#MORE POPULAR THAN BEST MAN NANAMI?

[tender-rosiey]

I CAN’T BELIEVE NAOYA GOT MORE VOTES THAN NANAMI ON THE 3RD POPULARITY POLL

[anastasiabowe]

𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉 — As a broke college student, it’s not wrong to want a rich boyfriend! That doesn’t mean you’re a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.

note: this will be a 3 part series! First one I’ve ever made and may be my last! So please not too much on these writings! Luv you!

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄𝙄

Content Warnings: language, suggestive content

Nanami is a man of morals. He usually keeps his hands and eyes to himself, he holds the door for anyone, women especially, he respects boundaries, and if anything that causes him to think inappropriately he will kindly excuse himself to make sure he doesn’t seem like a creep. But Nanami is just like any man.

Nanami longs for a lover, a wife. He desires children, a family. But in this cruel, sick world, he can’t find a woman who wants him for him. Nanami is one of the top 10 richest men on the planet, he not including himself, but his company in that title.

Every woman he has attempted to date tries to put on their best “I love you for your heart not your money!” act, but it slips the second they tell him “oh no! I forgot my wallet!”

Nanami knows every trick in the book, he knows the look women give him when they are impressed by his wealth, he knows the lip biting they do to show interest in his looks, he knows the voice and excuses they say to make him fall down to their feet, which he never once has done nor will do. He knows it all. So dating people that have seen him before he’s met them makes it all the more boring.

So, when Nanami’s friend, Haibara introduced him to dating apps, he obviously was shook.

“You really had no idea there were dating apps?” Haibara blankly looked at him. Nanami bit his thumb in uncertainty.

He grumbled a little “no.” And his friend smiled. “Then sign up! What can you lose? They don’t have to know what you look like.”

Nanami hated that idea. “No, I want them to know who I am.” His firm voice erased that idea completely from his friends plan.

“Well, 80% of this world knows who you are, that wish you want isn’t going to happen.” Nanami sighed knowingly, just tired from his sad lonely life.

“Haibara, thank you for this..” Nanami thought carefully of his words. “Great discovery, but I think it’s best you head home and I sleep on it.” Haibara understood, and firmly grabbed Nanami’s shoulder on his way out.

“You’ll find her, I know you will.” Nanami placed his hand firmly on Haibara’s in a thank you, and Haibara left.

After Nanami heard Haibara leave, he hurriedly sat down on his couch and opened the dating site.

“RICHTON THE DATING APP FOR THE WEALTHY!”

Nanami quickly laughed at the cringe advertisement, but it was a popular app, so something was working.

Nanami put in his information and had to choose which photos to put on his profile. He chose the first decent ones he could find, not caring too much about perfection, and he was brought up with the interests slide.

He clicked three random ones and pressed continue. The app asked to use his camera to verify his age and photos. Nanami positioned the camera to where it said to and he was verified. The app welcomed him to a very ugly woman.

Nanami had skipped the tutorial at the beginning and just swiped towards the X like he has seen on TV. This app was the definition of a gold diggers dream. Rich men pay to speak with women that aren’t even all that.

Nanami swiped and swiped towards the x. No woman looked like a decent women. They all looked like they seduce men or are prostitutes, maybe both. Nanami frowned seeing all the half naked women.

“Should I really be on this app?” He thought to himself. He continued to swipe, heart sinking each swipe to the left seeing women who don’t know their worth. Ass in the camera more than their face just to get a quick buck. Nanami swiped one more time ready to turn his phone off, and his thumb froze.

A girl with straight hair smiling in what seems to be senior photo. She was in a white summer dress posing in a daisy field. The beach was calm behind her and he couldn’t help but stare at her smile. She seemed so pure, so innocent and that was exactly what he was looking for. He swiped right on her profile and it opened up a message saying:

“YOUR FIRST MATCH! SEND HER A MESSAGE WITH THE AMOUNT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEND!”

Nanami saw a text box and a drop box. The drop box has let Nanami type in the amount he would like to send. The minimum was 5 dollars. He typed in $100 and pressed on the text box.

His thumbs again froze. What should he say? Should he compliment her? Introduce himself? Nanami combined them. He typed.

“Hello, my name is Kento and I couldn’t help but be in absolute awe seeing your photos. You are absolutely beautiful.” He sent it without looking back, this was already hard enough.

Nearly instantly you saw his message and typed.

Y: “Oh my god, you did NOT have to send that much money!”

He imagined your voice as he read your message. He chuckled to himself like a madman and he started typing back.

N: “I wanted to, you are so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”

He nervously tapped his thumbs on the side of his phone waiting for your response.

Y: “I really do appreciate the compliment but $100 is too much, I can’t accept that!”

N: “Too late, I want you to have it, I want to talk to you.”

Y: “You can’t talk to me for free!”

N: “That’s not how this app works..?” Nanami was confused.

Y: “Oh, right.. I forgot you have to pay to chat.”

N: “Please don’t be alarmed by the money, I’m not running out anytime soon😂”

Nanami cringed at himself for using such an emoji, but he wanted you to feel at ease.

Y: “Thank you, you really didn’t have to though. I won’t stop saying that.”

N: “Then let’s change the subject. Why are you on this app?”

You saw his message but didn’t text back. Did he ask a triggering question? You soon started typing, and his nerves came back.

Y: “You know, a broke college student who needs a little extra cash😅”

He chuckled, for a girl who didn’t want a hundred bucks, that’s sure what she was looking for.

N: “Haha, so you won’t mind if I send more?”

Y: “Don’t send more! I’m not that broke😭”

Nanami smiled. He smiled as if you were really there. He imagined having this conversation with you and how hard you would make him laugh with your silly remarks.

N: “Don’t worry, I won’t 😂, but it’s not like you’re going to stop me.”

Y: “I’ll send it back😜✌🏾”

N: “I’ll send it back!”

Y: “And I’ll send it again, it will be a whole thing if you make it💀”

The fact you both were arguing over money is crazy, Nanami never argued with a woman about sending them money. They usually do a “oh no you don’t have to do that!” But will eventually accept. You on the other hand are just outright refusing. Nanami is now intrigued by you.

N: “If you won’t accept my money via here, how about dinner? I’ll pay, and I won’t argue about it when we get there.”

You again took your time typing, very obvious you are unsure.

Y: “Okay… but where are you tryna take me?”

N: “I was thinking…. Hermes?”

Y: “You’re joking!”

N: “What?”

Y: “I can’t afford that!”

N: “You’re not paying.”

Y: “Still, I can’t make you pay for that!”

N: “I want to pay for it, I eat there all the time.”

Y: “Not for two☹️”

N: “I’ve paid for 10.”

Y:“Kento..”

N: “Y/n, please. I want to meet you. You intrigue me, I’ve never met someone like you. I don’t want to seem like a begged, nor do I want to pressure you, but I would love to meet you and enjoy a nice dinner with you.”

Nanami felt desperate even though he just met you not even an hour ago.

The long response time again happened, and Nanami felt like he blew it. The once time he felt like he actually found someone worth the time, he blew it.

Y: “Okay.”

Nanami’s heart fluttered seeing your message.

N: “You will have dinner with me?”

Y: “Yes! I’ll have dinner with you😂”

Nanami felt like a little boy again. He hadn’t felt this excited to ask a girl out since never and it felt good.

N: “How does tomorrow sound? I know that’s soon, but it’s the only day my schedule isn’t busy.”

Y: “Yeah, tomorrow would be great!”

N: “Alright, I’ll see you then!”

Y: “See you!”

+

The next day Nanami felt different. His head was somewhere else, somewhere lighter, happier. He felt… excited? He wasn’t sure, he hasn’t felt this way until his first client offered him half a million dollars as he started his journey in this company.

Nanami played more upbeat music, very different from his normal taste, and he swayed and stepped with every beat to the song as he ironed his clothes. He had opened windows and instead of wincing from the sun hitting his eyes, he smiled.

“What a beautiful morning.” He thought to himself. Nanami must have been in a different place that he didn’t even know was so negative until now. He was looking forward to a dinner with someone. He hasn’t felt that way in years and he just wishes he could meet you right then and there.

Nanami nearly put on his freshly ironed clothes and grabbed his briefcase and blazer. He locked his garage door and headed straight to his black Porsche that he usually doesn’t drive, but today, why not?

Nanami drove to work with a smile on his face. Haibara greeted Nanami as he stepped out of his car and a valet stepped in for him.

“Good morning.” Nanami smiled and Haibara walked beside him.

“Good morning…” Haibara stared at Nanami’s face.

“Did something happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you win the lottery? What’s got you so happy?”

“Haibara.” Nanami stopped and turned towards his friend, “Thank you.”

Haibara wanted to laugh, he didn’t even do anything, right?

“for what” Nanami smiled at Haibara.

“For showing me that ‘app’. I’m going to meet someone for dinner tonight.” Haibara smiled at Nanami.

“That’s great, Kento! What’s her name?”

“Y/n.”

“Hm, is she pretty?”

“Beautiful.”

“Is she rich?”

“Eh..”

“Is she young?”

“Kind of.”

“What do you mean by ‘kind of?”

“She’s… 20..” Nanami purses his lips waiting for Haibara’s reaction.

“20?!” His eyes were wide and he laughed. “You’re 34!”

“She’s very aware of my age.” Nanami said not amused by his friends reaction.

“I mean, hey, if a woman 14 years older than me asked me out, and she was hot, I’d go out worth her too.” Haibara threw his hands up in a ‘what can I say’ pose and Nanami rolled his eyes.

“We meet at 6, so I just need to get through today.” Nanami said more to himself. The happy facade started to break, and he felt the butterflies pool in his stomach.

He was nervous. He hasn’t been on a date with someone he actually wants to meet in over 10 years. He doesn’t remember how to be charismatic, he doesn’t remember how to be enticing and interesting. Work has been the only topic that’s been keeping his conversations alive. He doesn’t talk to anyone about anything personally other than Haibara and that is hard enough.

Haibara saw Nanami. He knew Nanami for nearly 6 years and this was the look of nervousness. He’s seen it countless times, but that’s only because he knows him. He can tell from the slight twitch in his jaw and the subtle fidgeting with his hands.

“Come on Nanami, let’s go to my office.” Nanami nodded and followed Haibara.

+

In Haibaras office, he gave Nanami tips.

“Now I have met countless women. Hard to believe, I know, and I know how to get them wanting more.” Nanami cringed at the thought of his good friend seducing women.

“I’m not trying to get anything from her, I just want to hold a conversation and hopefully get to know her more.”

“Alright, I got you.” Haibara walked over to his whiteboard and wrote “NANAMI’S FIRST DATE”

“This isn’t my first date, Haibara.”

“I know, but you’re acting like it is.”

Nanami nodded in agreement, and Haibara clapped his hands together.

“I have cancelled all meeting that require you to be there, and will have your secretary fill in for the ones that don’t. We have all day to get you ready for your date, alright?”

“Ok.” Nanami replied. Nanami felt silly sitting in the chair and listening to his younger friend teach him how to act right on a date. Nanami usually lets the women talk since he usually doesn’t care too much about them. He usually just lets his colleagues recommend a woman and set up a date. Nanami regrets every single dollar he wasted on the money thirsty women. But he wants to try with you. He wants to talk to you and let you talk. He wants to actually get to know you, maybe even go on more dates and hang out.

“Ok, first step. Do NOT let them talk the whole time. Even if they ramble, try and have a mutual conversation. Sometimes when they ramble, they think it’s because you aren’t interested and they will want to make sure you're still intrested” Haibara took in a huge breath, “OR they are nervous.”

Nanami nodded.

“You just have to read their body language.”

“Well, how will I know if they are nervous or not?”

“You’ll know. If they look around when talking, when they cover their face when talking, when they hold their hands in their lap, if they look tense, come on, you know what nervous looks like.”

Nanami nodded again.

“Use your words, this is practice. Don’t just nod your head,” Haibara mocked him by aggressively nodding his head “say things like ‘I agree’ or ‘I’m listening’ or ask them about whatever they’re talking about so they know you’re listening.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t just say ‘okay’.” Haibara mocked again. “Try and be more creative! Let’s practice.”

Haibara sat down in his seat and tried his best to look more feminine.

“So yeah, me and my friends went mini golfing and I didn’t know what to do so I just sat and watched them play.”

Nanami sat there. What did Haibara want him to say? Haibara looked at him, waiting for a response.

“Oh, well that is very sad.” Nanami said unsure. Haibara sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yep, might as well pay the bill and leave.” Nanami sat there dumbfounded. What was he supposed to say?

“What should I have said instead?”

“Nanami, I can’t tell you what to say, but that would have sent her home crying. You sounded like you didn’t care. You should say something along the lines of ‘did you ever end up knowing how to play mini golf?’ That will at least let her know you’re listening.” Haibara stood up and sighed.

“We have a lot of work to do.”

+

After many hours of preparing, Nanami’s watch chimed. It was 5:30 and he needed to head home and change.

“Thank you Haibara, this was very helpful.” Nanami shook his friends hand and headed towards the front of the office.

“Don’t try too hard! Just let it come out naturally!” Haibara cakes out to Nanami. Nanami smiled back at his friend and Haibara sighed.

“Please don’t screw this up.”

[seonghrtz]

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿!𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼 ; inspired by this fanart.

spider!geto, who before being bitten by the radioactive spider was the most popular boy in high school and the most popular with the girls. 

spider!geto, who despite being popular, had a very small group of friends, including gojo, shoko and you from the third year, and nanami and haibara from the second.

spider!geto, who along with his best friend gojo satoru, was part of a small group of extremely wealthy students at the school.

spider!geto, who was always a dedicated boy and one of the best and brightest students, loved not only for his beauty but also for his intelligence.

spider!geto, who has always had a secret crush on you.

spider!geto, who was bitten on the hand by a spider that had been irradiated by a particle accelerator during a school trip to a laboratory.

spider!geto, who took almost three days to discover his new superpowers, at first denying his new superpowers and trying to find different explanations for what had happened and how.

spider!geto, who has told absolutely nobody about his new powers or what happened on the school trip.

spider!geto, who started out using his web for mundane things (like turning off his alarm clock or reaching for something across the room), but changed his mind when he saved two little girls from being attacked in the early hours of the morning during one of his rounds when he couldn't sleep. so he started using his power for good, helping people whenever he could.

spider!geto, who eventually appeared in the newspaper under the name 'spider-man' and eventually stuck with the codename, although he also wished to remain anonymous in his actions to protect the city.

spider!geto, who made his own costume by hand after a lot of research into fabrics and sewing. and knowing that you are interested in fashion and design, and that you used to draw croquettes and sew, he took the opportunity to get some tips from you and spend a little more time with you.

spider!geto, who first saved you from being mugged as you left a café where you worked at night. he even thickened his voice to avoid being recognised by you.

spider!geto, who one of the first things he thought of when he came back from a fight was that you might be able to help him with his bandages. so he went to your flat, which was luckily close by, and ended up climbing through the window into your room and scaring you. you were desperate at first with all the bruises he had and all the blood on his clothes.

spider!geto, who doesn't reveal his identity at first and lets you clean and bandage his wounds with his mask, which was intact unlike the rest of his uniform.

spider!geto, who felt his heart race every time you touched him. he couldn't help it and fell even more in love with you.

spider!geto, who started coming to your apartment when he was injured, even if it was just a small cut on his arm or a scratch on his leg.

spider!geto, who, during one of his visits to your apartment, ended up getting a new superhero costume made by you. the costume was red and black and of much higher quality than his old costume.

spider!geto, who ended up kissing you in an alley, in the rain, after saving you from a second mugging in the same café where you almost got mugged the first time.

spider!geto, who not only visited you when he was injured, but also after his night patrols.

spider!geto, who wants to keep his identity a secret from you, for fear that you'll move away from him or completely lose your friendship and everything you've built up, whether he's just geto suguru or spider-man.

spider!geto, who, despite his double life, remains one of the school's best students and always manages to hide it perfectly when he's injured.

spider!geto, who had no idea that you had known about spider-man's true identity for a long time (and just decided to keep it a secret).

