#nanami is traumatized

[s4toryuu]

12:37 am — gojo satoru; sashisu

gojo satoru refuses to drink his medicine…

reblog to help gojo get better

out of everything you could call satoru, you think dramatic takes the top spot. so when you wake up in the middle of the night, you listen out for what could possibly have waken you up.

“koff! koff! UGH!” you recognized gojo’s voice from the dorm building behind yours.

oh my fucking god. you sighed. that morning, that idiot had to get sent to his dorm because he kept coughing every time yaga spoke. he sneezed and sniffled, so you assumed that he was actually ill and didn’t just decide to up his antics for no reason. besides, he was a little quieter than usual today.

you got up to put on a jacket and practically stomped to gojo’s dorm, where you were met with his open door and geto standing against the door frame.

“satoru, I told you the medicine wouldn’t be as effective later on.” geto sighed. you noticed his socks. they were pastel with characters on them. you ignored it to yell at who probably gave it to him.

“gojo! if you’re gonna cough just cough! you don’t have to yell after!” you said before sliding one of gojo’s slippers. there that idiot was, laying down faced up with arms stiff on his side and his comforter raised up to his chin. “are you playing dead?”

gojo groaned. “guys.” he sniffled. “I think this is it for me. suguru, I always loved you. y/n, I did steal your marshmallows last movie night. shoko—where’s shoko?” he looked up, illness suddenly voided for a second until shoko appears behind you. her dorm is a couple doors from yours after all. the snow-haired drama queen’s head fell back on his pillow and his sickness returned.

“eh, what?” she muttered to him before stepping inside. gojo started coughing again.

“are you contagious?” you asked before shifting away from gojo’s bed. geto took the medicine he got from gojo’s counter and placed it on the latter’s nightstand.

shoko walked over and sat on his bed. she placed her hand on gojo’s forehead before snickering. “you’re burning up. you really are gonna die.” she laughed.

you all chuckled, except gojo who whined again. “can’t you use reverse cursed technique on me shoookooo…”

“nope. I’ve only done it on physical injuries. why won’t you just drink the medicine?” she took the plastic little spoon and wiggled it to gojo’s face for emphasis.

gojo screwed his eyes shut and shook his head like a child. “don’t wanna.” if it wasn’t 12:37am on a school night you might’ve found it adorable.

“you might really die, satoru.” geto shot from the foot of gojo’s bed. he definitely woke up from his coughing and subsequent yelling, seeing as geto’s room is right next to gojo’s.

the next morning after your first class, the three of you gathered in the cafeteria and geto stirred up a plan.

“he’s probably not drinking it because he thinks it’s bitter.” you conclude.

suguru sipped on his tea. “ah, I know. that’s why I got the honey flavor version.”

“how are we gonna force him to drink it? it’s not like we can force feed it to him.” shoko shook her lollipop. you were just glad it wasn’t a cigarette.

“he’ll just turn on his infinity. I think we have to ambush him.” you laughed at the image.

“geto, summon a cursed spirit to hold him down.” shoko joked.

the cold breeze practically slapped you while walking to the dorms. geto was sure your victim was still asleep. he had the spare key when you thought to take off your shoes for maximum stealth. the two followed.

geto stood in front of the door to block the light while you and shoko slithered in. it was dark except for the nightlight by satoru’s night stand. you could make out the important things. the untouched medicine, and gojo sprawled over his bed under his sheets. he faced the left side cuddling a pillow. tissues filled the trash can dragged by his bed and some on the floor. poor kid.

geto tiptoed to the other side of the bed where satoru was faced while shoko prepared the poison. you got in position across geto and stifled a laugh at shoko trying to break the seal as quiet as possible. she tiptoed next to you and nodded to geto.

“satoru” geto called out. “satoru, wake up.”

“sugu…” gojo whined. he didn’t open his eyes. geto gestured for the syrup-filled spoon. shoko handed it to him promptly and again, you stifled a laugh at your plan.

