#Nagumo x reader

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

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The word 'obsession' is a mild word if it's referring to him but it's the only word that can describe what he feels on an everyday basis. What he feels is beyond worldly tags on feelings and emotions, words are just words afterall and words always falls short.

He loves, he hates, he adores, he loathes, he swoons, he has the very impulsive thought of killing you with his own hands while he watches the life leave your eyes, he wants to hold you close and never want to see the light burn out in your eyes, he doesn't know what he wants when it comes to you but in the end, it's all words- he'll truly never be able to tell you how he feels.

Despite the constant conflict of emotions in him, he never thought of letting you go. That's not even a choice, the words itself has a meaning in his dictionary, sure but when it comes together? It's a sham of a word, a phrase to be precise, a crude mockery to be exact. It's a sentence that doesn't make sense nor should it make sense because why would he ever do that? He loves you, He hates you.

It's confusing really, he loves you to the point that he can kill you. Obsession? A mild word as stated before, the want on keeping you locked up all for him is always in conflict with the want on taking you around the world and spoiling you rotten, allowing you to be free and flourish rather than caged and wither but- there will always be a 'but' since all he wants is to do both, the former and the latter. Both sounds so good, he can't really decide. Until then, you can live your life without the knowledge of turmoil in him, enjoy it while you can.

But maybe one day, he'll finally snap. Snap and make his final decision on what he wants to do with you and your life, make the final decision on how you're gonna spend the rest of your life or maybe he'll come to a realization, the truth of it all in a poetic sense.

He hates the fact that he loves you or he loves the fact that you hate him, No in-between.

He loves you enough to possibly kill you. A bad ending of a sort or a mercy in a twisted sort of way, It's all upto you in the end.

Love could kill? Words always falls short but for him, those three words means more to him than 'I love you' or any of those other 3 words squashed together to make a phrase. Love can kill and it means literally but only if you're referring to him, that is.

He just loves you enough to kill you.

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Characters when they go Yandere! Lol? I felt poetic and a tad bit lazy to write anything else.

Applies to :

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Chrollo, Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi, Dabi, Nagumo, L

Im out of characters but who do you think this could apply to?

Masterlist

[24hlevi]

omg could i request for ‘how you first met + when does he start liking you’ kind of hcs with nagumo and seba, but its set in jcc so the reader is also a student there?

thank you for the sakamoto days crumbs btw 🫶😭

ah i love this so much! thank you for requesting 🫶

and of course! i love this manga so much and need more people to read it

— how you met + when he started liking you

sakamoto days charas (nagumo & seba) x gn!reader

Nagumo -

• nagumo first met you at the jcc through rion who was close friends with you and decided to introduce you to him

• from that moment on nagumo knew he wanted to be with you just off first glance, then you spoke and he calls it love at first sight

• at first nagumo was just curious about you, how you were able to fight so excellently, he wanted to know everything about you, so he asked rion a few times before she told him to just suck it up and ask you all the questions

• nagumo started liking you after he saw you take down a guy twice your size with ease, he knew from that point on that he wanted you to be his, and he wouldn't stop for nothing

• he started with subtle flirting, occasionally touching your shoulder or waist to move you aside or for him to get past, a lot of compliments that rion and sakamoto wanted to throw up over, and him being genuine with you

• nagumo is incredibly obvious that he has feelings for you, if you notice, then he'll ask you out on the spot, if you don't, he'll play the game a little longer

• if you realize quickly that he has feelings for you, confronting him will not work, he won't admit it cause he wants the confession to be perfect, so he'll make up some lie on the spot which leaves you confused

• though, rion likely told you first after getting annoyed that you were all nagumo talked about, telling you to please tell him if you have feelings too or not cause she can't stand him ranting about you 24/7

• so when you confront him for a second time, nagumo pouts knowing rion told you and confesses his feelings, lowkey annoyed that it was ruined but still happy nonetheless when you say you like him as well

• he hugged you so tightly when you said you liked him back, saying that even though the confession was ruined he'll make sure the first date is one you'll remember forever

Seba Natsuki -

• natsuki doesn't have a whole lot of friends, but when he accidentally walked into you because he wasn't paying attention and you immediately strike up a conversation with him, he starts to think maybe having a friend wouldn't be so bad

• so he agreed to be your friend and you two were from then on always around each other as friends, roaming the halls together and skipping classes

• natsuki didn't talk a whole lot to you, but he was glad he had somebody around to cure him of his boredom at the jcc

• natsuki started to like you when he was ranting about how his invisibility worked before realizing he was talking too much, going quiet when you told him, "it's okay, i like hearing you talk"

• he had never liked anyone before you, so he was unfortunately clueless on how to work the situation, he couldn't tell if you had feelings for him as well, and he didn't want to ruin the one and only friendship he had, so he kept quiet about it for a while

• but it was obvious with the lingering gazes he sent towards you, the hint of jealousy he showed when other guys flirted with you in front of him, and the protectiveness that grew the more he knew be liked you and didn't want you to get hurt

• if you notice these things, you'll have to confront him on it cause he won't admit it himself he would rather die than do that, if you don't notice he might go insane and force himself to tell you his feelings

• when he confesses his feelings to you, he looked up what were good ideas beforehand and resulted in him coming to you with a hand-written letter and a bouquet of flowers he remembered you liked, handing them to you and patiently letting you read the letter, worried that it would go wrong

• but when you smiled and told him you liked him too, he was dumbstruck, frozen in his spot as he tried to process what you said to him before a small smile formed on his face and he hugged you tightly, mumbling quietly how he's thankful you didn't hate him for liking you

• natsuki opened up to you a lot more after that, feeling comfortable with you unlike anyone else, and he was happy to be with you, he didn't think you liked him back, but he's very happy that you do

[dinneronvenus]

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. NAGUMO HEADCANONS

⭒ loves to play pranks with you, and on you too, but he prefers playfully antagonizing others with you. the pranks he plays on you are always innocent and goofy

⭒ sucker for a pretty smile and a cute laugh

⭒ huge appetite, he’s constantly snacking on something and also has a severe sweet tooth

⭒ loves chubby/thick women, wants his woman to feel like a life-sized stuffed animal

⭒ extremely faithful, but starts out a little unserious due to his lifestyle. scared that he can’t be the right one for you

⭒ due to his work uniform being so uptight, he dresses pretty lazily on his days off

⭒ despite that ^ he loves seeing you dressed up and will always dress up alongside you, letting you treat him like a doll on date night

