different types of flowers and their meanings. he jots down some on a sticky note, but the second he comes across the forget-me-nots, his decision is made.

boyfriend! yuuta who scrolls through forums and social media posts to find an idea of what the perfect gift for you should be.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys you this necklace. he thinks it's beautiful, and it's not as forward as a promise ring.

boyfriend! yuuta who perfectly wraps and bags your gifts. he wraps the heart-shaped box of chocolates, places the teddy bear into a gift bag with red and pink tissue paper, and ties the box holding your necklace with a red ribbon.

boyfriend! yuuta who makes sure the bouquet of forget-me-nots are fresh and cut.

boyfriend! yuuta who can't stop bouncing his leg while waiting for you to show up. the waitress has asked him if he needed anything about three times.

boyfriend! yuuta who smiles nervously when you enter the cafe and take a seat at the somewhat secluded table.

boyfriend! yuuta who tries his best to ignore the knots in his stomach as he places his gifts on the table. there's already an apology ready on his tongue if you don't like any of the gifts or if you're allergic to chocolate, despite yuuta asking you numerous times beforehand and seeing you eat chocolate before.

boyfriend! yuuta whose anxiety instantly disappears once he sees that beautiful smile bloom on your face and the grateful twinkle in your eyes.

boyfriend! yuuta who decides right then and there that he'd do anything to continue seeing that big, bright smile.

note: sorry i haven't posted... writing has been difficult lately + skewl has been ass SOO yeah! sorry y'all :( umm i have sumn for bff! sukuna but idk if anyone would actually like it? like i don't wanna ruin the og post by posting some sequel (prequel?) that nobody gaf abt. also try for 400+ notes on that post omg!!! also also i swear i haven't forgotten abt daycare attendant! nanami i just have no ideas n the ones i do have are rotting in drafts... anyway i've rambled long enough ENJOY UR DAYYYY GUYS <333

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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missed you

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ʚ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader ɞ

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❥ Summary: You've gained weight and are feeling insecure, and Nanami understands. He gives you your space, but after a rough day at work and being rejected once again, he decides to confront you.

❥ Word Count: 3.7k

❥ CW: fem reader, reader gains weight and is insecure about it, slight angst, reader talks through their feelings, mentions of stretch marks, smut, breast play, oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, nicknames (darling, dear, love, girl, dearest, princess)

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Nanami was a patient man—understanding, empathetic, kind—at least he thought he was. He hadn't been told any differently. Of course, strangers thought he was cold, but they didn't really know him—not like you, his girlfriend. You knew who he really was, that he would do anything for you, push aside all feelings just to make sure you were satisfied. He'd walk over hot coals just to get you to smile, so it was safe to say he would do anything to ensure your happiness.

But all men have their limits.

Nanami knew you were having a rough time the minute you pulled out the bathroom scale. He kept his mouth shut at first, quietly observing you as you weighed yourself in the mornings, frowning when he saw your shoulders slump. He didn't say anything when you pulled out your baggier clothes: he convinced himself that you were just getting colder due to the winter air and wanted to stay warm in the sweatshirts and pants that were almost three sizes too big. He didn't even fuss when you first cowered away from his advances. He pulled back as any respectful boyfriend should and gave you your space.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, unintentionally pouting in that adorable way that always seemed to rile him up. "I just… I've been gaining weight… and I'm just not comfortable with you seeing me yet. I'm really sorry."

"Don't be," he said. "Your comfort is more important than my physical desires. Take all the time you need; I'll always be here for you."

He meant that when he said it, honestly he did, but days had turned into weeks which turned into a month of not touching you the way he wanted. He was ever the gentleman during that time, removing his touch when you pulled away and asking for permission to put his hands on you. He couldn't lie, it was exhausting at times, but your feelings were a priority of his and a big one at that.

But Nanami admits: he, too, can be a slave to his primal desires. He was doing his best to respect you and your space, but he found his gaze lingering on the bathroom door when you were showering, temptation bubbling up inside him. All he could think about was your heated soapy body standing under the stream of water coming from the showerhead, steam clouding the room and hiding all your delicious features. He wanted to burst into the bathroom and join you, turn down the temperature of the water just a bit so he could wrap his arms around you, grind his hardening cock into your plump ass and slip his hand down to your—

He was torturing himself by thinking about you all day, but what else could he do? He was having such an awful time at work and all he wanted to do was improve his day somewhat by fucking you the way he'd been imagining for the last several hours.

Maybe you'd be more receptive tonight. Maybe he could push himself into your back and sandwich you between him and the kitchen counter. Maybe he could lift you up onto the granite and eat your beautiful cunt until he had his fill. Just the thought of doing all that made him salivate, his cock thrumming in his slacks on the train ride back from work. He was traveling late, forced to work overtime despite his protests.

Curses never clock out, he thought bitterly, biting into the sandwich he was able to purchase before getting on the train. He couldn't even savor his unplanned dinner because all he could think about was you, his mind clouded with thoughts of your nude body, skin searing hot due to all the attention he was giving you. He could practically hear your cries, sweet pleas for him to slow down, to give you a break of some sort. He could practically taste your spit on his tongue, saliva stringed between the two of you every time you kissed, only breaking away to moan his name, glassy eyes begging him to make you cum, to give you that white hot pleasure you oh so desperately craved.

He needed you, as soon as possible.

He elected to go up the stairs instead of the elevator, taking two at a time, reaching your floor much faster. He fumbled with his keys, struggling to unlock the door, practically shaking when he managed to get the key in its slot. The kitchen light was on when he entered, but you were nowhere in sight, neither in the kitchen nor the living room.

"Darling?" he called out, panicking slightly when he heard no response. He toed off his shoes and rushed to the bedroom, sighing when he saw you curled up in bed, your face smushed into your pillow, your phone beside you. He took a slow breath, peeling off his jacket as he moved to the bed, sitting beside you. He admired your features for a moment, reaching out a hand to stroke your soft cheek, smiling to himself. You stirred, peeking through your lashes as him.

"Ken?" you mumbled oh so cutely, reaching up to rub at your eyes. "Wha time izzit?"

"After nine," he whispered in reply, running his thumb over your cheek. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." You grunted.

"'s okay. You hungry?"

"No, love. I picked something up and ate on the way here." You grunted again, causing him to smile. "How was your day, dear?"

"Mmm… it was fine. Didn't do much. Whatta bout you?"

"Today was busy," he sighed, loosening his tie with his free hand, eyes flicking over your face. "I missed you… a lot." You cooed, untucking one of your hands to reach for his face, cupping his cheek.

"Missed you too, bubby. Lots and lots."

Nanami smiled, turning his head to kiss at your palm. He watched for your reaction, waiting to see if you'd pull away. When you didn't, he kissed you again, moving to the inside of your wrist. He moved down slowly, like a predator sneaking up on its prey. You didn't seem to realize his intentions until he pulled back the sheets to kiss your inner elbow.

"What're you doing?"

"Nothing, dear," he lied, slipping the sheets down further, feeling his body burn when he saw you wearing one of his old oversized shirts.

"Well, it doesn't look like nothing," you huffed, letting him lean down and kiss across your cheek. You allowed him to nose his way between your shoulder and ear, breath hitching when his lips met your neck. You were tense under his touch, but his soft kisses caused you to loosen up. "Ken… that  t-tickles…"

"I've missed you, darling, so, so much." He poked out his tongue, running it along the underside of your jaw, his cock twitching when you gasped.

"W-Wait, Ken, I'm t-tired—"

"Don't worry, darling. I'll do all the work: you just lay back and relax for me, yes?" You stuttered, squeaking when his hand moved down to palm at your waist.

"But… I just… I mean, i-it's so late and you must be tired and…"

He sighed, begrudgingly pulling away to look down at you.

"What's wrong, Y/N? I know something isn't right, so please tell me what it is so I can try to make it better."

He already had an idea of what was wrong, but he wanted to hear you say it. He needed you to admit your true feelings instead of hiding and constantly cowering away from him.

"I…" You looked away, chewing at your lip nervously. "I—look, I promise it's not you—"

"I know it's not me, darling," Nanami spoke softly, brushing a stray hair out of your face, "but there's still something upsetting you, and I want to know what it is so I can help."

You twisted your mouth, opening it just to shut it again. Nanami waited, trying once again to be patient for you.

"I… I've gained weight recently, and…"

"I know, dear," he interrupted your pause, "but that doesn't matter to me. I don't care if you gain weight."

"But I do care!" you huffed, curling into yourself. "I don't want to keep getting bigger and bigger. I already get insecure about my size—I don't want to feel worse about myself by getting even bigger—"

"Stop," he whispered, putting his large hand over yours. "Please don't feel that way. It breaks my heart to hear you talk about yourself like that." You paused before you sighed, letting him link his fingers with yours and squeeze your hand.

"I… I don't hate myself… my self confidence is the highest it's ever been… but I still have these moments where I don't think I'm… good enough for you." You tried to ignore his pained expression and continued. "Sometimes I think you deserve someone better: someone prettier, skinner, smarter, funnier. I feel like I'm lacking in a lot of things and I hate it. I want to stand by your side and feel like I deserve to be there. Of course I don't feel this way all the time, but when I get in this headspace, it feels like I can't get out. I feel stuck and hopeless."

You started rubbing your thumbs over the back of his hand, soothing yourself in the silence between your confessions.

"And I feel so silly about the whole thing because I know these things I'm thinking aren't true. I know I'm good enough for you. I know that you love me as I am because if you didn't, we wouldn't be together. I know that you find me attractive and sexy because you try to have sex with me. You desire me, I know all this, I do. I just… I get insecure and I don't always think clearly and see the truth… Does that make sense?"

"Yes," he nodded, letting your hands go to cup your face, holding you tenderly. "It makes perfect sense. Thank you for being honest with me and telling me how you feel. I'm grateful for your honesty.

"You're not mad at me?" you asked, pouting cutely, making his heart skip a beat.

"Of course not, love. I'll never be mad at you for telling me how you feel." He leaned forward, kissing your forehead, then both your cheeks and the tip of your nose to make you giggle. He wiped away the start of a tear, smiling down at you. "Don't cry, sweet girl. I hate to see you upset."

"Sorry," you mumbled, wiping your eyes with the hem of your shirt.

"Don't apologize, dear. I'm just glad you told me."

Silence fell over the two of you, warm and comfortable. Your hands instinctively found each other, his large warm ones engulfing yours. Nanami cleared his throat, squeezing your hand.

"Well, now that we've cleared the air and you've shared how you feel…" His hands moved up your arms, rubbing his thumbs into your skin. "Maybe you could let me show you how attractive I find you, weight gain and all."

You tensed slightly under his touch, laughing nervously.

"I… I don't know… Just because I'm honest about my feelings doesn't mean I'm ready for you to see me yet…"

"Oh, really?" he asked, his tone bordering on playful. "So, you're not ready for me to see you, but surely you must be ready for me to touch you, yes?"

"I—ah!" You gasped, hands grabbing Nanami's wrists. His own hands had found your breasts, fondling them through your nightshirt. You bit your lip, trying to stifle your moan but failing.

"Is touching okay, then? Is this alright?" His voice still oozed seduction, but you could hear a hint of uncertainty. He was genuinely asking for permission, eager to have you, but only if you wanted it too.

