#oh nanamin we're really in it now

[bitchimasnake-sss]

YOUR YUJI FIC WAS SO YUMMY 😳 I would love a part 2 if you’re ever up for writing it! 🥹

GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEAD. ME. ME. I AM BACK AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH (im sorry i just missed writing). well, anyways, with me comes the power of horny <3

ps: this took me fucking four days to write and i don't even think it's good 😭😭 writers block is a bitch

🧸learning some lessons ft. yuuji itadori!

continuation of my previous fic "teaching some lessons", so, i suggest read that first to ensure you're fully immersed into the horny storyline. set-up: yuuji itadori. the quarterback, the guy you're giving "sex ed" lessons, and ofcourse, the brother of your childhood best friend sukuna. what could ever go wrong with this combination? nothing, i hope? warnings: contains nsfw concepts such as yuuji's first time, overstimulation, penetration, a bit of porn logic. and as always, sukuna, nobara and megumi are fucking menaces. stay blessed y'all, and minors DO NOT INTERACT I WILL FIND YOU AND HUNT YOUR ASSES. [ALSO A LITTLE BIT OF TOJI AND GOJO SLANDER IM SORRY] wc: 6.4k porn with A LOT of plot [like 70% plot im sorry]

"dude." megumi's usual nonchalant demeanor had faded in a matter of seconds. now, each of his drawled out words had a certain twinge of dread, "this is actually fucking insane."

"hm?" the pink-haired quarterback didn't even bother to dignify his best friend's statement with a proper answer. he was too busy rapidly pressing the controls, trying to get the shots right.

but megumi's hand had gone slack, the controller barely held limply in his palm. he turned to stare down the forementioned pink-headed idiot. he repeated himself, "yuuji."

"gumi—" yuuji hissed back, "we're losing, fucking focus."

"you just told me that you're fucking sukuna's best friend. her." megumi deadpanned, "the only thing i need to focus on is arranging your funeral."

yuuji hissed through his teeth as his player got shot right in the head and a definitive 'GAME OVER' flashed all across the tv screen. he sunk backwards into the comfortable couch at the fushiguro household. megumi shifted backwards too, slumping next to his best friend with a resigned sigh.

the house was eerily quiet, save for the sounds of the background score of the game playing in the background. yuuji knew tsumiki was out shopping with her friends, and gojo was out annoying the hell out of someone or the other (possibly, coach nanamin). who else was to be considered in the fushiguro household? toji fushiguro? he was an enigma. he came when he felt like and left just as soon. a model poster boy for giving people daddy issues, yuuji presumed.

"have i told you your couch is super nice?" yuuji asked as he stared at the overhead lighting before sweeping his gaze over the modern living room.

"multiple times."

the quarterback snorted, "you remember the time i got drunk—"

"—and tried to take the couch home. yes, i do. i also remember the time sukuna chased you with a knife cause you took his last pack of cheetos. imagine what he would do when you take his best friend."

yuuji pouted, giving megumi a side-eye he couldn't miss, "you're no fun."

"be for fucking real." the raved head sat up, turning towards yuuji at lightning speed. his eyes squinted in scrutiny, "you're the one making idle chit-chat as if sukuna isn't gonna kill you the moment he finds out what you and her have been up to."

"yeah but—" yuuji sighed, rubbing his palms against his face slowly, "is it really that big of a deal? i mean, it's just a few lessons here and there. it's not like she likes me or something—"

"—yeah, she probably won't. ever. considering she called you her little brother."

"oh, fuck off, gumi. that was when we were five."

"just pointing down the obvious."

"i knew i should have told nobara about the situation. she would have given much better advice."

"kugisaki would have laughed at you so hard, she would have cried." megumi got up, probably to get some more chips. as he left, he quipped over his shoulder, "you're catching feelings for someone who doesn't have that kind of interest in you, itadori. you will end up looking like an idiot at the end. and possibly dead."

well, maybe megumi fushiguro had a point. but that point was so goddamn hard to see with your thighs pressed on either sides of his face.

🧸lesson 04: maybe making girls cry is okay sometimes

"mhm- ngh oh my god. yuu." yuuji placed his tongue flat against your pulsating clit. you bucked into his face, pressing his mouth messily to your hot core as you showered him in breathless praises.

nobody was home. kuna was probably gonna be home later at night and so, you both had decided his room as the venue for your next 'lesson'.

you weren't even sure which numbered orgasm it was at this point. and you weren't sure if you even existed anymore outside of yuuji and his face and his tongue and yuuji.

red, hot need ran it's course through your body as the jock manhandled you. his calloused palms pulled your jerking hips downwards to steady them and then, pulled you hastily towards himself. yur jaw fell open, going slack at the torturous stimulation yuuji had the audacity to hum in approval when you momentarily went slack under him.

"yuuji, yuuji. yuu. pl-please please- stop. st-" tears pricked at your eyes as you called out his name in a futile attempt to get him to stop. your hands bunched at his sweaty locks, pushing and pulling to get his wicked tongue on your sensitive cunt to ease up.

but the jock was unforgiving.

his tongue dipped within you, your muscles contracting and spasming against his pretty face as his nose dug deeper against your clit. his tongue was fast, delving in and out of you methodically as you bucked and keened under his touches. the salty tears fell down your cheeks.

"yuu—" you mumbled in a weak voice and he finally looked up so as to assess the damage.

"hm?" his mouth finally parted from yours, messy and sticky.

and when yuuji looked up at you, he was sure this is the last sight he would see before he was condemned to hell for the rest of eternity. your eyes were watery, lips swollen and quivering. you could barely keep your vision straight before you clenched your eyes shut and tried to pry him off of yourself.

so fucking pretty that it made him ache. and that only pushed him to kiss inner thigh and lick a soft stripe up your gushing cunt, getting back to what he was previously doing.

"fuck fuck fuc— yuu, no. no more. p-plea— fuck." you stomach was full of something hot and molten, something jittery and unstable. something that sounded and tasted a lot like yuuji itadori.

the quarterback stayed on his knees, bringing his forefinger and thumb to pinch and rub your wet clit as your thighs shook, your eyes rolled backwards and your back arched. he grinned — a feral sight — as you finally came undone on his tongue again.

he finally pulled himself upwards, using his discarded tshirt to clean off his face. as he stood before you, all he could do was watch you awestruck.

you were heavenly.

your spent figure was slumped on his bed; t-shirt pushed up to expose your bruised tits and your legs pressed together as you tried to come back on mother earth. your eyes were still closed, cheeks wet from tears and yuuji had to stop himself from begging you to let him fuck you tonight.

but he abstained. of course not. that was insane. you would never let him go that far, would you? so, instead he chose to lie down next to you and pull you into his chest.

you nudged your cheek against his pecs, finding refuge in his warmth and he gladly let you, allowing a small smile on his face. his fingers came up to push back strands of hair from your sweaty forehead and then wipe away the salty tears that had made home against the plane of you cheeks. once he was sure you had caught your breath, he pressed a sweet kiss to your skin. finally, he mumbled, "sorry, did i go too far?"

you shook your head no, curling further into him with ease. and he let you. he shifted his position so as to allow your skin on his, so as to press his nose to your hair and smell that strawberry shampoo, so as to almost pretend for a second that you were his.

but you didn't let the show run for long. a few minutes later, as you felt the energy returning to your body, you attempted to get up.

the jock's eyebrows furrowed, he sat up with you, "something wrong? do you want something? water or—"

"—no, no." you turned to give him a weak smile, "i think i'm just gonna go shower before kuna is home and he finds me like this."

oh. ofcourse. how could he forget the ever-looming threat that was sukuna?

"can you walk?" he asked earnestly, offering you his tshirt so you could put it on, "i can walk you to the shower, if you want."

"i'll be okay, yuu." you poked your head through his shirt, trying to stand up. but your legs immediately wobbled and you lost balance, "—fuck. okay. i guess not."

yuuji offered you a smile, picking you up bridal style as you squealed at his action. a blush crept up your neck and face, "what are you doing?!"

"what? i think i should be responsible for the mess i create, shouldn't i?" he gave you a cheeky smile, the kind where the cut under his eye came alive and he grinned ear to ear. a boyish grin, perhaps. and you were fortunate enough to be on the recipient end of it.

you weren't sure what it was that you felt for yuuji, or what you didn't. all you knew that right now — as he carried you out of his room clad in a t-shirt that smelt like him — it was as if he was aware of the sudden jump your heart and wanted nothing more than to be the cause of your untimely death.

"you don't have to do this." you mumbled.

what did 'this' refer to, exactly? you weren't quite sure. was it the fact that he had entertained your drunken idea for such a long amount of time? or was if the fact that in the moments even when you weren't offering him something physical, he still looked at you as if you hung up stars in the night sky for him? maybe it was as simple as the fact that he was carrying you to run you a bath.

he stayed quiet and you repeated yourself louder, "really, yuuji, you don't have to."

"i want to." and that was all he said.

you felt his biceps tense under you as he shifted your weight on one arm and attempted to open the door with the other. he gave you a reassuring smile, and you nudged your face against his chest to hide your embarrassment at his simple answer.

once he finally was through, he walked into the lliving room, attempting to make his way to the bathroom down the hallway whe—

"YUUJI?!" a voice boomed from the door and both of you whipped your head to look at the man that stood there.

ever heard of divine intervention? yeah, this was whatever the fuck is the opposite to that. satanic intervention. cursed intervention, perhaps.

"ON—ONICHAN?!"

"CHOSO?!" you scrambled off of yuuji, hitting the ground with a muffled thud.

choso immediately looked away from his half-naked brother and the girl in his brother's t-shirt*.