© SEONGHRTZ, 2023ㅤ⸻ㅤall rights reserved. please do not copy / steal / translate / modify any of my works !

[celestie0]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

please read my blog’s rules before proceeding to my works! happy reading!

note 1. if you want to read through asks from readers that i’ve answered for any of my series, you can search with just the hashtag of the fic’s name! (ex #kickoff or #in another life, etc. w spaces if applicable!)

note 2. i don’t have a set update schedule for any of my stories, i basically just update whenever i finish chapters. if the story is still listed here, then it’s still ongoing and has not been discontinued

⟦ 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁! ⟧ ↓ ↓ ↓

𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂

kickoff [updated 3.15.24, wc 72.6k] ∘ soccer player gojo 𝗑 film major reader — college au | fluff, angst, smut ➸ masterlist

quest. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

in holy matriphony [updated 4.20.24, wc 7.8k] ∘ neighbor & realtor gojo x nurse reader — fake marriage au | fluff, angst, smut ➸ ch1 :: ch2 (pending)

quest. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency dept, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, n have been taking care of your sick mom ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗼

in another life [updated 4.4.24, wc 10.2k] ∘ bass player choso 𝗑 reader ft. fiancé nanami — punk rock au | fluff, angst, smut ➸ ch1 :: ch2 (pending)

quest. you and choso were lovers in college when him and his rock band were just nobodies with nothing but a dream, but when his band strikes a deal with an up-and-coming record label in tokyo, you make the tough decision to break up with him since you couldn’t go with him to the city. flash forward seven years, his band is the biggest rock band in the world, n you move from the countryside to tokyo with your fiancé nanami to start your new life together. but in the heart of the city, home to many, there’s one person there that still has the power to turn your whole life upside down. and when you run into him again after all those years, feelings you didn’t know were still haunting you come crashing back all at once, and you’re not sure what it is you want from your life anymore.

[these are all the ongoing series i have rn!]

[preeningpisces]

Unwind Me - Nanami x Chubby!Reader

Notes: In honor of my Nanami headcanons being the most popular, I wanted to dedicate my first fic to him!

Highly recommend listening to Anxious by Ginuwine to set the mood

Content: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship, f!reader, ya'll are sappy & in loooove

Crossposted on AO3

18+ content below, mdni, & enjoy 🧡

Freshly bathed, you fold and organize your clothes, humming a tune to distract yourself. The week was chaotic and today was exhausting, but you made it through and now have the weekend ahead of you. Your fiance, who is typically more dutiful than you, takes the basket off the bed and sets it aside. Ignoring the pile of clothes, he embraces you with arms wrapped around your waist.

“Yes?” You drawl, leaning your head back against his shoulder; he smells as clean as you feel. Kento hums and walks you back towards the bed, where he guides you to sit and lie back with a playful push. Your smile morphs into a grin, then giggling as your lover crawls over you, expression mirroring your own. His head tilts as if aiming for your lips, but lands on your neck, making you sigh. The kiss is soft, only brushing your skin, more akin to a breath than a touch. The tip of his nose trails a short line stopping just under your ear, where he captures the lobe with soft lips. 

The slow, thoughtful traces torment you with arousal, but you know rushing him is foolish. Forcing yourself to be patient, your fingers dance along the planes of his body—not as gracefully as he touches you, but still appreciative in your own way. Yearning blooms in your core when his muscles flex and contract beneath your fingertips, as strong and reliable as he is. To your surprise, he tugs at your bathrobe. Seducing you for sex is standard for Kento, but trying to undress you so soon is unusual enough to rouse your curiosity.

“Eager?” The robe peels apart, and you lift yourself to aid him. 

“Always,” he says as tosses the robe away, then nestles into your shoulder. He spends all-too long brushing and tracing, his touch ghostlike. “The laundry can wait.” Ah, he’s very eager tonight. It doesn’t come as a surprise. Work stressed you so much this week you’d pass out after dinner almost nightly. Kento was understanding, as he always is, but it’s been over a week since you’ve had sex. You’re feeling needy, too.

“But your shirts will get wrinkly,” you tease, knowing how fussy he is about his clothes.

“I’ll iron them.” The tepid response and the ticklish brush of your breasts make you laugh. He’s still clothed, while you’re naked, and it makes you feel vulnerable in all the best ways.

An impatient huff demands he kiss you, but he continues mapping out your body. Miffed by his stubbornness, you grab his hair to steal the kiss yourself, but he leans out of reach. With squeeze to your wrist he coaxes you to release him, allowing him to leave the bed and pull up the nearby chair. You give him a lecherous grin as he rolls his shirt sleeves to his elbows to reveal his sculpted forearms; the grin deepens when he loosens his tie and unfastens the top two buttons of his shirt. Hot thrill dances through you when he sits in front of you, his legs spread slightly. You expect him to grab you by your hips and partake in you like a man starved, but he does not. Instead, he leads you by your ankle, propping your foot on his lap where you feel his rising excitement. 

Your brows shoot to your hairline, not sure why he has you naked on the bed with your foot resting on his boner. Honestly, you never pegged him as a foot guy. Before you can decide how you feel about your fiance having a foot fetish, he’s pouring the contents of a vial into his palm. He spreads substance over each hand, then coats your foot. Recognizing the consistency as oil, you’re relieved he wasn’t asking for a footjob. 

The press of his thumb makes you moan so deeply it’s borderline pornographic; the reaction makes him smile. Deliberate pulses roll into your arches, reaching for every ache in your flesh. You melt into the mattress from the sensation and the adoration you feel towards him: the thoughtfulness, the care, the consideration. It doesn’t help the way he looks at you as he works, his gaze nothing short of enamored. 

“You’re an absolute angel and a dream,” you say as you sink into the plush mattress, a rather pricey one Kento insisted was worth the investment. “What did I do to deserve such a good man?” Opting to focus on the massage, and never one to accept compliments, he remains silent. His fingers lace with your toes, and gently rotate your foot, easing tension you didn’t even realize you had. Then he stretches your ankles, pressing them at varying angles, your nerves lighting with a pleasant burn. “Why are you so good at this?” 

“Googled it,” he says casually, as if this isn’t the sweetest thing a man could do. “You’ve been stressed lately, I thought you needed to unwind.” Mindful, Kento treats your other foot with the same care. You flinch when he thumbs just above your ankles, which are surprisingly tight. Before moving up your calves, he places a few kisses on your toes, making you squeak and almost kick him. 

“Kento!” He only laughs.

Now you understand why massages are a seduction technique: he hasn’t kissed you, let alone touch anywhere erotic, and you’re already aching for him. Normally you’d desire nothing more than to pull him on the bed and sit yourself right on his cock, but you’re so relaxed you’d rather allow him to do as he pleases. 

Once he’s satisfied with his work, he slips one calf on his shoulder and leans forward until he’s on top of you; breast squished by your thigh almost uncomfortably. The fabric of his trousers irritates your pussy, but you pay it no mind when you feel his bulge. Hair tickles your neck when he lavishes it with kisses, and you buck against him and wrap your arms around his broad back. Tensions rise when he grunts in your ear, reciprocating with a roll of his own. This only lasts a few moments before he frees himself and abandons you to sit against the headrest. Resisting your lazy haze, you peel yourself from the mattress and crawl to join him, his warmth calling to you. You attempt to straddle him, but he stops you. 

“Turn around for me,” he says with a twirl of his finger, and a look of promise. You comply, but before you can lean back, he places a throw pillow between your bodies. Aware of your confusion, he says, “so you’re comfortable.” Kento wraps his arms around your shoulders, cupping your jaw to angle you and give you what you’ve been craving. The kisses are slow and deep, the delay making them all the sweeter. Tongues touch sparingly, only dipping briefly or skirting along the seam.

“I want you to touch yourself,” he murmurs as he adjusts behind you, hooking his foot around your ankle to spread your leg, your second pushed open with a press to your soft inner thigh. 

“Kento,” you say in mock offense, “so dirty tonight.” Your fingers trail down to your center where you’re so wet you both hear the sticky sound of contact. Lips spread, you idly trail along the folds, making him suck in a breath. Surprise tingles in your spine when he presses his palms into your shoulders.

“Don’t stop.” It’s difficult to focus on your movements while he massages your muscles, but the gentle command compels you to obey and give your best effort. Your sounds increase tenfold, unused to the mixture of these sensations. “You can do it, don’t lose focus now.” His encouragement awakens a need for his approval. The pillow, while doing a lovely job of supporting your lower back, denies you the pleasure of feeling his erection. It takes several moments for you to stroke your clit properly, but eventually you glide in tandem with Kento’s touch. A well-placed press into a knot makes your stomach lurch and tighten. It almost feels too good.

Upping the intensity, you rub circles around your bud, gathering and sweeping your essence to hasten the movement. Your pussy clenches around nothing, empty, longing to be stretched. The mere thought of Kento’s thick cock splitting you open makes you whimper. Frustrated, you bite your lip.

“You haven’t put them inside you at all, have you?” he asks, as if sensing your problem. You nod, and he doesn’t hesitate to snake his arm around to meet you. “Were you waiting for me? Do my fingers feel better than yours?” 

“Fuck, yes. They feel so much better.” His fingers trace the rim of muscles, appreciating your slipperiness and teasing the hole, now trembling in anticipation.

“Keep doing what you’re doing for me, okay?” With no further warning, his fingers sink into you sharply, making you throw your head back with a keen. A squeeze to your hip reminds you to continue when your touch fumbles. “God, you’re soaked,” he groans into your neck, relishing how wet his fingers become.

“It’s all for you—please don’t stop.”

“Eager?” He mimics you coyly. Seated behind you, his fingers barely reach past your g-spot, so he relentlessly strokes the spongy tissue.

“You touched my feet, of course I am. And you’re knuckle-deep in my pussy.”

“Crude as always,” fondness warms the disapproving words. You don’t respond, because he’s caressing your insides, pulling sounds from you. The attention makes you fuzzy, and your head lulls on his shoulder. Wet sounds and soft moans fill the silence. Kento’s hot breath on your ear makes reality even more distant. 

Before you can enjoy what your fiancé offers, he’s sliding out of you and reaching for the nightstand. You whine his name, but he is quick to ease your suffering. A smooth, rubbery texture that is all too familiar bumps your fingers, and wordlessly asks to take over. As soon as you comply, it whirs to life and sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Loosening his grip, he prompts you to hold the device and resumes the massage, now fixating on your knots. 

“Ah!” You arch your back, but his firm hold on your shoulders prevents you from straying. The reaction doesn’t deter him, as his thumbs roll into your rhomboids, which would have made you crumble if he wasn’t supporting you. “Ooooh, Kento, that feels amazing.” To appreciate his efforts and remain coherent, you keep the vibrator on a low setting. The pitch in his breathing tells you how the words affected him, his ardency even more obvious when he sucks your neck with surprising force. A kiss tends to the wound before he repeats on the other side, lips worshipping your skin. Next, he eases the aches in your traps, transforming you into putty.

“Turn it up, sweetheart,” the request makes you clench, and you do as asked. The thrum makes you whimper and squirm while he grunts, the pillow grazing his cock. “You’re so tense here. Is the pressure alright?” The question makes you flutter; while dirty talk excites you like anyone else, nothing turns you on more than Kento’s attentiveness. You nod vigorously.

“It’s perfect-ah-I think my boobs pull on them,” he maintains his pace and pressure, mouthing at your jaw.

“Makes sense.” He cups your heavy breasts, supporting them before rolling your nipples. “I can’t say I don’t appreciate them, as selfish as that is.” He squeezes them cheekily, and you murmur his name in appreciation. One hand rests on your neck, pulling your head back and urging you to present your lips. This kiss is the messiest of the night as you spill all your noises into his mouth, tongues and teeth flirting; right breast teased as he rolls and pinches your nipples at random intervals.

“Fuck, baby,” you whine after he sucks your lip into his mouth and twists your nipple, now shamelessly bucking against your toy and subsequently rubbing his cock through the pillow. Buzzing circles around your clit, you smear your wetness loudly enough for Kento to hear. Your breathing picks up, becoming choppier and pitching higher; your eyes squeeze shut as you chase the high. Kento reaches down and ups the setting two notches, making your head roll to the side with a shout.

“Going to cum?” He asks, even though he knows the answer—he just wants to hear you say it. When you don’t respond, he tugs your hair, forcing your head back up. “Look at me,” his voice is low and breathless with exhilaration. You force your eyes wide open, graced with his intense stare. Brows furrowed, eyes dark and blown with desire. You’re about to answer, but the grip on your hair and the look on your lover’s face make you fall apart. Despite your best efforts, your eyes fly closed as you shudder through your orgasm with a silent, but open mouth.

“Good girl,” he coos, kneading your breast and nipple as you come. Excited, he grinds his throbbing cock against the pillow, searching for relief. Delight floods your heart when you he praises you. After several moments of panting as you come down, he says hotly into your ear: “can you do it again?” You tug him down for a sloppy kiss.

“Mm hmm,” already rolling against the vibrator again. Occasionally, you jerk and remove it from sensitivity, but you can’t resist the temptation to come again. “You’re making me greedy,” your voice lilts with humor.

“It’s not greedy—it’s what you deserve,” he says, and urges you forward onto your stomach, one of your arms trapped beneath you to keep hold of the toy. Lying on your vibrator is odd, but it doesn’t dull the pleasure, and the position makes grinding easier. Kento attends to the muscles in your back he couldn’t reach before, your moans stifled by the comforter. Seeing your hips move, chasing your pleasure makes him harden more than he thought himself capable. The sight of your ass and thighs is almost too much for him to handle.

His fingers don’t shy away from the soft rolls of your back, neither lingering nor avoiding. Kento has always treated your body with respect, never fetishizing, while simultaneously making you feel like the sexiest woman alive. Thoughts of his reverence only make you more desperate to come, eagerly humping your toy, unknowingly tormenting Kento with the display. He had been working on your lats, but as if compelled, he lands an appreciative smack on your ass just to watch the flesh jiggle.