⭒ shows off complicated knife tricks to impress you

⭒ cheats at any game possible, says something like “I just wanted to see if you’d catch me” when called out

⭒ always brings home a souvenir from his missions to give you

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ NSFW NAGUMO HEADCANONS

⭒ loves to hear you laugh during sex, since he’s skilled in anatomy he knows exactly where to touch you to elicit the cutest sounds

⭒ absolutely a tit man, he can’t get enough of those plump breasts of yours and loves to rest his head on them after a mission

⭒ once he feels safe with you, he’ll start stalking you in disguise. you’d never know how many times he’s watched you walk home or that he was the store clerk who knew your measurements a little too well

⭒ knife play is guaranteed to come up and he’ll be ecstatic if you say yes. loveloveloves seeing how you tremble when the cold steel of his knife ghosts over your panties

⭒ very territorial (can you blame him?) he’s always leaving marks on you for the whole world to see. deep purple hickies all over your neck, hand prints on your hips and ass, bruises from rope and marks from silk ties on your wrists and ankles. he wants you to feel his desire for you whenever you look in the mirror and for others to see it too, especially when he’s gone for a while

⭒ asks if you’ll let him film you two’s lovemaking sessions so he’ll have his own personal porn when he’s gone

⭒ always asks you to kiss his dick before you suck it and to smile once you’ve swallowed all his cum—he never forgets to tell you how sweet you are and how good you are for him, either

[yukuoo]

hiiiiiii 💗

can i request a nagumoxreader fic where reader is in love with nagumo’s tattoos (BECAUSE I SO AM) and nagumo teases her about it and she’s kinda so done with him but she stills gets flustered? does this make sense idk!!

it’s ok if you don’t wanna do it tho thx anyways <3

I don't know if this is what you were looking for so I deeply apologize if it isn't!

Nagumo x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of death, sexual jokes

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒

Having been partnered up with Nagumo meant that you were constantly a victim of his pranks and irritating personality. Along with the many mysteries of him despite knowing him since your JCC days.

No one knew much about him, other than him being a master of disguise and a member of the order. Nagumo was a man like no other.

If you had to describe him in a sentence...

A child stuck in a man's body.

You were so done with his shit— If you weren't a member of the order as him and didn't want to be teased by him by your short temper— you would have killed him and fed his corpse to the dogs by now. It was quite the mystery to everyone how he even considered you his friend with all the glares and insults you threw at him. Not only that, but also how he was alive by the same things.

Despite his child like attitude when it came to annoy others, you would be lying if you said he wasn't attractive.

He was in fact one of the few hot men you had laid eyes upon. His facial features, hair, height— his body. Only a fool would deny his looks, and you were no fool. If there was something that called your attention about him..

His tattoos.

His fucking tattoos

You would have definitely hit if he wasn't so annoying to you all the time.

"C'mon, I haven't even done anything to bother you and you're already giving me glares!" Nagumo poked your cheek with his signature cheeky smile.

"Keep poking my cheek and I'll rip off your fingers." You glared at him with arms crossed on your chest.

"Scary!" He didn't stop, he knew you only had but empty threats.

You scoffed, not in the slightest amused while swatting his hand away from your cheek. Your eyes glanced discreetly at his fingers, seeing the numbers tattooed on them. You could only wonder how many more he had, was his whole body covered in them? Was it only his arms and legs that had tattoos?

The tall man caught onto your staring, he followed your gaze out of curiosity only for his eyes to fall onto his fingers. He stayed quiet for a bit before looking up at you.

"I didn't know you had a thing for hands!" He spoke rather loudly, making you snap out of the trance.

"THAT'S NOT IT?!" Your face turned bright red, attempting to shove his face away with your hand after he had said that so loudly despite just being you both.

After finishing a mission earlier than expected, you both just went to a hotel and chilled until someone came to pick you up.

Nagumo managed to dodge your hand in time while laughing, his right hand grabbing onto your rest. "Then? What's on your mind?" Even with a smile, you didn't miss how the look in his eyes changed slightly to a more serious gaze.

Blinking a few times, you sighed. Gaze averting to the side— should you really tell him? It was most likely that he wouldn't let it go until you fessed up. It was either him bothering you until you spoke, or him making fun of you for having a small crush on his tattoos.

"If you don't say anything I'll just assume you have a hand kink or something—"

"Nagumo."

"Yes ma'am!"

Nagumo stared at his hand, what is it that you found so interesting? Thats when it clicked.

Oh. He thought. Oh.

"Oh my tattoos!"

A moment of silence passed by until you let out yet another sigh, this time more seemingly that of one of giving up. Nagumo had figured it out a little later than you had expected but he would have found out sooner or later, you thought.

"If you liked my tattoos so much you could have just said so." He continued to poke your cheek. He found it quite amusing how the tips of your ears had turned into a bright pink while refusing to make any sort of eye contact with him. Not even a side eye.

He would have never had thought that you would be interested in tattoos, you never once made a comment about them nor had you ever seemed to had an interest. So to think that you had actually payed attention to his tattoos was enough to catch him off guard.

"No way... I don't know how you came up with that conclusion.." You grumbled, refusing to make any sort of eye contact with him after your little secret had been just found out. Closing your eyes, you couldn't help what he had up his sleeve now. Nagumo was an unpredictable man, so he would either blackmail you somehow by just liking his tattoos— or you wouldn't hear the end of it by him.

When he had stopped poking your cheek, you felt him take a step away from you and you heard some rustling. Opening your eyes— the blush that had been on your ears spread to your face. You pulled his shirt down after he had tried to take it off. "Wh-what are you doing— are you crazy?!"

"I'm just taking it off to satisfy your curiosity!" Now it was a battle between you pulling his shirt down and him pulling it up. Soon making the said shirt rip.

"Ah."

"I didn't know you were that curious..'

"You're insufferable."

But maybe you did like him after all.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!

[seoafin]

Someone is following you.

You don’t need to look behind you to know that someone has been following you for the last fifteen minutes. Every turn, crossing, and stop. You could feel their gaze on the back of your neck. No killing intent. Yet. You didn’t speed up, you didn’t run. You kept to a steady pace. Your follower could fool themselves into thinking you were clueless.

You take a left instead of the right of your daily commute back to your apartment, and instead, enter a park, cutting across it, past the empty swings and playground, to the alley wedged between two buildings behind it.

The presence disappears. You stop. Turn around.