"I… I guess touching is o-okay," you mumbled shyly, still on the fence about showing yourself to him, but also enjoying his firm touch immensely. Nanami visibly relaxed, lips curling into a soft smile.

"That's my girl." With that, he gave your breasts a generous squeeze, catching your lips with his right as you gasped. You moaned softly into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around your own. It had been quite a while since you let Nanami properly touch you, and you just now realized how much you truly craved it all this time. You sighed dreamily, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. He grunted in surprise but kissed you gladly, grateful that you were returning his affections with just as much passion as he gave. The two of you broke the kiss just to breathe, a string of spit keeping the two of you connected.

"Well, looks like somebody is needier than they were letting on."

"Oh, shush," you pouted, gasping when his fingers began circling your nipples. "It's your fault for—oh—t-turning me on." He chuckled softly, rubbing his nose against yours.

"My apologies, dearest." His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath and crawling up your skin. "I promise to take full responsibility for putting you in this position."

"Jeez, if you say things like that, I may cum."

"Oh, don't worry, dear," he continued, sighing with relief once his strong hands found your soft breasts. "You'll be cumming many times tonight if I have any say in it."

You squealed giddily, covering your burning cheeks with your hands.

"Ken! You're so bold today. What happened to my sweet, stoic boyfriend?" He gave a sheepish grin and shrugged, preoccupied with mapping out the fat of your breasts.

"I can't help it. I haven't had you in so long; I thought I was going to go mad." Your nipples pebbled under his touch, making you keen. You almost missed the twinge of guilt in the back of your throat due to his ministrations.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled sincerely, letting him slowly lift up your shirt despite your urge to hide.

"I know you are, princess." The nickname made you shiver, but you weren't entirely sure if it was due to the name or the cool air hitting your skin. His hands were warm and solid, pushing your breasts together before letting them fall in opposite directions. "I guess you'll just have to make it up to me, huh?"

"H-How so?" you stuttered, legs clenching together in anticipation.

"Well, to start," he leaned down, breath fanning your chest, "you'll let me taste you."

He paused momentarily, giving you the chance to reject his advances. He waited a beat, and, when you made no move to stop him, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning into your skin as he began to suck. You whined, shielding your eyes with your forearm. Normally, he wouldn't let you do that—he wanted you to watch him as he pleasured you—but he knew you were already in a sensitive position and wanted to make things easier for you.

Your nipple hardened in his mouth, giving him ample opportunity to suck it. He groaned at the salty taste of your skin, the faint, far off taste of lotion or perfume stinging his tongue. He ignored the bitterness, focusing on the taste of your sweat, the tanginess of your body in its natural state. He released your nipple, quickly moving to the other and latching onto it, coating it in spit.

"Wow," you breathed, peeking at him from under your forearm. "Guess you've really missed me, huh?" He tugged your nipple along with him as he pulled away, letting it go with a lewd pop!, causing your breast to jiggle back into place.

"You have no idea," he sighed, palming at your breasts again, kissing down your sternum to your stomach.

He paused, making you tense anxiously, suddenly worried once again that he may not like what he sees. His finger traced your skin, finding a divot that he was unfamiliar with.

"You have a new stretch mark," he mumbled mostly to himself, staring down at the newest addition of skin gracing your body.

"I told you," you almost scolded, "I've gained weight."

He hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down and running his tongue along the new stretch mark, melting his way into kissing it passionately. Your breath hitched at the sight, voice catching in your throat when he grabbed your waist and dug his fingers into your skin, as if grounding himself.

"God… I love you so much."

Without another word, he continued his way down, kissing over your stomach. Quick hands tugged down your sleep shorts, leaving you bare from the waist down. He continued his quest over your hips and mound, pressing chaste kisses onto your thighs before spreading them.

"Oh…" he sighed, lowering his head and taking a deep breath. "Oh, you smell so good."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Nanami."

"Maybe not," he pondered, "but perhaps my tongue alone could do the trick."

Your entire body shuddered when he dragged his tongue over your folds, getting a hint of your arousal before he focused his attention on your clit. You swooned, moaning loudly, back arching off the bed from the slightest flick of his tongue.

"O-Oh! Ken, oh, Ken!" you gasped, hips bucking up into him, forcing him to hold you down.

"Keep still, dear," he mumbled between licks. "I can't properly taste you if you keep moving." He licked down to your entrance, his fitted glasses being pushed off the bridge of his nose. You removed his glasses once they ran up his forehead, setting them down on the nightstand, hearing a muffled 'thank you' from between your legs.

He kept you there for a good while, lapping at your cunt languidly, moaning as he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth. It felt like his batteries had been drained for so long and he was finally rechanging them by lying between your legs like this.

"K-Ken, Ken, Ken!" His name fell from your lips like a soft and enchanting hymn as you fell over your first peak, making his cock throb in his slacks. Oh, how he wished he could fuck your pretty cunt and taste you at the same time. He'd do anything to have his cock and his tongue inside you at the same time. He might've had a dream like that once, where there were two of you and he begged to have one ride his face while the other bounced on his cock. But this was the real world, and there was only one perfect angel like you, so he would have to make do. He gave your clit one last needy suck before breaking away, determining that your climax made you wet enough to take him now.

"I've missed this," he huffed, raising himself to his hands and knees. He sat back on his haunches, unbuckling his belt, releasing his member a moment later with a quiet hiss. His dick was flushed red and throbbing, hard and eager to press inside you. Luckily, you were just as eager to have him inside you.

"Me too," you whined, beckoning him closer, pulling at his untucked shirt and loose tie. "Missed you so much, Ken."

"Don't hide from me anymore," he practically begged, running his cock through your folds. "Not touching you was torture. I can't bear to be away from you for so long."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for pushing you away," you babbled, pushing his dick down to your entrance, gasping when he started pushing into you. "Missed you, missed your cock so much—oh! Oh, I-I think I'm gonna cum again."

"Good, because I don't think I'll be able to last long." Hearing him admit that made you keen, your hand finding your cunt, fingers quickly rubbing your clit. Nanami clicked his tongue, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, his thumb rubbing your clit rapidly. You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Your tongues slipped around each other, licking and sucking at each other's mouths as he began thrusting into you. His thrusts were shallow but hard, hitting the end of your vagina over and over, massaging that sweet spot deep inside your cunt. He milked that spot continuously, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once again, making you thrash beneath him, impatient for that white hot pleasure you were aching for. Kento wasn't faring much better, on the cusp of his climax but determined to make you cum first despite his desperation to fill you up.

Finally, after feeling like he was going to collapse from edging himself, you came around his cock, pushing him over the edge with you. He came hard, struggling not to fall on top of you, the arm holding him up shaking as he released strings of cum inside you. You held onto him the whole time, rocking your hips to coax the last sparks of your orgasms out of your system, clawing at his ass as he finished.

When the two of you were finally spent, you stilled your movements, relaxing in each other's hold. You began to slump against each other, Kento slowly putting his weight on top of you, you wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him ever closer and holding him there.

"God…" he heaved. "That was… incredible."

"Mmm… yeah." You took a deep breath, nuzzling into his neck. "Love you, Ken."

"I love you, too, Y/N," he mumbled, burying his face into your hair. You stayed there a few minutes longer, bodies cooling due to your sweat, limbs growing sore from their unusual positions.

"I know we should get cleaned and changed," you spoke up, "but I really don't want to get up."

"I feel the same, but we must," he replied, grunting softly as he began to pull out. You whined unhappily, pouting at him for leaving you empty. Kento merely smiled and kissed your forehead. "Come on, my darling. I'll make you a late night snack after we clean up. Maybe we could go for another round after."

Well. You certainly couldn't argue with that.

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[linkspooky]

hello♥ I loved your and psycho's recent analysis posts about gojo after 236 because they made me realize I've kinda misunderstood him as a character for awhile. one thing I was wondering : how would you explain gojo's line about "nobody will have to be alone again" in the context of gojo consciously choosing to put a degree of separation between himself and others? and if he only fights for himself, why does he care about saving the youth of kids or raising the next gen of sorcs?

The answer to this question, like most questions with Gojo is "it's complicated."

Gojo himself says that he chose to draw a line between himself and others as living beings, and even if they loved him he never expected them to understand him. Yet, when talking with Shoko he says that he's doing all this so no one will ever be left alone again. If Gojo was the one who decided to separate himself from others then why phrase it like he was the one being left in the dust?

In this scene he's likely referring to Geto as the one who was "left alone" rather than himself. We know almost nothing about Gojo's childhood except for the three years of his youth in high school, because in story those are the only backstory details that matter to his present motivation. We're shown his high school days because his present motivation as an adult is all about what happened to him in his youth, that's what shaped him the most as a character. That's also what informs the audience about his character.

If Gojo's own springtime of youth had not been ruined, it's likely Gojo would never have worried about students or gone into teaching, if only because Gojo is not like Geto. He doesn't worry about ideology or right and wrong the way that Geto does. The purpose of Nanami's statement saying that Gojo only ever wielded Jujutsu for himself not to protect anything else, is to point out the fact Gojo enjoys being a sorcerer. It's the hardest job on earth for everyone else, but because Gojo is so untoucahbly strong for him it's a chance to flex his ability at the thing he's best at. Gojo enjoys being a sorcerer, and besides being dragged down by the burden of protecting weak people he likely would never have noticed what was wrong with society as a whole had it not impacted him and Geto.

As for his statement about never leaving anyone else alone, it's likely Gojo's attempt to try to understand what went wrong with Geto and the reasons for why Geto defected. Gojo doesn't worry about ideals after all so he can understand there is something wrong with the sorcery world, but not why Geto would risk his life for a completely impossible ideal. He just knows that something went wrong with Geto and in a year of Geto spiraling he didn't notice until it was too late.

Gojo's understanding of the situation is likely that the reason he wasn't able to notice what went wrong with his best friend was because of the sudden power difference between them. Geto even lambasts him for this, calling him arrogant for calling killing humans impossible when it's something that someone at Gojo's power level could currently do. Gojo therefore accidentally calling attention to the fact that him and Geto are on different levels now by pointing out that Gojo isn't strong enough to carry out his ideal of a world of only sorcerers.

Gojo seems to think where his friendship went wrong with Geto was when Gojo became so powerful that Geto could no longer keep up with him anymore. In general because Gojo has always been so powerful that being a sorcerer doesn't wear down on him like it does other people, he probably thinks something along the lines of if Geto had siply been stronger in the past then Geto never would have been worn down and snapped as hard as he did. It's Gojo misunderstanding a relationship built on empathy and understanding because he sees everything through the lens of being a sorcerer. At some point Geto stopped being someone constantly around him and started being alone, and Gojo's trying to rationalize why that happened through the way he sees the world.

I think Gojo cares about the youth for multiple reasons, number one he genuinely does believe in his ideal of protecting children because the three years of his schooldays were the only time he felt like a human being. Number two, a more pragmatic execution of his desire to change the world of sorcery. It's easier for him to start from the bottom up by changing the next generation. If he just slaughters everyone on top he'll be viewed as a tyrant and they might even team up against him and fight back against him. It's easier for Gojo who wants to exist in the world of sorcery, to try to work from inside. Youths are also easier to make as his political allies because (this is Gojo being really pragmatic here) they're more impressionable.