The impact makes you whimper and push back against his hand, wanting more. Your reaction makes him smile—how can he deny you when you ask so sweetly? He traces the spot, drawing more tingles to the surface. The muscles of your back and shoulders tense—waiting. It’s only when they relax he rewards you with a second, hitting the same spot as before. You purr, one of your legs curling behind him. Large hands squeeze both cheeks, enjoying the thick flesh between his fingers. Your heartbeat jumps when you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling and the undoing of his zipper. He slides his fingers into you, which you rock back against, not immediately realizing it wasn’t his cock.

“I want your cock,” you say almost petulantly, the blanket stifling your dissent as you meet his thrusts with fervor. “I’m ready for you. Please, just fuck me.”

“Not yet,” he places apologetic kisses on your back and shoulders. “I want you to cum again.” His fingers pulse against your g-spot, keeping a targeted, unrelenting pressure.

“Well, I’d cum faster if you put your dick in me,” you quip with a look over your shoulder, as awkward as it is from your position. This earns you another swat to your ass, which makes you grin. Knowing he won’t budge, you steel yourself and turn the setting up a notch. You mewl, and would have jerked away, but he presses your lower back down, trapping the vibrator between you and the bed. His fingers speed up, matching the intensity of the new setting. “Shit, shit, shit-” you cry, both chasing and running away from the sensations.

The bed dips as Kento hovers over you, and whispers in your ear, “you’re alright; relax, sweetheart.” Despite his soothing words, his fingers don’t relent. “Breathe,” his voice is even lower, and his fingers stroke with more precision. His cock rests between your ass cheeks, which you wiggle to egg him on. Every muscle in your body is straining, on the brink of snapping, but you have complete trust in him—you always trust Kento.

Just when you’re ready to let loose, he pulls his fingers from you, and the spear of his cock silences the complaint that bubbles on your lips. The sudden stretch elicits the perfect sting, causing you to yelp. So wound up, it only takes three shallow thrusts to make you come with a full body shudder. The squeezing of his cock makes Kento growl, and waste no time rolling his hips against your ass, his elbows resting on either side of you.

“Fuck, oh, fuck—Kento!” You grip the sheets with your free hand, as overstimulation sets in, the other becoming cramped from the odd position and your weight. His hand pins yours to the bed, intertwining your fingers as he pants in your ear. The room fills with a cacophony of noises: grunts, moans, sticky wetness, and the slap of his pelvis against your soft body. Still wet with your excitement, he taps at your lips in question. You open your mouth, happily receive the gift—licking and sucking his fingers lewdly, the way you treat his cock.

“Haa,” he breathes shakily as he removes his fingers. “You squeeze me so tight—shit,” he groans and rests his head rests next to yours, and wraps you in a hug as he grinds deeply, barely pulling out. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.”

“Good,” you clench around him, “I want you to cum; I want you to cum inside me.” The response makes him groan, and fuck you harder. The vigor of his thrusts causes you to release the vibrator, now left to vibrate against the sheets and your thigh, which Kento hasn’t seemed to notice. His thrusts become sloppier, his deep sounds slip into a breathy tenor, signaling his approaching release. You aid him by bearing down when he enters, and squeezing as he retreats, earning you a softly whined swear. He pushes himself up and away from you, pulling out once more, squeezing the base of his cock to control himself.

Quickly, he rolls you over onto your back and re-enters you, setting a rapid pace. He snatches the vibrator, clicks it two settings higher—almost at its max—before pressing it against your overused clit, and you arch off the bed with a shout. Deciding that wasn’t enough, Kento pushes your chubby mound upward, exposing even more of your pussy to the sensations. This makes you thrash, the feeling so intense you don’t know what to do with your limbs.

“You’re so beautiful—I love you so much,” admiration grits through clenched teeth. His thrusts become more passionate, and his voice more wanton. You raise yourself to your elbows, giving yourself the leverage to meet his thrusts.

“I love you too!” you squeal when he rubs the vibrator in circles, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. “I need you-” you gasp, losing track of your thoughts. “Fuck, I need you t-to cum in me,” a shiver wracks his body, and he nods drunkenly. “Need you to fill my pussy up.” These are the magic words, because Kento surges forward to kiss you almost aggressively. The two of you rock and pant into each other, and suddenly you’re both exclaiming your release, unsure who came first. Warmth floods inside as he pumps his cum into your depths, filling you entirely. There’s more than usual from the brief respite in your sex-life, you note with perverse glee.

Kento turns the vibrator off and tosses it aside, before laying beside you and trapping you in his sturdy arms. You take his hand in your own, and press your thumb into the meat of his palm, rolling out the tension. He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. The two of you remain connected, needing to be close, and enjoy the comfort of each other’s bodies in peace.

“I want to give you a back rub during sex, too,” you eventually disrupt the tranquil mood. “The only solution is to peg you, I’m afraid.” Kento smothers your face in his chest to silence you and your cackle.

“No.”

“Say what you want, but your dick twitched just now.” Kento shakes his head and pulls out, his cum following and seeping into the comforter. “I’m running a bath,” he announces and leaves the bedroom. You call out to him with an outstretched hand, but it flops, too boneless to argue.

“Will you at least carry me?”

Though you can’t see it, Kento smiles. “I said you needed to unwind, didn’t I?”

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[em1e]

༝  you know, i really like you, but are you like . . y’know?

家入 // DYLTGIR ⠀ ༝ ༝ ieiri shoko ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1.8k words ⠀ ⚠︎ modern!au where everything is fine, no pronouns but implied fem!reader bc of the song, in their early 20’s? suggestive kinda maybe idk man i just work here, alcohol consumption ⠀ — shoko loves retelling how the two of you got together.

contrary to popular belief, shoko ieiri was a lightweight. 

as much as she likes to drink and smoke and brag about how she could outdrink any of the boys in front of you, she takes five shots back to back and you know you’ll be dragging her to bed with more effort than you’d like. 

but, she’s having fun, and so are her friends, so who are you to really be upset when she has a pretty flush to her cheeks and she’s giggling like a schoolgirl? 

“can ya tell the story of how you two met again?” gojo slurs out, leaning most of his weight on nanami, who just pushes him off with a scowl. gojo bounces from one shoulder to the next, into geto who welcomes him with a small smile. 

it’s childlike, the way he asks, like he’s begging for a bedtime story from his parents rather than the embarrassing retelling of what brought you and shoko together. 

your own cheeks are warm despite not touching a drop of alcohol, waving in front of you dismissively, “you already know the story, gojo, i dunno why you ask for it everytime you’re drunk.” 

“but geto doesn’t!” he shakes his friend by the shoulder as if to emphasize this, and you fear geto might puke from the sudden movement, “he wasn’t ‘round when you two met, ‘member?” 

you do, vividly remember how shoko would complain to you about gojo complaining to her about geto going on a ‘sudden spiritual journey and leaving them behind’, but you think maybe now isn't the time to bring it up. 

and shoko’s interest has been piqued enough to your current conversation that she draws away from nanami with a giggle, arm wrapping around your own as she leans forward. 

“you wanna know how we met?” 

“‘f’course,” geto slurs out, now leaning against gojo. if anyone knocks into the two, they’d both go down in a heaping pile of lanky limbs. 

“i don’t think-” you start, only to be shushed by gojo. 

“she’s gon’a tell my favorite part!” 

you roll your eyes, sending a pleading glance to nanami as if he’d ever have any amount of control over them, but he just shrugs and slides over the whiskey he’d been drinking. before you’re even able to touch the cup, shoko’s grabbing it and swinging it back into her mouth with a click of her tongue and a boop to your nose. 

“nuh uh, you’re drivin’, ‘member?” 

in your defense, you weren’t going to take a sip of the drink, but it still makes you pout how quickly she took it away. at least she’s distracted from the story –

“gojo ‘nd i were out drinking,” she starts, and you visibly deflate at the start of her recount. 

༝ ༝ 

shoko was honestly surprised she managed to convince gojo to come out after such a disastrous midterm she is sure they both butchered. she knows he’s been down since geto dipped and the untimely failure was surely not going to bring his spirits up, but what broke college student doesn’t love to get drunk on a weekend? especially when your best friend offers to pay? 

she thinks her offer is what really got him to come out, and he seems at least a little happy to be out of the house; not burrowed under five different blankets with a tub of melted ice cream at his side, flipping through the same four streaming services before ultimately doom scrolling on his phone. 

it’s a nice change, she thinks. 

and when he leaves for a second to get the pair of them another round of shots, she spots you. 

pretty, with your hair styled nicely out of your face with a hot form-fitting outfit that hugs you nicely. she’s surprised she isn’t drooling. you catch her eye, offer a meek smile and turn away just as gojo comes back with the shots. shoko’s eyes haven’t left you, though. 

gojo slides her the glass and she catches it without looking away, bringing the rim to her lips and tipping her head back until the liquid’s past her tongue, warmth spreading further through her body after it being her second (or third? how many had gojo passed her?) shot. 

“you like ‘em?” gojo asks after shooting back his own, wiping at his mouth and following his friend's  gaze. 

“‘s cute.” she comments, but gojo can see the heart-eyes forming in her iris. he grins. 

“i can go talk ‘em up for ya, if you want-” 

that pulls her attention from you quick, eyes snapping to meet his, “absolutely not.” 

“why not?” he straightens his shoulders as if he’s really considering going, “they are pretty cute. might have to talk to ‘em myself-” 

gojo moves to step away from the table they’d laid claim to but before he can fully maneuver his way around, he’s being pulled back by shoko, who narrows her eyes and fixes her own little black dress with a pointed finger, “you are not ruining this for me.” 

and she makes her way to where you were previously hovering, eyes scanning over every warm body until she finally spots you sitting alone, finger running around the rim of your glass as if you were bored out of your mind. 

shoko could fix that. surely, definitely could fix that. 

she slides into the seat across from you, smile already on her cheeks when your eyes shift from the glass to her. 

“hi,” she starts, glad the warmth from the alcohol is buzzing under her skin enough to give her the boost she needs to be friendlier than usual. a look to the side and she catches gojo’s  lingering stare, a smirk on his face as he cheers her on with a nod of his head, and it’s enough to spur her on further, “you here all alone?” 

you smile besides yourself, hiding it when you look down at your lap. your fingers still tap tap tap at the rim of your glass, “i’m not,” you offer, “my friends are on the dancefloor and ‘m not much of a dancer.” 

noted, shoko’s smile only seems to widen, “really? ‘m sure you dance just fine.” 

you wave a hand absentmindedly in front of you with a scrunch of your nose, “nope, not me. i’m just here for the booze.” 

“then let me buy you one?” shoko offers, eyes flitting to the cup you’d been nursing, “you don’t seem like a bourbon type to me. i’m thinking you’d like . . a strawberry daiquiri? or maybe a mojito? i can make a mean sex on the beach, too, if . . that’d be something you’re into?” 

the implication isn’t lost on you; leaves you pausing for a second as if in thought, opening your mouth to say something then thinking better of it before bringing the glass to your lips and tipping your head back, drinking the entirety of it in one go. 

shoko’s impressed at how you don’t cringe at the taste, head tilting as she waits for your reply to her offer. 

“you don’t recognize me, do you?” 

shoko can’t help the way her brows furrow at the question, head turning further as she scans over your face. sure, maybe you look familiar? you could be in her econ class, or even her physics class, both are at eight in the morning and she’s hardly alive at that point of the day – the bar’s so dimly lit, too, who is she to really say? 

“i can’t say i do,” she says finally, sitting up straighter, “should i?” 

you smile again, bashful and pretty as you lean forward but look away from her, gesturing for her to lean forward as well. shoko does so without hesitation, eyes on your lips when you bring your hand towards your face like you’re getting ready to spill a juicy secret. 

“we’ve met before,” you almost whisper the words, and shoko’s glad she knows how to read lips or she fears she wouldn't catch the way they leave your tongue, “we went on a date like last year.” 

you lean back, almost impressed with yourself at how she remains hovering forward, searching your face for any sign of it being a lie. 

then, she’s on damage control, “i would've remembered a date with someone as pretty as you.” 

another smile is on your lips, “i changed my style up a bit. s’okay if you don’t recognize me, especially in this lighting.” you half gesture up to the flickering neon lights hanging around the establishment. 

“well . . what if we tried it again? ‘m sure i could make it up to you with that strawberry daiquiri?” 

her offer is quite tempting, but still, you can’t help but tease, “we slept together, y’know? one night stand and you left before i even woke up.” 

you almost pout as you recount the night, and shoko’s brows cannot raise any higher on her face from surprise when you add, “especially when it was so good.” 

the sex? or the date? she wants to ask, but this hardly seems like the time when you’re looking at her the way you are. 

“well how ‘bout another chance? ‘m not above begging.” shoko thinks gojo has been rubbing off on her, because surely these words are not leaving her lips. you’re just so fucking pretty, how could she skip out on another potential chance? 

she holds her breath when you smile, head tilting as you think and think and think. 

“sure,” you say finally, with a shrug, “as long as i get that strawberry daiquiri?” 

shoko can’t stop the grin from forming on her face, looking over her shoulder to send a wink to gojo, who’s already into his own flirty conversation with some blonde. 

“let’s get outta here.”

༝ ༝ 

shoko’s full weight is pressed happily into your side when she finishes retelling the story, with gojo and geto in a fit of giggles across from the two of you, while nanami left in the middle of the story to get another round of drinks for the table. 

nanami makes it back just as the story concludes, and shoko’s quick to grab her next shot from the table as he sets the glasses down, swinging it back before she’s pressing into your side again with her head on your shoulder. 

“don’t act like you’re not happy you gave me ‘nother chance.” 

she leans up and messily presses a kiss to your cheek, and you can smell the alcohol she’d just drank on her tongue. tequila. nanami must hate you, because tequila means you’ll be sitting in the bath for an extra thirty minutes promising her you love her while she giggles (or pukes into the trash can you’ll need to pull beside the tub). 

“never said i’m not happy.” you assure her with a smile,  turning your head to press your lips to her own. 

she grins at the contact, cupping your cheek clumsily, and you think there’s no one you’d rather be with. 

[rembrenpaver]

Something many ppl could ask themselves is why is tough alive if he's dead and many ppl could go the easy route of saying that he's only dead in the movie.

The thing is, he's not, he's not only dead in the movie, he has always been dead in all Utena media. Touga saved Utena from drowning by drowning himself in the first chapter in the manga, in the anime Juri tells the story of the boy that drowned trying to save a girl, to which the camera focuses on Touga, and in the movie we see it.

So why is Touga 'alive' if he's dead? For the same reason Akio is, he's the ideal of a prince, he's alive because there's people in this world that clinger to that idealized version of him.

Anthy and Utena cling to Akio. Utena, Saionji and Nanami cling to Touga.