“Hey stranger!” Nagumo chirps, standing against the chain link fence enclosing the park. He brings a hand out of the long trench coat on his figure and lifts it in an enthusiastic wave. “Long time no see!”

You set your shoulders, instantly on guard. “What are you doing here?”

He tilts his head to the side, as if he’s genuinely confused, before he brushes it off in the same manner you’ve seen him shrug off your barbed words and people’s glares: with a bright smile. “Can’t I visit an old friend? It’s been ages!” 

Just as you move to take a step back, he’s in front of you, taking a step closer.

“I’ve been really lonely these days,” he muses. “You know, with Sakamoto leaving the Order, and you being off the radar and all. Shishiba doesn’t even laugh at my jokes! He can be so du—”

“...”

“—deadly!”

“We aren’t friends,” you say bluntly. “We never were.” Rion was your friend. Rion got along with Nagumo for reasons beyond your comprehension. You and Sakamoto had somehow bonded over the long stretches of silence in which all the two of you could hear were Nagumo and Rion giggling away or bullying some undeserving freshman.

“Ouch!” Contrary to your words, he looks pleased. “Straight to the heart! Guessing if I ask you to be mine again, you’ll kill me, won’t you?”

What a joke. Your gaze sharpens, feeling a rush of irritation. You aren’t in high school anymore, but that smile always made you feel small. Like he’s hiding all your secrets in them. Like you willingly entrusted them to him in the first place. You’ve never trusted that smile.

Once again, you ask. “What are you doing here, Nagumo?”

His smile widens. He likes that you used his name. You don’t know what to do with that information. Your back hits brick.

He’s almost flush against you, despite every atom in your body rejecting your passivity. Your fingers twitch. You ground your feet against the dirt, forcing yourself to stay still. Five openings. You aren’t stupid enough to believe all of those five are actually openings. Even now, he’s guarded, shifting all the vital points of his body away. 

You’re out of practice, but that doesn’t mean you’d go down easy.

Then a finger grazes your neck. You flinch so hard, you move against the brick. The hand drops.

“If you want me to back off, then kill me.” He leans in closer, until your noses are almost touching. He cranes his neck to the side, giving you an opening straight to his jugular. You can see the shapes of his tattoos pressed against skin, strands of his black hair resting against his neck. His voice lowers. “With that pen in your hands.”

You startle, looking down at your hand, fisted around a pen you have no recollection of taking out. You loosen your grip, and the pen falls out of your hand.

Your heart drops, eyes wide. “I…”

An honest life. No more killing. Sakamoto understood. Sakamoto had fallen in love and retired for good. If Sakamoto could do it, couldn’t you? You weren’t asking to be loved. You were asking to be better. To be a person your younger brother could call his older sister with pride.

“Ah! That reminds me! How’s your younger bro—”

The key in your hand is pressed right against Nagumo’s jugular. A thin trickle of blood runs down his neck, down the lines of his tattoos, down onto his pristine white collared shirt, staining it red. His hand is wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from piercing him entirely. 

You stare at him. He meets your gaze evenly.

“See?” He smiles, eyes lidded, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen a smile touch more than his lips. “I knew you still had it in you.”

[inaflashimagine]

Did someone say a Nagumo fic? I would like to see it 🤲🏽

ask and you shall receive (pasting 2k below bc i'm unhinged)

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You’re considering poisoning the vice principal of JCC.

It’s still in the planning phase, of course. But the true challenge, if this impossible task were to ever be achieved, would lie in the execution portion. Before leaving the airtight rooms of the laboratories, all students in the poisons department must properly discard any concoctions they’ve made in the fume hood (and any other chemicals that require extra care in their disposal are handled by the 24/7 toxic waste team). As many faculty in the department often repeat during their classes, the greatest poisons a student could ever make are arrogance and ignorance. For that reason alone, anything made for off-campus assignments is safely stored by lab managers in the school’s securely locked freezer until they must be given out.

Not to mention that every poisons professor also practices their due diligence by constantly updating the school chemicals inventory, which includes keeping track of the approved materials and poison recipes that students can take out of an extensive library of hazardous reagents, toxic substances, and highly coveted venoms.

That doesn’t mean that students haven’t tried to outsmart faculty or find a loophole in the system. Third-year Tanaka Kaito thought sneaking out with the tiny glass bottle containing his newest poison inside his mouth was a smart choice; and it might’ve been, if he hadn’t tripped over the lab assistant’s foot, which, coincidentally, happened to be in his way. Peers smarter than him have managed to avoid ruptured intestines or chemically burnt mouths, but considering these individuals–of which there are many–still fail and end up being expelled, stealing such precious items is not a risk many in your department are willing to take.

You understand the delicate position JCC is placed in when students break the institutional rules; since the JAA requires any poisons that are used by assassins or during non-educative assignments to be manufactured by those with a toxicology license, it makes sense that the JCC would adopt the most stringent guidelines to avoid a bad reputation.

Still. It doesn’t hurt to dream–or at least, you can’t get expelled for wishful thinking.

Besides, you have to find some way to pass the time in this dreadful class.

“Who are you thinking about killing this time?”

You blink, your eyes falling on the person who interrupted your delusions. The one who makes this class even more agonizing than should be tolerable.

“What makes you think I want to kill someone?” Flipping over the pages of your notebook to a blank one, you begin to scribble today’s course topic and can’t help but note the irony of you desperately wanting Ito-sensei to enter the room so he can start your least favorite class.

The Art of Espionage: For Intermediate Learners

From your periphery, you can see your dark-haired classmate leaning back into his desk chair as he deftly twirls a pocket knife in his hand, unfazed that all of his weight is balanced by one precious metal leg. He laughs lightly at your question, but it’s difficult to catch any mirth that follows it. “I always assumed only assassins carry bloodlust, but you proved me wrong. Though I guess I should’ve seen it coming.” His smile widens, a hint of smugness tugging the corner of his lips as he points the blade toward you like he’s just pointing a finger in your direction and not a potentially lethal weapon. “The ones in the poisons department do love holding grudges.”

You don’t know what others see in Nagumo. Sure, he’s objectively attractive–it would be stupid to argue that fact, and you’re not blind. And yeah, he’s one of the top second-year candidates in the intelligence-gathering department (though there are rumors of him wanting to transfer to the assassin program)–that’s not a surprise for someone who comes from a prominent family of spies, even if it is quite funny that the tidbit is well-known despite everything else about him being shrouded in the largest cloud of mystery…

…but any of those appealing characteristics seem to be thrown out the window the moment he begins to talk. And boy, does he talk.