The last part is where he projects both himself and his failures in his youth onto the next generation, and is trying to correct those things. He had a year to seek out Megumi after hearing Toji's dying request and only did so after Geto's defection. Gege's word of god confirms he only took an interest in Megumi because he was a strong student with potential, but I believe he saw a lot of Geto in Megumi.

Before this Gojo says "but... it looks like me being strong isn't enough, I can only save those who are prepared to be saved." Gojo likely intervened earlier with Megumi, because he thought there was nothing he could do for Geto who had already reached what Gojo dubbed beyond a point of no return. However, he could still help someone who was in Megumi's stage who wouldn't refuse any help like Geto did.

However, Gojo's way of helping Megumi is misguided formed by Gojo's own misunderstanding. He tells Megumi to get strong otherwise he'll be left behind, because he believes part of the problem with Geto is that he simply wasn't strong enough to keep up with Gojo.

It's Gojo's central misunderstanding, he wants to have equals but he doesn't want to have to stoop down to other people's level or get off his pedestal so instead he seeks to bring people up to his level. If he could create a group of intelligent allies who were on his level, not only would he finally have someone on his level but it's in their best interest too because they wouldn't suffer Geto's fate.

If Geto had simply been able to keep up with him, Geto never would have gotten lost and his friend would still be here.

[leavingsunsets]

I heard you wanted a request?

So i will request!

Could you write some fluff for ryusui from dr stone please?

Could you please write about ryusui trying to catch an oblivious crush attention?

Thank you!

Yes! Omg I got a request 🥺🥺🥺. I should re edit my acc to be open kehehe. Anyways, since there's no specified gender, it's an automatic gender neutral, okay?

"ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇᴅ, ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ."

(GN! reader x Ryusui Nanami)

Extravagant, bold. Two definitive terms that quite describe the heir of the Nanami conglomerate. He wasn't Ryusui without that, was he?

He does not shy away from stating what he wants, nor does he wither from encouraging anyone from doing the same. A person who knows himself. Direct, precise.

Yet, he somehow starts to doubt those very same facts the moment when it comes to you.

With how much Ryusui talked about desire more than the average person, it was easy to get used to how he worded his wants and his passionate pursuit of it. In fact, you nearly choked when he yelled out what you thought was a confession.

"I desire you!" was what he said, leaving you to awkwardly stand with your hand out to shake his. Luckily, this misunderstanding was quickly cleared, and your hesitance faded out the more time you've grown used to his presence.

And so, it seemed that same desensitization was like a curse for him.

As you were part of the power team, he always made sure to meet with you at the end of the day. Walking with you from the field back to where the others were.

"[name]! Great work today! Any plans for tonight?"

"Mhm! I have to go help out Kaseki. He asked me and Kohaku to help him out in carrying some woodworks after dinner."

Then, the time where you were both on the ship. As you both stood out on the deck, overlooking the sea.

"You know, [name], this view is even more beautiful, now that the person I desire most, is right here with me."

"Haha! I just saw a turtle!"

It was frustrating, but also gave a thrill, to which he didn't mind playing along with. The pursuit of passion, how far would he go, for this? Finally, one a little bolder, when the perfect opportunity comes as you're both one of the last ones by the dining.

Here, you both sit across from each other. The sound of the sea outside are faint, and gives the perfect ambience to the silence.

Swirling the wine in his glass, he takes a small sip. "When it comes to desire, I believe that there is nothing that should be worth stopping you from obtaining it."

You nod along, just as tipsy. The wine in your glass sways along. "So true, king."

He rests his elbow on the table, leaning on his fist. His other hand holding the wine glass, points at you. "Your ignorance may know no bounds, but so does my desire. And I'll let you know, that I've never denied myself of anything I've truly longed for."

Groggily, you nod. "You said a lot of fancy words, but whatever you say, king."

Ryusui watches you blink in a daze. Yeah. He's no quitter. Downing the rest of his glass, he decides to just go for it.

"[name], I desire your heart. I desire you." he goes quiet after this, staring intently. His expression is unreadable, and you would tell if you weren't still a little tipsy.

"I'm afraid I still need it, sorry." Your eyes get droopy, and you put your glass on the table. "Not... not a registered donor." you mumble.

Ryusui sighs, putting down his own glass. Nevermind. "I think it's best you go to bed now." Grabbing your arm, he throws it over your shoulder, hauling you up. Drowsily, you only nod. "Yessir.."

Luckily, you weren't that far gone, and could walk properly. So, it was no problem getting you to your room. But before he could leave you by the doorway, you suddenly reach out, surprising him.

"Hey, Ryu." you mutter, leaning on the door. He looks at you curiously, listening. "Yes?"

"I like you." you sway your head, a little sleepy. "It's fun every time I'm with you."

Ryusui stills for a moment. You yawn, letting go of him. "Well, g'night, Ryu." is the last thing you say before entering, closing the door behind you.

A beat, and one more, before, a tint of pink dusts his cheeks.

It wasn't much, but it was progress. He went straight to bed after that, eyes curving with a little more mirth that night.

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If you don’t mind, I’m very curious about the incident that made the Zenin and Fushiguro-Gojo fam go no contact :)

also happy New Year❤️

Happy New Year!

It's below the cut so it won't spoil it for anyone who doesn't want to know.

They tried to kill one of his dogs.

I see the Zenin as viewing the shikigami of the Ten Shadows as almost sacred weapons. But they would be just that--weapons. It's about utility and power for them. Each has its own unique abilities that can serve to increase the power of the Ten Shadows--and, by extension, the Zenin clan--and they would want to take advantage of each of its facets to maximize its potential.

The Ten Shadows gets little to no unique advantage from having two Divine Dogs instead of one. Each individual dog has the same abilities--tracking, warning Megumi of incoming danger, defeating low level curses--so killing one would not cut off or decrease access to the innate abilities of the shikigami the way killing something like Max Elephant would. The only advantage they lose is that he has one less shikigami in numbers to call upon. On the flip side, if one of the Divine Dogs dies, Megumi can combine them both into Totality, which is strong enough to do serious damage to Special Grade curses. That's a huge advantage.

The Zenin clan is all about making sacrifice to gain power. I see the sacrifice of one of the Divine Dogs being a tradition for the Zenin--and one that was of borderline religious significance to them. The Ten Shadows sacrifices one of their own shikigami as a way of increasing their own power. At the same time, it's a rejection of any air of sentimentality about their shikigami, which I think the Zenin would consider a dangerous weakness.

If the Ten Shadows is fond of their shikigami, they may hesitate with how they deploy them in combat. After all, if one is permanently destroyed, they are never able to summon them again. So much of jujutsu sorcery is just mindset--having any hesitation around using a shikigami risks actively weakening its user. So killing one of the Divine Dogs themself acts a sort of show of strength to the clan--they'll be ruthless in their pursuit of power. They will be everything that a Zenin clan sorcerer should be.

That's actually why Maki specifically said that the Zenin would take a hit out on Nanami if he killed both of the Divine Dogs. If he kills both, Megumi loses the dog's skills. That's an entire shikigami type he can never call again. But they expect for one to die.

I think it's usually treated as a sort of coming of age ritual for the Ten Shadows. Originally, the Zenin were going to wait until right before Megumi entered Jujutsu High to make him kill one.

But then they found out that he named them.

I've said it before on another post, but I see Megumi as someone who loves very quietly, but very violently. He's not loud about his love. But there are no limits to how far he will go when he loves someone.

And Megumi loves his dogs.

He didn't know anything about this ancient technique bullshit the Zenin were always going on about. They were crazy, and he was six. His dogs had been with him even longer than Gojo had. They were the only things that made him feel safe from the monsters crawling the streets. They had loved him and taken care of him and Megumi loved them, so, so much.

To him, they weren't weapons. They were his puppies. He thought of them as his own family. He didn't even think about it when he gave them names. Of course they had names--they were his puppies.

The Zenin heard him call them by name, saw him treat them like his much-adored puppies, and decided it was a sign of dangerous sentimentality that they needed to quash sooner rather than later. If they killed a dog now, he'd learn his lesson about treating them like pets and not make the same mistake with any other shikigami he gained. He didn't need two anyway.

So they dragged him up in front of the clan one day, and they told him that it was time for one of his puppies to die to make Megumi strong enough to serve the clan. Megumi would kill it himself, and if he wouldn't, then Naobito would. But one would have to die, and it would have to be now.

I think martyrdom was the only way Megumi knew how to protect the ones he loves. He wishes he knew another way, but he has always felt so small, and the things that wanted to hurt them has always had such heavy fists. The best he could do was just take the blow himself.

He protected his puppies the only way he knew how, which was to hide them inside himself. He refused to summon them. He'd never summon them again in the Zenin compound if it meant their death, and nothing Naobito did would get him to budge on that.

This humiliated Naobito in front of the clan, because Megumi was just a little boy, but he was refusing a direct order from the clan leader in favor of decidedly non-Zenin values. He turned him over to Naoya and told him to do whatever the hell he had to in order to get Megumi to summon those dogs, and when he did, Naoya was to make certain that one of them died.

Naoya had always been the worst out of all of them. He had always been the most violent with Megumi. And he was always the one who seemed to enjoy it when he hit Megumi. But he had always been restrained, at least partially, by the fact that if he didn't at least maintain the facade of it being for training then his father and the rest of clan leadership would go after him for abusing their precious Ten Shadows. But all of a sudden, he had free license to go as far as he wanted. So he took his inch and went a mile.

By the time Nanami came to pick Megumi up, it had been a long time since Megumi had been able to move. Naoya broke multiple bones. He was badly concussed. He's face had swollen up completely, and he was struggling to breathe.

At first, Nanami was surprised that they were letting him collect Megumi without making a fuss, until he realized that they were only doing it because they needed Shoko to undo their damage. Naoya was a smarmy ass about it too. He made sure to tell Megumi that they'd pick up where they left off the next time he came to visit, and Nanami would have attacked him on the spot if he didn't need to get Megumi to help so badly.

He rushed Megumi back to Jujutsu High, turned him over to Shoko for healing, and then he got back in his car and drove back to the Zenin compound and informed Naoya that he was there to beat the shit out of him for daring to lay a hand on his kid.

I see Naoya being a sort of tormentor of Nanami, over the years. They were in the same year, with Naoya attending Kyoto, but Naoya was obsessed with strength. He would have been fixated on Gojo and Geto, and probably made a show of overpowering Nanami at the Sports Festivals. He was probably cruel about it.

I think Nanami's fight with him was brutal. I think it was bloody and dirty and that neither of them was willing to back down. And I think that Gojo arrived in the middle of it, and that the earth shook with his anger.

After that, it was over. Gojo told them that they were never coming near Megumi again, and he was good to his word. Nanami picked himself up and went back to the school with him, and they wanted to pick up the pieces of the family they had made, really, they did, but it all just broke further.

Yaga was horrified at what they had done, but he was the one who had the mindset of "this has to work" from the start.