(*yeah, okay, just try to understand the family dynamics for a second. choso [24] is the oldest and he has graduated uni and has a job now. sukuna and (yn) [21] are in their third year, and yuuji [20] is in his second. choso knows who (yn) is since you and kuna are childhood besties or whatever. so... yeah okay, back to the shitshow 👍🏻)

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" choso asked loudly, his eyes still averted from you both so as to not accidentally see your exposed form.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" yuuji retorted as you hid behind his broad figure instinctively, trying to recover whatever ounce of modesty you had.

"I OBVIOUSLY HAD THE KEY TO MY OWN HOME?!"

"WELL, DON'T WALK IN UNANNOUNCED? DO YOU HAVE NO MANNERS?"

"yuuji."

"IM SORRY 'NICHAN!!"

and that is how choso found out about your little arrangement. and that is how you both decided to never have another rendezvous session at the itadori's.

🧸lesson 05: you got this, itadori!

"what the fuck?" megumi asked slowly, eyeing yuuji as the jock shoved some french fries down his mouth.

"YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" nobara repeated, louder. to which, megumi gave her a side-eye, "we're in public, kugisaki."

yuuji took his time, sipping his coke before shrugging, "yeah, so, 'nichan found out."

nobara shook her head, "no. no. turn around 360—"

"—180. 360 makes a circle."

"die, megs. anyways, turn around and tell me that part of the story where you started—" the red-head shuddered, "—doing stuff with senpai. why?! how?! why?! how??"

yuuji took a bite from his burger before saying, "well, she offered."

"fuck that all. it's old news."

"for you. cause, apparently, i was left out of the loop—"

"—much sad. anyways, is choso okay with you and her? or is he gonna snitch you out to sukuna?"

"i mean, no. i don't think so, no." yuuji tried to steal a fry off of nobara's plate and she smacked his hand off, "ow kugisaki! whatever. he gave me a long lecture about how i should actually pursue her and officially ask her out if we wanna keep doing this. after that, for whatever unrelated reason, he cried about how quickly we grew up."

"virgin behavior." nobara stuck out a tongue, quickly reeling out of her disbelief over the fact that yuuji was getting some, "i mean, that's old-fashioned. you don't have to date her, you know?"

"but your brother's not wrong, is he?" megumi offered. "don't keep doing this just cause you want a way to get your dick wet."

"megs, it's not 1920. they are consensual adults and they can just fool around if they're on the same page."

"yeah but about that—" yuuji tried to sneak in a fry from megumi's plate now, "—i think i'm in love with her. and i am pretty sure the feelings are one-sided."

"huH?!"

"what?" the jock looked at the two dumbfounded, "i like her. she's pretty and smart and i think— i like her."

he didn't think he liked you. he knew that he was whole-heartedly, as stupidly as humanly possible, in love with you.

but he didn't bother mentioning the fact.

he didn't bother mentioning a plethora of things, in fact. first, that his heart had been offered to you at the ripe age of four when he first realized that sunlight got caught against your hair strands somewhat magically, and when you smiled, he smiled; and that when he cried, you kissed his imaginary wounds better even when sukuna made fun of him.

he didn't bother mentioning that when he asked you to marry him, there was only such a small part of him that was 'joking', the larger chunk of him would have exchanged his soul for some sort of forbidden alchemy to be with you.

he didn't bother mentioning that when he was thirteen, a slew of girls had asked to be his girlfriend, and he had turned down each one of them to sneak in his first kiss with you.

but all those years of pining just turned into a small ball of anxiety, ever-growing in his stomach. he knew you didn't feel the same. so, he didn't bother saying any of that. because, well, frankly, his situation seems just a tiny-teensy bit pathetic.

"i guess i just like her... just a bit." he repeated, more to himself than others.

"we heard the first time. and the second."

"DUDE" nobara's eyes widened, "she's sukuna's best friend."

"hey, what happened to the fact that we are consensual adults fooling around?"

"oh no, fuck that. i was humoring you." nobara shook her head, "sukuna's gonna murder you."

"yeah, i know." yuuji sighed, his playfulness replaced by something more mature, "i am not gonna ask her out. i think i'm gonna call this— whatever this is— off. i don't want her to lose her friendship with 'kuna, and she... well, she probably doesn't like me anyways."

megumi and nobara exchanged a sorry expression among themselves before looking back to yuuji. but the jock put on a smile, "ah it's fine, it was fun while it lasted." he leaned back in his seat, "wanna catch a movie after this? human earthworm is out."

so the quarterback had gone back home that day with a certain resolve. he would call this off.

he put on his lucky red sweatshirt, put on the cologne you had complimented once when he had gone for one of his lessons, and he put on his best fake smile. as he passed by sukuna in the living room, he guiltily looked away from him and walked out of the door as soon as possible.

"where ya going?" the tatted man asked, not looking up from his phone.

"nowhe—" he sighed, running a hand through his hair before he bent downwards to put on his shoes, "with gumi and nobara. we're going to the arcade."

"you've been hanging out with the fushiguro kid quite a lot nowadays. a lot of sleepovers."

yuuji's fingers halted, slowly fidgeting with the shoelaces before he threw sukuna a casual look, "he's my friend. and his dad is out of town so i go over. got an issue?"

"nah, do whatever." kuna met his eyes but then went back to his phone without saying much. a beat later, he continued, "well, let me know if you'd be home in time for dinner."

yuuji stood up, dusting off his clothes, "you're cooking today?"

"yeah, thought i'd invite her over. she likes that pasta i make."

at the mention of you, yuuji looked over sukuna once. a sharp sting suddenly erupted in his chest like someone had hit him. hard. and, so, without saying anything more, the younger itadori immediately left through the main door.

things must end.

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his fingers skimmed over the ringing bell in front of your apartment as his feet nervously shuffled around at the door. he knew you were on the other side, waiting for him. as the door swung open, he was face to face with your housemate.

"hey?" maki raised an eyebrow, a smug smile on her lips. she was dressed as if she was leaving to go somewhere, "she's in her room."

yuuji simply pursed his lips, nodded and moved past his senior. before walking into your room, he stalled in front of the door, threw his head back to catch maki about to leave, "kugisaki says hi, by the way."

and if yuuji didn't know any better, he would have assumed the glare maki gave was one well-intended to kill him.

he wasn't sure if the room was chilly or if the reason for goosebumps was something else, but nonetheless, he shut the door behind him and stepped into the room. as he came in view with the bed, he found you casually on your back, scrolling your phone.

"yuuji!" you smiled as you sat up, a familiar warmth spreading over your face at his presence. but he merely nodded, his lips drawn into a thin line.

"um," you fidgeted, standing up hastily and laughing to ease the awkwardness, "so, uh— did maki let you in?"

"yeah, she did."

"oh, well, she's going out, so we don't need to worry about her." you paused for a second before your expression fell and you tried again, "hey?"

but a same monotone expression fell across his face, "hey."

"um... is something wrong? in a bad mood or something?"

"not quite." yuuji rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the cold, wooden floors, "i wanted to talk. to you, i mean."

you nodded, although he didn't look up at you to register your expression. he continued softly, "we should stop this."

"what?"

"i—" he looked up at you, quickly sneaking in a steadying breath, "i wanted to thank you for the 'lessons'. it's been fun and i learnt so much, really. but you don't have to do it anymo—"

"why?" you interrupted, "did someone find out?"

"what? no."

"then?" you stepped towards him, your unyielding gaze trained on his face, "do you not... want to do it with me anymore?"

"no, ofcourse not." his eyes widened and he stepped forward in a desperate attempt to comfort you. his palms found purchase against your cheek, "no. that's not what i meant."

"what do you mean then?" you looked up at him, confused.

"i-" he looked at you softly, "i really can't ruin your friendship with sukuna anymore. we need to stop. it has gone for... for way too long, now, hasn't it?"

"—it's just been a few months."

"come on. we both know we need to stop." he confessed, and as his words left you hollow, so did his touch. he pulled away from you and stepped back a teensy bit to allow you some space. "it will be for the best."

you looked at him for a beat. and then one more. finally, "kiss me."

and the jock obliged without any hesitation. his lips were familiar against yours, his hands on your cheek, and his body weight pressing onto you and pushing you backwards into the bed.

the back of your knees hit the wooden frame and you stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed with a muffled thud. but yuuji didn't bother following you and caging you underneath him. instead, he stood at the edge, waiting.

"yuu?" you asked softly.

"are you sure about this?"

and you weren't sure if he was asking that question to you or himself. you weren't sure if his fingers were shaking from the betrayal or the need to hold you against him. but you nodded your head anyways, "yeah. if this is it. if this is the last time then indulge in my stupid ideas one last time." you paused, "please?"

he nodded before swiftly throwing off his hoodie off of his torso an onto the floor. bruises from a few days before laid tattered across his tan skin and his biceps flexed and moved as he slowly caged you under him.

"fuck," he breathed in slowly, taking in your low-lidded gaze, "you're so fuckin' pretty."

your fingers found solace in his pinkish locks and you pulled him closer — till your skin smelt like his perfume and his stuttered breath hit your lips, "yuuji."

"hm?" his eyes ran over your face, and the adoration in his eyes made you feel like he would set the world aflame if you so as even asked him to.

"fuck me."

his pupils widened, cheeks flushed and a breathless gasp got stuck in his throat. at his reaction, you pulled him downwards, kissing him softly before the tendrils of passing seemed to nip down on both of you. soon after, you were nothing more than messy kisses, clashing teeth and wrong decisions.

"fuuck— ha-harder." he moaned as your fingernails sunk into his scalp, pulling him harder against yourself.

your hands travelled downwards to his chest and you pushed him away only to turn him around and straddle his hips. your pelvis rolled over his, the delicious friction driving you delirious as you peered down at the man under you — kiss-bitten lips, tousled hair, flushed cheeks.

yuuji itadori looked at you as if you were his god.

and you played along. rolling your hips, tracing a finger from his jaw down to his pecs as your lips traced the path with soft kisses soon after.

his hips stuttered, trying to meet your shallow teases before he mumbled out a soft, "take off your clothes."

you smiled, putting on a show for him as you slipped out of your tshirt. leaving yourself exposed to his preying eyes, you slowly took off the bra.