Anthy clinged to his brother for when they were kids, her prince and tried to save him, failed and now that same prince is dead and has been for a long time. That dead prince walks among the living now corrupted and trying to fill the role of a prince that cannot be filled.

Utena clings to the ideal of the prince who saved her and the same role she would imitate. And on the other side of the coin, Utenas ideal of the prince is at conflict with Touga, mixing in her memory two different people that made the first moves so that she could leave her first coffin, thinking now that Touga could have been her prince and gifting him that role too.

Saionji clings to the memories of Touga, his best friend, the one above him, better than him, the one that's better at kendo, more popular, braver, smarter, the one who he shared his childhood with.

And Nanami, oh Nanami, she clings to a fake constructed memory of a perfect brother, the one and only perfect man in her life, the brother who played with her, the one that cared about her, unlike her parents, and clings to the one thing that made her special, family bonds.

She's also the only one that remembers a short haired Touga, no other character remembers Touga like that, whether he ever had short hair before arriving to his adoptive parents house or if it's a reminder on how distorted Nanami's memories are I can't say for sure.

But that ideal is fake and it gets destroyed completely as we progress in the story. Utenas rejects Tough as his prince and fights for herself, Saionji realizes that Touga wasn't the top of the chain, he too could be overpowered, he could act irrationally too, he wasn't perfect, he could love.

And Nanami gets the worse, first thinking the only thing that made her special was fake, she wasn't her sister and as such then she's nothing to him, that it was their parents that urged Touga to treat her like a brother, realizing what her relationship could have become that went far from a familiar bond and of course, thanks to Akio, crossing that same boundary in the Chairman's Car.

In the end, in a world when only Utena was clinging to him he seemed more like a ghost than him. Nanami doesn't exist as we know her, Saionji and the rest of the Council doesn't seem to remember him and in the end, once Utena let go, he disappeared.

Once the ideal memory died he finally died too.

[karlwriting]

How Nanami Kento shows you his love

featuring - Nanami

Warning - SFW + NSFW

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SFW

Nanami is the kind of man who observes you in detail. He can already tell what you like to eat during a company dinner. But be reminded that he is only interested to observe you, he doesn’t really care about the other colleagues. Your frowns, the blinks in your eyes after eating something delicious - Nanami captures them all. Behind his intense gaze, his mind is already contemplating which restaurants he should take you for dinner.

‘The mochi of this restaurant is really nice’ you feel surprised at the softness of the strawberry flavour mochi, at the same time feeling sad that it’s already the last piece on the table.

“Can we have 2 more servings of the strawberry mochi please?” Nanami waves at the waiter.

‘My man is the best.’ You wink at Nanami.

“I didn’t know Nanami san loves sweets?” A few colleagues are surprised at Nanami’s order cuz usually he avoids sweets at the office.

“I just happened to wanna try something sweet.” His gaze falls on you when he finishes the sentence. He won’t say that the reason of the order is that he saw your cute reaction after eating the mochi - your lifted eyebrows due to the deliciousness, and how you sigh at the empty plates.

Nanami cares about your health over everything, both mentally and physically. Before dating, he saw you always came to work starving and having stomachache, which worried him for a couple of days. He even did some research at home about indigestion and gastric problems that worried him even more. But at the end he got to know that your stomach problem is simply caused by skipping breakfast.

“Good morning everyone” you come to work as usual, but there’s one thing unusual this morning- a strawberry cream filled bread and a box of strawberry milk are placed neatly on your desk. Did someone accidentally put them here? But it happens to be your favourite flavour.

“Y/n, come into my office after you finish the bread and the milk.” Nanami walks back to his office after saying this.

‘Did i do something wrong? I remember i drafted the contract perfectly yesterday?!’ You almost panic cuz he is known to be a perfectionist in the company, but you still manage to finish the breakfast happily then go in to find the perfectionist.

Nanami is standing near the couch, patiently waiting for you to come in. He guides you to sit on the sofa. As you sit obediently, expecting him to point out your mistakes, he says something other than work.

“Do you like them? I mean the bread and the milk.”

“Heh?… yes, the sweetness of the bread is just perfect, and the milk is fresh.”

“Hmm, Great, then i will get you these every morning. Don’t skip breakfast ever again.” You are surprised to see Nanami ‘the cold guy’ chuckles at your response, also stunned by his handsome face.

“Why do you treat me this good?” You ask with blushed cheeks, heart beating with anticipation.

“Isn’t it obvious? ” He sits down beside you, your thighs almost touching each other. He continues saying without moving his eyes from you -“What kind of man buys breakfast for a girl he doesn’t like?”

Nanami becomes a more easygoing person especially when he is with you. He is known to be the most serious, stoic, and rational human being in the company. Most of the colleagues respect him but fear him at the same time, cuz he can be super straightforward to point out their mistakes. But you, your existence melts him down and change his temperature from -10 °C to 36.5 °C. Even hotter on bed that you are the one getting melted.

“Look, It’s Nanami san! I wonder who he is texting now.” the girls from other department gather at the lobby just to see Nanami. And you, as known as his girlfriend, is the one he is texting.

‘Me!! Your crush is texting me!!’ You really want to shout it out loud. Having a popular man as your boyfriend is kinda hard, especially when he is your superior who works in the same department.

“Wait, did i just see him giggling? Omg he is so cute i have never seen him giggle! He is too cold to me! I thought his facial muscles are paralysed” One of the girls complains and you heard it all.

“You are so cold” You sent it to Nanami just to tease him.

“Angel? Did i do something? I’ll never be cold to you hm?”Nanami suddenly gets all alert, thinking what he did to upset you.

“I am just kidding” the jealousy fades seeing him being so nervous over your joke. But suddenly he walks out from his office.

“Y/n, come into my office. RIGHT NOW.”

‘…shit, i screwed up.’

Nanami can never sleep without you. He was suffering from insomnia due to stress before dating you. But at the first night of you staying over at his place, he slept for a total of 8 hours til 9am. You still remember how he woke up surprised, staring at the clock, then started kissing you til you were both out of breath like he had found a treasure.

“I am back from my trip baby! I got you many souvenirs.” You went abroad for a business trip for 4 days. To compensate, you bought few bottles of fancy alcohol for Nanami.

“Thank god you are finally back, i am gonna go crazy all alone here.” Nanami quickly walked towards you, squeezing you in a tight hug. You finally got to smell his woody scent.

“Did your insomnia come back?” You notice his dark circles.

“Not anymore when you are here. Lord i miss your scent so much. I might really go crazy if your trip lasted a little more longer. Do u want me to cook something for you?” Nanami places his head on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Yes please, can i have some dumplings? Wait.. it tickles!”

“Hm sure just let me smell you for a few more seconds, i need to feel your existence right now, you have been gone for to long.” The hug grows tighter than ever like you would be gone if he let go.

NSFW

He loves having sex with you in his office, this shameless man rails you hard even there are colleagues outside his room. He will intentionally lead you to the door, so you can’t moan loudly or else your colleagues will know that you are being thrusted relentlessly by their superior. All you can do is to whine in pleasure.

“You like that? Your walls are clenching so much like you don’t want me to go hm?” You are in Nanami’s office, upper body leaning against the door, sweet juices drippng with every thrust from behind.

“Mm… they are gonna hear it… go back to the couch…ah!” Your man didn’t take your advice in his consideration. Instead, he grabs both of your hands from behind, increasing the speed of pounding, not sparing an inch.

“Watching my subordinate getting so messed up over my cock, i am such a bad superior. Argh..Lets cum together baby? Hm? Gosh… you feel amazing.”

You both cum as he leans to hug you tight. He covers your mouth with his left palm cuz he knows you moan uncontrollably when you cum. His cock is still buried inside to savour the clenches.

‘How can i continue to work when i am already so fucked out?’ this is the only question on your mind cuz it’s still 10am.

Nanami gets aroused instantly when he sees you wearing black stockings, especially the thin ones that show your original skin tone. If you wear that to work, expect to feel his intense gaze and be invited to his office.

You notice there is an obvious tent formed on Nanami’s crotch, his gaze never leaves you since you step into the office. You smirk slightly at him, teasing at how needy he is.

“Y/n, there is a mistake you just made in the documents. Come into my office, i will teach you how to correct them.” You took the documents in to his office, then close the door.

“Ah! It’s too deep… hm…” Nanami kisses you messily to stop you from talking, hips keep ramming into your wet pussy. You are put on his desk on back, your thighs are being pushed against your shoulders.

“You look too hot in these stockings, ah…do you know that other men are staring at you as well? You are mine, forever.” Nanami stops moving gradually, slowly removing your stockings. When he is done with removing, he rams his cock back straight into your pussy.

After the intense sex that morning, your colleagues notice that your stockings are gone. You simply told them some kind of animal destroyed it.

[hhighkey]

Hi, I heard you asking for a random headcanon so I would like to give it a try. It's a Jujutsu Kaisen headcanon about how protective they were of their S/O

AN// haha i love this i love picturing these types of scenarios,, sorry for the wait! let me know if you want anymore if anyone wants a part 2 with more :)

JJK HEADCANONS

HOW PROTECTIVE THEY ARE

With Megumi, Gojo, Nanami

Fushiguro Megumi

he’s protective

he’s a teen boy in school that sees death on a daily

he’s dealt with a lot with family, harsh views from many as he’s been (imo) groomed for certain things that he’s trying to break free of and figure himself out

he may not know how to show you he loves you

he’s not great with words

he’s good with death stares and brooding moods

he’s good with avoiding you when he’s upset because he doesn’t know how to talk about it

if you’re a sorcerer he prefers to be paired up with you just in case

if you’re not- he wants people checking up on you

he needs to see you every night to see you’re alive and breathing

will end up being harsh or rude- getting upset if you act out or do something he deems dangerous. Will lecture you because he’s scared

he gets mad because he’s scared and doesn’t know what to do

is the type that if you’re trying to go somewhere at night will stop you edward cullen shit bye (but really why do i see him like this)

absolutely stands guard of your home or dorm at night imo

it ends up with you having to calm him down a lot

incapable of understanding you having male friends as he’s worried (not that he doesn’t trust you)

will not fall asleep until you’re asleep typa guy

buys you coffee, books, etc because he wants you to be happy

you’re the only person he can show his true emotions to so he’s scared he’ll lose you at any second

needs affirmations to remind him he’s the one for you

and if his family or any curses try to use you against him- they better watch out

Gojo Satoru

i’m not sure how popular my opinion on him is but this is how i see it

will kill anyone if they hurt you

will absolutely go to hell and back, destroy the world if he had to

no survivors type situation if need be

absolutely flips a switch, his strongest jutsu raining down hell

all because he loves you

gojo seems like the issue- nonchalant, childish, problematic with his teaching… until it strikes a chord with him

and you’re that chord

the light of his life

he knows your boundaries and what you’re capable of

will laugh as a guy or girl tries to hit on you and you just brush them off- but will step in as he sees things get out of hand

it’s like a dark glimmer appears in his eye as anyone messes with you

because you’re his

normally he takes his time handling issues, acting cool and unworried

but he is protective over you

even if you’re a sorcerer he’s like you’re weak compared to me ofc i’m going to help - I see him as someone when it comes to a s/o that will view them as weak and use that to his advantage

and if you’re a non-sorcerer I see it being even worse

because i see him as fun, a laughable guy to be able to go out with

but personally i see there being something darker when it comes to dating that he’s too much with you

ie. not meeting geto anywhere near you regardless of their friendship

wanting you’re location at all time

not letting you take jobs he deems too dangerous and does them himself

but otherwise he’s just an annoying ass man that doesn’t take anything serious but your safety

so i’m sure that causes plenty of fights :)))

tho i can imagine arguments with him being more frequent than with most

have fun!

Nanami Kento

i have a harder time with him

he would be a very serious partner

but he’s always looking out for you

he’s the type to be protective from afar- like observational protectiveness

you almost don’t even know, he does it from afar as he wants what’s best for you

protective in small ways like walking on the outside, handling hot items or knives whilst cooking, keeping a hand on your waist at the bar, taking care of you when you’re sick

things casually always work out for you because of him

he’s not overbearing like the others

like you can talk to him easier if you feel like he’s been on top of you too much

he’s just concerned about you, will have serious conversations about things that worry him- ie if you’re careless

if you’re sorcerer he’ll never take over your jobs or stop you from going but he’ll be a nervous wreck if he can’t accompany you- will want to train with you so he can be sure you’re safe

he will lecture

definitely has a dad mode without realizing it

and if you’re ever seriously hurt he will not leave you’re side, doing everything so you don’t have to lift a finger, and good luck getting out of his sight

[liuhko]

JJK Characters With A Fashionista S/O

𝜗🤍 ݁ Only doing a few characters that I like. If this isn’t a bust I’ll do more (don’t ask me where this came from, I need to write).

MINORS

Itadori Yuuji

Yuuji isn’t too big on fashion, he just wears what he thinks looks nice but he’ll compliment your outfits and even try to match with you once in while (with whatever clothes he has).

He finds it silly how expensive the fashion industry and fashion itself is. “They’re just clothes…” then Yuuji will direct you to websites like SHEIN, not knowing any better and being sucked in by the cheap prices and nice looking clothes.

Once you inform him of SHEIN’s lore he feels ashamed and doesn’t pay much attention to the expensive purchases.

Now one thing he likes about being with you is how up to date you are with everything fashion related. More specifically, the fashion shows.

He thoroughly enjoys the ridiculous, avant-garde shows the most.

Fushiguro Megumi

Megumi’s the most excited about your love for fashion cause he relates. You CANNOT tell me he isn’t a fashion nerd (projection but it’s also true :3). He thinks you’re UBER cool and is so glad he’s dating you.

He loves seeing your different outfits for the day, he’ll sprinkle compliments but sometimes he feels the usual “Your outfits looks nice.” doesn’t cut it, so he doesn’t compliment it directly.

What does he do? Be sneaky (obvious) with it. If you’re wearing Vivienne Westwood for example: “Vivienne Westwood’s a cool brand. I, personally, think that anyone who wears it has amazing taste in fashion…just saying.” Same goes for whatever else you may be wearing.

He’s SUCH a fashion nerd, oh my days. If you give him the chance he’ll bust out his big book of fashion and will romance/do his best to impress you with it. “I heard you talking about the fashion of the Edo period, so I did some research on it (nerd emoji).”

MAJORS

Gojo Satoru

This goon takes your love for fashion as an insult. “My closet’s better than yours, don’t play with me.” He’ll sneakily try to one up you, and if he fails he’ll be pissy about it.

I mean this seriously. He’ll take pics of your and his outfits, post them online with a poll, and wait patiently for the results.

Gojo is supportive though, fear not! He takes a stupid amount of pics of you and posts them everywhere. He posted you on a billboard once: “Do you like it? I asked for extra resolution so they could get all the detail in your shoes!” When he posts you on his socials for the outfit comparisons he blocks anyone who leaves even the SLIGHTEST negative comment about you.

He brags about you all the time.