It wasn't about wanting to take Megumi away from the Zenin. He wanted to cut them off just as much as the others. He just genuinely didn't believe that they could take the Ten Shadows away from the Zenin. It would undermine too much of jujutsu society. Their children (and the techniques they held) were considered sacred at best and property at worst--it was an unimaginable taboo to have interfered to the extent they had already. Cutting off contact entirely was absolutely unheard of. He said that they could make it safer, maybe make visits shorter or supervised, maybe get them to agree to a binding vow that they could never intentionally inflict harm on Megumi. In his mind, that was already going to unimaginable extents to make it safe for Megumi. It was the best they could do for him. And that's exactly why Yaga was shut out after this incident. Not only had he been the one that convinced them to do partial custody, but he saw how badly they had beaten Megumi and was trying to find a way to still make it work.

It broke Nanami. He told Yaga that he was killing them, he was killing all of them, and that he was done. He quit. He let them kill Haibara, but he wasn't going to do the same to those kids. He couldn't be a part of this anymore.

He told Gojo he wanted equal custody. He had no illusions that he could actually fight Gojo for them, but he had been there through all of this. They'd stay with him too. They'd have a safe place to go away from this world.

And he wanted their passports.

For Gojo, it was the absolute last time he ever compromised when it mattered. It set him onto his current strategy of openly telling the higher ups that he would side with the kids and fuck them up if they pushed it. Gojo knew exactly what compromise could lead to, and he has the memory of what Megumi looks like with half his rib cage broken burned into the back of his eyelids to keep him on track.

This incident recontextualized a lot of what had been happening with Megumi, and he never really forgave himself for missing it for so long. They knew that this wasn't the first time the Zenin hurt him. It was the just the first time they didn't get away with it.

It didn't help that when Megumi finally woke up, he very much thought that they approved of what the Zenin had just done to him.

He thought his sister was hanging in the balance with the arrangement with the Zenin. He woke up terrified that they would take Tsumiki away because he hadn't let them kill his puppy. And it's a real fucking kick in the face to have your own kid be in a hospital bed and think that you're going to side with the people who put him in it. It's even worse when he's trying not to cry because he thinks he's going to have to personally murder his beloved pet or you'll take away his sister forever.

It was a long, slow process to heal from it, and Megumi was never the same after it. He was more distant. Closed off.

And he never called his dogs by their names again.

In the translations that I've personally consumed, Megumi always calls them "the dog" or "divine dogs." In my mind, it's because of this. He named them when he was a little boy, and then he stopped calling them by their names after this incident--at least when other people were around. He refuses to talk about why. Gojo and Tsumiki both tried to get him to talk about it, and he just iced them out.

When Nanami first found Megumi in the car, he actually assumed that it hadn't been the Zenin who did this to him, and it was because both dogs were still alive. He thought that if the Zenin had him, they would have killed one of them.

Gojo, Nanami, and Shoko are almost grateful that Megumi summoned them, even though it led to his seizure. At least it means that both of the dogs are still alive. They're all quietly hoping that the dogs surviving means that the Zenin didn't break something they can't fix again.

They've already lived that aftermath once.

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Syo Kurusu (Repeat)

Translator: Terry (twitter: turtlemudge)

Proofreader: Raz (twitter: agnadance)

November: Se Bisogna

The holiday after the school festival has ended, and regular classes have begun again. 

After school, everyone's very busy preparing for the graduation audition. 

Syo-kun and I are preparing too. We decided to come to the recording studio to practice our song. 

Haruka Nanami: Is Kaoru-kun still staying in your dorm room? 

Syo Kurusu: Yeah. I keep telling to go home, but he won't listen. 

Syo-kun's younger twin brother, Kaoru-kun, really wants Syo-kun to move back home.

He refuses to leave without him. True to his word,  he's stayed in the dorms ever since the school festival. 

Haruka Nanami: He's not even going to school, then? 

Syo Kurusu: That's right. … He's pretty bright, though. Did you know that Saotome Academy has a sister school? 

Haruka Nanami: Uh… yeah. It's, um, a really elite prep school, right? With experts in a lot of different fields? 

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, he's… well, he's enrolled in their medical course. It's a nine year course.

He originally meant to apply here with me, but he had a fever on the day of the audition, and he wasn't able to come. 

Then, he took the test there as a fallback option, and he managed to pass…. He said that if he couldn't become an idol with me, then he wanted to be a doctor. 

He's made that choice, so he should stick with it. I don't get what he thinks he's doing…. Geez, he's such a worrywart….

Haruka Nanami: Aren't your parents worried…? 

Syo Kurusu: Well, yeah, probably, but they basically let us do what we want. They taught us to be responsible for ourselves and our choices. 

They'd get super mad if we caused trouble for other people, but other than that they gave us free rein. 

Haruka Nanami: Come to think of it, I've never asked about your parents. What do they do? 

Syo Kurusu: Oh, have I not told you yet? My mom's an orchestra conductor. She's always going overseas for concerts and the like.

It was because of her that I started learning the violin. 

My father does hair styling and makeup for Shining Agency. He seems to get along pretty well with Shining. 

Oh, but I'm not here because of favoritism. I got into Shining Academy on my own merit, not by taking advantage of connections or anything like that! 

Haruka Nanami: Yeah, I know that. You're singing is… really cool, after all. 

Syo Kurusu: … just my singing...? 

Haruka Nanami: No, not just that. I think everything about you is cool, Syo-kun. 

Syo Kurusu: Everything? … Come on, that's a bit of an exaggeration even for you…. 

Haruka Nanami: No, it's not! You're kind and cool and….

Syo Kurusu: A-anyway! We go to sister schools, and my father's an acquaintance of Shining. 

But my dad doesn't seem worried about the situation, so…. Actually, I wonder if Kaoru sweet-talked him into being okay with it. 

He's usually a crybaby and a total pushover, but he gets stubborn over the weirdest things… and I can't say I agree with his methods, either. 

He has serious tunnel vision. It's a pain in the ass.

Select the phrase!

心配なんだね He's worried about you, right?  (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, that might be what's going on. But even if it is, he's overdoing it. 

Haruka Nanami: You know…. I think I may understand how Kaoru-kun feels. 

Syo Kurusu: What, are you taking his side now? 

Haruka Nanami: … I mean, you do push yourself too far sometimes. 

Syo Kurusu: Are you saying it's a bad thing to work hard? 

Haruka Nanami: No, not exactly…. It just feels like if I take my eyes off you for too long, you might just keep going till you collapse. 

Syo Kurusu: It's a man's job to go beyond his limits! When should I be trying my best, if not now?

Haruka Nanami: … You have a point, but…. But, I want you to take breaks sometimes, too. I want you to lean on me when you need to. 

I know I may not be of much use to you, but I'd still like you to be able to count on me. Even if all you need is someone to vent to every once in a while. Okay? 

Syo Kurusu: Don't be ridiculous. You want me to come whining to you? What kind of man would do a thing like that?! 

Haruka Nanami: … Am I really… that useless to you…? 

Syo Kurusu: Ahh, come on!! Don't look at me like that! I already rely on you plenty, okay? 

Haruka Nanami: Huh…? 

Syo Kurusu: I can't sing without you, after all. I mean, you also make my songs....

Syo-kun grips my shoulder firmly, looking me straight in the eye. 

Syo Kurusu: Because you're here… I can go full speed ahead, knowing you'll stop me if I take things too far. 

This way, I can focus on fighting my hardest. I can sing my heart out, knowing that I can trust you to have my back. 

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…. 

Syo Kurusu: … So please, don't look at me like that…. 

The hand that had been gripping my shoulder moves to my back, running gently through my hair....

And then Syo-kun pats me gently on the back. Once, twice. 

Almost like he's comforting a small child. 

Syo Kurusu: … I'm going to be fine…. 

While I'm letting myself be comforted by Syo-kun's words, I suddenly realize how little distance is left between us. Before I know it, my face is turning red. 

Syo Kurusu: Sorry… I just… uh…. When Kaoru was little, I… I used to do that when he was about to start crying, and it usually cheered him up… so…. 

Oh, so he's trying to cheer me up because I looked worried. 

Haruka Nanami: I understand. Thank you.

大好きなんだね It's because he loves you, right? (+5 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You're his big brother, after all. 

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, I should be happy about that, I know.... I mean, I love him too, he is my twin and everything. 

Still, it's time for him to start learning to stand on his own. We can't be together forever. 

Syo-kun gazes at the microphone with conviction. 

Syo Kurusu: You have to be able to chase your dream on your own, after all. 

Haruka Nanami: You're not alone, Syo-kun. 

I grip the hem of Syo-kun's uniform tightly. 

Syo Kurusu: Hm? 

Syo-kun turns, looking straight at me. 

Haruka Nanami: I'm right here. I'm you're partner, so I'll always be with you. 

I… don't want Syo-kun to talk like he's all alone. 

Syo Kurusu: Oh, yeah. You're right. Thanks, Haruka!! 

Syo-kun pats me on the head. 

Even if all I can do is make things a tiny bit easier for him… 

… I want to stay by his side and support him, no matter what. 

I want us to keep working together. Forever, come what may….

お兄ちゃん子なんだね Has he always been a bit of a tag-along? (+5 Music) 

Syo Kurusu: Kinda. Well, either way, I wish he'd give me a bit more breathing room. 

Haruka Nanami: But if he did, wouldn't you feel a bit lonely…? 

Syo Kurusu: Not really. I have you now, after all. 

Haruka Nanami: … Syo-kun…. 

Syo Kurusu: Just kidding…. I mean, it's not just you, I've got loads of friends here…. But I'm most comfortable around you, I guess….

Anyway! We're supposed to be practicing, right? So let's practice!

I used to think that Kaoru-kun would return home after two or three days, but…

… even a week later, he's still there, and it doesn't seem like he plans to leave anytime soon. 

Kaoru Kurusu: Ah! Welcome back, Syo-chan~. I've been waiting~. I'm so hungry…. 

Syo Kurusu: Kaoru… seriously…. You can't keep doing this. 

The term's already started. Don't come crying to me if you can't catch up with the curriculum!! 

Kaoru Kurusu: It's fine. I'm plenty clever!! Besides, I've stayed in touch with the teachers and everything! They know I'm in the dorms here…. 

I told them my brother had a medical emergency and I'm staying with him for a little while. They were very understanding. 

Syo Kurusu: It still counts as you missing class though, right? 

Kaoru Kurusu: As long as I turn in make-up reports, it'll be fine. My school doesn't really care what I do, as long as I keep my test grades up. 

Syo Kurusu: Ugh, it figures that Saotome Academy's sister school would be like that…. There's limits to letting students slack off…. 

Seriously though, you can't study properly here, can you? Go home! 

Kaoru Kurusu: Look… I'm worried about you, Syo-chan. I'm sure that the second I leave, you'll go back to overworking yourself. 

Syo Kurusu: That was just bad timing! I'm not going to do that again. I promise. 

Kaoru Kurusu: But… that was just for the school festival. You're only going to practice harder from now on, right? 

Syo Kurusu: Are you saying you can't trust me?

Kaoru Kurusu: I mean… your version of "fine" is pretty messed up. 

If I don't stop you, who will? I'm the only one who does. 

Syo Kurusu: I can't believe you… what do I have to do to convince you to leave? … Are you just gonna drop everything every time I collapse or whatever? 

Kaoru Kurusu: I'm not "dropping" anything…. 

Syo Kurusu: Look, at the very least, this is going to have a bad effect on your life if you keep it up. … I'm the one who's worried about you. 