"shit, look at you." he raised himself on his elbows, coming upwards to softly kiss your warm skin before slowly licking over your nipple as another hand fondled the other. your head was thrown back at the feeling of his warm mouth on you while his fingers softly tugged at the other.

soon after that, you found yourself rocking yourself on his long fingers as he sunk his teeth in your neck, getting off on the pretty sounds you made as you rut against him almost as desperately as he was. when he caught you sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, he pulled your face towards his and kissed you senseless. when he pulled away, his hot breath fanned over your lips, "don't. let me hear, please."

and so senseless moans tumbled down your lips as you you came, still rutting against his hand.

when your breath stilled and you finally met his gaze, all you could was breath out an airy, "fuck me, please."

flushed face, hazy eyes, your mouth parted so prettily at the end of the sentence. who was itadori yuuji to deny you of anything?

"say that again."

🧸lesson 06: fuck it up, itadori!

"n-no protection? are you... sure?"

god, he was adorable.

you held back a laugh as you re-assured him a millionth time, "i'm on birth control, so, no. trust me."

"hm. hm." his breath was caught in his throat as if it were a jagged rock. your hands on his torso felt warm — too warm — as if they would char him and you blinked up at him so prettily as you laid atop those pillows.

"i- one second. i-" his voice was thick, hands slightly shaking as he tried to guide his erection into your slick cunt.

"yuu," you cooed and he looked at you in part hope, part confusion. a laugh escaped you at his expression, "you look like a kicked puppy."

"so-sorry, imjustnervous—" he mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours.

"yuu," you repeated, "this is your first time, right?"

he nodded so softly that it was entirely too easy to miss it. you held back an amused grin, "let me help, okay?"

shockwaves ran through his body as your soft hand slowly took ahold of his dick and ran the tip over your clit, gathering your wetness on the mushroom tip. you both held back a choked sigh as your hand continued the same up and down, up and down, up and down motion till you felt as if yuuji was going to cry just from the teasing.

"h-hey—"

"sorry, sorry. no more teasin', i promise." you replied cheekily, fingers finally guiding him to your sloppy hole. and as the tip finally pushed past the first ring of feeble resistance, a shuddering gasp left the man above you.

pushing in inch by inch, you gasped at the sinful stretch of him filling you. your walls spasmed slightly against him, hugging him so sinfully tight that he wondered if he would pass out just right now. but he couldn't. so he commanded himself to keep moving forward till he was all but buried within you.

"s-shit." his breath was heavy against the dip of your neck and you ran a soft hand through his hair, "you okay, yuu?"

"ye-yeah." he shook his head slowly, descending down on you to sink his teeth into your skin again as he started moving slowly.

"jus like that— yeah."

at first his thrusts were slow and shallow, as if he was just testing the waters. but as you found you keening into his touches and moaning as his tip rubbed against a certain spot, he grew sure of his actions.

his thrusts were now harder, a bit more precise and his tempo increased as you dug your heels on his back and tugged on his hair to keep him going.

"jesus" you gasped, back arching off slowly as his lower abs caught friction against your clit and his dick started ramming into your with a periodic rhythm. "fu-fuck is it your fuckin first time? for fucks sake, yuuji ngh—"

his breath was laboured, a thin layer of sweat adorning his forehead and nose, "im a quick learner, fuck— you're shi-shit, you're so fucking perfect."

lifting himself up slightly, his hand snaked in between your bodies and he found himself thumbing at your clit with ease.

"yuuji—" your voice pitched up as his circles grew in pressure. already overstimulated from his administrations on your poor cunt, you felt the pressure building inch by inch till it grabbed ahold of your body and shook you to your very core.

under him, you grabbed hastily at the sheets, at the pillow, at his hair, at anything to keep yourself on this plane of consciousness as he kept drawing messy figures on your clit and fucked into your cervix with reckless abandon.

and that unsteady, familiar feeling grew and grew and grew till it turned your body to jello and burst inwards, "f-fuck shit, ohmygod im cummin im cummin im cumm— FUCK YUUJI—"

his fingers pressed hastily against your lips but the cockiness in his voice practically dripped off of him and onto you, "shh, someone might hear, pretty."

his thrusts grew erratic, nudging him more and more towards a certain, familiar kind of high. his face found solace against your shuddering body as he cursed and spilled inside you.

"fuck." he cursed one last time as he breathed you in, just laying atop you having spent himself.

he slowly pulled himself upwards, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose, and you gave him a spent smile, the kind that had quickly became his favorite. he slowly pulled himself out, and caught the milky white gushing out of your cunt.

and with that, itadori yuuji lost all sanity.

next you knew, your face was being pressed into the mattress, your cunt being ravaged by his unforgiving dick ramming in and out easily.

"fuc-fuck, sogood so fuckin' good—"

his chest was against your back, his weight pressing down on your so deliciously and trapping you under him. you pressed your face harder into the mattress, screaming out muffled renditions of his name as he softly pinched your clit.

"i'm sorry, baby, im so fuckin' sorry" but he sounded anything but sorry as he whispered hotly in your ear, both his fingers and his dick doing everything in their power to turn you into nothing more than a woman maddened with his touch.

your fingers sunk into the sheets underneath, your death-grip growing even more deadlier as he fucked into you as a man depraved.

"this 'sthe last time," his words slurred as he left sloppy kisses down your neck, "promise, i promise."

but those promises were nothing more than candied words on his pretty lips, because now he had you on top of him, your back against his chest, his heels digging into your mattress dangerously as he fucked up into you.

"yuu— yuuJI pleaseplease ple— fucking fuc—" your voice grew in pitch, unresolved tears falling down your face as his hands fondled your tits, tugging and tweaking the nipples to his liking, and your own familiar fingers toyed with your clit.

how could he go on for so fucking long? jesus fucking christ.

"i play varsi- fuck varsity," he answered softly, "this is nothin' for me."

he pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his cock split you apart for the nth time and you fell apart on top of the man who claimed to love you more than he loved life and reason itself.

"don't." his voice grew desperate, a hand coming to hold yours over your overstimulated, abused clit, "i didn- say you could stop, did i? keep going. please. one more. fuck. please."

"yuuji stop—"

"—give me one more, please."

"pleasepleaseplease—" you sobbed, your body arching off of him as he brought you to another one orgasm. you eyes rolled back into your skull, a bit of drool dangerously on your bottom lip, and your body went slack so as to let him do as he pleased.

your cunt gushed on his dick, spraying you both in your juices he thrusted into one last time, spilling into your overfilled pussy all over again with a breathless string of pants and moans.

the quarterback collapsed backwards onto your bed with you on top of him. he reluctantly pushed the weight of your sweaty body off of him, and instinctively pressed another kiss to your head.

his hand came up to push back the sweaty hair strands that stuck to you like second skin, and to thumb at the furious blush on your cheeks. your eyes fluttered upwards at him, you barely managing a smile, "thankyou."

"for what?" he turned to his side, taking every feature of you in with a small smile. a beat passed him by in the serene room before he found his heart weighing heavily and lodging itself between his lungs.

"you're so pretty" he found himself mumbling, "i wish i- i wish i could..." but he caught himself before he could make a fool of himself and confess to a passed out girl. he bit the inside of his cheek. maybe it was better if he just left wordlessly. "nothing."

you were asleep. he knew that. but then why did you snuggle closer and whispered a soft, "i love you."

"—huH?!" any and all sanity left the jock at this point. his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared down your softly snoring form, "what did you just say?"

but you said nothing, still softly snoring in your goddamn sleep and yuuji felt like he was going insane. did you say it??? did he imagine it??? is this a punishment from the devil (sukuna) itself??? what was real anymore? was he real???

and hey what does a panicked twenty year old does when faced with the possible conundrum of his crush of fifteen years having feelings for him?? he runs.

yuuji itadori never had put on his clothes faster than he did right this moment. hastily putting one leg into the sweats and then another, he dashed to make his way to the door. before stepping out, he looked back at you one last time.

fuck itadori, are you dumb?! she doesn't love you like that. it's the post-sex hormones. his consciousness begged in the voice of megumi fushiguro, which was a bit concerning cause was the voice of reason in his head megumi fushiguro?!

but that was not the issue at hand right now. his voice of reason could be questioned another time. right now? running. yes, that was the plan.

the lock softly clicked and he stepped out into the living room before closing the door ever so slowly behind him.

"done fucking?"

and yuuji's blood ran cold.

he whipped around to peer at a certain, tatted delinquent who was sat on the couch in the living room, "brother?"

"brother? huh?" sukuna laughed, the sound so chilling that yuuji felt his blood freeze ad turn into cement, "bringing out the formalities?"

yuuji's tongue got stuck in his throat and sukuna stood up slowly, holding up his hands in mock surrender, "she wouldn't pick up my calls, and i had a spare key. sorry if i'm fuckin imposing."

"'kuna," yuuji's voice was quiet, "it's not what he looks like."

"hm, it is not?" he flashed the younger itadori an amused smile, "ofcourse it is not. what do you think i think you both did?"

"fu-fucked?" the jock swallowed hard.

"bingo."

"i didn't." yuuji didn't know if he was begging for forgiveness, and if yes, then what for? for betraying sukuna's trust or for feeling satisfied that his brother knew of his conquests?

"you didn't? from what i heard, she seemed a little too happy in there." and now sukuna stood mere inches apart, his hand balled into a neat fist.

"kun—" but yuuji's right cheek bore the fate of getting punched by sukuna.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND, YUUJI?"

the jock nursed his cheek, still reeling from the attack. but a certain flame came alive. he wasn't a fucking child. "YEAH, YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND."

sukuna looked at him in disbelief, "how fucking could you? she meaNS SHIT TO ME, YOU FUCKFACE."