“satoru-kun. aaah,” geto opened his mouth. geto using “-kun” was too funny.

surprisingly, satoru opened his mouth slightly too. what the hell? this wasn’t even part of the plan. suguru took the spoon to satoru’s mouth.

shit, it would probably just spill out with the way he was faced, you realized. you lunged to push satoru’s shoulder to the right so that he would face up. you decided him choking on it was better than it spilling. because that way it would at least get in his mouth.

gojo woke up. he made eye contact with you and immediately tried to get up. he moved his hand to push yours off but you held his shoulders down with your weight and geto got all the syrup in.

“MMGHFHG!” gojo yelled with his mouth closed. he struggled against you, and you gave it 5 seconds before his strength took over and even less before he activated infinity.

“geto!” you called and he took over your hold on sicko’s shoulders.

gojo started kicking, and you straddled his shins.

“swallow!” geto exclaimed as gojo tried to push his hands off. shit, this wouldn’t work.

“geto! get on!” you yelled and geto straddled gojo’s stomach.

“swallow it!” suguru grabbed gojo’s arms and held them against the bed by his head.

“HHNGNGGHH!” satoru shook his head.

“satoru! it’s honey flavored!” geto argued.

shoko laughed and you heard her camera shutter. she stood far enough to snap a picture and you realized what it looked like. you were straddling gojo’s calves while suguru was straddling gojo’s, uh… lower stomach with his hands pinned by his head.

then, as if on queue, the door opened. your heads snapped to the door and you saw your sweet (to you, at least) junior nanami for about .7 seconds before the door closed again.

you flew off of gojo’s calves. “nanami! wait!”

this ended with a lot more stsg than I thought lol

[chocobosdungeon2]

this is hands down the worst thing ive ever made but their similarities (and differences) have been rattling around in my head

[starstruck-flames]

Down time - Nanami Kento

Don’t… don’t say anything. It’s been a busy day and I just need you, don’t move. I’m feeling your warmth against my chest.

I love you. I always will. Do you think we’ll be doing this even when we’re old and grey? I only hope I’d have more time with you…

Content includes: Fluff… fluff ❤️, man just needs to destress, Nanami has had a long day at work and he’s just wanting to hold you. No moving… He truly loves you ❤️

Song for your mood?

The door clicks open, the low groan of the well used floorboards alerting you to the fact your partner has returned. Moving quickly, leaving half prepped veggies to lie on the chopping board as slippers softly pad against linoleum flooring to greet him.

“Ah, Kento wel-Ah?!” Your usual greeting is disturbed by his strong arms suddenly upheaving your form, carrying you further into the apartment. He’s a quiet man but never this quiet. You can’t help but quietly giggle, looking towards his unchanging expression.

The sofa makes a dull thud as he sits down, moving yourself to sit on his firm lap. He worked you, and you could tell as slightly squishier thighs settle on either side of his. Straddling him, you tilt your head as you silently question him.

He can sense when you’re about to protest, he appreciates that normally he’d wait for you to be done with dinner. It’s the routine, and one he enjoys but today…

His hand quickly weaves itself into your hair, pulling you closer as he embraces you.

“Don’t say anything,” He states quietly, almost a command as a heavy sigh is finally released. “I just need this for a minute.”

“Ah-“ You go to respond but quieten down, simply nodding as you readjust to have your head rest on the crook of Nanami’s neck. Your ear in the perfect position to hear his heart rate settle as his hold on you become more comfortable, knowing that you were safe and here. In his arms.

Nanami had seen a lot of things over his time working. He knew that, but…

He closes his eyes, thinking back to the sewer today. Where he’d encountered…

His eyes glance down to your body, your hair, your peaceful expression. It worried him, knowing that something out there was around that could find you. Though, he knew you were smart, strong in your own right.

Nanami places a kiss against the top of your head.

“…I love you.” He basically mutters into your hair. “Let’s get takeout tonight.”