Kaoru Kurusu: … Then… if it isn't me, who's going to take my place…? 

Syo Kurusu: Your place? 

Kaoru Kurusu: Yeah. For instance, if you were to get a girlfriend, and she promised to look after you, I'd be okay with going home…. 

Kaoru-kun returns Syo-kun's glare with a challenging expression, as if he wants to say, "I'd like to see you try." 

Syo Kurusu: A girlfriend…

Select the phrase!

うちは恋愛禁…… That's not allowed here…. (+5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Aaaaaahh!!

Syo-kun panics and covers my mouth with his hand. 

Then he lowers his voice.

Syo Kurusu: Don't be stupid! If we tell him that, then he'll know I couldn't get a girlfriend even if I wanted to….

He whispers desperately into my ear.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… I see….

Kaoru Kurusu: … Is something wrong? 

Syo Kurusu: Uh, oh, nothing. So… a girlfriend, huh? If I have a girlfriend you'll get off my back?

Kaoru Kurusu: If you really get a girlfriend, then yeah. 

Come to think of it, I've never asked…. Syo-kun is handsome and charming, so maybe… he does have a girlfriend…. 

Girls and boys at this school aren't allowed to date each other, so I don't think he's dating anyone here, but maybe he's had a girlfriend since middle school, or something like that…. 

But if that were the case, then Kaoru-kun would probably know her…. I wonder...?

彼女……？A girlfriend…? (+10 Love) 

Kaoru Kurusu: Yeah. Someone that cares about Syo-kun as much as I do, or even more than me. If he has someone by his side who'll protect him, that's good enough for me. 

Syo Kurusu: Hm… a girlfriend, huh…?

彼女でないとダメですか？Does it have to be a girlfriend?  (+5 Love)

Kaoru Kurusu: What do you mean? 

Haruka Nanami: There are a lot of people who care about Syo-kun and worry a lot about him…. 

I would think you've realized this already by living here, but Shinomiya-san cares about Syo-kun a great deal. 

Kaoru Kurusu: I mean, I did kind of get that idea, but that guy seems pretty delicate, too…. I'm pretty sure Syo-kun's stronger than he is. 

Syo Kurusu: I mean, with his glasses on, maybe…. 

Kaoru Kurusu: Glasses…? 

Syo Kurusu: Oh, uh, nothing. Anyway, if I get a girlfriend, that'll satisfy you, is that right? 

Kaoru Kurusu: Yeah. But it has to be a real girlfriend. A friend doesn't count.

The next day, when Syo-kun and I go to school, we ask Ichinose-san and Jinguji-san for advice on what to do about Kaoru-kun. 

Syo Kurusu: … So, basically, he doesn't want to go home. At all. 

But I don't have a girlfriend. Or anyone I could make my girlfriend, for that matter. 

Tokiya Ichinose: It's taboo for an idol to have a lover in the first place. And besides, getting one is not the sort of thing you can just pull off on a whim. 

Ren Jinguji: … That's not exactly true. All you need is passion and good timing. But regardless, you don't actually need a real girlfriend for this anyway… or am I wrong? 

Tokiya Ichinose: Ren… what exactly are you getting at? 

Ren Jinguji: It's quite simple, really. All he needs to do is convince his brother that he has a girlfriend, right? In that case, the Lady can pretend she's Shorty's lover. 

Syo Kurusu: Huh?! Whaaaat?!?

Haruka Nanami: Um, uhhh….?!? M-me, S-Syo-kun's…? 

I glance over to Syo-kun. He seems upset, and won't look in my direction. 

Ren Jinguji: Well, I'm not sure if Shorty's good enough boyfriend material to suit the Lady....

Syo Kurusu: Watch it!! What are you implying?! 

Ren Jinguji: You're about ten centimeters off from a good balance between you two, or am I wrong?  

Tokiya Ichinose: Ren…. It's asking a bit much to demand he change a physical trait. There's nothing to be done on that front. 

Syo Kurusu: Dammit!! Quit making fun of me…! A man can be more than meets the eye! It's the heart that's important. You hear me?! The heart!!

Select the phrase!

は、はいっ！O-of course! (+5 Love) 

Syo Kurusu: You said it!! 

Ren Jinguji: Hmmm. Well, in that case, everything's fine. You two shouldn't have any problem pretending to be lovers, right?

見た目も少しは大切かと…… I think appearance is a little important, too.... (+5 Love, +5 Music) 

Syo Kurusu: Really?! I guess that means short guys are no good, huh…? 

Haruka Nanami: Ah, um… that's not quite what I meant…. More that, appearance can be part of a person's individuality. It can be part of what makes them attractive, or…. 

Anyway, I figure that idols need to craft an appearance that their fans can come to love, if that makes sense?  

B-but, Syo-kun, you're already… really handsome…. 

You have a great fashion sense, and your eyes are really clear and bright, and you're just so great…. 

Syo Kurusu: Oh, I see… well, of course! I'm a future BIG IDOL, after all!! 

Ren Jinguji: Well then, that settles it. All you and the Lady have to do is pretend to be lovers.

今のままでもかっこいいです You're already handsome just the way you are. (+20 Love) 

Syo Kurusu: Huh?! Handsome—!?! ...I-I mean, yes. Of course I'm handsome. That much is obvious. 

Tokiya Ichinose: Actually, it seems as though you have profound doubts on that front, judging by your reaction. 

Ren Jinguji: He's used to being called "cute," but I bet he hasn't been called "handsome" all that often. 

Jinguji-san shrugs, smirking. 

Syo Kurusu: That's not true…. 

Syo-kun begins to sulk, pouting a little.

Tokiya Ichinose: I, at least, have never heard such a thing directed at him. 

As Ichinose-san speaks, Syo-kun gets more and more upset. 

Syo Kurusu: Argh…. 

Ren Jinguji: Well, how about it, Lady? 

Wouldn't you be overjoyed to take a handsome man like Shorty as a lover? 

Haruka Nanami: Ah… uh… I mean… it'd be an honor. But… I don't think I'd really be a suitable choice? A cuter girl would be…. 

Syo Kurusu: Nah… you'd be fine. Or actually, I'd rather it be you. If it was some other girl, there'd be more risk of it getting out. 

Ren Jinguji: Well then, that's that. All the Lady and Shorty need to do is pretend to be lovers.

Tokiya Ichinose: … That's true. There's the rule against romance, but I don't think you need to make too big of a scene of things. As long as you only pretend in front of Kaoru-kun, it should be fine. 

Syo Kurusu: Ah… but, well…. I don't really know the basics of how to act to seem like we're… like that? 

Ren Jinguji: Well, that's easy. Just do this…. Lady… 

Jinguji-san wraps his arm around me, placing his hand on the small of my back and drawing me towards him. 

Um… w-what is he…? 

Jinguji-san puts a hand beneath my chin, forcing me to raise my face to his.

He gazes at me with passion in his eyes. 

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes? 

Ren Jinguji: I love you. 

Haruka Nanami: !!! U-um, um-um-um-um….

Ren Jinguji: Come now, Lady. Your line here is "I'm yours, Syo-kun." Then, all you need to do is let those pretty eyes drift closed. Okay, give it a go, Shorty. 

Syo Kurusu: H… How am I supposed to do something that embarrassing?!?!

Haruka Nanami: G-good point…. 

Syo Kurusu: I—I have to take one step at a time… but anyway, things like that are best kept private, y'know...? 

Like… when it's just the two of us…. 

Syo-kun looks at me with a pleading expression. I… I can't say I have any experience in such things, but it does seem like the sort of thing you shouldn't do in front of other people. 

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Um, w-well. It… doesn't seem like something you should do wherever, all the time… so….

Ren Jinguji: Really? I do it all the time. I don't hold back with someone who's dear to me.

Tokiya Ichinose: Please practice a little self-restraint before it can become a problem. If it does, it'll already be too late. 

Ren Jinguji: Aw, come on, it'll be fine. No one's gonna catch me. Who do you think you're talking to? 

Tokiya Ichinose: Sigh… I can't believe you…. Regardless, Ren's behavior doesn't suit the two of you.

Syo-kun and I nod deeply, agreeing with Ichinose-san's advice. 

Tokiya Ichinose: You're both fairly late bloomers, after all. If you want to get over your embarrassment, you'll need to follow the proper procedures…. Let's see…. 

Holding each other's gaze first, then holding hands, then an arm around the shoulders, then full embrace. A kiss on the forehead, and then a kiss on the lips. And then….  Why are you looking at me like that? 

Syo Kurusu: No, it's just… how do I put this…? Listing it all out like that is somehow even more embarrassing…. 

Haruka Nanami: If we follow those steps, will our performance improve? 

Tokiya Ichinose: … I wonder. Perhaps not, but…. Well, for now, how about you start by holding hands and looking into each other's eyes? 

Syo Kurusu: … Holding hands…? 

Haruka Nanami: And looking into…. 

I glance at Syo-kun, but…. I get embarrassed the second our eyes meet. We both end up looking away. 

But if we want to convince Kaoru-kun, we'll have to try harder…. 

Syo Kurusu: I'm… gonna take your hand…. Ready? 

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes…. 

Trying our best not to look at each other, we extend our hands. 

*Bump!*

The instant our fingers brush, I retract my hand in a flash. 

Syo Kurusu: Uh… okay… so that happened. I'm gonna try again….

Haruka Nanami: I'm so sorry. I'll do it right this time. 

Syo Kurusu: No, it's fine. It's not worth freaking out over….

I think holding hands wouldn't be so difficult to manage normally, but doing so intentionally makes it incredibly embarrassing. 

It's not as though Syo-kun has never held my hand before….

But being so aware of it… not to mention doing it in front of other people….

Ren Jinguji: … Are they seriously acting like this about just holding hands? 

Tokiya Ichinose: I'm unsure if it's their clumsiness or some other factor, but I'm starting to feel embarrassed just watching this. 

Syo Kurusu: Look…. We can go at whatever pace is comfortable for you…. 

Haruka Nanami: … All right. 

After trying over and over, Syo-kun and I manage to get as far as holding hands. 

I'm a little nervous to be touching Syo-kun so directly, but he wraps his hand around mine gently, without exerting too much pressure. 

Then, after school, Kaoru-kun comes to watch us rehearse in the recording room. 

Syo Kurusu: … Haruka…. Here goes nothing. 

Haruka Nanami: … Okay. 

Syo-kun grips my hand tightly. … He's so strong…. 

Even though he seemed so embarrassed up till now, in the moment of truth Syo-kun readily takes the lead. He… really is cool, and handsome. 

Syo Kurusu: K-Kaoru!! 

Kaoru Kurusu: What's up, Syo-chan? Why are you making that scary face? Aren't you going to practice? 

Syo Kurusu: I've kept quiet about this until now, but…. We're dating!!!

So you don't have to worry. Go home already. 

Kaoru Kurusu: Really!? You're really, truly dating? You're going out with her??? 

Haruka Nanami: Ah, well… I mean…. 

Select the phrase!

たぶん…… Probably…. (+5 Music) 

Kaoru Kurusu: What? What does that mean? 

Syo Kurusu: "Probably"? Really? 

Haruka Nanami: Ah, s-sorry, that came out wrong. We're dating. Um… seriously…. 