"—SO DOES SHE TO ME."

the man stepped insanely closer, grabbing ahold of yuuji's hoodie's collar, "THEN WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU RUNNING AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW? HUH?"

the two boys heaved heavily, anger boiling hot through their veins. finally yuuji spat up, "she told me she loved me."

sukuna's grasp loosened, "what?"

"she fucking told me she loved me."

"and you're running?" sukuna looked at his brother with a strange look. disappointment, perhaps?

"i- it's a mistake. she doesn't." yuuji looked downwards, trying not to show his pain in his soft words, "and... i didn't want to fucking hurt you, asshole."

"so you're a coward?" the tatted man scoffed.

and yuuji pushed his brother back, "fuck you."

"no." sukuna's gaze hardened, "you fuck off, you stupid fucking dipshit. she told you she loves you, and you ran?"

"for fucks sake, sukuna" yuuji breathed in slowly, "i thought you'd be elated she probably doesn't."

"you fucked around with her for god knows how long, pretending i didn't know." sukuna stepped back, his words quieter.

"you knew?"

"i'm not dumb, of course i fucking knew." he paused, "and 'nichan told me."

"jesus fucking christ, 'nichan." yuuji looked down at the floors, "what now?"

"grow a pair, and actually ask her out."

"what?" the jock looked up, confused, "you- wait, you are saying i should ask her out?"

sukuna shrugged, "you've compromised her. you must follow through with the consequences."

"did you watch too much bridgerton? what the fuck is compromised??"

"i did, 'nichan made me watch it. pleasantly surprising, actually." and yuuji was immediately mentally slapped with the image of sukuna enjoying bridgerton.

"huh?" yuuji softly shook his head, "so... what? i like have your blessing or whatever to ask her out?"

the delinquent made a face of disgust, "i'm not a priest, what the fuck do you mean by blessing? yeah, just fucking ask her out."

"and what if she says no?"

"then i will remind you of your failure everyday in life."

yuuji looked at his brother awestruck, "thanks, kuna."

"don't. when you come back home, im gonna beat you to a pulp for fucking my best friend."

"i deserve it."

"fuck yeah, you do." the older itadori made his way to the main entrance, "go fix shit."

and as sukuna left through the door, itadori yuuji slipped back into your room, crawled back into bed with you, and held you close to his chest. softly, as a giddy smile overtook his features, he mumbled, "i love you too."

next morning you woke up next to a fully-clothed yuuji with a swollen right cheek.

"yuu?! why are you dressed?! and what the fuck happened to your cheek?!"

"i fell off your bed."

"what the actual fuck?!"

a/n: IM GENUINELY SO SORRY IF THIS SUCKS ASS, I GOT TOO MUCH INTO CHARACTER WRITING HELPPP!! i really hope it was atleast a fun read, and as i said it took me 4 days just to make it a bit coherent since i'm writing after so long. please forgive me and enjoy the meal. [sorry for any typos and such babes] tagging: @9rvm @jellibean2018 @peekawoocc @kingofthe-egirls @hugmevz [thankyou sm for sending in the request, i was already writing it here so i tagged you <3] misc.: divider by @plutism and header format by @si-eunnis plagiarism not authorized bitch.

[asteroshearts]

My Type

Oh no! Nanami's wife is just Itadori's type!

Or the story of how, upon meeting Nanami's wife, Itadori just can't take his eyes off her.

Nanami x Reader

Tags: this story was referenced here, but can be read completely alone, she/her pronouns, discussions of body types, Itadori's a bit of a pervert here (but he doesn't actually see anything!! Nanami, however, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), typical anime flashing

Hey Ken: How are you feeling?

You: Like shit My fever got worse after you left

Hey Ken: I'll be home soon. Please take ibuprofen, drink lots of water, and rest as much as you can. I'm finishing up now.

You: I just checked our cabinet We ran out of Bufferin UGHHHH I feel terrible I fucking told Daiki from accounting that he should go home if he was coughing but he said it was fine AND COUGHED IN MY FACE And now look at me

Hey Ken: We're out? I'll pick some up on my way home while I grab our other groceries. Please wait for me until then. Take a nap if you can. You're just going to get more exhausted thinking of the idiots in your office.

You: I looked online, delivery is going to take over an hour I'm getting dizzier I don't want to wait I'm going to go to the Matsukiyo near us to get it myself

Hey Ken: What?

Hey Ken: Don't go. I'll pick it up.

Hey Ken: Darling. Read my messages.

Hey Ken: Pick up the phone.

(10) Missed Calls

Several moments ago…

Itadori already thought that today got off to a weird start.

To begin with, it wasn't Ijichi in the driver's seat to pick him up today, but Nanamin. It also wasn't the Jujutsu Tech standard vehicle, but a nice, sleek, and expensive Porsche.

"W-Woah! Nanamin!" Itadori called then. Eyes wide and bright at the polished paint that glistened in the heavy sunlight. "Nice ride!" he said giddily, running his fingers across the aerodynamic doors. Popping his head up toward Nanami's window, he said, "This must've cost you a fortune!" And he thought that Gojo-sensei spent crazily.

"It was a gift," Nanami flatly said. The boy gaped at him like a fish. But who would just give away a car like this? They had to be really close — or maybe he had saved some rich guy and he thanked Nanamin by giving him a brand new car! The boy's eyes shone. Maybe one day he could get a nice gift like — "Get in." The doors unlocked.

"Hiya, Ijichi-san! Must be nice not driving for once, huh?" While marveling at the car's clean interior, he hopped into the back seat, feeling the leather under his hands and the cool blast of the AC hit his sweaty hair after being in the summer sun.

"Good morning, Itadori-kun," the dark-haired man said with a nervous smile. The car rumbled beneath them as Nanami turned the engine back on. "Nanami-san is surely giving me a nice change of pace — "

"Our duties will not change," Nanami stated, turning the wheel. "Ijichi-san is still required to do his job, as well as you, Itadori-kun. Don't get distracted." The pink-haired boy pouted in the backseat. "It just so happens that I have urgent errands to run after this, so time is of the essence."

Turning into an alleyway, Nanami smoothly hit the brakes and put the car into park. "Let's go."

Luckily for him, the curse was a low-level one mostly used for teaching Itadori the ropes, and the two of them managed to exorcise it in record time. For someone who was just thrust into the world of curses several weeks ago, he was doing well. As well as anyone could in his situation.

The boy was still a bumbling newbie, but he had a good head on his shoulders and was a strong opponent for most curses that they dealt with on a daily basis. Lips twitching into a frown, the blond thought that if Gojo didn't poison the youth's mind, surely Yuji would continue having a nice and mature head on his shoulders.

Nanami had to drop Ijichi off at his next assignment, but other than that, all he needed was to drop Itadori off at the college and then he could return to his sick wife. Paperwork still needed to be done, but luckily he could finish that at a later time. Unfortunately, last night you had a major headache and showed signs of an upcoming sickness this morning.

He had just barely convinced you to not do remote work and just take the day off to rest instead. However, as he checked on his messages with you, he found out that you were insisting on double — no, triple mask to go to the pharmacy yourself. All while you had a 37.5-degree fever.

He tried to call you once, thrice, and all of them were left for voicemail.

Cursing inwardly, Nanami leaned his head back on the headrest. Normally, the blond man was the arbiter of restraint and level-headed thinking, but all of that went out the door at the mere thought of his sickly wife dragging herself out in the street to get some medication. Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"My apologies, Itadori-kun." Nanami pushed up his glasses. "I need to take a detour before I drop you off at your dorm. I apologize for the inconvenience."

The boy blinked owlishly. "Oh that's alri — GH!"

Without another word, Nanami quickly turned left, jolting the teen to the side from the momentum, increasing the speed of his vehicle, and raced down the streets.

Within five minutes, Itadori felt like a dog left in the car as his "owner" raced into the nearest grocery store to grab medication, vegetables, and grains for the upcoming, proverbial storm. Even as the cashier tried their hardest to ignore the intense stare of the tall blond man before them, every second that ticked by as they scanned his purchase felt like hours.

As soon as he nearly threw his money on the tray and took all of the grocery bags under his toned arms, Nanami was off again, shifting into drive and ignoring the speed limit all the way back home.

Nanami could've nearly run into his apartment's chain-link garage doors if it had lifted any slower, allowing him access to his own underground parking before he landed in his designated parking spot within three seconds.

Racing out the car, he took all of the grocery bags over one muscular arm and was prepared to run off until he remembered he had a teen in the backseat.

"Itadori-kun," he said hurriedly. "Can you — " The man stopped himself short.

He originally planned to tell the boy to wait for him in the car, but caught sight of the boy's skin gleaming with sweat, reflecting one of the garage's low lights. Summer was brutal right now, with insane humidity that made Itadori's hair damp as if he had just taken a dunk in water. Even though the parking garage was cooler than it was outside, it was still unbearably hot, not to mention cruel, if he had forced the teen to just sit here and deal with it. Itadori had already waited in the hot car when he went out to grab groceries, and although he rolled the windows down, suddenly Nanami remembered all of the articles of puppies and toddlers dying in the back of cars during the summer.

Sighing, the man pushed his glasses up. "Behave yourself. Come with me."

"Ken?" Eyes wide, you held the door open. Keys were lifted up in the air in the man's hands, but you had beat him to the chase and opened the door before he managed to get the key in the keyhole. "Oh! I didn't know that you were bringing a guest." Stepping back quickly, you realized another person was standing behind your husband. "If I had known, I would've worn a surgeon mask!" Alert, you said. "Hold on, I'll go grab one right now — !"

"No need. We'll make this fast." He was about to take a step forward, but then realized that the student hadn't moved an inch ever since you opened the door. "Itadori-kun?"

As still as a statue, pink slowly rose from the boy's neck all the way up to the tips of his ears. He couldn't rip his gaze from you for even a second. Although your hair wasn't done and your face was covered, he could tell just how beautiful you were.