Nanami Kento

A stylish man who knows a thing or two about the latest trends! Introducing Nanami to styles outside of his comfort zone isn’t too difficult. He’s usually really invested in the varying styles and if you’re convincing enough he’ll try them a few times.

He loves “Devil Wears Prada” and rewatches it all the time. That movie is like cocomelon is to kids for him; his eyes are GLUED onto the screen.

Remove the movie and he’ll toss you out.

If Nanami hears you talk about some new clothes you want expect them to be shipped the next day. He is not one to play when it comes to your appearance, especially since you care about it so much.

Being around you makes him wonder if he should change his closet (a bit).

𝜗🤍 ݁ gojo fans come to me plsplspls boost me plsplspls i need to take advantage of his popularity plsplspls >_<

TAGS @pekejs @peachop @hannibalistique @rizsu @rivbows @lucstarz @zorosq @m1lkenthusiast

[suukee]

✍️ Fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛

hello my friend! ☺️ i’m getting to this very late and unfortunately i don’t have any of my fics currently uploaded. i can share the ones i’m in the process of writing or planning to!

HUMANITY’S GUARDIAN

levi ackerman x isekai reader : a media malfunction brings you into a dangerous world filled with humanoid creatures. fortunately, it's a place you recognize. in return, it guarantees your death.

i wanted to blend dimensional travel and one of my favorite shows in one. i feel like levi deserves all the love and comfort after what he went through and i wish i, or someone else, were there to do it. what better way is there than to write a fic about it? it’s slightly reader inserted but not too descriptive.

THE ONE WHO SAVED PARADIS

levi ackerman x isekai reader : a moment ago, you were at the campus library. the next, you’re being escorted to the king of the island for a celebratory feast. adventure awaits beyond the hellish gates, a world of magic and death lies ahead.

this is an isekai fic but more like “the rising of the shield hero” type of universe. it’s medieval. magic and game-like leveling. includes dark content like prostitution, underground market and slavery, alcohol consumption. the reader is a woman, so she goes through catcalling, people calling her rude names, and things as such that adds to the storyline (that said, the reader doesn’t get touched, just yelled at. i don’t have the heart to write that dark of content). this is probably the most darkest fic i have ever written out, so it’s not for the faint of heart.

DEAL BREAKER

ceo levi ackerman x employee reader : the stupid things that people would do for money blows you away. sure, you’re in a desperate need of it, but you wouldn’t do anything insane. something like that would be ruining a blind date on behalf of your friend, completely unaware that man is the ceo of the company you work for. no, of course you wouldn’t make a deal with him, hoping he doesn’t fire you. is the money worth risking your career?

this one is inspired by the k-drama known as business proposal. i wanted to make this comedic but angsty at the right moments. levi strikes me as a workaholic who doesn't want to be in a romantic relationship. i'm trying out love triangles in this one.

A HEAVY BURDEN CALLED FATE

satoru gojo x isekai reader : your mundane life takes a heavy turn when you land up in the world of jujutsu kaisen, a popular shonen manga.

yet another isekai fic but with jujutsu kaisen. satoru gojo is one of the characters that i instantly fell in love with, but this is mostly for comfort with other characters. perhaps we all know what happens in the manga with gojo. but i just want to give so many people a hug, especially nanami. can the reader save people? it’s heavily canon divergent, so i don’t think a lot of people are going to like it if i ever posted it. it’s also slightly reader inserted for the storyline, but again, not too descriptive. also the reader’s technique is literally sung jinwoo because he’s so badass.

last but not least, PROMISE ME

satoru gojo x sorcerer reader : everyone in jujutsu high knew not to mess with the strongest trio. that was you, satoru gojo, and suguru geto. undefeated, one of a kind. a friendship so strong that nothing stood in the way. an intimidating amount of strength combined together. there was always a solution to a problem as long the trio had each other, no matter the horrible things that came by, itching for a fight. but in a world full of curses, nothing was promised except for one thing—an expiration date.

this is a canon fic where you become best friends with satoru and suguru in the early years of jujutsu high, but things happen. you leave to study at your hometown, away from satoru, but you and megumi know each other and keep contact. you’re still trying to find suguru since he left. at some point, you come back as a teacher for megumi’s sake but have to deal with satoru’s shenanigans. does your friendship with him blossoms again? is there more? maybe he ruins it once and for all. maybe you do.

[planetyumi]

𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖞

warnings: explicit smut, fem! reader, lovesick! nanami 🥲, literally nanami being husband material, praise kink, soft dom! nanami

pairing/s: nanami x reader

wc: 1300+

summary: he should’ve known you weren’t the type to be loyal to one person like he's been with you, especially when your phone keeps blowing up during dinner . . .

a/n: feel like i ended it too abruptly but believe me when i say it was the best i could do. i didn’t really want it to be a repeat of what happened on a lonely night so i just ended it with the implication of a love confession. i’ll explain how things went in the next fic. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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When you first met Nanami, you thought he was trying to sell you something. He was too formal for someone who’s trying to flirt. He sounded like an old man when he tried to talk to you.

You laugh as you lean onto the bar counter, fiddling with your drink. “You’re not used to picking up girls, are you? You know you don’t have to be so formal, right?” you giggle as he gives you a puzzled expression. “My apologies, miss. It seems like I’ve been caught,” a small smile started to form on his face. “It’s okay, I like that,” you say as you check your phone. “You know what? How ‘bout I just give you my number and you can call me sometime? I have to leave really soon so here,” you say as you hand him the napkin you wrote your number in.

: Good evening, this is Nanami Kento from the bar last night. Is this the woman I was talking to?

: Wow, you’re still so formal over text.

: And yeah, this is she.

: I’m Y/N L/N btw.

Ever since then, he took you out on these luxurious dates, going to the most expensive restaurants and even taking you abroad on his private plane.

“How do you like the food?” he asks you. “It’s really good, I like it,” you say with a smile on your face and he feels his chest warm at the sight. “Then I’ll make sure to tip them well for making a pretty girl like you satisfied,” he rarely flirted, but when he did, a blush forms on your face—your cheeks almost matching the lipstick you wore.

Nothing ever really happened between you besides him taking you out and spoiling you with gifts. You thought he was just happy with being your sugar daddy but you were so wrong. It just wasn’t like him to fuck with strangers but when you became somewhat more than that, his desire started to grow. His self-control was hanging by a thread whenever you two went out. You just look too good in your little outfits, it’s like you were a constant temptation he has to fight with all his strength.

Another foreign desire grew inside him but it wasn’t like the one he felt when you wore those short skirts and dresses. It was when you did so much as text him or call him up. It was when you sometimes cooked for him or asked him how he was doing. It was when you ramble about your day and when you listen him talk about his day, too. It wasn’t just lust he felt towards you—it was love.

He understood that you were popular among men but didn’t understand just how many he had to fight to make you his. Your phone oddly blew up more than usual during dinner. It was on silent mode but it kept lighting up, interrupting your conversations. A final text popped up, a familiar name to him—Toji Fushiguro—accompanied with a “hey, princess. just got off work, wyd?” You finally decided to turn it off but he was obviously upset throughout the dinner.

You internally scolded yourself for ruining the mood with your phone. He was a really nice and mature man and he rarely got annoyed, too. This was the first time you’ve seen him upset. He didn’t even utter a single word the whole ride back.

“Why are we at your house, Kento?” you asked as you shut the passenger side door. “You’ll see, princess,” his voice sounding lower than usual, sending shivers down your spine. You followed him nervously inside his house, your heart pumping out of your chest.

What happened next was the least you expected—he caged you between his arms on the wall. His hands pinned yours above your head, roughly gripping it. He leaned in closer, his face so close to yours.

His eyes held a familiar look—pure lust filling the dark orbs. His hot breath fanned over your lips and all it took to close the distance was a little nod from you. He let go of your hands to lift you to his room.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, running your fingers through his hair. Your heart’s beating faster than usual, feeling excited and aroused by his scent. He lays you down gently on his bed, caressing your sides as you continue to swirl tongues.

He pulls away from your lips, your eyes meeting. He looks at you for a little while, just admiring the way you look at him—matching his lust and desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he finally speaks up, his voice softer than earlier. “May I?” he asks you as he slightly raises your dress. You hum and he quickly strips you and himself, leaving both of you bare.

You felt your face heat, getting shy all of a sudden when you notice him staring at you for a little too long. He looked at you in awe, you were like a priceless masterpiece in his eyes. You awkwardly try to hide your exposed body but he grabs your hands and stops you. “I stared a bit too much, didn’t I? ‘M sorry, I was just thinking of how perfect you look,” he smiles a bit and takes your lips in his.

He spreads your legs with his knee and aligned his dick with your cunt. He rubbed his tip on your folds, slightly hissing at sudden stimulation. “I’ll put it in now, okay?” he was thick, his girth practically splitting you in two. He entered you slowly, trying his best not to cum right then and there with the way your pussy was sucking him in.

You felt full when he finally bottomed out, a bulge forming in your stomach. “S-so deep, hah-” you moaned as he started dragging his dick in and out of you. Moving slowly, trying to get you used to his size. You bite your lip at the sensation his cock was giving you.

Soon, his pace increased, mercilessly pounding into you. He grabbed the headboard for support, the bed starting to shake. The mere sinfulness of the scene in front of you made your pussy wetter. “Do you feel good, pretty?” he asked you. His thrusts contradicted his words—his dick practically ruining you while his voice was concerned. “Y-yes,” you breathlessly moan out, tears pricking your eyes. “Don’t stop, ah,” your back arched off the mattress as he hit that one spot inside you. “There?” he says as he hits it again, and again, and again until you were nothing but a puddle, melting into the sensation.

Your high washed over you like a wave, the familiar bliss making your toes curl. “‘M close, pretty,” he grunts, his length going in and out of you faster. “Just a little more,” he says as you whined at the overstimulation. His seed painted your walls white, turning putty again from his cum spilling inside you.

Both of you panted, sweating and out of breath. He fell on top of you, his weight settling on your chest. A small smile formed on his lips, the previous events finally sinking in. He enjoyed the afterglow of sex—the air being lighter than before, your bodies melting into one another. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” he speaks up. “Sure, what is it?” you look down at him, your eyes meeting. “What do you think about love?” silence suddenly filled the room.

You stared at him in disbelief—hoping to whatever gods there was that this wouldn’t lead to another confession. “Uhh, well, I don’t really think it’s real. I think it’s just pretend. Or you could say… a chemical reaction of the brain and a natural instinct to mate,” you answer with pauses in between your words, not sure if what you said would satisfy him. “Has anyone ever loved you before?” he asks again. “Well, yeah, I guess. But they just say that because of the heat of the moment. Anyone ever loving me would be impossible and crazy,” you awkwardly laugh, running your fingers through his hair.

“Well...maybe I’m crazy then,” your heart sunk to your stomach. Shit, not again.

© planetyumi 2022 : do not plagiarize, steal, contort, copy, or translate my content to other platforms.

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (29/10/23)

veeeeeeeeeeeeeery late this week I know it's my own fault really, I was warned by my buddy mega that yozakura would be a dense read and take a while but I didn't listen and underestimate how long it'd take, I should've started during the week but I only started reading on saturday NIGHT so no way in hell I was gonna be able to catch up.. by the time I went to bed on sunday I was on 111/200 so oof.. also didn't mon tue or wed so that's why the post is so late but anyhoo

green - new series/new to me pink - catching up

Anime

Frieren Ep8

very good episode like usual, even more for me cause of all the action. looks like the next one will also have quite a bit of it so I'm pogged up

Undead Unluck Ep4

bro that episode went absolutely INSANE?? HELLO the sakuga was so good I was losing my gourd I'm so glad uu got the adaptation it deserves also my queen yuuki absolutely stole the show, really showing why she's up there with the best of the best, it's gonna be sad not getting more gina til like cour 4 but it'll be worth the wait

Pokemon Horizons Ep26

pretty chill episode after all the excitement from last week's cour finale, mostly just setting up the plot for the future. tho we also got a new op and it goes absolutely crazy

Adult Precure Ep4

alright episode, mostly about what saki and mai have been up to, saki being engaged and mai breaking up with her bf. I know that in their shows, from the very start, the girls have crushes on boys (ofc it couldn't be otherwise cause toei are cowards) but you gotta understand how deep in the yuri mines I am. hearing them actually say they're engaged or dating a man gave me whiplash

Imas Million Live Ep4

good episode as usual, the best part was getting a lot more screentime for some of the girls that were barely in the other eps, tho it still wasn't that much and since this isn't following the og format there's always gonna be some girls that won't get their time to fully shine sadly. also got a couple momoko moments™ including the box so that was funny

Manga

Mission: Yozakura Family Ch1 - 200

wowie that was.. a lot better than I expected. honestly went in not expecting much, and after having just caught up to jujutsu from 1 to current I wasn't expecting yozakura to be so good since jujutsu is so much more popular but, hot take: I think it's way better like sheesh. I talked about it on my server but the only I thing I think jujutsu has over yozakura is the battles, otherwise it's beat in every category. I like the art a lot more, even from ch1 yozakura had waaaaay better paneling than even current jujutsu. and the whole cast is a lot more likeable. like from jujutsu I cared about gojo, nanami, maki and okkotsu. in yozakura we get cooldown chaps were the different family members do their own stuff and interact with each other which helps you get to know them more and in doing so liking them more, while still using these chaps to move the plot along so the pacing isn't too slow (outside of that little side detour with the past heads that got cut short prob by the editor but yknow)

anyway rambling and just repeating what I already said in the server but TL;DR it's good, glad to be caught up, and looking forward to it wrapping up in the near future since we're close to the final arc

Witch Enforcer Ch1

I started this mostly on a whim cause the art is good (artist's on here too btw @ camellia0x0) but I was pleasantly surprised. there was nothing surprising about the story but it was delivered well and the art was solid through the whole chap (tho the paneling is very basic but I'll give them a pass since it's their first serialization [only some one shots before]) and the concept of a witch making and using mechs is fun. looking forward to seeing this artist's growth as a mangaka, hopefully the series doesn't get axed too early

Undead Unluck 181

good chap, especially the end tho. never thought this could be a possibility but it makes total sense there'd be a reverse evil union on the side of god. never thought about it since we had under before. really curious to see how the next chap gonna but it's prob just gonna be introducing all those baddies that people will fight in the final arc

[astral-from-afar]

Disclaimer: This is all in good fun and was mostly inspired by the upcoming jjk poll. Will not tag this in jjk as I am not here currently to start fighting people.

Ok the latest poll got me thinking about what characters were on that list last time. So this is basically me side eyeing everyone for their choices last year

Megumi - I get it. Megumi’s pretty cool. Took me a while to get to that point but I’ve accepted this man’s popularity and I just go along with it. Really don’t have anything else to say about him.

Gojo - Can’t believe he was still in the box during this. You can tell how strong the Gojo fans are because he has not been seen in action for YEARS yet you’re still voting for him. Props to you I guess. Good luck beating Gege and getting him 1st in the next poll

Yuji - Ok my boy was not fighting in the TRENCHES to become 3rd in his own series. Yes he should have gotten 1st yes I will stand by that until the day I die and yes I still can’t believe he got outdone by a guy in a box.