As I start to get flustered, Syo-kun wraps a gentle arm around my shoulders. 

Syo Kurusu: … It's okay. Calm down, I'll handle this. 

He murmurs reassuringly to me, keeping his voice low. 

Syo-kun….

Syo Kurusu: She may not look it, but she's incredibly dedicated. I've put my trust in her. So even if you aren't around all the time, I'll be okay. 

Haruka Nanami: T-that's right!! P-please leave Syo-kun to me….

Kaoru Kurusu: Hmm…. Somehow, I can't quite believe you.

は、はい 。 Y-yes, I am. (+10 Love, +5 Music) 

Haruka Nanami: Um… please t-trust me to look after Syo-kun. I'll be by his side always. I won't take my eyes off him for a moment!! 

Syo Kurusu: She… gets a little worked up sometimes. And she has made mistakes before, but…. Overall, she's pretty great. 

She's no good at lying, and she has a bad habit of taking on anything anybody asks…. But I've never so much as seen her get annoyed. 

Besides… she writes amazing music. I'm sure that if I have her at my side, I can become a better performer than ever. 

Haruka Nanami: … Syo-kun…. 

Is that really what he thinks of me…? 

Haruka Nanami: Ah, um! I may not be the most reliable person in the world, but…. I promise I'll look after Syo-kun properly! 

Syo Kurusu: "Look after"...? What am I, the class pet...? 

Haruka Nanami: Ah, no! That's not what I meant….

Syo Kurusu: Well, whatever. Anyway, she's my girlfriend. … Does that make you feel better? 

With his arm still wrapped around me, Syo-kun turns to Kaoru with a bright, satisfied smile.  

Kaoru Kurusu: You can't convince me that easily. There's something fishy about this. Are you really his girlfriend?

大好きです！I love it! (+20 Love, +5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Silly. What's "it," here? What are you trying to say? 

Haruka Nanami: Ah, g-good point…. 

Syo Kurusu: Besides, I'd like you to let me say it first. 

Kaoru!! I'm in love with this girl. 

Syo-kun wraps a gentle arm around my shoulders. 

Haruka Nanami: U-um…. I-I'm… in love… with Syo-kun.

It's the truth!! I really love him…. So!! 

Kaoru Kurusu: I don't buy it. You said you were partners when we first met, right? When did you start dating? There's something fishy about all this.

Kaoru-kun looks us over suspiciously. 

M-maybe this was enough? Or maybe we've been caught.

Judging by the way his arm tightens around my shoulders.... Syo-kun might be feeling nervous, too. 

Kaoru Kurusu: Anybody can just say something like that. … I want proof. 

Syo Kurusu: Proof? 

Kaoru Kurusu: Yeah. If you kiss her in front of me, I'll believe you. If you're dating, that should be easy enough, right? 

Syo Kurusu: ….

Haruka Nanami: ….

Suddenly being told to kiss… when we're not even dating in the first place…. What should we…? 

Kaoru Kurusu: Can't, huh? Well, then… I don't believe you. 

Syo Kurusu: We can! … Of course we can, that's easy. 

Haruka Nanami: Eh…? 

S—Syo-kun, what are you…? 

Syo Kurusu: Haruka!! Ready…? 

Um… I….

It would be my first kiss…. But, if it's Syo-kun….

Syo-kun embraces me tightly enough that he squeezes me a bit. 

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

Syo Kurusu: We'll… take it one step at a time…. 

Syo-kun murmurs this in my ear, speaking too quietly for Kaoru-kun to hear it. 

I relax, letting Syo-kun do what he wants. I'm sure he'll…. 

Still embracing me, Syo-kun gently strokes my hair. 

Somehow, even though my heart is still racing, I feel myself starting to relax. 

The hand that had been gripping me tightly loosens, and Syo-kun watches me with a kind look in his eyes. 

This time, as he leans in towards me, my eyes slide shut on their own. 

*Kiss*

… Instead of kissing me on the lips, he kisses my forehead…. 

… Oh, I understand. He's following Ichinose-san's sequence. 

Gazing at each other, holding hands, an arm around the shoulders, a full embrace, a forehead kiss, and then a kiss on the lips. And so.... 

Since he did the forehead kiss, next is....

I open my eyes, and this time, Syo-kun closes his. 

… A kiss on the lips….

Steeling myself, I close my eyes as well. 

Syo Kurusu: Mm….

Syo-kun stops just in front of my lips, at the last possible second, kissing the air. And yet, he's so close that our lips may have touched a little…. 

The thought makes my face go a brilliant red.

Syo Kurusu: There! That good enough for you? 

Pulling away in a flash, Syo-kun turns triumphantly to Kaoru-kun. 

Kaoru Kurusu: No way…. I can't believe you kissed her in front of someone else…. Not to mention while attending a school that forbids romance….

Syo Kurusu: Eh…? You knew about…? 

Kaoru Kurusu: Yeah, I knew. I said it because I never thought you'd do it. You're so dedicated, Syo-chan. I never thought you'd break a school rule. 

I thought you'd never get a girlfriend under those circumstances—that's why I said it. And yet…. 

… Do you want to stay at this school that badly? Do you want to become an idol even if puts too much strain on your body? Even if it kills you?!

Syo Kurusu: Yeah. … It's... my dream.  

Syo-kun looks Kaoru-kun straight in the eye as he says this. 

Kaoru Kurusu: You've… made up your mind already, huh? … Sigh…. There's no point in trying to argue with you. Nothing I can say will stop you now. 

I get it. I'll go home. … But if you collapse again, I'm absolutely forcing you to come back with me. 

Syo Kurusu: I won't. I won't let it happen again. 

And so, Kaoru-kun goes home. 

Syo Kurusu: Waaaaaahh. T-that was so embarrassing…. I can't even. I'm gonna die of embarrassment. 

Syo-kun crouches down, clutching his head in his hands. 

Haruka Nanami: Um, a-are you okay? Does something hurt? 

Syo Kurusu: Of course not!! I'm never doing that again! I can't believe I did that in public!

… Speaking of which… I'm really sorry. That… kinda came outta nowhere….

Haruka Nanami: N-no…. I did wonder what you were going to do when Kaoru-kun told you to kiss me, but…. 

But you rose to the occasion, Syo-kun. It's just, I got so nervous…. I thought you were about to kiss me for real. 

Syo Kurusu: Don't be silly. I'd never be able to kiss you in a situation like that. … I haven't even confessed to you yet or anything…. 

Ah…. Dangit….

Haruka Nanami: Huh??? 

Syo Kurusu: You really don't notice much, do you. But, well, I don't hate that about you…. 

Syo-kun reaches out and brushes my bangs out of my face, examining me with a serious expression. 

Syo Kurusu: I'll… tell you properly someday. How I feel about you…. 

Syo-kun mutters something under his breath, but his voice is so quiet that I can't quite make out what it is he's saying.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…?  

The next moment….

The principal suddenly appears out of an ornamental plant in the corner of the recording room. 

Shining Saotome: It's a good thing you stopped there. If you really became lovers, I'd have you expelled. 

Syo Kurusu: Waaaugh!!

Haruka Nanami: P-Principal….

Just how long has he been watching us...? 

Syo-kun and I exchange a startled glance. And then, when we glance back to the spot where the principal appeared…

… He's already vanished. 

Syo Kurusu: … What the heck was that? 

Haruka Nanami: How much do you think he saw? 

Syo Kurusu: Who knows…? Still, that was close…. If I'd kissed you for real, we might've both been expelled….

Select the phrase!

そうですね Yeah, true. (+5 Music) 

Syo Kurusu: Does this mean he might be watching us anytime, anywhere…? 

The principal, it seems, is no ordinary man.

でも…… But... (+20 Love, +5 Music) 

Haruka Nanami: It's not as though we were doing anything inappropriate, so I think if we'd explained the situation, he would have understood. 

So I'm sure it would have been fine!! 

When I say this, brimming with confidence, Syo-kun gives me a pained smile. 

Huh? Did I say something weird?

……うん … Yeah. (+10 Love, +5 Music) 

Haruka Nanami: But…. I suppose that kiss was… you know…. Kind of like something in a play…? 

There was a reason for it…. I thought it'd be fine to…. Uhm, that is, I mean….

If there's ever a problem like this again, please let me know. If there's something I can do to help, no matter what it is, I'll do it. 

When Syo-kun hears me say this, he chuckles. 

Syo Kurusu: Thanks. If it does, I'll let you know. I'm counting on you. 

He pats my shoulder.

Regardless, it seems that Kaoru-kun has accepted the situation for now. 

I may not be Syo-kun's girlfriend, but I care for him a great deal. 

When I spoke to Kaoru-kun, I wasn't lying. I'll stay by Syo-kun's side and support him, always. 

I am his partner, after all. 

And yet… something about remembering the moment when I thought he was about to kiss me makes my face burn and my heart race….

I wonder if that effect will have worn off by tomorrow. 

MINI-GAME

Ryuya Hyuga: It's been a while since we had one, so it's time for a pop quiz! Textbooks closed, everyone!

If your grade's too low, you're getting a week of make-up lessons!! Try your best to get a perfect score!! 

The format's the same as before, but you've studied a lot so should know a lot more by now! The questions will be more difficult this time. Brace yourselves! 

Choose the answer you think is best from the options provided! All right, time to get started. Begin! 

S-RANK

Syo Kurusu: Whoa… you really know your stuff, huh. Even I don't know if I could—uh, wait, no, of course I know all that stuff… o-obviously. 

Haruka Nanami: … Syo-kun, you didn't get a bad grade on the test, did you? 

When I thoughtlessly ask this question, Syo-kun turns bright red and looks away. 

I'm afraid I hurt his feelings. … What should I do…? 

Haruka Nanami: Um… would it be okay if we studied together next time? 

And so, I get to see Syo-kun smiling again while we study together. 

… I'm glad I was able to smooth things over with him. 

Chapter End

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Ma Cherie will be posted September 15th

omg hey guys, so this week was like the worst thing ever, but it's fine. I'm currently at war with this high schooler since he decided to run a red light directly into the side of my car <3

anyway, because of this i haven't been able to apply that much time on writing. luckily i should be done this friday and it going to be a relatively long chapter. right now i'm about a quarter of the way done and i've written 6.8k which is a lot more than anything i've previously done, but because of this i am posting a teaser for the chapter underneath this! i hope you enjoy, muah!!!!

OH - side note - i also spent time rewriting parts of 'birthday girl' to help it make a little more sense!!!

Teaser for chapter three : what once was

Paring: Inuokku/F! reader

length: 1.02k

─── ⋆⋅ October 2017 ⋅⋆ ─── 

When the exchange event came to its conclusion, (Y/N) hadn’t been as amazing as she had hoped. She didn’t make it to the final round of the one-on-one fights, and she made many mistakes in the group battle. She wished she could have done more, fought more. 

She got too ahead of herself and nearly passed out from blood loss. Yuuta had to carry her around for that last part of the group battle, which she was still incredibly embarrassed about. However he assured her many times he didn’t mind it. She had gotten an earful from Yaga and Satoru, Maki had smacked her in the back of the head, Shoko had looked at her endlessly, but kept her thoughts to herself (not before staring at her in a way that made her feel even more embarrassed than she already was), and somehow Nanami even found out and sent her a wall of text telling her not to act that recklessly again. Inumaki had signed so fast she could barely keep up, and she felt awful for making him worry that much. He had sat next to her until Shoko allowed her to leave.