Furthermore, you looked just like the pin-up models he had in his room — you were just his type! Your little chemise barely ended at the middle of your thigh, and although everything important was covered up, it left little to the imagination with how the fabric hugged your waist and hips. As you held the door open for them and leaned forward, the loose triangle top of your nightgown was teasing him with the exposed curves and valleys of your chest.

You were too hot!

"Itadori-kun," Nanami repeated, irritated.

Way too hot for Nanamin!

"Nanamin! You didn't tell me that you were married!" Eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets, Itadori almost thought they had gotten the wrong apartment when you had just opened the door. While his mentor was an attractive man, it was like a mountain and a molehill to the teenager. Not to mention that this strict and serious ex-salaryman was hitched! To a babe no less!

Certainly, you didn't marry for personality!

He couldn't imagine what your daily life was like while Nanamin talked about doing the bare minimum and never smiled.

Raising an eyebrow, Nanami followed Itadori's stare to your state of dress. You weren't even wearing your indoor slippers, and you were absolutely breathtaking even if you had a dark clay mask over your face. He wasn't an idiot, and he could feel his blood vessels pumping harshly. Trying to remind himself with mantras of how Itadori was just a stupid, hormonal teenager, and you could dress how you wanted, and that he especially couldn't beat up Itadori. Pinching his nose bridge, the man couldn't even look at the boy. "My personal life and my work life are completely separate. I wouldn't anno — !"

"But you don't even wear a wedding ring!" Itadori insisted.

"Why would I wear my rings when my daily job involves fighting and getting messy?" Nanami rhetorically asked, stepping through your door with all the groceries in one go. "Wedding and engagement rings are investments, and I'd be damned if I lose my rings and be forced to inflate the wedding ring industry any more than I already have."

Grinning, you beamed at Itadori. Only you really know how seriously Nanami took the "three month's salary on rings" tradition, especially on his sorcerer's salary. "Now you know, Itadori-kun! If you catch him committing adultery while he's out without his ring, you'll shank him for me, right?" Placing both of your hands on your husband's waist, you laughed when you playfully tried to shake him. Of course, that didn't do much. Your man continued to stand there like a stone statue, as if you tried to rock a brick wall while he remained wholly unamused.

From your weak roughhousing, all that managed to do was drop your spaghetti strap from your shoulder. With your dress threatening to slip, Nanami sighed and quickly stood in front of you, blocking your body from Itadori's gaze. He carefully and slowly pulled your shoulder strap back up your body before you managed to flash the poor teen. When you looked up, his brown eyes met with yours.

Gently rubbing your bare shoulder with his large hand, he asked, "I thought you said you were going to Matsukiyo?"

"I was," you rasped out, voice raw from all the coughing you did. "But then I took one step outside and it was too damn hot." Laughing weakly, you said, "I slunk back like a vampire the second the humidity hit me."

The man sighed deeply, and his shoulders dropped in relief and exhaustion. While he ran around like a chicken with its head cut off from worry, he was glad that you ended up not going out after all.

"Why didn't you pick up my calls?" he said deeply, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

"I was making okayu with kombu," you explained. "Sorry," you said genuinely, "that's all I managed to make for our dinner today."

"I'm upset that you cooked in the first place," Nanami scolded. "You should be resting. I said I'd take care of it. Why were you in the kitchen when the hot fumes could make your fever even worse?" Turning away from his nagging, you pouted.

"I'm hungry though…" you mumbled, far too much like a spoiled child, and Nanami was sure, in some way, that you were spoiled, of his making too. He always prioritized you and let you have your way. "And I already ate the miyeok guk you made."

"You could've ordered delivery," the man countered.

"Nothing interested me there."

Inhaling deeply once more, Nanami tried to calm the upcoming headache he felt. There was no point in arguing with you, not when you were coughing and sick like this. "Stay here. I'm going to whip up a bowl of okayu to have with your medicine," the man ordered before he picked up a blanket you had draped over one of your couches and wrapped you in it like a burrito. When you opened your mouth, your husband only sternly repeated, "Stay."

Playfully rolling your eyes when he left to go to the kitchen, you puffed out your cheeks in mock irritation. Closing the door to your apartment so the AC couldn't escape anymore, you turned to the teen who was standing awkwardly in your home.

"Aw I'm sorry," you said, voice sounding like sandpaper again. "You know, Kento's kinda strict, but I assure you he's a good man," you said gently. "Thank you so much for taking care of him."

"M-Me?" Itadori sputtered. "I'm not the one taking care of him! He takes care of me! Um…" The boy grew demure when he realized he had no way to address you.

"Oh," you realized you didn't introduce yourself. "I apologize! I totally forgot! I know you since Ken talks about you and Ino all the time, but I didn't realize you didn't know me!"

Itadori gasped. "He talks about me?!"

"Of course! All good things!" you assured. "Even though Kento seems like a meanie, he's a genuine person and wouldn't exaggerate, so he wouldn't praise you unless he absolutely meant it." You knew that this was the teen that hosted Sukuna, the King of Curses. It was a heavy burden for someone who wasn't even an adult yet, and your heart grew heavy at the thought of this boy's fate.

"Before I forget…" Quickly, you ran to your bathroom and cleaned off your clay face mask before you returned with your bare face wet and a cloth Pompompurin headband keeping your hair out of the way. "I need to introduce myself."

Now Itadori was sure that you two were married with the way you introduced yourself nearly identically to your husband. With your back straight and shoulders squared, hands flat, and arms straight at your side, you closed your eyes and bowed.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Itadori-kun." You acquired your business card out of thin air and held it out for the boy. "My name is Nanami [Name], and I'm a senior project manager at Yurukawa Corp. If you or your friends ever get tired of exorcising curses and want to look into engineering, you can ask me!"

Huh?

It was too silent.

When you rose and looked up, you realized that your husband had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. Standing in between you and Itadori, your husband's stern expression could freeze hell over as he stared down at Itadori with a frown, arm outstretched and his hand held up — right where Itadori's eyes would've seen your cleavage when you bent over to bow.

"Itadori-kun."

"Y-Yes!"

"We are going. Now."

The car was completely silent the entire way to the dorm rooms. Quickly shifting the car into park, Itadori jumped at the sudden stop.

No one said a word. The entire ride felt like the air was heavy enough to drown in.

"Itadori-kun." Nanami's eyes were hidden by the reflection in his glasses.

"…Yes?" the boy squeaked out, pressing his index fingers together.

"Never ogle my wife again."

[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language (verse iii); s.g.

synopsis: a first date with gojo satoru? maybe... or maybe not... content: canon divergence (still teen!gojo era!), fem!reader, hopeless romantic gojo, best bros satoru and suguru bickering as always, gojo has given you a nickname (and I will now claim reader and gojo as "gojo and his mochi"), unimpressed nanami, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: another addition to my gojo anthology series! I'm having sm fun writing these lil things for myself and you all! also... should I start a tag list? lmk in the replies!

"Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, and," Yaga Masamichi introduced before gesturing in your direction, speaking your name. "You may know the first two already but we've got another sorcerer to the school roster." Continuing his speech towards his three students that sat before him, Suguru and Shoko listened closely, eyeing a brooding Kento and a smiley Yu... while Satoru gazed at you with the biggest heart eyes. He didn't seem to care if he was obvious, after his first interaction with you ever (possibly the best moment of his life), he made it his goal to see you at least once a day. If you were away on missions, or busy during a lecture, he'd find a way to see you... even if it was from afar. "I want you three to mentor them from now on. Each of you teaming up with one of them and spending at least an hour a day to help them boost up their technique—"

"I'll be partnered up with mochi!" Gojo exclaimed, interrupting his teacher with a hand in the air.

"What's the point of raising your hand if you're gonna interrupt anyway?" Geto teased, earning a look from his best friend as he stuck out his tongue.

"Who... is mochi?" Yaga asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, never quite getting used to his white haired student. 

Pointing at you and speaking your name, you stood there with wide eyes and a blush. You weren't new to Gojo's behavior, after you first met him (helping you rescue your now kitten off a tree), you had plenty of... interesting interactions. At first, it was a lot to take in, seeing as he was very eccentric and grew really comfortable with you so easily, but after some time, you grew comfortable with it. With him. However, him calling you one of his favorite treats was a first. "She's cute like a mochi—"

"Oh, god..." Shoko shook her head as Suguru raised his eyebrows.

"That's a first," Yu spoke up, covering his mouth as he couldn't help but chuckle.

"No," the shared teacher spoke. "You will not be paired with her—"

"What! Why not?! We're best friends!" Satoru whined as you looked away with a subtle blush.

"Psht, that's harsh, am I now forgotten?" Suguru crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. "What if I want to team up with mochi?" The young man smirked, earning a scowl from his best friend.

"Never call her that again," Gojo hissed, earning a laugh from Geto.

"Enough, you two, she will be partnered up with Shoko. Knowing you two, you'd end up getting her hurt somehow," earning a gasp from the two boys, you couldn't help but smile, biting your bottom lip at the way they reacted. "I trust Nanami and Haibara will be fine in either of your care."

"Ugh," Gojo groaned.

"I suppose that's fair," Geto shrugged, earning a shove from Gojo in which he shoved back. "Who are we teamed up with, then?"

"Geto, you'll be paired up with Haibara," hearing a faint cheer come from Yu, Kento only sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Which means Gojo, you'll be paired up with Nanami."

"Well, if I can't have my mochi, I guess Nanamin is fine!" Gojo crossed his arms behind his head. "No offense, Haibara! Nanamin is just great company to tease," he grinned, earning an eye roll from the young, blond man.

"Perfect, today will be your first day. Report back here in an hour. Get to know one another's abilities better." At that, Yaga dismissed the class, Shoko rushing up to you and interlocking arms as she pulled you out with her. You couldn't help but look back at Satoru, seeing his grin towards  Kento turn into a frown as he looked at you. Sending him a small smile and wave, he waved back, happy that he at least got your attention for the time being.