Geto - I know you’re all coping bc of his death with him being in top 5 and honestly me too. Gege still won’t let this poor man rest so you won’t let the anyone else in the fandom rest as a consequence. Don’t expect him to be in top 5 again but who knows.

Nanami - Overtime sorcerer SUPREMACY. I best see him here again because he does not miss. Nanami fans are the real ones so I’m not dragging on him.

Inumaki - Salmon Salmon. For a man who also hasn’t been seen in 2 years he did pretty well all things considered. I’m still waiting for him to show up so until then you go Inumaki fans.

Choso - Ok I’m just salty here but you lot really put HIM here on the top 10. How much screen time did this man really have. He did not deserve to be placed that high and if I see him being placed higher than Yuki then we know it’s on sight. He’s great and all but really? Just really?

Yuta - As a resident Yuta has never done anything wrong, I am disappointed in all of you. Did vol 0 mean nothing? Was his interactions with Yuji nothing to all of you. To the point of Choso overtaking him. Smh

Toji - I’m going to assume it’s the horny and leave. You did not drag the no child support, fugly grey sweatpants, boring ass guy into the top 10. Just admit that he’s hot and take your leave. Ok being fair he was a good antagonist during the hidden Inventory arc but istg if I hear more Toji stuff we are not going to see me again.

Naoya - OK LISTEN UP HERE EVERYBODY. HOW MANY PANELS DID THIS FUCKER HAVE. WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE HELL DID HE DO IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE MANGA OTHER THAN BEING COOKED BY MAKI. IM WAITING. This just feels like fandom misogyny as the next two people are in the manga for 10x longer and did more things overall, to then be overshadowed by this dickhead.

Nobara - My beloved you did not deserve to be snuffed out of top 10. I am still on that copium that she’s still alive but honestly you really had to do her like that :(

Maki - Ok this is where I really question some of your tastes. So she had one of the PEAK arcs in all of the manga, went to hell and back and served us in every shape and form and this is what she gets. Losing to Naoya. Telling you lot to sort your misogyny out for the next poll because if she doesn’t reach top 3 Istg

Sukuna - Right, he’s a bit of a guilty pleasure as he is one of the funniest characters in this series after Kenny and Todo. Am suprised that he didn’t hit top 10 but he’s been binding his time to skyrocket to the big numbers especially in the recent chapters.

Todo - AYYYYYYY. Kyoto student found in the wild quick catch them before they get into the sea of irrelevancy. Ok that was too harsh but I’m proud of the Todo fans for getting him up there. He truly is the homie of the jjk world hopefully he keeps his placement because he’s too cool to not be on this list.

Utahime - OMG OMG OMG OMG. This was very unexpected. I thought Shoko would be here (she’s 24th) but I am grateful for it. The voice at the back of my head is trying to say that it’s cause of the shipping but I am ignoring it to focus on my girl entirely. Congrats everyone. If she manages to get in the top 15 again, do you think Gege will add more to her character. Nah he’ll probably just put her on the hit list which is not what we want to see here.

Yeah I think the poll overall was alright and obviously was for fun but after the placement of certain characters you know I’m side-eyeing you lot.

Characters I want/hope to reach the list : Yuki,Riko, Kirara, Hakari, Higuruma, Angel/Hana, Kenjaku, Uruame

[shiningwonderland]

Ren Jinguji (Repeat)

Translator: Akari (twitter: akari) Proofreader: Raz (twitter: agnadance) Editors: Snail (twitter: herbert_snail), Lacey (twitter: fairyharp), Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

June — Looking Up at the Sky Rhapsody

It’s June. The days are often rainy and some are cooler than in May. And yet….

Jinguji-san is as passionate as ever.

Ren Jinguji: Hi, little lambs. Looking as cute as ever, I see.

Female Student B: Kyaaa!! Jinguji-san!!

He says charming words to the girls and blows heart-melting kisses all over the place.

Syo Kurusu: He has no standards, as always. Haruka, I don’t know how you can partner up with a guy like him.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san is a very inviting and very attractive man. I think that’s why the other girls can’t leave him alone.

Rather, I’m sorry I'm not worthy of him.

Jinguji-san’s song was wonderful!

I only listened to one chorus, but I could feel the difference between our abilities. His musical sensibilities are way above mine.

I think he doesn’t come to practice because I’m not good enough.

Haruka Nanami: I have to work hard.

Jinguji-san’s color... the mood around him, his natural sense of style, that natural charisma….

His presence that entraps everything around him and doesn’t let go is something I’ve come to understand over the last two months, but....

I just can’t find the right “sound”.

At first, when I just heard his voice, I had an image of it, and the sound started to come together. However, the more I get to know him… the more I see his many faces and the more confused I am by his depth.

The song to be sung by Jinguji-san.

There must be a song that only Jinguji-san can sing, but….

I just can’t grasp the melody.

I think we need to talk about it, even if I have to force him, and give it shape note by note.

Haruka Nanami: …

I was staring at Jinguji-san.

And then….

Ren Jinguji: Huh. I think I’m feeling an intense gaze….

Jinguji-san sighs and comes to my seat.

Huh, oh. My heart’s not prepared for this….

Ren Jinguji: What do you want? If you stare at me like that, you’re going to burn a hole through me.

Select the phrase!

T-to practice… (+ 25 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I sure would love for you to come to practice.

Ah! I couldn’t help but to be honest….

Ren Jinguji: Oh, is that all you want? Why don’t we go somewhere else for once?

Somewhere else...?

Ren Jinguji: Nothing comes to mind?

It would be really, really fun to go somewhere with Jinguji-san, but if you ask me where exactly….

Truthfully, I just want him to come practice… I’d like to hear him sing.

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry. Going out is nice and all, but I really want to hear you sing.

Ren Jinguji: Don’t be sorry. I was just asking. However… you really like music, don’t you?

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

All my life, I’ve always had the most fun playing the piano.

I never went anywhere with friends and was always alone. Music was my only friend.

So… I have no idea where to go.

Instead, I’d like Jinguji-san to know more about the joy of music and I’d also like to try to create music together with someone.

Ryuya Hyuga: Hey, homeroom’s already started. How long are you gonna keep making noise? I could hear you all the way down the hallway.

When Hyuga-sensei arrives, the girls who had just surrounded Jinguji-san go back to their seats obediently.

Ryuya Hyuga: Now, do you guys know about Ohayaho~ News?

Male Student A: Yeees! I know it!

Most of the students nod. Of course, I also know about it.

Ryuya Hyuga: It’s sudden, but that program... is coming to our school tomorrow.

Ohayaho~ News.

It’s a morning news program with the idol I admire, HAYATO-sama, as the reporter.

For each broadcast, HAYATO-sama visits a popular location and then does his best to tell the viewers about it in a cheerful and energetic way.

And Ohayaho~ News is coming to our school….

That means….

I might be able to meet HAYATO-sama!!!

Ah! I have to keep it together.

I’m aiming to be a professional, so I can’t act like a fangirl....

But… I’m really… happy!!

I shouldn’t bother him when the day comes. I’ll watch him from the shadows of the school building.

Ryuya Hyuga: I’ve been told he wanted a student reporter as support… Jinguji, the president has designated you.

Ren Jinguji: The boss?

Ryuya Hyuga: Yeah, he has a plan. Will you do it?

Ren Jinguji: I can't disobey an order from the boss.

Ryuya Hyuga: OK, well, we’re counting on you.

Today is the day. For some reason, Hijirikawa-sama is at the meeting place.

Masato Hijirikawa: Jinguji… you’re late. It is almost time for the show to start.

Ren Jinguji: ...Masato Hijirikawa...? ...Why are you here?

Oh, this feeling again….

When Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-sama come face to face, the atmosphere changes drastically.

There’s a tense mood in the air, just as hostile as they’ve been before between them.

Masato Hijirikawa: What? Didn’t you hear from the principal?

Today's report is "An in-depth expose on school life of the two major conglomerates!”

Apparently, he is going to present our school lives.

I do not want to disclose too much about my household, but… there is no way around these circumstances.

Ren Jinguji: Household…? Given the rival relationship between two major conglomerates, it’s inevitable that they’ll be compared to each other.

For a long time, there have been comparisons about everything between our families. To think this would continue even after I’ve come to this school, and have this exposed to the world….

It seems that you and I are doomed to fight no matter how far we go.

Listening to the conversation between them, it seems that this is not a relationship that began yesterday or today.

It’s a conflict involving not only the people in question, but also their households. Looking at their expressions, it seems like there’s a deeper connection between the two of them than most people would imagine.

I’m Jinguji-san’s partner, but I guess I still don’t know much about him.

Masato Hijirikawa: There is no need to fight.

Ren Jinguji: How naive. Even with no points involved, we’re going to be on the same screen. The viewers will judge us based on things like popularity and our conglomerates’ powers.

This is a noteworthy battle, whether we like it or not. It means you and I will go on fighting.

At that moment,

The ground where the two of them are standing shakes violently.

Ren Jinguji: Ah! An earthquake?

Bump!

Boom!

It’s the principal who breaks through the ground.

Shining Saotome: Mr. Jinguji is right! This IS a noteworthy battle! AND I’ll add a point system as well!

Haruka Nanami: Points? But… how will you do that?

Shining Saotome: Hehehe. That is….

Haruka Nanami: What is it?

Shining Saotome: What would it be? YOU right there, answer please!

Haruka Nanami: Eh? M-me?!!!

Suddenly, the principal points a finger at me. I don’t understand… but I have no choice but to answer.

Select the phrase!

Idol Power? (+0 Love +10 Music)

Shining Saotome: Hahahaaa! That’s right!!!

This is an idol training school, so it’s all about idol power!!

Haruka Nanami: Idol power… but how…?

Shining Saotome: Mmm, like this moment. Let’s explain it on TV instead.

Soon afterwards, HAYATO-sama and his staff arrive.

HAYATO: Ohayaho~! Ten million HAYATO fans all over Japan, how are nya?

Today, we’re here at Saotome Academy to bring cheer to you all!

And today, these two people will give you a tour around the school instead of me!

Masato Hijirikawa: My name is Masato Hijirikawa. I look forward to working with you.

Ren Jinguji: I’m Ren Jinguji. Today, I’ll show all you viewers out there just how charming this school is.

HAYATO: Come to think of it, today, instead of just presenting the school, the two of you are going to have a reporting competition, right?

Shining Saotome: That’s right! The two of you will have to compete with all the power you have and all the power of each conglomerate!

HAYATO: AH, this is the school principal, SHINING SAOTOME!

He’s a legend, so I don’t need to introduce him to you because everyone knows about him.

Shining Saotome: Hahahaaa~ I’m the national beautiful boy idol!

Ren Jinguji: Beautiful boy…?

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, and he even called himself “national”. Should we interfere here?

Ren Jinguji: No, let’s leave it to HAYATO for now.

Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-san seem to be talking in a whisper, but I can’t hear them clearly from where I am.

Shining Saotome: Anyway, you two are going to have to report on how gorgeous and haaandsome you guys are!

This is also publicity for Saotome Academy, so give it your all! It will also affect your future grades!

And you, yes, YOU in front of the TV will decide who wins and who loses!

We’re going to have the audience vote to decide which of the two is better! In the end, the one with more votes wins!

Now, now, to vote, use number one for Mr. Hijirikawa and number two for Mr. Jinguji at the end of the following number on the screen!

And if you vote for Shining Saotome, add a number three respectively, beep boop bop! Give us a call!

Masato Hijirikawa: I understand the rules, but why is the principal the third option?

Ren Jinguji: Who knows. But, well, he’s just trying to show off anyway, right?

Shining Saotome: Hahaha~ Correct answer! Then, then, the report game starts now! But first, a commercial!

The school principal points his index finger at the camera.

Then the staff members start to move in a hurry.

Ren Jinguji: Points, huh...? It might be a good opportunity. We’ve always been compared to something, even between our households.

Being in different grades made it difficult to see clearly which one of us is better, but with this….

This time, it’ll be crystal clear who is the winner and the loser.

Masato Hijirikawa: There you go again. I do not understand why you are so concerned with winning and losing. You weren’t when we were children.

Ren Jinguji: I’ve forgotten about those days. I just… I just want to show that I’m better than you.

Masato Hijirikawa: Show? To whom? To the world?

Ren Jinguji: I’m not obliged to tell you that. Besides… I haven’t got anyone to prove myself to… not anymore.

Jinguji-san mutters something in a whisper.

Ren Jinguji: Anyway, as long as it's a match, I'll just do my best. Will you support me too?

I am standing in the corner where I wouldn’t get in the way of the broadcast’s filming when Jinguji-san approaches me.

Select the phrase!

Yes, I’d be happy to! (+25 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Of course, I’ll support you. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help!

Ren Jinguji: Heh. Good girl. I like honest girls.

Haruka Nanami: L-LIKE?!!!!!

Ren Jinguji: Hmm? Something wrong?

Haruka Nanami: I-i-it’s nothing!

It’s not like he means something deep, but even though I know he doesn’t….

I was surprised when he said “like”.

It’s the first time somebody has said that to me.

Soon after, the power match between the Hijirikawa conglomerate and Jinguji conglomerate begins.

First, it’s Jinguji-san’s turn. He’s bold enough to wear a swimsuit… as he presents the pool.

Ren Jinguji: Heh. I’m confident in my reporting skills. I won’t lose to Hijirikawa.

Jinguji-san stands in front of the TV camera with a daring smile on his face.

Ren Jinguji: This here is the pride of Saotome Academy, the indoor pool. The pool is completely enclosed by glass walls, and it’s even soundproofed. The ceiling is retractable, perfect for sunbathing on a sunny day.

Would you like to swim with me, all you little lambs watching out there?

I’ll show you not only how to swim, but also every step of falling in love.

He winks as he says that.

H-he… looks so cool! I’m sure there’ll be a lot of squealing voices on the other side of the TV!

It was silly of me to think the swimsuit would be too much. As we watch, the audience vote counter displayed in the corner of the TV screen fills with votes for Jinguji-san.

Incidentally, the results of the audience vote are shown as bars, with Jinguji-san’s displayed in red and Hijirikawa-sama’s displayed in blue.

Haruka Nanami: Amazing….

George: ... It’s only natural.

Suddenly, I hear a voice from behind me. Startled, I turn around to find George, Jinguji-san’s butler, standing there!

I didn’t notice him at all…. When did he…?

Jii: Mhmm! No, this isn’t good, we must not allow this! We must go on the offensive!!

Masato Hijirikawa: But I do not behave like that….

Jii: No! Young Master, there is no way you can lose to someone like him! Come on, this way....

Perhaps Hijirikawa-sama is not good at improvisation, because Jii-san is holding out a cue card on the other side of the camera.

Masato Hijirikawa: ...T-this is… the… rooftop. It is open to students…. Many of them use it during their lunch break….