“Try not to pull a stunt like that again, (Y/N). Too much paperwork.” (Y/N) smiled softly, knowing that she was trying to show her concern without outrightly stating it. 

“I’ll try not to, Sho-nee.” Shoko nodded and shooed her away the second she got a text from Utahime. 

When they went outside, (Y/N) felt her phone buzz in her pocket

‘Incoming call from edgelord supreme’

“Oh, ‘gumi wh-”

“What did you do?” (Y/N) paused for a moment. What did I do?

“... huh?” she heard a long sigh on the other end

“Gojo sent me a text saying you wouldn’t be able to get me from school and you’re practically never late.”

“Aw, were you worried about me?” She smiled.

“Nee-san.” She laughed at the huff he let out.

“Ah, um, well I needed to see Shoko. During the event, I pushed myself pretty hard and so I had to stay in the office for a while. But I’m better now!” She looked at Inumaki who showed her the time. 

“It’s pretty late, did you just get home?”

“...No.” (Y/N) let out a sigh.

“Were you bullying kids again?”

“It’s not bullying if they start it, plus you’re the one who told me that bullying works.” She rolled her eyes.

“I said that ‘cause you’d pour ranch, ranch, all over your fries and then wipe your fingers on your shirt. It was gross, and now you don’t use your shirt as a napkin.” Inumaki was laughing quietly next to her as the two continued walking to their respective dorms. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, ‘gumi. Nothing I haven’t done before. You had a test today right? How was it?”

“It was fine, I guess. Boring.” She looked around and noticed that Noritoshi was waiting for her on a bench just outside the dorms. 

“Hey, ‘gumi, I gotta go, but I’ll call you back later okay?” He stopped his tangent about this one girl who wouldn’t stop trying to cheat and said okay.

“Can you facetime so I can see the ‘hottie’ you were talking about earlier?”

“Which one?” 

“Black hair guy.”

“Oh, Okkotsu. No, he’s in the infirmary right now, but we’ll call you back okay? We’ll introduce you to him soon.”

“Hi, Inumaki-san. Bye, Inumaki-san.” (Y/N) chuckled before hanging up. 

“Toge, you head back first. I’ll be there in a sec.” He nodded, but not before giving her hand a squeeze. (Y/N) made her way over to her brother and sat down next to him.

“What you did today was reckless.” She groaned.

“Not you too.” He looked over at her, the tiniest traces of a smile on his lips. 

“Yes, me too.” 

“It’s nothing either of us haven’t done before. I don’t know why everyone is acting as if there won’t be days where I’ll be put in a worse situation.” He sighed and looked at her.

“We all know that being a shaman comes with its occupational hazards, but that doesn’t change how -how idiotic you were acting. You were actively drawing blood out of your body and trying to control it with no medium to ease that burden. That’s dangerous! I know that we all will have to put our lives on the line a million times over for this lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean one should seek out death. There is a difference between risking death to win and being willing to die.” She peeked over at him and saw the furrowed brows, his worry lines creased.

“You sound like my dad.” 

“Well Gojo-san is right.” She looks at him with wide eyes before bursting at the seams and letting out a loud laugh. 

“I wasn’t talking about Toru, to be specific, I meant in general.” He glanced towards her and frowned.

“He adopted you, did he not?”

“He did.” He nodded his head before looking back over.

“Is he- is he nice?” (Y/N) looked at him before smiling.

“He’s the best dad I could’ve asked for.” Noritoshi looked down at the ground, a smile fully formed on his lips.

“That’s good.” She glanced at him a couple times before she began to fidget, picking at her nail beds.

“I… I’m sorry for making you worry. I’ll be more careful in the future.” She moved her body to face his. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around him. He froze for a second before wrapping his arms around her.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you and not being a good brother, (Y/N).” She felt her emotions bubble their way to the surface.

“I forgive you. It’s not like I was the best sister either. Thank you for being here for me now.” They sat like that for a while, not moving. 

That night they opened their hearts for one another, letting each other in. In the future they would slowly grow a bond and finally become the siblings they have longed to be for the other. But that’s the future. Tonight was the first step into becoming a family, towards healing.

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ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].

↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.

↳ part one;

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.

'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.

yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.

'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'

'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'

instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.

'y/n, i love you.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.

he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.

'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'

bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.

'i-i would like..'

'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'

he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.

'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'

you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.

'i will make it up to you, i will change.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.

'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'

perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.

'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'

'to marry that?'

he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.

'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'

his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.

'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'

'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.

'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'

'home, toji, home!'

'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]

i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.

you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.

'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?

'whatever i'm leaving.'

'where do ya goinnng~~'

'home.'

'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'

'we live in the same house.'

'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'

i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?

'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'

'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'

you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.

'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'

he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'

'we'll get arrested.'

'you can run, y/n.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.

'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.

he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.

'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'

'not before you tell me about yours.'

you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.

'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'

he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.

you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.

'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'

'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.

'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'

'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'

sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.

'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'

from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.

'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'

someone is jealous..

however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...

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nanami kento [evenings with you]

nanami kento x reader || cw: descriptions of blood/injuries, light angst

a/n: this is just self-indulgent writing for me but i'm v stressed about school rn and this is the result. just imagine that y/n is a bio/medical phd candidate lol.

Nanami can tell that you're stressed. Usually you savor the nights he's not on overtime, asking him about work and refusing to leave his side for most of the evening. He's used to you being attentive, so the fact that you've asked him the same question twice within the last ten minutes is already setting alarm bells ringing in his head. You're constantly fiddling with something, or flashing furtive glances towards the bedroom when you think he's not paying attention.

It only gets worse after dinner. You insist on washing up, something about how you want him to 'enjoy his night off.' Nanami compromises, silently grabbing a towel and drying the dishes. It's clear that your mind is elsewhere. Your hands scrub the porcelain on autopilot, and he can hear you muttering under your breath.

Every now and then you'll mutter a list of tasks under your breath. Nanami remembers you mentioning that things were hectic in lab. You're almost always still working when gets home from work, even when it's well past when you eat your dinner. It's clear that you've had a busy day-- the apartment is far more cluttered than it usually is. There are post-it and pieces of scrap paper stuck to every single surface, and a forgotten pile of folded laundry rests on the couch.

An intense burning sensation across your palm causes you cry out. "Shit!" You drop the knife you were washing in favor of cradling your already bleeding hand. Nanami is instantly by your side, firmly pressing the dishcloth against your cut. There is a worrying amount of red seeping into the fabric, so he silently ushers you to the bathroom.

It's a strange reversal of roles. He's used to being the one leaning leaning against the counter while you bandage his wounds. Instead, it's you who is perched on the marble surface, wincing as he dabs an antiseptic soaked cotton ball against your injury. "Sorry, I'm almost done," he says when you let out a loud hiss.

"It's fine," you reply, sheepishly looking away. "I should have been paying more attention."

Nanami chooses to only respond with a nonchalant hum, focusing on cleaning your palm. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he applies ointment to the cut, adding gauze once he's finished. It's only when he reaches for the bandages that he decides to ask. "What's stressing you out?"

Your eyes widen as you realize you've been caught. Nanami is rarely home early these days, especially since he's been mentoring Itadori on behalf of Gojo. (Not that you mind - in the few times you've met Itadori through video call with Nanami, the pink-haired student's sunny disposition has never failed to cheer you up.) When he'd texted you saying he'd be home by dinner, you'd jumped at the opportunity to spend some much needed time with him. You'd pulled out the stops, cooking something a little fancier, and intent on spending the earlier part of the evening cuddling with him. Secretly, you had planned to sneak out of bed after he'd fallen asleep (he always goes to bed early on days like these) and finish preparing for the gauntlet of meetings and presentations you had tomorrow. It was your fault for putting off the tasks, and you didn't want to let your own bad habits get in the way of some quality time with your boyfriend.

"It's nothing, I just have a lot on my plate tomorrow." You do your best to laugh it off, but quickly trail off once when you catch Nanami's deadpan expression. He's always been too good at seeing through your white lies. "I put off some work..." A raised eyebrow from him prompts you to continue, "And I was planning on doing it after you went to bed..." You can't help it when your face scrunches into a pout. After all, now your carefully-laid deception has been revealed.

When Nanami bursts into amused chuckles, you're momentarily surprised, but quickly go back to sulking. "Stop laughing at me Ken!" you whine, "I'm a--"

"Self-aware procrastinator," he finishes your sentence with an amused grin. "I know love, I know. I've seen you write far too many papers within 24-hours of a deadline to be surprised." He presses an affectionate kiss against your wrist.

You scowl at your boyfriend, snatching your bandaged hand away from his grasp. "I'm glad that my suffering is entertaining for at least one person." You stomp back to the bedroom in faux-anger, smiling when you hear Nanami's footsteps not far behind you.

When he steps into the bedroom Nanami drapes his frame over your shoulders, his warm torso nestled against your back. "It is one of your more...endearing traits," he murmurs into your ear before pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. You can feel your cheeks and ears tingle at his words of affection.

"Sometimes you can be such a sweet talker," you mumble to yourself while you change into your pajamas. This week it's been an old Jujutsu tech hoodie and a pair of well-worn athletic shorts.

"Only for you," Nanami replies while he undoes the buttons of his outfit, chucking his tan pants and blue button up into the laundry basket in the corner. He dons a pair of sweatpants before returning your side to recapture you in another affectionate hug. It's a well kept secret of the Kento-Y/N household that Nanami Kento likes to lounge around shirtless in the privacy of his apartment. (You've been sworn to secrecy, but only because your boyfriend claims that Gojo and the students would have a field day teasing him if this information were to be made public amongst the jujutsu sorcerer community.)

Turning around, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your nose against his torso and taking in his comforting scent. It's been so long since the two of you have had a moment to yourselves, and for once your hectic thoughts are silenced in favor of sharing a moment of calm bliss with Nanami. He hums in appreciation, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips.

"Do you want to watch anything tonight?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.

"No," he replies. "I was actually planning on reading the briefing Ichiji just sent me. Gojo apparently has another scheme up his sleeve." You giggle when your boyfriend lets out a pained sigh. On more than one occasion, your boyfriend has ranted to you about Gojo's unorthodox approach to exorcism. "I swear that idiot shaves a year off my lifespan every time I go on a mission with him," Nanami complains. "He's taking away the years I could spend in Malaysia."

You hum thoughtfully before responding, "Then do you mind--"

Once again, Nanami already knows what you're going to say. "Just remember to bring your laptop charger, I know you have a thousand tabs open on your computer right now," he says while exiting to the living room. After a few moments you join him, overburdened laptop and charger in hand. You both take your usual spots in the living room, him resting comfortably in the center of the loveseat and you sitting on a floor cushion, nestled between his legs. Soon you've fallen into a groove, fingers steadily typing on the keyboard. The warmth of Nanami's presence next to you brings a sense of calm, giving you the grounding focus you need to finish off the last of your tasks.