Weeks then passed after Yaga paired everyone off, though it didn't change how things went—specifically missions—Gojo found another reason to see you. At least, another way to see you. Shoko's RCT required her to be in specific places, so he was well aware of where to find you when he wasn't with his own classmates. Nanami, on the occasion, was dragged along. Forced to watch his senior poorly flirt with you when you (shockingly) didn't seem too bothered by it. Instead, it made you flustered. You seemed to have enjoyed Satoru's attention. Of course, it never lasted long with Ieiri kicking both boys out (or just Gojo if he was the only one there) because she was busy being a good mentor and teaching you.

"I'm bored," Satoru whined as he sat on a bench, eyeing Kento as he trained on the open field. "This pairing up thing isn't all that fun."

"That's because you're not doing your job as my senior," Nanami spoke with a lack of enthusiasm.

"What's there to teach you? You're good as it is," he waved a hand as he sipped at his milk box. "I just wanna see my mochi..."

Sighing, Nanami shook his head before lifting it from his palm as he massaged his temples. A faint smile grew on his lips at the sight of you approaching, it seemed as if Shoko had lead the way before parting to go on her own route. You waved happily as he waved back, only to look at his senior to see that he hadn't noticed you. Grinning, Nanami quietly made his way towards you, his fellow classmate. To anyones shock, the two of you actually grew close. You saw one another like siblings, getting along quite well and actually maintaining interesting conversations. No one would've figured, he was a quiet boy and only really spoke when spoken to, but you brought something out of him. You always found something to speak about. Maybe it was your shared love for baked goods, or the possibility that you weren't annoying like most of the people around him. You were timid, but you were also very kind and social with those you were comfortable with. "How'd it go today?"

"Good, Shoko is very skilled, it's a shame we don't focus much on her technique. RCT is very important, no one does it like her." Smiling up at him as the two of you bumped fists, you then peeked over to Satoru, who was now lying on the bench, completely unaware of your presence. "Is he okay?"

"Being lazy as always," Nanami shrugged, but you slightly frowned. "Don't worry about it."

"What are you two babbling about?!" Gojo called out, not realizing who he had been yelling at. 

"I'll catch you later..." the blond said before patting your head, then walking away.

"Hey, I asked you a—" Sitting up and realizing who he had been yelling at, Gojo's eyes widened as he gulped. "Mochi!"

"Hi, Satoru," you greeted with a kind smile, causing him to blush. "Long day?"

Instantly standing up, nearly tripping over his own feet, he shook his head. "No! I was just... taking a break! Y'know... training others can be so tiring," he frowned while slumping forward as you let out a small laugh. "Especially someone as skilled as Nanamin!"

"Right," You nodded. "I hadn't seen you all day. I was thinking..."

Blinking a few times as he watched you approach, Gojo gulped, "yeah?"

"We should get an early dinner—"

"Now?" His eyes widen as he stood straight, earning another laugh from you.

"Mhm, or later, whatever you prefer—"

"Now! Now is good," He nodded, meeting you halfway before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "I know the perfect place! Plus, right next door, they sell some delicious mochi..." He grinned as you smiled up at him.

"Is this our first date?" Gojo teased as you sat on a bench, sharing a box of mochi. The dinner was as great as he had promised, a cute little restaurant that Gojo frequented. Satoru tried his best to impress you with his cooking skills, only to burn half of what he ordered. You couldn't help but laugh it off, deciding to cook the rest—in which he praised your skills (and promised to improve his own for the next time). For someone trying to do some impressing, he's constantly teetering between being shy and letting his confidence kick in (even if it was false, trying to win you over).

"Hmm, I was the one who asked to go to dinner," you said, biting into your mochi. "Shouldn't I decide that?"

"Wait!" Gojo lifted his hands, pulling the box of mochi away as you tilted your head. "I took us here to get our dessert," he nudged his head back, towards the stand. 

"So..." you trailed. 

"So... this could be our first date!" He beamed, earning a look from you as you playfully lifted an eyebrow.

"Maybe."

[sunbeamah]

Would you consider the making a fic where the Kusozu Brothers react to Canon or meeting canon?

I'd just like to sincerely apologise for how long this took, I truly am so sorry. I started writing as soon as you sent this, and went through about seven drafts before I realised that I'm really not good enough to write ten characters meeting alternate versions of themselves-- so I hope you'll accept Sukuna's Exploits in Canon and the headcanons beneath the cut!

Choso

Choso hates almost everyone in canon.

He hates the coach from episode 1;

"Why is he, as a schoolteacher, blackmailing students, making bets with them and changing what club you signed up for??? CREEP!

Megumi,

"Why does he have to be in this?"

Sorcerers,

"EXECUTED?!"

Gojo,

"IN HIS BASEMENT??????"

Nobara,

"You're not an idiot, Otouto, don't listen to her."

Junpei,

"If he just listened to you (Yuuji) he wouldn't have traumatised you by dying!"

Todo,

Now at first he liked Todo. He knows that's Yuki's younger brother for one, and on top of that the first thing Todo does is try to beat Megumi half to death

"Omg I love that kid."

When Yuuji and Todo fight, things start to slip a bit..

"I like that kid way less now."

And when Todo calls Yuuji brother.......

"I hate that kid now. Who does he think he is? I'm your big brother. Not him. You already have Eso, why do you need another tall, tan, muscular brother??"

Yuuji: Well--

Sukuna: Well nothing, whip me out, I'll show him whose 'buraza' you are.

Choso likes Nanami though.

When his brothers are like "??? Just like that?" he goes:

"I liked it when he said that Yuuji's the child and he's the adult. It seems like, though he;s endeared by Yuuji, he still maintains and appropriate and professional distance with him. And he's protecting you two (Sukuna and Yuuji) while we're off doing whatever it is we're doing.

Which begs the question! What are they doing?

When the death paintings are introduced, Choso is excited! And then the fight happens. Way less excited.

If they were watching JJK as a tv show, this is where Choso stops watching. They can try to make him come back all they like, Choso is NOT standing for it. Even if they get him to watch s2, as soon as he sees Gojo he's leaving.

If they made him see himself... I think he'd break the TV as soon as he struck Yuuji for the first time

And if they showed him his final scene, I think he'd weep in relief. And be excited that Yuki rocked up!

Eso

For the whole of season one, he's waiting for his debut.

"This is so boring when do we show up?"

"Imagine if Yuuji left us back in Sendai."

"If I were there Junpei would've lived. Just saying."

"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Bring me in I'll shut Sukuna up."

BUT! There are some highlights for him. Such as:

Nanami.

Eso, licking his lips: You reckon he's (Nanamin's) ever been outta the country?

Yuuji: Eso-nii you are NOT fucking my train bestie.

Eso: "I'll take you to Malaysia baby."

Megumi!

During the fight with Todo he's cheering him on hard out.

"Yeah get him Megumi!! Finish summoning whatever that is, I've been seeing it! Actually do it this time! 4th time's the charm! Beat his ass!!" (It's his Mahoraga fists)

Other than that, it's been a dull watch for him.

Until they appear!:

Eso: FINALLY!

Kechizu: it’s us!!!!!! Niichan why do you look like you haven’t slept in 100 years

Sukuna: Wdym, he looks the exact same

Yuuji: I hate to say it, Choso-nii, but… he’s right.

Choso: They’re not that bad.. (pulls out his phone to check)

Choso:

Choso: Oh. 

Eso: Hey wait, why are we asking why Niisan looks like that, when we should be asking..

Kechizu: Shut up

Eso: Why YOU look like THAT

Yuuji: Ooooo I love the body horror

Kechizu: !!? BODY HORROR! 

Sukuna: He looks cooler than you do.

Yuuji: I look the same though?

Sukuna: yeah exactly

And when the Yuuji and Nobara vs Eso and Kechizu fight starts:

Eso: Oooooooou we’re gonna fight, Yuu-chan! Money’s on me, this protag’s been winning too many fights lately

Kechizu: His friend literally just died. And Todo beat him up.

Eso: Still, in the end everything was fine. I’m sure once Yuuji uses his ‘I’m your brother’ cursed technique, we’ll stop fighting and everything will be A-OK!

Sukuna: Yuuji should use my power to put you down like the dog you are

Eso: Your reputation couldn’t handle how hard I’d whoop your ass

And when it ends:

Eso, mouth open, jaw dropped, flies coming out, pissed: It’s rigged. It’s rigged! I would 100% win a fight against Yuuji, and I’ll prove it right now

Unfortunately for him, by this point Yuuji is too busy being cradled by a wildly sobbing Choso.

He does NOT want to watch the show after he dies. But when he hears Gojo gets sealed and Choso's gonna show up, he makes a concession for those episodes.

Eso: Gayest death scene in the whole show, tops Junpei's by miles.

Yuuji: He's not even dead!!!!

Now he insists he won't watch till Choso's on, but when he sees Nanami's new look... Let's just say he's sat for Dull Knife.

Eso: Yuuji I love you. I love you so much. You're my babiest of brothers. I'll always love you. But for fucks sake you did NOT deserve to be the one to meet Nanami out of all of us!!!

Yuuji: ?! Kechizu did too?!

Eso: And I'm still pissed NEITHER of you introduced him to me. Like?????? Have you seen the man???????????????? When he gets back from Malaysia he'll literally be my ideal type. I hate you two.

Eso: --and so, not only would it be neglect, but it would also be legally wrong of you not to introduce him to me.

Yuuji: NO!

Eso: AND HIS NAME IS:::: ZENIN TOJIIII! (John Cena theme plays from his phone)

Yuuji: You HATED him! You hated him before this!

Eso: And now for the purposes of the show I love him! Uncle-in-law! 

Kechizu: Wow… I really should’ve remembered Nanami, huh? 