“See, if I didn’t know any better,” he speaks up, yet again, eyes closed into half crescents as he cheerily jokes, “that annoyed look on your face says you wanna kill me!”

“Well, if you must know, you’re the third on the list. The first person is the vice principal for not switching me into another class.”

Each semester all JCC students must enroll in one class that falls outside the curriculum for their major. This is to ensure that their graduates are competent in all skills that they may need to succeed on the field or in the lab, even if it is unlikely they’d employ every skill on a daily basis. Since the best assassins, spies, weapons makers, and poison experts in the world are adept at rapidly adapting to different situations, it makes sense that the JCC would implement such a rule for their students. But that doesn’t mean you have to enjoy following said rules.

Your first semester at JCC wasn’t too bad. Technically, only third years can matriculate in poisoning classes–though there are a few introductory courses and practicums you can take starting your second year–so you’ve grown well accustomed to enrolling in classes that are beyond the usual chemistry and physics gambit. And since all students are allowed to rank their top choice electives, you were fortunate enough to get the History of Weapon Craft and Creation (considered one of the easier electives for those outside the weapons fabrication department). 

The semester after, you barely passed Firearm Handling & Defensive Training, but at least that class improved your aim with the laser guns in the cafeteria, meaning getting less of those horrid JCC bowls. Yet your luck quickly ran out at the start of the second year, as this semester you now find yourself to be the only poisons department student in a room filled with good-looking, downright intimidating, and incredibly sharp intelligence-gathering students.

You have no idea how you were even allowed to take a class with prerequisites that are nested in the intelligence-gathering department, but your grievances fell on the deaf ears of administrative staff who didn’t even apologize for the scheduling mishap. (Then again, these are the same people who don’t bat an eye when students in the assassin department are gravely injured and even die during an assignment or in the middle of class. It’s no shocker that the second-year class size has considerably dwindled from last year.)

With all other courses being full, your choice was to stick to this option or switch to Martial Arts & Tactical Hand-to-Hand Combat for Advanced Learners. Even if you can’t avoid your fear of looking like an idiot in front of Japan’s future spies, you can at least evade the terror of literally dying by the hands of the country’s strongest assassins-in-training (you heard Sakamoto Taro was a killing machine, a fact you would be happy to simply believe rather than test out for yourself).

However, your earlier fears have now evolved into a living nightmare after Ito-sensei announced that everyone would be assigned a partner to work on assignments together throughout the semester. You didn’t know who Nagumo was until your roommate Aimi gasped at the mere mention of him (which isn't even his full legal name! What is he, Prince?). Banging your head against the wall might be a more pleasant experience than having to hear her complain–for the umpteenth time–that you get to learn from such a ‘genius’.

Admittedly, it's only been a few weeks into the semester, but you're still having trouble identifying the genius part.

“Wow, how scary! I’m terrified!” Nagumo sounds anything but after hearing your empty death threat. “Who’s the second?”

“None of your business.”

“Aw, don’t be like that! Do I know them?”

You think about it for a second, drawing the potential lines forming the network before shaking your head. “Well, actually, yes. Because congrats, you’ve just been bumped up to #2.”

He grins at that, big eyes crinkling. “See, now that’s a better response! But wait, am I third–”

“Second, now…”

“–right, second on the list because I forgot to do my part of the presentation? I swear I meant to get to it, but I got carried away with an outside mission.”

Genius? More like a lazy piece of shift, you think bitterly, eyes squinting at him to scrutinize what he’s hiding under those large dark eyes and that apparently innocuous grin. Of course, because you suck at intelligence-gathering, you come up with nothing other than a pathetic, “Stop lying, you sucky liar.”

The corners of his lips droop a bit further down than usual, but he still manages to adopt that customary smile of his and waits for another beat. Fully aware that the silence and staring make you uncomfortable.

“About the mission or getting the work done?”

“Both.”

“You’re funny!”

“See what I mean about the lying?”

The chair he’s sitting on instantly lands on all four, the harsh sound of pegs scratching the linoleum floors making you startle against your better judgment. One hand rests on his chin as he raises a brow at you, clearly amused. “But really, why would I lie about either part? If it makes you feel any better, I’ll make sure we get top marks on today’s presentation.”

You only have enough time to offer your exasperated sigh as an answer, since Ito-sensei finally walks in and announces the start of today’s presentations.

“Good afternoon everyone, apologies for my tardiness as a meeting went over. In preparation for your first exam next week, each group will be reviewing a different fundamental skill for carrying out espionage. First tactic: seduction.”

When you hear your name and Nagumo’s being called out, your suddenly heavy legs slowly drag their way to the front of the room, already anticipating to make a fool of yourself with your half-assed presentation on how to seduce a target, a skill all these students staring at you in boredom more than likely have performed a thousand times before.

Straightening your posture, you’re ready to begin your long unnecessary speech on the purpose of seduction until Nagumo yawns. Loudly.

The action has you momentarily pause, soft tittering spreading throughout the classroom until you narrow your eyes at your beaming partner, clear your throat, and continue.

“Seduction can be used as a weapon when the person employs the technique to obtain an objective, as seen in–"

“This demo we’re about to show!” Nagumo cuts in, waving his hands animatedly as if about to introduce a mesmerizing performing act. Your confusion only continues to grow as he sharply turns on his heel to face you, bewildered to see that his usual bright smile has been replaced with a more coquettish expression on his face.

“What are you–”

“The word seduction means to ‘lead astray’ in Latin. Doing such a thing means you have to observe your target’s every move. How they move. How they look at you. At others. At their surroundings.” Every step he takes forward means you take one step back. Until you find yourself hitting the wall, your eyes widening with how cold it feels against the back of your neck. “How they react. How they respond to you.”

He doesn’t even have you pinned, his arms laying idly by his sides while you dumbly acknowledge you can easily escape right now. But for some reason, you feel trapped under that curious gaze, the upward quirk of his lips sending a weird shiver up your spine.

“Catch the changes in their body language.” He tilts his head, and when strands of his shaggy black hair tickle your cheek you fully realize the distance–or lack thereof–between you two. “Are they fearful? Or are they open to receiving your advances? Do they approach you just as eagerly?”

Since when did he get so close?

You gulp when his hand dances over your hip while the other outstretched one reaches your face, and you hate how your head instinctively leans toward the motion. It becomes harder to stand your ground while your gaze flits back and forth between the inked numbers on his fingers and those half-lidded eyes, a darkness so rare with how inviting it seems.