As he thumbs through the printouts Ichiji gave him, Nanami can't help but let his eyes drift towards you every now and then. You look so adorable when you work. From the way your brow furrows whenever you reread a line, to the way you unconsciously chew on your lip when you scrutinize your draft for any errors. Every now and then he'll gently run his fingers through your hair, relishing the content sighs you let out in response.

It only takes about another hour before you're (finally) closing all your tabs (he still doesn't know why your laptop hasn't crashed yet). As you scroll through social media, your head begins to droop. Soon enough you've fallen asleep, breaths coming in soft and even puffs as you rest against his thigh. Smiling to himself, he puts down his papers and gently lifts your body from the floor. He's careful not to wake you as he slowly makes his way back to the bedroom.

Setting you on the bed, he tucks you under the blankets before lying beside you. The moonlight coming through your window softly illuminates your relaxed features, and he softly traces the outline of your face with his thumb. As he continues to caress your cheek, his eyes are drawn to the dark circles under your eyes. He rarely falls asleep after you these days - between his physically demanding occupation and the ever growing number of things you are responsible for at work- he's often the first to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion while you work well into the night. Not to mention that he's had to spend an increasing number of nights away from you, either on challenging missions or accompanying Gojo's students. And while he knows most of your stress comes from being a student, he can't help but feel guilty about all the additional distress his status as a jujutsu sorcerer has caused you.

When you started dating him, you insisted that Shoko teach you how to suture. He hates how much your stitches have improved since then. The neatness of your stitches is a constant reminder of how much you've endured because of him. When he hears you trying to muffle your sobs into a pillow, he swears he can feel his heart crack in his chest, hurting more than any kind of physical wound from battle. Those nights end with him holding you tightly to his bandaged chest, murmuring reassurances and affection into the crown of your head until you've calmed down enough to fall into a fitful sleep. Even when you're unconscious he'll still continue, words morphing into apologies for the sadness he's inflicted upon your shoulders.

Feeling his eyelids being to droop, Nanami presses one last kiss against your forehead before laying down. He wraps his arms around your waist, surrounding you with warmth, hoping that his presence will be enough to keep your nightmares away, at least for tonight. I love you, y/n is the last thought he has before he drifts away, ready to dream of a tropical sunset and a peaceful future with you by his side.

[nakachuchu]

Hot Chocolate | Nanami Kento

SYNOPSIS: AU where Nanami owns a coffee shop.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 748

WRITTEN: 02/02/2021

NOTES: Idea given to me by @zestyleslie @mscravoid @myb25 I went a bit off script, but I hope you still like it :)

You were young—not much younger but you looked like you were much younger. Meanwhile, he looked like he was in his forties when he was only reaching his thirties.

He didn't know you that well, but he knew you were in school and you liked hot chocolate, no matter the season or weather.

You were a regular of his, coming in almost daily before or after class. Sometimes, you would be frantic and frazzled, and he would already have your usual hot chocolate prepared for you by the time you went to order.

"Hi!" you greeted as you walked through the small shop.

He looked up and smiled. "Hot chocolate?"

"Mhm."

"Never going to try anything new?" he questioned as he prepped the stove.

"Why would I? I love your hot chocolate," you said as you sat on a stool by the bar.

"How was class?" he asked.

"It was good!"

He could tell by how much you were smiling, but he decided to ask anyway because he liked hearing your voice.

"Here or to-go?" he asked.

"To-go. I have a meeting with my professor today."

"Understood."

He finished prepping the hot chocolate and placed it into a paper cup with a handle before giving it to you.

"Thank you! I'll see you tomorrow," you said as you left the shop with your hot chocolate.

The next day, you came into the shop, but you seemed down. You didn't greet him as cheerfully as yesterday.

Without question, he whipped up a hot chocolate for you and decided to take a chance today. He wrote his number on a napkin and placed the hot chocolate and the napkin at your usual spot—the bar in front of his workstation.

"Thank you," you murmured, dropping your bag onto the bar and cupping your hands around the warm mug.

He wanted to ask what was wrong but decided to wait it out. Besides, he had other customers and he was a working man on the clock.

When he took all the orders and waited for the coffee beans, he walked over to you, noticing that the hot chocolate was half empty.

"What's wrong?" he questioned.

"Just stressed," you answered.

"School?"

"Mhm. I have a group project and some of the members don't want to do anything. It sucks because if I do all the work, they get credit and don't have to do anything. I'll be the one who's stressed and—"

He placed a hand on top of your head. Granted, it was an accident because he was used to placing his hand on his friend's head to shove him off.

"You're okay," he reassured.

You let out a breath. "Thank you."

Suddenly, your phone rang and the both of you jolted. Nanami's hand retracted and you rushed to grab your phone in your tote bag.

Unfortunately, your tote bag was a mess and you couldn't find your phone, which ended up in your elbow knocking over the hot chocolate.

"Oh—I'm so sorry!" you apologized as you used the napkin to attempt to clean up the mess.

"It's okay. Spills happen. I'm a barista, owner, and busboy," he said as he walked out from the bar to wipe the mess with a rag.

You never did realize that he had written his number on the napkin he handed you, so he tried again the next day.

However, things always seemed to get in the way. He didn't know if it was his luck or your luck, but he was getting agitated.

Sometimes you had to leave in a rush. Other times, you were with people. Occasionally, you didn't come in at all.

Today, you came into his shop again with a smile on your face, and he noticed that you were alone.

When you walked up to him to order—even though you both knew what you wanted—he asked you a question that had your brain short-circuiting.

"Would you go on a date with me?" he asked.

"Uh... Me?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you married?" you asked.

"What made you think that?"

"You're respectful, kind, and you look kind of old," you replied. "But in a good way," you added.

"I'm twenty-seven."

"No way! So you're not married?" you asked.

"I am not."

"Oh—then yes, I'll go on a date with you," you answered. "I'll have to warn you though. I've never been on a date before."

He smiled at you, sliding a mug of hot chocolate toward you. "That's all right. Neither have I."

[honney-pies]

Ma Cherie will be posted September 15th

omg hey guys, so this week was like the worst thing ever, but it's fine. I'm currently at war with this high schooler since he decided to run a red light directly into the side of my car <3

anyway, because of this i haven't been able to apply that much time on writing. luckily i should be done this friday and it going to be a relatively long chapter. right now i'm about a quarter of the way done and i've written 6.8k which is a lot more than anything i've previously done, but because of this i am posting a teaser for the chapter underneath this! i hope you enjoy, muah!!!!

OH - side note - i also spent time rewriting parts of 'birthday girl' to help it make a little more sense!!!

teaser of chapter three: what once was

pairing: inuokku/f! oc

length: 1.02k

When the exchange event came to its conclusion, Kanae hadn’t been as amazing as she had hoped. She didn’t make it to the final round of the one-on-one fights, and she made many mistakes in the group battle. She wished she could have done more, fought more.

She got too ahead of herself and nearly passed out from blood loss. Yuuta had to carry her around for that last part of the group battle, which she was still incredibly embarrassed about. However he assured her many times he didn’t mind it. She had gotten an earful from Yaga and Satoru, Maki had smacked her in the back of the head, Shoko had looked at her endlessly, but kept her thoughts to herself (not before staring at her in a way that made her feel even more embarrassed than she already was), and somehow Nanami even found out and sent her a wall of text telling her not to act that recklessly again. Inumaki had signed so fast she could barely keep up, and she felt awful for making him worry that much. He had sat next to her until Shoko allowed her to leave.

“Try not to pull a stunt like that again, Kanae. Too much paperwork.” Kanae smiled softly, knowing that she was trying to show her concern without outrightly stating it.

“I’ll try not to, Sho-nee.” Shoko nodded and shooed her away the second she got a text from Utahime.

When they went outside, Kanae felt her phone buzz in her pocket

‘Incoming call from edgelord supreme’

“Oh, ‘gumi wh-”

“What did you do?” Kanae paused for a moment. What did I do?

“... huh?” she heard a long sigh on the other end

“Gojo sent me a text saying you wouldn’t be able to get me from school and you’re practically never late.”

“Aw, were you worried about me?” She smiled.

“Nee-san.” She laughed at the huff he let out.

“Ah, um, well I needed to see Shoko. During the event, I pushed myself pretty hard and so I had to stay in the office for a while. But I’m better now!” She looked at Inumaki who showed her the time.

“It’s pretty late, did you just get home?”

“...No.” Kanae let out a sigh.

“Were you bullying kids again?”

“It’s not bullying if they start it, plus you’re the one who told me that bullying works.” She rolled her eyes.

“I said that ‘cause you’d pour ranch, ranch, all over your fries and then wipe your fingers on your shirt. It was gross, and now you don’t use your shirt as a napkin.” Inumaki was laughing quietly next to her as the two continued walking to their respective dorms.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, ‘gumi. Nothing I haven’t done before. You had a test today right? How was it?”

“It was fine, I guess. Boring.” She looked around and noticed that Noritoshi was waiting for her on a bench just outside the dorms.

“Hey, ‘gumi, I gotta go, but I’ll call you back later okay?” He stopped his tangent about this one girl who wouldn’t stop trying to cheat and said okay.

“Can you facetime so I can see the ‘hottie’ you were talking about earlier?”

“Which one?”

“Black hair guy.”

“Oh, Okkotsu. No, he’s in the infirmary right now, but we’ll call you back okay? We’ll introduce you to him soon.”

“Hi, Inumaki-san. Bye, Inumaki-san.” Kanae chuckled before hanging up.

“Toge, you head back first. I’ll be there in a sec.” He nodded, but not before giving her hand a squeeze. Kanae made her way over to her brother and sat down next to him.

“What you did today was reckless.” She groaned.

“Not you too.” He looked over at her, the tiniest traces of a smile on his lips.

“Yes, me too.”

“It’s nothing either of us haven’t done before. I don’t know why everyone is acting as if there won’t be days where I’ll be put in a worse situation.” He sighed and looked at her.

“We all know that being a shaman comes with its occupational hazards, but that doesn’t change how -how idiotic you were acting. You were actively drawing blood out of your body and trying to control it with no medium to ease that burden. That’s dangerous! I know that we all will have to put our lives on the line a million times over for this lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean one should seek out death. There is a difference between risking death to win and being willing to die.” She peeked over at him and saw the furrowed brows, his worry lines creased.

“You sound like my dad.”

“Well Gojo-san is right.” She looks at him with wide eyes before bursting at the seems and letting out a loud laugh.

“I wasn’t talking about Toru, to be specific, I meant in general.” He glanced towards her and frowned.

“He adopted you, did he not?”

“He did.” He nodded his head before looking back over.

“Is he- is he nice?” Kanae looked at him before smiling.

“He’s the best dad I could’ve asked for.” Noritoshi looked down at the ground, a smile fully formed on his lips.

“That’s good.” She glanced at him a couple times before she began to fidget, picking at her nail beds.

“I… I’m sorry for making you worry. I’ll be more careful in the future.” She moved her body to face his. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around him. He froze for a second before wrapping his arms around her.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you and not being a good brother, Kanae.” She felt her emotions bubble their way to the surface.

“I forgive you. It’s not like I was the best sister either. Thank you for being here for me now.” They sat like that for a while, not moving.

That night they opened their hearts for one another, letting each other in. In the future they would slowly grow a bond and finally become the siblings they have longed to be for one another. But that’s the future. Tonight was the first step into becoming a family, towards healing.