A-at night... the stars are beautiful. And…!!!!!!!!

Hijirikawa-sama’s face freezes at the sight of the cue card,then instantly turns bright red.

Masato Hijirikawa: I-I’m sure that the stars reflected in your eyes would be so beautiful that I would be drawn into your gaze.

After saying that much, Hijirikawa-sama takes a single deep breath. Then, he looks straight into the camera.

Masato Hijirikawa: One day, I wish to view this night sky with just the two of us…. Is it sinful of me to feel that way? … No, no matter the weight of the sin….

… I long for you…. For the moment I can hold you in my arms….

The rooftop is silent. It’s like watching a scene from a drama.

We’re all drawn in by the performance. It must be the same for the audience because Hijirikawa-sama’s vote count has gone up a lot.

After that, every time Jinguji-san reports, his votes go up dramatically….

And each time Hijirikawa-sama conveys a scene, his votes also increase rapidly.

Moreover, perhaps as a demonstration of the power of the conglomerates, there is an explanation of the amazing musical instruments donated by both parties and the equipment developed by the companies.

It’s turning into a bit of a conglomerate promotion situation.

There’s a state-of-the-art computer and a sophisticated electronic piano in the computer room.

There’s a tremendously accurate mixer in the recording room.

Not only that, but they also lined up luxury cars owned by their households in the schoolyard.

It’s a mess with private helicopters flying in and out.

And so on.

I’m also doing my best to help Jinguji-san change his clothes and carry the luggage he asked me to carry, but….

It’s kind of dizzying because there are so many things happening that are beyond anything I could have imagined.

I don’t usually think that much about it, but now I’m realizing that both of them really live in a different dimension.

While the people around them make a fuss, the two of them don’t flaunt what they have, so they must think this is all normal.

Ryuya Hyuga: I see, so this is why Jinguji and I weren’t told about today’s plans until the last minute. If I had known in advance, I’d have stopped it.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Hyuga-sensei.

Ryuya Hyuga: They’re ridiculous, aren’t they...? ... Well, for me, as long as the school facilities stay intact, I have no complaints….

Haruka Nanami: Um… this is on such a grand scale, I don’t know what to think anymore.

Ryuya Hyuga: Well, it’s dealin’ with two of the biggest companies in Japan. There’s also the fate they share.

Even if they don’t personally agree with this rivalry, they have no choice but to participate to keep up their households’ images.

Anyway, looks like the servants are getting more heated than those guys are.

Haruka Nanami: Fate…?

Ryuya Hyuga: Hm? What, you don’t know?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I know that the two major conglomerates are rivals, but….

Ryuya Hyuga: To put it simply, they’re competitors. Apparently, the Jinguji conglomerate was originally bigger.

Once, when the Hijirikawa conglomerate management was declining, a considerable number of subsidiaries were absorbed by the Jinguji conglomerate.

But ten years later, the Hijirikawa conglomerate took them back by fairly forceful means.

In fact, it seems that they tried to cut down the company affiliated with the Jinguji household.

Haruka Nanami: They were… competing for affiliates? Somehow, it looks like the game Hana Ichi Monme, where two groups compete for members by playing rock-paper-scissors.

Ryuya Hyuga: It’s not that trivial, but… that’s what it’s all about. After a fierce takeover battle, internal affairs were disrupted and even the Japanese economy was affected.

A-amazing! It was on such a huge scale that even all of Japan became involved.

Ryuya Hyuga: Somehow, they agreed that they wouldn’t buy out each other’s conglomerate, but… their resentment from back then probably remains.

Such a thing could be…. I wonder if that’s why Jinguji-san considers Hijirikawa-sama a rival more than seems necessary.

George: At this rate, this fight’s not ending....

Jii: Hm, looks like this isn’t settling.... In that case….

George-san and Jii-san turn away from each other and leave in opposite directions, their brows wrinkled.

... What should I do? I’m kind of getting anxious.

Select the phrase!

Let them be. (+10 Love +0 Music)

Ren Jinguji: Hm? What’s going on? You have quite the expression…. What’s the problem?

While I’m standing in the corridor, not knowing what to do and unable to move, Jinguji-san calls out to me.

Haruka Nanami: U-um, George-san and Jii-san are….

Ren Jinguji: Hm? Oh. Is it sabotage? That’s something George would think of.

He put a thumbtack in Hijirikawa’s shoe earlier. Not that he’s the kind of guy who would fall for such a thing… and… neither am I.

Suddenly, Jinguji-san pulls me to his shoulder.

Haruka Nanami: U-um….

And then….

BANG CLANG!

From the ceiling, a large metal sink….

No, a wash basin crashes down.

Haruka Nanami: U-um, this is….

Ren Jinguji: Sabotage… right? It’s probably the work of Jii-san on Hijirikawa’s side. Truly a classic trick.

Sabotage…. This is….

A direct hit to the head like this would have been very painful.

I wonder if there are going to be dangerous traps everywhere if we just let things go on like this....

I can’t let that happen. Absolutely not. I-I have to do something.

After that, I found George-san and Jii-san trying to sabotage things and I did something about it.

Because… I don’t want the two of them to get hurt….

George: Hm. This will be enough.

George-san smirks, mutters, and walks away.

But right nearby….

Masato Hijirikawa: ... Here’s the athletic field…. In addition to being used for physical education classes, it is also used by the athletic department after school.

Hijirikawa-sama is explaining about the athletic field….

Was George-san setting some kind of trap again? Anyway, I have to do something.

With that in mind, I approach the spot, watching where I step… but….

Haruka Nanami: Ah. AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Ouch, ouch, ouch. U-um…. This is… a pitfall… isn’t it? I fell… in it, right?

Fortunately, I didn’t sprain anything. Maybe it’s because the soil is very soft.

I just….

Haruka Nanami: Erm… the sky is far away….

I look up and see that the entrance to the hole is very far away, revealing how deep the hole is.

Haruka Nanami: ... I wonder… if I can climb this….

The ground is damp and as I move I hear the sound of splashing water. The sides of the hole are also moist with water.

It looks like water is seeping in from all sides, gradually filling the hole.

At that moment, I imagine a newspaper article with the title, “High school girl drowns in a pitfall.”

This is terrible!!

Haruka Nanami: And if a scandal like that happens at the school, it’ll cause a great deal of trouble. Hmmm….

... I have to try to climb somehow, after all.

Haruka Nanami: O... kay…. One…. Ah!

The soil here is soft and crumbles after a short climb.

No matter how hard I try, I slowly slip down. I don’t think I can reach the top.

Haruka Nanami: Is it… impossible… to climb? What if I stay like this forever…?

I’m sure Tomo-chan will be sad if I’m gone….

And everyone in the class…. How would it be for Jinguji-san in particular?

I wonder if I’m being of some help to him.

I’m still working on the song, but I think Jinguji-san can make his debut on his own.

He’s a person who wants to live a free life, so he probably wouldn’t want me to persistently ask him to practice.

... I guess he may not be in trouble even if I’m gone. I’m sure he’ll find a new partner in no time….

Another partner, not me? Jinguji-san will team up with someone other than me….

Haruka Nanami: E-eh…?

It’s funny. I’m kind of crying.

When I wipe the tears off with the back of my hand, the mud gets into my eyes and more tears come out.

I don’t… like that idea. I want to write a song for Jinguji-san, a song made for his voice.

... If that’s not even possible, at least I want to hear his voice one last time.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san…!!

And, at that moment.

Ren Jinguji: Geez. Just when I thought you were out of sight, I happen to find you in a place like this!

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

I can hear Jinguji-san’s voice from above the hole.

Am I mishearing? Maybe because I wanted to hear his voice for the last time?

But, apparently, I’m wrong.

Immediately, a rope ladder is thrown into the hole and Jinguji-san climbs down.

Ren Jinguji: You’re so covered in mud… and your tears…. Your pretty face is a mess.

Jinguji-san sighs and wipes my face with a handkerchief.

Haruka Nanami: T-thank you very much. But… why?

I mumble to myself, stunned. After all, it wouldn’t be a problem for Jinguji-san if I was gone.

Besides, he’s in the middle of a game and doesn’t have time to deal with me.

He wouldn’t even notice I’m not there… is what I thought.

Because I’m not necessary to him.

Ren Jinguji: I was looking at the monitor and I just happened to see the moment you disappeared.

Haruka Nanami: But… you’re in the middle of an important battle now….

Ren Jinguji: Yeah, it’s an important moment, so I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible. Come….

While saying that, Jinguji-san extends his hand.

Haruka Nanami: U-um… I’m muddy right now… so… erm… you’ll get dirty.

If he stands in front of the camera with muddy clothes even though the match is still going on….

Ren Jinguji: So? I have plenty of spare clothes.

Haruka Nanami: B-but… the audience votes… will decrease during the match….

Ren Jinguji: Do you want to be saved or not?

Eh? Is Jinguji-san angry?

Haruka Nanami: I want you to help me… but… since it’s a match… I want you to win….

Ren Jinguji: If that’s what you think, don’t go getting into trouble so easily, princess. The prince can’t always come to help you.

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry.

Jinguji-san sighs again as I start feeling discouraged.

Ren Jinguji: Come on…. You don’t want to be in this place forever. You’d end up being depressed. Let’s go.

Jinguji-san picks me up forcibly and carries me out of the hole.

While he’s not as gentle as he normally is while escorting, right now he feels powerful and reliable.

It’s different from usual. However, I’m sure this is one real side of him.

Haruka Nanami: U-um… thank you.

Ren Jinguji: Don’t thank me. That was George’s mismanagement. I’m glad you’re okay.

With a very kind expression, he gently strokes my head.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san… thank you very, very much!

It was dark and I felt helpless, and I wondered if I was going to die like that, but I thought it’d be okay because no one would be troubled…. I was so sad.

Ren Jinguji: Hey, hey. That’s what you were thinking about? Geez, this kid....

Haruka Nanami: Yes, because I haven’t been of any help. I’ve been causing you so much trouble….

Ren Jinguji: If you feel that way, you should try harder. Are you going to lose the bet before you’ve even composed the song?

Besides, I have a certain amount of trust in you as a partner. I don’t want you to leave without telling me.

Haruka Nanami: ... Jinguji-san, do you accept me as your partner?

I thought that maybe I was being annoying.

Ren Jinguji: Isn’t it obvious? Or what? Are you questioning my decision to choose you? I’m still a good judge of character.

I don’t want you to underestimate me. What’s more, I wouldn’t be talking to you if I wasn’t really interested at all.

Haruka Nanami: ... So, why don’t you join me at practice?

Ren Jinguji: Lady, are you going to make a song that is far different from my personality and that I can’t sing without practicing hard?

Haruka Nanami: ... No, as much as possible, I want to create something that is easy for you to express….

Ren Jinguji: Right? And you’re talented enough to do it… or that’s what I think, at least. That’s why I chose you.

I’m busy. I can’t spend a lot of time on just one person, but I’m sure you can make it work on your own.

I may come practice if you make me feel like doing it.. If I think it’s worth it, then it is.

Haruka Nanami: R-really?! Yes!! I’ll do my best!

So, he trusts me…. Moreover, he might even come to practice.

That way I can make songs that suit him better.

Ah, I’m so happy! I have to work hard!

Ren Jinguji: And well…. At the very least, I’d be in trouble if you were gone.

So don’t think that no one would be bothered by your disappearance.

There isn't a single person who isn't needed somehow—it's no good to think you'd be any different.

At that moment….

Rumble rumble rumble. Boom!

Out of the blue, the principal descends upon us.

Shining Saotome: Beautiful love duo! My tears are f-f-flowing like two beautiful waterfalls! I'm absolutely EXPLODING with EMOTIONS!

Suddenly, the principal appears and sheds a waterfall of tears.

Shining Saotome: Thanks to YOUR passionate friendship, Saotome School’s image is soaring UP, UP, UP!

So, this time I’m going to show you a special tour of my secret home!

Usually, this trade secret is not disclosed, but in honor of Mr. Jinguji’s passionate friendship….

This time only, I’ll show you a sneak peak! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Right now, I have no idea what is happening or why.

After that, Ohayaho~ News runs overtime to showcase the principal’s house.

His home is absolutely gorgeous, with a western castle-like house and then a Japanese-style castle kept as a second home.

Also, there are many facilities at Saotome Academy built using private funds from the principal.

On campus, there are entertainment facilities such as amusement parks, movie theaters, hot spring inns, and, to my surprise, he even has a vacation home on the moon….

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~ This is just a part of it!

Both Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-sama are stunned by this extraordinary financial power.

And the results of the vote say….

It turns out that the principal, who joined the match unannounced and boasted about his lavish lifestyle, has come out on top!

Shining Saotome: So deservedly! Always aim for the top if you can! That’s what a legendary idol does!

ME is number one!

With that, the principal proudly puffs out his chest.

Syo Kurusu: Wow, that’s super immature. He just did everybody in at the end.... What was that match all about?

Tokiya Ichinose: It’s useless to ask. That's just the kind of entity he is.

Although Syo-kun and Tokiya-san say that, I still think the principal is wonderful.

And even more than that, now Jinguji-san looks even more radiant than before.

He was willing to get himself dirty, even to the point of throwing away his own important match, to help me.

I’m so happy that I was told that I can help.

I know I have to work hard.

And the show has come to an end.

HAYATO:Your hosts were HAYATO and….

Ren Jinguji: ... Ren Jinguji and….

Masato Hijirikawa: ... Masato Hijirikawa.

Director: Cut! Okay!

HAYATO:Hehe. That was great, both of you! Good job!

Ren Jinguji: Good job.

Masato Hijirikawa: Good job.

Shortly thereafter, HAYATO-sama and his staff leave the school.

Ren Jinguji: In the end, we didn’t find out who would win between us.

Masato Hijirikawa: That is fine, then. We shouldn’t fight if we don’t have to.

Ren Jinguji: You have the option. You’re the eldest son, so you’re naturally ahead of me. That’s why you can afford to be like that.

Masato Hijirikawa: That is not the case. Is your position, free of restraints from your family, not more advantageous?

Ren Jinguji: You can only say that because you’re the one who can go beyond the door. How miserable it is to be someone who isn’t allowed to even open the door….

I just don’t like the fact that you have unconditional happiness. That’s why I have to surpass you to be recognized.

Masato Hijirikawa: What are you saying? Happiness…? I... never….

Ren Jinguji: At least you’re cherished by your family, as the eldest son.

Masato Hijirikawa: Mm, maybe so. Just... as a successor to the household.

Ren Jinguji: That’s enough of a reason. Anyway, we’ll settle this again sooner or later.

Masato Hijirikawa: Do what you want…. You have no idea how I feel or how hard things are for me

And so, both of them walked off in different directions.

Haruka Nanami: Um, Jinguji-san! Good job!

I offer a towel to Jinguji-san.

Ren Jinguji: Oh, good job… but I don’t need a towel. Why don’t you wipe your face before giving it to me? Your face is still muddy.

Select the phrase!