As he delicately brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear you wonder if he can hear the frantic hammering of your heart against your chest. Even if he can’t catch it, you can tell by the slight way his eyes glisten that he certainly knows, and maybe even relishes, the effect he has on you–the way you’re futilely trying to snap out of the reverie you’re currently in, drunk in the smell of whatever woodsy fragrance he decided to wear today mixed with the sickly sweet scent of that caramel candy he was chewing on earlier.

Well, fuck.

“And it’s in that moment, when their mind is distracted and more focused on you than their own thoughts”–his nose brushes yours, and your breath hitches as all you can do is close your eyes–“is when you make your move.”

You feel your lungs deprived of air the second he presses you deeper into the wall, one hand still on your hip as he uses the other to swiftly grab a piece of paper tucked in the back pocket of your pants.

A sharp inhale is what returns you to reality, your jaw slackening upon seeing him retreat and wiggle the neatly folded piece of paper he stole from you.

“Nagumo,” you nearly growl as you feebly attempt to get it back from him, which only seems to get him more excited as his face breaks out into a full-blown grin and he waves the item higher with that freakishly long arm.

“Should I unfold it? Reveal to all the secret recipes?”

“Do it and you die!”

“Is that a joke or a threat?” As if he’s some film actor breaking the fourth wall, he turns his head toward your classmates and winks at them. “You can never tell with poisons students.”

The room erupts into laughter.

If only you did lace that paper with poison! You’re mentally preparing to fight (and definitely lose) to him when Ito-sensei’s booming voice keeps you two in check.

“That’s enough, I believe we extracted the main point of your presentation. Either return to your desks or report to the staff room after class for wasting more of our time.”

Both of you don’t need to be told twice–you practically sprint to your desk while an elated Nagumo hums a merry tune from behind, your mind still reeling from what just happened while the chaos in the room dies down and the next group begins their presentation on deception.

How the hell was Nagumo able to do all of that? A presentation you conducted research and rehearsed for around two hours was something he easily accomplished in less than five minutes. And with you as the guinea pig! The thought makes your cheeks burst into flames, but you refuse to hide your face for fear of appearing weaker.

“What did I tell you?” He tosses the paper into your lap–still folded into its original position–as he sends you one of those big smiles that used to give you the creeps but now seems to evoke some other inexplicable feeling. “Top marks!”

The urge to spit out “No thanks to you” is so strong that you have to bite your itching tongue, because that would be a fat lie. So you let out a spiteful ‘hmm’, twitching fingers creasing the folded paper even further.

“Wasn’t it fun teaming up?”

He’s still a bit too close for comfort when he whispers the question, so you lean forward into your desk, trying your best to ignore the buzzing coming from the pest.

“You and I have different definitions of fun.”

“And how would you define it?”

“Not being near you.”

“Guess I’m not the only sucky liar on this team!”

That earns him a glare as you plot several ways to wipe that pleased look off his face. You cross off a few bad ideas that you’re embarrassed your mind even conjured.

“The silent treatment, huh…Didn’t peg you to be the type who does that.”

The eye roll you offer him appears to be a sufficient answer as he lets out a small huff and pretends to listen to his classmates’ project, his bored yawn louder than whatever is being presented. You naively think you’ll be able to endure the remainder of the class without his yapping.

And then he turns to you once again, an impish spark in those large, curious eyes.

“But I just need to ask–what’s written on that piece of paper anyway?”

You press your lips firmly into a straight line and stare at him, bemused that he hasn’t figured it out. He matches your stare, looking at you expectantly. Maybe he’s pretending that he hasn’t read it–with how fast he is, you wouldn’t be surprised if he only needed one or two seconds to skim over the writing.

Then again, you’re the idiot for having a physical copy of your plan to cheat and steal from the school chemicals and rare toxins inventory.

“It’s my formula for a poison that I’ll use to kill you.” Like a psycho, you grin triumphantly upon seeing the way his mouth turns into a tiny shocked ‘O’.

And like the maniac he is, he’s quick to return your smile, though it doesn’t quite reach those indecipherable eyes. “Looking forward to it!”

You’re too proud to admit that you feel the same.

[4channerguy]

Fluff Nagumo (sakamoto days) x GN reader!! It could be about anything Idc as long as it’s fluff!! Include nsfw in the end if you would like too I don’t mind 🫶

✧ nagumo as your boyfriend

◜ ⟣𓂃 hey anonn :3 sorry for the hold up i've been suffering writer's block for like months and shit & i decided it’s the best for me to do like a little headcanon thing cuz like tbh i don’t think i could write a full fic tho 🫡 also the nsfw part is lacking at best because i genuinely still do not KNOW how to WRITE for NAGUMO!!! WHY OH WHY!!!! anyway i hope it caters to you. xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : nsfw content, gender neutral reader (genitalia is not mentioned only your chest and your butt KEK) obsessive behavior mayhaps? ➜ ┊ pairings: nagumo x reader

♯┆SFW .ᐟ ★

he's such a wonderful bf *sigh*

he's also quite a teaser ngl, i think he blows on your neck a lot and when you flinch and glare at him he always has a shit-eating grin.

quite overprotective of you, even if you're literally extremely muscular and can literally bodyslam someone, he cannot BEAR the sight of you getting a small scratch on your face. or you getting into a fight

he's also a drama king

"oh hey nagumo...uhh what're you doing...?"

"applying rubbing alcohol on your face duh, who did this to you?? >:("

"what're you talking about...oh."

"oh?"

"heh...um that was me. i did that. i was...ripping a candy bag open. with my teeth. and the sharp part...cut my face." *insert mlp squee sound*

"..."

he's still going to thoroughly disinfect it and check on it everyday until it's gone. what a king!

he's very handsy, so you will find his hand SOMEWHERE on your part of your body.

you get so used to it you don't even notice.

if you ever sleep together, he always has both of his arms wrapped around you and whenever you wake up in the morning, you feel a puddle of drool in your hair. like always.

when he's sitting down next to you he always has the habit of grabbing your nearest hand and massaging your phalanges. or just intertwining and detangling your fingers with his.

also has the habit of just staring at you for no reason

it's like when you accidentally hold eye contact or stare at a person while your zoning out

except for his case he does it intentionally.