Yuuji: ENOUGH!

Sukuna: Brat, even you can admit he’s hot. Look how they drew him. It’s softcore porn, beatdown edition. 

Eso: Hey do you have his phone number?

Yuuji: NO!

Choso: Good. 

Eso: I’ll come with you to and from school next time. I should thank him.

Yuuji: BACK!!! OFF!!!

Kechizu: Yeah! Leave some for the rest of us! Yuuji and Choso: NO!

Kechizu: I thought you liked him, Oniichan!

Choso: Well yes, but… 

Sukuna: Don’t tell me your type is blonds…

Choso: I only like the one blonde…… Maybe a second one now, but–

Yuuji: CAN EVERYONE STOP HITTING ON NANAMIN?

And then Choso's episode!!:

Contrary to everyone else in the room, Eso's enjoying himself.

Eso: AND THEN HIT HIM WITH THE RIGHT HOOK! AND THEN SUPERNOVA HIM! AND THEN DIVERGENT FIST TO THE STOMACH! AND THEN SLICE HIM WITH A BLOOD BLADE! AND THEN--

By the middle-end area he quietens down out of respect for the... Mourners.

Choso, crying, can’t watch his fight scene: JUST REALISE!!! IT CAN’T BE THAT HARD!!! I HAVE A BLOOD TECHNIQUE!!!!!!!!

Sukuna: YUUJI! USE ME! WHIP! ME! OUT! YUUJI FOR FUCKS SAKES–! 

Kechizu: DON’T HIT HIM HE’S JUST A BABY!!!!!! YOUR BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eso, visibly disturbed: I think you should all step out for a minute...

As soon as he gets the sense that Nanami's about to die, he leaves.

Eso: I'm not watching that shit! Call me when Niisan gets back.

Kechizu

tries to cover the twins' eyes when there's violence

it doesn't work because, in the beginning, show!Sukuna IS the violence

Very vocally dislikes Gojo, always takes an issue with whatever he has to say or do.

Kechizu: 'ten seconds' what a creep. Sukuna'll teach him a lesson when he gets all his fingers back.

Kechizu: Executed??? What a pushover! If he's so powerful he should just kill the higher ups.

As soon as Kamo Noritoshi's name is said during the sexchange event arc, Kechizu is piping up

Kechizu: DAD???????

He's 100% convinced their father has been deaged and put into the Kyoto school

Cries when Eso dies, but is willing to watch the rest of the show because Yuuji and Sukuna are in it!

(lives to regret that^)

Interestingly enough, though, he enjoys the hidden inventory arc

cheers when Toji sells Megumi and kills Gojo, but when Kusozu Sukuna defends Geto, suddenly he has an issue with mr Fushiguro and 'see, Yuuji, this is why you need to break up with that boy'

when Sukuna starts killing people in Shibuya (indirectly after the first few kills since he's fighting Jogo), Kechizu spends 90% of the episode defending him

Kechizu: they should've just moved if they didn't want to get exterminated! What's stopping them?!

Sukuna: I'm saying!

Yuuji: THE BARRIER!

Chokes on his snacks when he sees the flashback to Kamo Noritoshi, points at the screen wildly and concocts the most batshit insane theory that Choso and Eso (who are no longer watching at this point) believe wholeheartedly

Kechizu: So you see, Dad must have a duplicate technique that requires a brainswap, and he's clearly split his consciousness between Kemo Noritoshi and Geto's body, and so he was the real mole this whole time. Ignore that puppet kid in the bath, he's a decoy.

Choso: I see

Eso: It's all coming together

Yuuji: ?????????????

Sukuna, lying: You're so right. I see it now. Are you sure you didn't write the show yourself, Keke Akusotami?

When Yuki pulls up he's the only brother other than Choso that's happy to see her

Kechizu: OH THANK FUCK! GET THEM YUKI!!!!!!!

Sukuna

Endlessly entertained by himself at first

His favourite line is Show!Sukuna's very first words: "WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? THE CHILDREN?!"

It took him 15 minutes to stop laughing and another 10 to actually process what else was going on in the show

During the prison episode he's still kind of amused when Show!Kuna just straight up kills Yuuji. The only things that irk him are:

Sukuna: I don't like how I'm lookin at Fushiguro right now.

Sukuna: 'show me something special' he doesn't have anything special

Sukuna: Why couldn't I have killed all three of them??

Doesn't like Nanami. He doesn't hate him or anything, he just has no interest in him.

(Secretly, he's been holding a grudge ever since Nanami said he didn't acknowledge Yuuji as a sorcerer)

When Junpei dies, Sukuna feels kind of bad, but only because Kusozu Yuuji is crying so hard

Sukuna: I wouldn’t laugh like that if he died. Not in front of you. Probably in private. Maybe at the funeral. If you ran off crying. Or if you didn’t then I’d do it silently. This is just overkill, really. Ha, overkill. Get it? Cause he got killed… Over top of you. But yeah I wouldn’t laugh in your face, that's crazy. Like you are now. Cause your friend’s de–

Eso: Bro..

Kechizu: Sukuna-kun I think you made your point!!

After that he's less eager to see himself.

But he still insists Yuuji "whip him out" every time there's trouble. Like when he's being bullied by the Tokyo school for coming back from the dead; fighting Todo, Hanami, making eye contact with Gojo-- all worthy of the wrath of the king of curses

When the death painting arc starts::

Eso: Oooooooou we’re gonna fight, Yuu-chan! Money’s on me, this protag’s been winning too many fights lately

Kechizu: His friend literally just died. And Todo beat him up.

Eso: Still, in the end everything was fine. I’m sure once Yuuji uses his ‘I’m your brother’ cursed technique, we’ll stop fighting and everything will be A-OK!

Sukuna: Yuuji should use my cursed technique to put you down like the dog you are

Eso: Your reputation couldn’t handle how hard I’d whoop your ass

But by the time the arc is ending, Sukuna is getting a liiiiitle, small, tiny, teensy bit sad. Mostly because Kechizu is bawling his eyes out.

Sticks around for the next arc! All the Kusozu brothers leave after the first five minutes, unwilling to watch anymore, leaving only Sukuna and Yuuji. But first::

Choso: Why do we have to see this irrelevant’s lifestory? (Gojo’s)

Eso: This perv again..

Kechizu: I hope his boyfriend dies. 

Sukuna: That’s dark. Not me. That’s sensei right there. I hope his girl friend dies. 

Yuuji: She doesn’t die you idiot she’s literally in season 1

Sukuna: And season 1 comes before season 2, I’m not the idiot here. 

Yuuji:

Hidden Inventory becomes Sukuna's favourite arc pretty quickly! It only loses its spot when Megumi appears at the end

Eso: GET HIM TOJI!!! YES!!!!!!!

Yuuji: You guys are just doing it to irritate me at this point, ‘cause there’s no way you hate him this much

Kechizu: HE DID IT!!!! HE KILLED HIM!!!!!!

Yuuji: You know he comes back, right??

Sukuna: SHUT UP BUZZKILL WE’RE TRYING TO SAVOUR THE MOMENT!

Yuuji: Choso-nii why are you pausing…

Choso: (takes a picture of Gojo’s ‘dead’ body)

Yuuji:

Hates the filler ep, wants to get back to the killing people part, that was his favourite

He's excited for the Shibuya incident, so much so that he almost doesn't notice he hasn't spoken a single word all season

He's hurling abuse at the TV during the choso vs yuuji ep, but then again he's hurling abuse at the TV no matter what episode is playing

He's convinced that if Show!Yuuji just gives him control, everything will be fine!

(He's wrong. He's so deeply wrong.)

Has the time of his life during the Sukuna takeover eps

Actually giggled (half of it was out of shock!) when Nanako and Mimiko got killed (HE WOULD! I'M SORRY BUT HE WOULD!!

Does a victory lap around the room during the Jogo fight

Sukuna: GET HIM! SLICE HIM AGAIN! FUCK THE DOCOMO TOWER! FUCK THOSE CARS! THAT'S WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT!!!!!! NOW HIT HIM WITH THE-- what the fuck-- WHAT THE FUCK! FUUGA?!?!?! FUUGA!!!!!!!!

Sukuna: Why am I saving Fushiguro again? He's the one who decided to kill himself, how is that my problem??

He only calms down a bit once Show!Yuuji comes back and has a breakdown.

Pretends to be totally unaffected but secretly presses his knee to Yuuji's

Sukuna: all that and I still didn't get Kenjaku? Really?

Yuuji: Who's Kenjaku???

Sukuna, who got bored after his eps and looked up spoilers to pass the time: ...........

[rahuratna]

The transformation of Nanami Kento, Part 3

In which Nanami-pom gets fed well and manages to avoid being squished.

By the time the boys returned, Nanami-pom had settled himself comfortably at the table in preparation for his food. Mealtime was an important and carefully observed ritual for him in human form, one of his simple pleasures. Nobara had procured a side plate and napkin for him, with a tiny, patterned rice bowl placed to the side for his drink.

Megumi deconstructed the sandwich and cut the bread, cheese and cold meat slices into smaller pieces while Yuuji warmed some milk in the microwave and added a few drops of honey from Ijichi's personal stash. Nanami-pom waited patiently, even though his stomach had signaled great hunger earlier.

When everything was ready, he tucked in with solemn appreciation, slowly feeling his way around the use of his new body. It was obvious that the paws were more deft than those of the average pup and that he was able to grip objects. He managed to pick up and eat the sandwich components, which he chewed with relish. The pads of his paws slipped on the smooth porcelain of the rice bowl, however, and he resorted to lapping straight out of it as it stood on the table.

When he was done, Yuuji offered him a biscuit to eat with the remainder of his milk, which he graciously accepted. Nanami was known, among those close to him, to be partial to a small, after-dinner treat and coffee.