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

💗Komanami Week💗 Day 1: Confess

Just an average day in the komanami household

[mclsquared]

please officer— that's my emotional support traumatized and reluctant father figure character

[arkhammaid]

the jjk fandom is so on fucking copium rn that sukuna is begging for cinderella‘s forgiveness, gojo stole elsa away from jack (poor boy is having a mental breakdown) and nanami got himself a baker girl (as he should)

[kannra21]

Gege rly said "I never felt a woman's touch and now I'm going to make it everyone's problem"

[gojosbf]

it still baffles me to this day that one night of shibuya was worth three years of trauma

[suguwu]

it’s canon Nanami is 26. Why do people try and age him up so much? He’s literally YOUNG.

like I don’t get it?

he looks young, acts young and is young.

i think people tend to take nanami as older based on how he looks because while he doesn't look old, per se, i think that the way he dresses and carries himself makes him seem older. so people run with it, even though he's pretty young. tbh all of the cast is young!

i will say that i think nanami acts well over his age, likely because of sorcery. he's got a lot of responsibilities and he takes them seriously. which isn't to say that young people can't be serious and responsible, but nanami embodies it in a way that feels more resigned. he's jaded and it shows, and i think that ages him personality-wise, especially when we have him next to gojo.

so imo while he is young, he doesn't act particularly young, and that is probably part of why people tend to write him or think of him as older.

[emzalot]

I finished season 1 a little while ago and I can’t wait to start season 2 I am HYPE FOR IIIITT!! I can’t WAIT to see more of Nanamiiiii! I adore this tired salaryman plEASE tell me I see lots more of this sweet man

[astriddestelle]

STOP TRAUMATIZING YUUJI ITADORI 2024

GEGE YOU CAN FUCK OFF WITH THIS BULLSHIT

NANAMI YOU DESERVED BETTER

NOBARA SWEETIE IM SORRY

[hmsmilkbone]

massive jjk spoilers, especially if you're anime only.

man. I hate that Nanami never worked through his trauma. I mean, obviously that's the par for the course for every adult sorcerer we've seen, outside of MAYBE Yaga. But Nanami refusing to marry so long as he's a sorcerer. Saying no one would care if he was gone. His depression and ptsd had him cornered, and he coped by cutting himself off from anyone and everyone that loved him.

Gojo, Yuuji, and Nobara would be hard to keep at arm's length, and I can see how Nanami would struggle to cut himself away from them. I feel strongly that he would have lived if he hadn't experienced the reconnection to his ideals via Gojo introducing him to Yuuji (as well as the baker he visited on his lunch break.)

I hate that the trauma keeps being inflicted on him and others as they struggle through what could have been avoided. As much as it seemed Nanami was at peace in Gojo's hallucination (afterlife? In between space?), I think he was just so depressed and exhausted, and it hurts my heart to no end that he died there.

No payoff. He fights and fights and fights, and for what? His character arc had so much potential. Death is certainly A TYPE of conclusion for a character, but it feels so lazy. For Nanami to have pushed himself to find optimism for the future as well as care and concern for others despite the odds, and have it reward with suffering and death. Idk. I really cannot fathom what the thought process is. He would have been down and out of the fight easily.

I have considered if maybe he was killed because his passive suicidal tendencies were easier for him to stomach if they took the form of self-sacrifice, but I don't know. I'm not sure that question will ever be answered, and I know it hurt him so much that Yuuji had to see him die. Just so unfortunate all around. His growth was not realized in a meaningful way, and it is very upsetting.

[giyyu]

which fictional character death(s) had you so traumatized you had to step away from the source to collect yourself

[ummmlife]

what in the 31 minutos lore

[itadore-you]

every day I think abt this one fic I used to follow like the gospel from 2020 WRITERMILK WHO WROTE FUCKTOY ON WATTPAD U MADE ME WHO I AM U GOT ME INTO FANFICTION I LOVE YOU

[oscill4te]

i have never cared about spoilers so much in my entire life until watching rgu. usually im okay with spoilers. the temptation to look this show up on tumblr/google/youtube is keeling me tho. i will not even look at the comments on the OST (which... is so good btw... the music)