quite possessive of you, in some cases it can be unhealthy. also a bit jealous. (i might go on with this in a ramble if i could)

always offers his frumpy looking jackets and hawaiian shirts for you to wear

and you do because...who tf wouldnt lol

and when you do wear them he melts a little

trace his tattoos with your fingers!!! he finds that gesture slightly intimate

also you two have a game where every year for his birthday you pick out the dumbest tattoo design and make him get it

last year it was a badly drawn dick with two circles and a long oval lol

♯┆NSFW .ᐟ ★

i think he's personally an ass/thigh man

he's always finding a way to sneakily grope them in public settings

speaking of that he probably likes public risky sex (what a freak literally)

the thought of you and him getting off in the back of some janitor's closet or something like that with the door unlocked will get him hard ngl

he also probably has a size kink

AND this might be an unpopular opinion BUT i personally think that he would want to explore pegging

but you didn't hear that from me........................

he would think about asking you about it time to time but he won't personally act on it because it's not something he wants to experience it yet

(sorry)

dick size is kind of around 5 or 6 inches when hard probably and it's not very girthy i will not lie 🙅but it hits all the right spots i guess so yass?

he likes bondage, but wants to see you tied up most of the time :3

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 04.12.24, do not repost or translate my content :^)

[lightdustchild]

heyy shay 🤍🖤 it’s been a long time since I’ve requested anything…💀can I pls request general bf hcs for manabu and nagumo (separate) w gn reader?? they’re so underrated fr😭🙏

So I suck at others but I'll try though! Also I was grounded sorry for getting to your request late

Manabu

He treats you amazing

Like this man-

You probably get small little gifts here and there

I feel like he'd be a little bit slow at first when it comes to affection but he'll come around eventually!

Definitely a more soft and gentle kisser not to long but not to short.

Helps you study. Will probably scold you if you ask to copy any of his work

Will let you have a spot on student council if you wish!

Nagumo

This mans ego reaches the sky

If you like try affection I feel like he would be like "Aw how cute." But give in

Probably feels so proud of himself for scoring you as a partner

Will most definitely try to get you to help with beating ayanokoji

Will maybe spoil you later on.

[inzaynety]

i forgot to add one if my men on the list el oh el

no one really writes for him but i will 🫡 it’s nagumo from sakamoto days !!

i’ll be adding him to the mlist & tags soon!

[gojosatorailme]

I’m desperate for Nagumo from Sakamoto Days so might as well take the initiative and write a fic myself. I’m now taking over this hashtag, this man shall be KNOWN.

Lovesick

A blood tainted battlefield. This is the life you chose the moment you entered the JCC. It wasn’t going to be “sugar spice and everything nice” oh no, it was gonna be hell and you knew it. The longer time passes, the more comrades were bound to fall..bound to die. It was inevitable.

But that doesn’t stop the racing of your anxious heart when you saw them fight.

It doesn’t stop your heart from worrying about him.

Nagumo. 

Sakamoto, Akao, Nagumo, and you. The four of you were tasked to infiltrate an enemy from Thailand, the four actually meaning three.

You were only a first year, you tagged along as an observer. The three were the strongest in the assassin class, you wanted to experience their missions first hand.

Before the mission, you didn’t exactly know much about the three nor did you have a strong opinion on them.

“Taro Sakamoto. Strong.. does he talk??”

“Rion Akao. Totally a hot babe”

“Nagumo…. dunno?”

None of them caught your interest, you just wanted to see them fight and maybe steal a few signature moves for your own benefit.. with your own tweaks of course.

None of them caught your eye, besides him of course. Who the hell is he? I mean, he was attractive sure. He had big eyes, remotely long lashes, long shaggy-ish black hair and.. his tattoo’s. His tattoos were what got you, it was like he was a canvas. Works of art were painted throughout his entire body, it was beautiful. Not to mention his physique, he was so your type.

But he was just so mysterious? There wasn’t much about him that you could pin point, he wasn’t as readable. He’s smart and strong yeah but what goes on in his head you don’t get it? What even is his surname? Meaning to his tattoos? If he wants to fu- he was a mystery.

That’s why he was so captivating. His movements were smooth and quick, you barely saw it as he sliced open an enemies head. Then down another, and another, then eventually there was a pile of bodies that littered the floor accompanied by the reeking stench of blood.

You were supposed to only tag along for one mission, but after meeting Nagumo, you practically begged to tag along again. Then you became a permanent member of the team.

At first, you wanted to see what you can learn from them in order to be stronger. But now, it’s for him. You wanted an excuse to see him. It didn’t take you long to realize that this interests developed into a crush.

You couldn’t help it, the more you hung around him the more entranced you became. You wanted to believe he was using a sort of assassin technique to seduce you, maybe his dark eyes were the culprit? Everytime you gazed into them you couldn’t find yourself looking away.

He’s so silly, he’s pretty cool too. It was strange, you thought he was kinda weird but his laugh never fails to make your face feel warm. The room felt hot when he was there, at one point you wanted to escape.

At one point the feelings made you feel trapped, suffocated maybe. Seeing him made you anxious, you made a fool of yourself. Fumbling over your words and avoiding his gaze, he’s a smart guy so your sure he’s caught on by now. It got so bad you began throwing up in the morning worried you’d see him, what does he think of you?? Your stomach would always feel funny at the thought.

His laugh began to make you feel dizzy.

Why was he so cute?

It didn’t help that he smelled sooo good, a cold blooded assassin that smells GOOD? You don’t hear that everyday.

These feelings stop you from reaching your full potential as an assassin, even limiting you from your original powers.

Even now, as Nagumo is on the ground with a bloodied stomach, you can’t protect him. The others were in another building and it was only you two, being overcome with the tension, you messed up and he was forced to take the blow.

He could’ve easily taken on the enemy on his own, he was strong after all, but he had to save you. Why? You don’t know. You don’t even want to bother deluding yourself with the thought that he’d like you back.

The enemy was eventually killed but what do you do with a bloodied Nagumo? You don’t know either. He’s just laughing.

“It’s okay I’ll be fine in a bit, that guy was a small fry anyway!! He barely stabbed me no worries.”

Oh but you were worried. You were so worried, you felt disgusted about yourself, he was bleeding from the stomach and your getting butterflies from the mere thought of his hand touching your shoulder. Gross.

The butterflies remained as Akao and Sakamoto helped you carry Nagumo back to base where he can get proper treatment.

The butterflies remained when you got back to your dorm at the JCC.

The butterflies remained for a long time.

You cant possibly continue like this could you? your an assassin, a killer. That’s your purpose here, there’s no room for love.

with trembling legs, you walked to the infirmary where Nagumo layed.