So are your clothes. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: First, we need to get the mud off your clothes.

Ren Jinguji: I told you that I have plenty of spare clothes. It’s as simple as taking these things off. George, get me a different uniform….

As soon as Jinguji-san orders that, George quickly takes out a clean uniform…. Amazing!

Is it possible that he carries it with him at all times?

Ren Jinguji: In the end, there was no winner or loser.

Haruka Nanami: Do you want to beat Hijirikawa-sama…?

Ren Jinguji: Yeah, of course. To the extent that the world recognizes that he is no match for me.

It doesn’t matter what your birth order is. That doesn’t make you superior. I’m going to prove it here at this school.

Which one is better…? The graduation audition will reveal it most clearly.

But in a graduation audition, the quality of the song will also be evaluated.

I don’t know what kind of music Hijirikawa-sama’s partner will create, but I can’t lose!

Jinguji-san saved my life. Also… I definitely want to see him succeed as a top idol.

And... he also accepted me as his partner.

That’s why I’m not lost anymore! I’m the one who can make Jinguji-san shine brighter than anyone else….

Just through my feelings and music. I’ll work harder and harder and definitely debut with him!

I swear it firmly in my heart.

Mini Game

Ryuya Hyuga: Today I’m gonna test your lyric-writing sensibilities. Almost all songs are made before lyrics, but sometimes it’s the other way around. Lyric interpretation is very important.

Moreover, even if you’re a composer, you’ll still be writing lyrics. It’s good to polish your taste. Listen up! Lyrics aren't poems.

Think carefully about composing your melody, making it catchy, and treasuring the image of the song in your mind.

You’ll be asked to write your own lyrics for the assigned song. Choose one of several words in a fill-in-the-blank format. Use your sensibility to choose the lyrics that best suit the song.

I’ll grade it for you later. Now go ahead and give it a try!

S Rank

The next day, I show the lyrics I wrote for the test to Jinguji-san.

Ren Jinguji: Yes, you have good taste.

You not only have great taste in music, but with lyrics as well.

You must’ve been born with the talent for music.

Haruka Nanami: Eh… ah… I’m not that impressive….

“Born with the talent for music”.... I would be so happy if that were true.

However, that doesn’t sound possible, so I’ll continue to try my best.

Chapter End

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ 𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆: #2 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: February 19th, 2023 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: The following post contains mentions of sexual activity, alcohol use, arson, and vomit. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: All writers consented to have their muses featured in the gossip blog.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ Dearest Readers,

February is our favorite time of the year as it brings about Arcadia University’s annual Valentine’s Gala. It’s the season of love, but it is also the season of alliances and, my personal favorite, heartbreaks. This year’s Valentine’s Gala brought plenty of surprises, both good and bad, and I have been so eager to bring them all to you.

Every year, Arcadia University’s students vote for the 2023 Valentine’s Gala Best Dressed Lord and Lady. There have been some shocks in years past with the winners of this highly sought after award, but this year’s winners brought us no surprises.

Lord Emrys Narelle took the crown this year. It comes as no surprise that Nanami’s First Love won, after all, he does have a reputation for being Prince Charming both on campus and off. It would be hard to expect anything else of the model and popular influencer. By all reports, partygoers were dazzled by the young Lord’s outfit. He’s nothing if not a flawless beauty.

Some of our photographers managed to snap photos of Lord Emrys when the moment was announced. As expected, he accepted his success graciously, but the camera has a way of capturing more than just a moment. For a model and influencer of his stature, one would expect Lord Emrys to know better than to step foot into the public eye with imperfect makeup.

Cakey foundation and smudged eyeliner came as a surprise on closer review. Indeed, Lord Emrys is a natural beauty, but his gorgeous features can only hide so much. Perhaps Lord Emrys should consider investing in a better makeup artist, or longer lasting setting spray.

Nevertheless, his victory is well-deserved, even with his questionable makeup towards the end of the night. I’m certain it comes as a warm comfort to a young man who has spent the entirety of his life being unwanted by his own nation.

While Nanami’s First Love – and unwanted Prince – took the crown of Best Dressed Lord, Avani Noblesse Lady Nevaeh Ha Eun Ahn was crowned Best Dressed Lady.

Appearing to be a true fairytale princess in her opulent, floral gown, Lady Nevaeh was a sight to be seen. She may have played it safe with her outfit, but it is clear that tradition works.

The two crowned winners took to the dance floor following the announcement and shared quite a lovely moment together.

Though it appears that Lady Nevaeh was busy on the floor with more than one man that evening. She was spotted lending a helping hand to a nearly unrecognizable student earlier in the evening. Initially, reports claimed the student to be one of the citizen waiters employed at the gala. However, upon closer investigation, it was revealed that he was not a waiter, but rather a particularly hungry citizen student with quite the track record.

Regulus Estarossa has a rap sheet longer than most I’ve seen in my days. The bulk of his offenses are made up of assaults and aggravated threats against nobles in particular. For a mere citizen student on this campus, he has an intriguing, seemingly dangerous record that precedes him, so one can only ask why Lady Nevaeh invited him to dance?

Known for her charity as President of Helping Hand, it’s easy to suspect that Lady Nevaeh may have seen the citizen hoarding food from the buffet and simply took it upon herself to show him kindness. Though, I’m inclined to challenge that assumption, and present another.

Perhaps it’s that Lady Nevaeh has found herself feeling a sense of romance towards this unfortunate, violent citizen… or she has simply seen the benefit in showing a kind hand in public?

After all, it seems as if the Lady is not exactly prone to showing kindness to all fellow students. Her date to the gala was none other than Lord Florian Heydrich. The same lord who was seen accompanying Heiress Karma Amalia Lee to Nanami’s fashion week not all that long ago. By all accounts, the two water elementals are engaged to each other. Though while Karma may be suspected to be climbing her way up the ranks through her arrangement with the particularly charitable Lord Florian, one is only left to wonder of Lady Nevaeh’s involvement.

Social climber or not, an engagement is no small thing, and it reflects poorly on any noble to involve themselves in the affairs of others, especially as the date to a Valentine’s Gala with an engaged lord. While it could be that the two nobles have found themselves drawn to each other, I’d like to offer a word of warning to Lady Nevaeh; a reputation as a home wrecker is not at all an easy one to get rid of.

However, it may not be completely on Lady Nevaeh and Karma – they very well may have been unknowing victims – as Lord Florian found himself entertaining more than one woman that evening.

Cameras went crazy as Lord Heydrich and Lady Estelle de Chagny shared a dance at the center of the floor. The two picturesque nobles made the perfect couple during their romantic moment. Though the dance was certainly more than a show of friendship.

To the shock of everyone in attendance, the two shared a passionate kiss, completely disregarding both of their dates in attendance. If not for Lord Florian’s intriguing involvement with two other women that evening, it could have been a moving declaration of love. One can only wonder if there truly is love between Lord Florian and Lady Estelle or if the two were out to make a point to their respective flings – and ex-flings at that.

Among the most shocking news of the night was the return of Idris Adair. If you remember my reports around this time last year, the loaded, problematic heir disappeared from campus following a chaotic, publicized break-up with Lady Estelle. The seemingly perfect couple had ended in a fiery mess, and it was presumed that the heir was either locked away somewhere by his incredibly wealthy family or that he had overdosed.

However, Idris appeared to be better than ever that evening, even as he watched his past lover lock lips with another. According to reports from witnesses, the two shared a conversation following Lady Estelle’s passionate dance and she even went as far as greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

Could sparks be flying once more?

If you ask me, I’d suggest that the ex-couple stay far away from each other, lest they desire to see Idris surrounded by emptied bottles and illicit substances all over again.

Though much to my surprise, all accounts report that the young heir steered clear of the bar. It appears his disappearance has done him well, so kudos to him on his newfound sobriety.

May it last.

I’d suggest he offer his sobriety tips to some of his fellow students on campus. While Idris steered clear of drinks at the gala, one noble was far less behaved.

Lord Aeth Astor – name of no relation – was considered one of the gems of the gala as he entered on the arm of Sirius’ Prince Ilya Jeon. The two turned heads with their lovely, coordinated outfits to the gala and looked to be one of the most eye-catching couples of the evening, though surprisingly, that reputation devolved in record time.

Lord Aeth seemed to be a flighty date, having abandoned the Prince not long into the night. He was easily drawn to alcoholic beverages offered and slipped into dangerous, inebriated territory for the better part of the night. By several accounts, the lord was completely drunk at the gala, spending his time entertaining other men rather than his date.

In Lord Aeth’s defense, while the Valentine’s Gala is a romantic occasion, there’s nothing wrong with keeping one’s options open. Though for most young nobles, a young, handsome prince is the peak of one’s choice of partner. However, perhaps Prince Ilya isn’t all that he seems. After all, you are a reflection of the company you keep. Undoubtedly, the Prince’s choice of date for the night is bound to raise questions and receive criticism.

As the spare turned heir, Prince Ilya should be more careful with who he chooses to bring to such legacy events.

Though arguably, Lord Aeth must have an invisible, misunderstood charm to him, as he managed to capture the eye of more than one prince that evening.

A couple of witnesses reported seeing Prince Erasmus Weiss engaging with the lord on the dance floor as they shared more than just words. The two were rather intimately involved in a conversation with each other as their hands explored each other in an inappropriate manner. For most nobles, one prince’s attention would be enough, however, Lord Aeth has clearly found himself desperate for the attention of both.

Managing to catch both of their eyes is certainly an impressive feat. It’s only a shame that he made an embarrassment of himself in the process.

Instead of kissing each other, as many witnesses anticipated, Lord Aeth saw fit to vomit on Sora’s future King. Quite a tragedy, indeed, considering the Prince adorned himself so beautifully that evening.

For our readers, I’d suggest you check in on Lord Aeth and Prince Erasmus following this harrowing experience. I’m sure their embarrassment is immeasurable and that kind words would be a comfort.

Dare I say it’s karma for the prince?

After all, what was he doing with such low-hanging fruit when he is betrothed to Lord Soleil Rhys Nerezza?

Prior to the tragic incident between Lord Aeth’s vomit and the Prince’s outfit, the latter shared a lovely dance with his fiance.

Lord Soleil presented his betrothed with a small gift on the dance floor. Though our witnesses could not get a good look at it, they speculated that it was a ring, and judging from the Prince’s reaction, a lavish one.

Despite Prince Erasmus questionable interactions with other nobles, it’s clear that at least one person in the engagement is determined to make the arrangement work. There has been plenty of speculation about the inter-elemental engagement, particularly because producing air elementals is vastly important for the future King. Certainly though, this move puts to rest any further question of the stability of their engagement.

I commend Lord Soleil for his dedication to the engagement. Perhaps in due time true love will bloom between the two. Admittedly, anything must be better than a partner who would throw up on you at one of the most important events of the year.

On the topic of new, earnest romance, a rather interesting report came to us from one of our braver witnesses. It appears as if cupid’s bow may have hit two unsuspecting parties at the gala – Lady Charlotte Astor and Lord Se–Hun Seo. The air and fire nobles respectively were seen in a flirtatious game of tug-of-war at the gala.

The witness reports having seen Lord Se–Hun with a letter in hand, perhaps one from the lady herself. It’s a surprisingly cute gesture for the two, exchanging a love letter at the Valentine’s Gala, especially considering the fire noble’s less than savory reputation.

It is common knowledge that Lord Se–Hun has a rougher demeanor on campus, known for his temperamental outbursts. But perhaps love is just what he needs to calm himself down and I can think of no better match than Lady Charlotte, considering her sunny demeanor.

I’d like to congratulate this new couple and wish them the best of luck on their romantic journey! Hopefully Lady Charlotte will never find herself on the receiving end of the lord’s outbursts.

Love between these two wasn’t the only thing burning that night. The school administration has reported that there was arson that took place in Lotus Library on the night of the gala. Suspiciously, all cameras were also scorched in the process. No injuries were reported. The investigation is ongoing and the administration has asked that anyone with additional information on the crime report to them directly.

They did not respond to questions about which books were burned in the library, though they did say that Lotus Library will be closed for the next week for repairs.

Flames and emotions alike ran hot on the night of the gala.

Following the announcement of the 2023 Best Dressed Lord and Lady, several witnesses claim that they saw Lady Eden Kobayashi leaving the gala in a rush. There is no doubt that her outfit was gorgeous, but unfortunately for her it simply failed to garner the student body’s majority vote. Though most students were busy at the gala, we did receive one account of a witness having seen the Noblesse in tears in Winthrop Court. Though they claim she didn’t return to her own dorm room to throw a pity party, rather she knocked on someone else’s door that night.

Who did Lady Eden choose to comfort her that evening? However, the more pressing question raised by several witnesses was around the presence of a few droplets of blood on her dress.

A shocking sight indeed, though perhaps not for the earth nation noble.

I received a report from one concerned witness claiming that they saw Lady Eden entering an illegal underground dueling ring. Though the witness didn’t follow her inside, one can only wonder what she was up to within such a notoriously dangerous place. It’s common knowledge that the Kobayashi family has had a history of financial issues, so I’d assume the lady was fighting in order to earn money for her gala expenses.

If that is the case, then Lady Eden’s upset makes sense. I, too, would be saddened if the little money I had was spent on a dress that didn’t win any accolades. I send you well wishes, Lady Eden, and hopefully good financial fortune for the upcoming year.

Of course, my readers, I have opted to save the hottest gossip for last. This is the most outrageous story, I’ve ever received, because never before have I heard of nobles, much less royalty, engaging in public sex.

Several witnesses report having seen Lady Vaani Roy dragging Nanami’s very own Prince Hyacinth Narelle away from the inside ballroom for a private conversation. Naturally, a lady and royal being alone is scandalous enough, though the scandal lies not in their privacy but rather in what they chose to do with it.

I’ve received conflicting accounts of what happened on the balcony just outside of the main event. There are those who claim they only saw Prince Hyacinth as they looked up from the gardens, whilst other sources swear that only Lady Vaani was on the balcony that evening. However, the most salacious of all were the accounts we received that Prince Hyacinth disappeared underneath the lady’s dress.

It would be so easy to dismiss these rumors as ridiculous hearsay, but there was a considerable volume of reports that came in from various parties, all of which agreed on one thing: the sound of moans coming from the balcony.

Considering the Prince re-entered the gala some time later, looking disheveled and out of breath, it’s easy to deduce what they may have been up to.

Of course, it is so hard to believe that a royal as widely loved and respected as Prince Hyacinth would make such a foolish mistake and that Lady Vaani would be so shameless as to let it happen. Certainly, this will warrant conversations from both of their families. Modesty and virtue are non-negotiables for the highest of society, and it’d be a shame to see their marriage prospects lowered because of one night of lust.

The Valentine’s Gala always brings the gift of drama. After a historical – for better or for worse – night, there is much to keep track of in the coming weeks, including these relationships, both new and old.

Like always, my dearest readers, keep whispering and writing in, for we will always be listening.

Stay tuned.

Yours Truly, Lady Astor