His stomach was recovering quickly, the doctor said he’d be able to go on missions by next week.

“Hey y/n! ya here to visit me?”

He waited for your answer as you sat down near his bed side.

“You look pretty serious, something wrong?”

first, an apology.

“I’m sorry, I was weak so you had to save me. I’ll be better, thank you.”

and before he could answer, with a shaky sigh and eyes tightly shut you took in a deep breath.

“I love you.”

It came out as a whisper, barely audible. You were worried he didn’t hear you and you were dreading the thought. You seriously didn’t want to repeat it.

His expression was blank.

It scared you.

The atmosphere was choking you, you wanted to cry.

Noticing his expression, you took the hint and turned to leave. How silly right? You almost git the guy killed and you have the audacity to confess? hah!

“I know.”

You stopped in your tracks. He knows? He knows what?? That your stupid? That someone like him was out of your league? That you were weak and almost killed hi-

hm? whats this?

Your lips feel warm.

Oh. He was kissing you.

he was.. HE WAS WHAT?

you froze still, eyes wide. You were sure you looked like an idiot. Even after he pulled away and a small string of saliva was visible, even after he smiled at you. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening? The situation seemed foreign to you.

It wasn’t until you heard loud cackling that you snapped out of your trance.

“I love you too stup- y/n.”

[mariondeux]

DAY FOUR ; DOUBLE PENETRATION | KURO KIRYU & TETORA NAGUMO

CW ; NSFW, double penetration, anal sex, overstimulation, Tetora is aged up

WORD COUNT ; 298

PAIRING ; Kuro Kiryu x Male!Reader x Tetora Nagumo

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

Two sweaty bodies trapped your own as two strong pairs of arms held you up, allowing you to relax your own body against either of theirs. You were sure you’d been blessed to even be in this position. The feel of their muscles holding onto you tightly as they thrust their hips upward and into your hole was like no other. Your back laid against Kuro as he acted for main support, letting you throw your head back over his shoulder than you practically sobbed as his cock fucked into you.

Tetora had your legs slung over his shoulders as his own cock brushed up against Kuro’s, attempting to fuck you as fast as he could with what limited space he had. You were so tight; it was a wonder how your ass could fit the both of them. You couldn’t complain though, having the captain and the substitute captain fuck you like this was the best thing to happen to you.

Neither of you had spoken any words at all, the room was filled with grunts and pathetic, loud moans. Especially reverberating from you. You were being fucked so well you don’t think you could even think straight. Kuro’s face scrunched a bit as his thrusts had gotten even rougher, quicker, determined to dump his load far into your ass. Tetora had noticed the change of pace, going along with it and speeding up his own to get him so much closer to release.

Your dick had barely been touched, and you were already finding yourself over the edge. Your mouth hung wide open as a scream erupted out from you, your cock spasming as you came painfully. Droplets of cum decorated your stomach, leaving you shaking as the other two continued to fuck you without remorse.

TAGLIST ; @exhokai @shuvies @venniin @leeuxry @s1cklyang3l @4kumaa @ambassadoro @noahrandom @mayoisilly @1694 @ajaints @berrycolaa @Mikonyu @twst-rui @trulyminervas @trulyamane @kytesakuma @procrastination-is-my-profession @saikisolosgoku @maharutolol @maxx0inwonderland @Chiakiiyi @resluv @secretivemessenger

[24hlevi]

hiii, could i request for hcs abt nagumo having a crush on a reader who acts oblivious to his flirting and how he finally confesses 💞💞💞

i love nagumo so much and this is so great! thank you for requesting 🫶

— heart stealer

nagumo (sakamoto days) x gn!reader

• nagumo is so incredibly obvious when he has a crush on you he thinks it's insane how you don't realize when he's constantly flirting and trying to get you to know he likes you without saying it

• he likes the game of you figuring out that he likes you, but eventually gives up and just forces himself to tell you his feelings for you

• he would show up more at sakamoto's convenience store just as an excuse to see you even if he's forced to work at the store with the others, he never works and is instead talking to you the whole time

• nagumo is big on body touch, he's always lightly grazing your shoulder with his hand when he's next to you, gently grabbing your waist to move past you, finding excuses to hold your hand

• he isn't one for deep conversations but he will enjoy sitting with you on break and listening to you talk about your life and interests and if it gets deep, he's listening more intently

• he'd likely mess around with you a few times like little pranks, nothing too crazy, but enough for a good few laughs from him and you shoving him aside

• nagumo wants to know everything about you, and he will wait however long it takes for you to go into depth about everything, he gets surprisingly patient when he has a crush

• he will consistently say pickup lines, majority of them are terrible and cringey, but he enjoys saying them to see the reaction on your face

• once it gets to the point that he can't wait for you to realize anymore, he will find a way to confess to you

• he likely asks sakamoto first on what he did to get a better gist on what to do, but still doesn't really listen and does what he deems fits

• nagumo would confess by first taking you out to eat at a nice place he remembers you love but don't go often because of it's prices, and maybe a movie after before on the walk home he hands you a bag of snacks he got from sakamoto's that you love and telling you his feelings

• he's genuinely surprised when you say you had no idea, he thought he was being so obvious but apparently not, so he's glad he confessed now instead of waiting and it going wrong

• he then asks if he can kiss you, and when you just do it, he grins on the inside and pulls you close to him, and has a wide smile on his face when you pull away and look up at him

• he's so happy when you agree to go on another date with him, and promises that he won't let his work get involved and if anything happens he will protect you over his job

• nagumo cares about you more than anyone else or anything, he will be telling you that every day and is way more affectionate once you two are official, he just loves you so much

• it then is a nice memory to look back on later down the line when he lays next to you in bed staring at you while you sleep

[dinneronvenus]

“You were flirting with her just then, weren’t you Shishiba?”

“I was simply being respectful of a beautiful woman.”

“Oh? That’s good,” Nagumo chuckled before letting his expression tell the truth. “Otherwise I’d have to kill you.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

[yukuoo]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐘 𝐓𝐎...

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐎 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐘 𝐓𝐎.. play innocent jokes on you when he has a crush on you!

Nagumos the type of guy to get jealous over a cat if you pay attention to it only instead of him

Nagumos the type of guy who will be more than happy to slow dance in the kitchen with you if you ask him to

Nagumos the type of guy to be clingy with you before he leaves for work if you don't know he's an assassin.

Nagumos the type of guy who suggests to play the pocky game 24/7

Nagumos the type of guy to stare at you until you notice and smile like he hasn't been staring at you for the past 20 min

Nagumos the type of guy to get you matching keychains because he doesn't want a necklace or bracelet that matches with yours get stained with blood.

Nagumo is the type of guy to bring flowers for you and your mom so he can leave a good impression on her.

Nagumos the type of guy to make fun of you when you get scared but will place a hand on your shoulder

Nagumos the type of guy to little spoon cause he likes to listen to your heart beat and feel at ease knowing your alive and well in his arms

Nagumos the type of guy to tease you when he catches you staring at his tattoos but he'll let you run your fingers over them.

Nagumos the type of guy to look like a cat when you play with his hair

Nagumos the type of guy to randomly bite you at any given time

Nagumos the type of guy to hold your waist to move past you or get something besides you.

Nagumos the type of guy to either dress homeless or a fashion model

Nagumos the type of guy to ask for piggy back rides if your taller than him

Nagumos the type of guy to hold something above your head if your shorter than him

Nagumos the type of guy to not have a certain type in women or men

Nagumos the type of guy to like tits and thighs

I am in love with Nagumo

[s4egusas]

a/n : thank you for letting these rot in my drafts for almost 4 months

# MORNINGS WITH RYUSEITAI

chiaki morisawa x reader, kanata shinkai x reader, shinobu sengoku x reader, tetora nagumo x reader, midori takamine x reader

chiaki morisawa ;

will STEAL your blanket. if he ever sees you freezing, he’ll drape his blanket to you… for him to steal it again afterwards (he didn’t mean it) will pepper your face with kisses every morning (he never misses a schedule) will pull you back in his arms if you ever get up to get ready for work

kanata shinkai ;

if he wakes up earlier than you, he’ll hum you a tune — not to wake you up, but for you to sleep even more. his voice is calming to some extent, like hypnosis. if he ever wakes you up, he’ll greet you with a smile and tells you to go back to sleep. but if you reaaaally need to get up to get ready, he'll help you with a smile on his face. making you breakfast is his favourite part of the morning

shinobu sengoku ;

will greet you with a very ‘good morning!’ with your things ready, and breakfast on the table. he doesn’t know whether to give affection first thing in the morning (he's just embarrassed), so an act of service will at least help everything up !

tetora nagumo ;

is VERY loud. every movement he does makes a sound. will apologize if he ever wakes you up, though. he’ll give you a pat and tells you to go back to sleep. and he’ll still apologize, saying he won’t make any noise again

midori takamine ;

his mind is at 100 mph in the morning. should he hug you? should he… give you kisses? who knows. he lets his intrusive thoughts win every morning. he hugs you like a giant teddy bear, not ready to let you go. will apologize afterwards, saying a mouthful of apology — even after you reassure him. he will cook you breakfast as a peace offering (or a love language)

[inaflashimagine]

inspired by the fact that nagumo got 152 chocolates on valentine's day...reader being one of the few from the poisons department that doesn't give him a valentine chocolate...

"why should i? it's not like he's gonna accept them from our program," you reply to a curious friend. there's no bitterness or malice laced in your voice–if anything, you sound distracted, all your concentration focused on carefully pouring the right amount of sulfuric acid into your test tube.

"don't you have a crush on him?"

your finger twitches ever so slightly, some of the oily liquid staining your glove.

you sigh. so much for accuracy.

"you heard me wrong," you mumble, not sure if your cheeks feel warm from embarrassment about having a silly crush or annoyance that you have to remeasure your quantities. "i like one of his friends, not him."

"oh! you're into the quiet ones, then?"

huh?

you place the bottle of acid aside in the fume hood, finally deciding to spare a second to shoot your friend an "are you stupid?" glare for asking something like that when she already knows everything.

yet the person behind the question is not asami but rather the last person you want to be having this conversation with.

"hi, nagumo," you say plainly, the downward curl to your lip contrasting with the bright smile that grows on a face that looks way too innocent for the predicament he's in. "your disguises are getting better, but your line of questioning still sucks."

his large dark eyes briefly crinkle with laughter. "sooo sad you caught on, i could've gotten more info about your crush on dear sakamoto. did you even gift him chocolates?"

the irritation that flashes across your face is signal enough for him to casually wave a hand, dismissing your thoughts as he quickly adds, "just kidding! i'm a nice guy, after all."

"is that so?"

"what makes you think i'd lie about that?"

"i don't know, maybe the fact that our school trains people to do that very action on a daily basis."

chin on hand, he considers your words before his grin reappears. "well, just to show you that i'm telling the truth about my kindness, i'll be your wingman and help you win over sakamoto."

"no thanks, don't need a wingman," is your immediate response, nagumo blinking in confusion at the firm shake of your head.

before he can get another word out, the timer next to your lab set-up blares loudly, yet another sigh leaving your lips as you swiftly begin to dispose of the liquids under your hood and mutter, "give me the end of today and you'll see why."

–

he doesn't see you for the rest of the day, the lack of a confession of your undying love for taro sufficient evidence to convince nagumo that you were just pulling his leg.

you should never trust the ones in the poisons department, anyway, he concludes as he glances at other classmates in the student lounge, happily munching on pocky before tuning into whatever akao continues to blabber about.

"the person put it in my locker, i kinda think these chocolates taste better than all yours, nacchan!"

"what's that now?"

interest piqued at the challenge (not that this is a challenge or that he should be defensive over this, he got way more chocolates than anyone on campus), he's already grabbing for a piece of the homemade chocolate, nagumos' eyes widening in surprise when sakamoto takes one himself and fervently nods in agreement after a bite.

nagumo is about to ask why akao would even receive chocolates on valentine's day until he pops the one into his mouth, the sweet taste of pocky easily replaced by the rich, albeit slightly bitter dark chocolate that seems to immediately melt on his tongue.

how the hell is he going to finish all the crappy chocolates he was given today when he just ate the best one he's ever had?

"who gave this to you and why didn't they give me any?" nagumo whines, a thin frown tugging at his lips.

akao shoves the thick, unfolded stationery toward his chest, a nearby sakamoto taking a peek as nagumo reads the note and recognizes handwriting that looks eerily similar to the scribbled chemistry formulas he saw not a few hours ago.

"i'm supposed to meet them in five minutes at the rooftop, don't you dare steal any more of the choco!" akao says before leaving without a trace.

nagumo briefly wonders if the past few minutes are a fever dream until he spots you across the lounge, the small smirk you offer him right before heading upstairs to a certain location providing the only answer he needs.