While the students helped themselves to their own purchased lunch, Ijichi returned, phone clamped between shoulder and ear, balancing a stack of folders in his arms. They caught the tail-end of his conversation.

"Yes. Yes, that's right. The order came through our branch here at Jujutsu Tech. Yes, it's been approved. The team? I see. But what about a senior sorcerer? All right, please get back to me as soon as you get confirmation on that."

He dumped the folders on the desk and glanced over at Nanami-pom who seemed to be dozing comfortably on top of a cushion on the sofa in the corner. Ijichi lowered his voice.

"He's handling this remarkably well, isn't he? If it were me ... "

Nobara nodded, but Yuuji looked downcast once again.

"That's just Nanamin. Even in the worst situations, he's all calm and strong. But I ... sometimes I don't know what he's thinking. What if he's really worried on the inside and just not showing it? You know. So he won't make me feel bad for what happened."

Megumi tsked.

"Stop moping. It's not gonna do much for Nanami, is it? Whatever happens, we're all on board and we'll help. That curse user sounds tricky, but not too powerful. Now that we're prepared for how his abilities work, we won't be caught off guard."

Yuuji nodded, perking up a little. Offering a smile, Ijichi checked his phone as a message alert lit up his screen.

"Oh, the team handling this case has been picked. It'll be you three and one of our qualified Grade 2 sorcerers, Takuma Ino.  He specifically asked to be assigned to this case once he heard the details. Also, one senior sorcerer."

Yuuji looked slightly puzzled.

"Takuma? Don't think I've met him before."

"I have." Megumi folded his arms. "He's fast, strong. Competent. He's worked with Nanami on cases before. That's probably why he's keen on this."

"Oh?"

Yuuji looked excited at this news, but Nobara was frowning.

"Wait, senior sorcerer? They normally hang us out to dry with these tricky cases, so why the sudden caution? And who's the sorcerer?"

Ijichi checked his phone and shook his head.

"It doesn't say. But normally, they'd be assigned through personal request. Maybe it's someone else who knows Nanami - "

At that moment a loud, very familiar voice echoed down the corridor outside.

"Naaaa Naaaaa miiiiiii. Where, oh where are you? Is he in here? Hey, hey, Shoko, where is he? When I heard, I just had to drop everything and come over. Oi, oi, where's he hiding? NAAAAA NAAAA MIIIII."

The three students stopped eating, chopsticks slipping from Megumi's fingers to clatter noisily on the floor. Ijichi's grip on his phone had turned white-knuckled. They all looked over toward the corner, where Nanami-pom had been sleeping peacefully. The transformed sorcerer was now sitting upright, eyes fixed on the door, tension in every line of his small form. His ears flicked in distress and he looked over at the students, a mute appeal in his stoic gaze. Rising to the occasion, Nobara stood and strode over to him.

"Don't worry, Nanami. We won't let him do whatever he wants. We know how to handle him."

Yuuji sprang up and waved his hands.

"Yeah, don't panic. It's just Gojo. What could he possibly -"

The door slammed open and the tall form of Gojo loomed over the occupants of the room. Even though it was futile, the students and Ijichi formed a stalwart barricade around Nanami. A roguish pose held them all prisoner as the man in the doorway edged up the corner of his blindfold, an almost predatory grin spreading across his face.

"Well now. Look at this little gathering. All of my cute students and the not-so-cute Ijichi. But my, my, what could you all be hiding behind you? Yuuji, be a good boy and move aside."

Yuuji shot him an anguished look.

"Please don't annoy him. He's had a rough day, okay? And it's all my fault he's like this. Don't make everything worse."

Gojo sauntered in, closing the door with finality behind him. His expression morphed to one of indignation.

"What? Who said I'd make everything worse? I just heard that he'd been transformed into a - "

His words cut off abruptly as a diminutive, yellow form pushed forward, past the legs of the students. Standing straight and confident, Nanami-pom rose to his full height, which was halfway up the length of Gojo's shin, and shot the special-grade sorcerer a calm, but challenging glance. His short arms folded across his front in a familiar gesture. Gojo's mouth hung open for a full minute before he collapsed to his knees, propping himself on his elbows until his eyes were on level with Nanami-pom's. He lifted his blindfold and the profound delight reflected in his glowing gaze almost blinded everyone in the room.

"You ... oh, this is ... he made you Pompompurin?"

Gojo rolled over onto his back and promptly lost control, body heaving breathlessly with laughter.

"Oh, oh, this is too ... Nanami, you're so... I can't ... I'm gonna die - HURGH"

The hysterical laughter cut off with a loud squawk as Nanami-pom's temper got the better of him and his small, very sharp teeth latched firmly onto Gojo's ear.

"Ow! Ow! Get off! Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I -"

The students watched in surprise as Nanami-pom held on like a piranha with its last meal, his little paws jabbing repeatedly and painfully up Gojo's nostrils.

"Ge - get him off - aaargk - okay, stop I'll -"

When they finally separated (Ijichi trying and failing to conceal his grin when he spotted the row of tiny punctures that decorated his senior's ear) Gojo had the grace to look contrite.

"Fine, fine. No more making fun of Nanamin. Got it. But, but, please let me just -"

His hand shot out and he tickled Nanami-pom's snout before emitting a squeal so high-pitched he could have knocked a fruit bat off-course.

"Wow. So soft. But we can cuddle later. For now ... " He rose and caught Ijichi's eye, "We'll find the curse user who did this. Any leads yet?"

"They've narrowed down the area he could be hiding to an old amusement park. Our windows are monitoring the area as we speak and reporting back on any suspicious activity. In the meantime, we're just waiting for Takuma to arrive and complete the team. He was very insistent on helping out."

At the mention of Ino, Nanami-pom's disgruntled expression relaxed and his ears lifted slightly in recognition and pleasure. The door opened once again and Ieiri looked in, eyes tracking over the occupants of the crowded office until it landed on Nanami-pom.

"So, I've been running some tests on samples I took from Nanami earlier. I've found something. Bring him over to the examination room."

Exchanging glances, the students hurried out of the room, Nanami-pom evading Gojo's grasp once again as he scampered nimbly up the back of Yuuji's jacket and hung onto the red hood.

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well Part 3/?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

CW: Just putting this here that I'm rating this fic for M, for violence and (in later chapters, when they're adults, smut.)

"You said they hit her?" Suguru asked incredulously.

He was leaning back in his seat, arm draped over the side of the bench. The gym was flooded with lazy afternoon sunlight that made the wooden floors glow warmly.

"I almost got caught eavesdropping, but I heard Mashamichi telling them to stop," Shoko said quietly.

Beside Suguru, Satoru bristled in his seat like an angry cat. He stood abruptly. Suguru grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"Calm down. Confronting them may make it worse for her," Suguru said.

"Can't we call her parents, at least? We can't just let them abuse her like that!" Satoru argued.

"Her parents are just nobodies from Nagano," Shoko said, "Its not like she has a clan to protect her."

"Well, she has us now," Satoru huffed, standing back up.

Suguru hid his smile and stood along with him, following his friend across the gym. It was rare to see Satoru seriously upset, and even rarer to see him angry. Suguru threw his arm over his shoulder and pulled him close.

"Seriously, chill. If you go off on a rampage I'll have to join you," he said.

Satoru snorted at that. "Guess you'll just have to join me, then."

--

Miho was sitting up in the infirmary bed when Suguru poked his head through the door. In all of the excitement of that day, he hadn't actually gotten a good look at her. Her long, straight dark hair fell to her elbows, bangs nearly long enough to fall into her dark green eyes. Her bandaged hands were gripping the blanket tightly. She watched the window intently, clearly deep in thought. He raised his hand to knock, but instead could only continue watching her. She really was cuter in person, as Satoru had joked the day after her rescue.

She's cute, I guess, Satoru had said, shrugging. If you like shy girls.

With the sun from the window on her face, Suguru thought she was actually quite pretty. He blinked out of his trance, heat creeping up the back of his neck as he knocked.

Miho jumped a little, turning to him. Her mouth dropped open a little, surprised.

"Tsukiyomi," he said, realizing too late that he couldn't just stand in the doorway, "We just wanted to check in on you."

"That's...very sweet of you." She looked down at her hands, biting her cheek. She really is shy.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. You don't have to stand in the doorway. You can come in. If you want."

"You heard her, Suguru, don't hog the door," Satoru whined loudly, squeezing in between the doorframe and Suguru.

Suguru fought the urge to push him back out, just for funsies. He really had horrible timing. Satoru waltzed over and bent down to see her face, moving so close she had to move her head back to keep from bumping noses. He tilted his head down so he could look at Miho over his sunglasses with glowing eyes.

"Hey, you look great! Hope they're treating you good. They are, aren't they?"

"Um..." Miho began, clearly overwhelmed by his invasion of personal space.

"Shoko told us you don't have any friends, so we're here to cheer you up!"

Suguru couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. "Don't be rude!"

"Here, give me your phone- oh wait, Suguru, look at this!" Satoru held up her blue flip phone so he could see. A little star charm dangled off the corner. "It's the latest model!"

Satoru opened the phone and began typing in numbers, mumbling to himself. "Okay, that's mine, and Suguru's... you'll probably need Shoko's too. Man, you have, like, no contacts. I'll put Nanamin's in here too, oh and..."

Miho just stared up at him in wonder, her mouth half open. She blinked rapidly as he began telling her about their usual hang out spots.

"I- I can't leave the library," she said, defeated.

Satoru frowned. "So? We'll just come hang out with you."

Suguru leaned over to smile at her. "If that's alright, of course."

Her slow smile made his heart race. "...I'd like that." Her smile faded suddenly, replaced by a serious look. "Thank you, both of you. For keeping me from..."

"Don't mention it. Although," Satoru began, handing her the cellphone, "You should be more careful."

"...I really appreciate both of you," Miho looked between them, clutching her cellphone in both hands.

The nurse came in, in part because Satoru was being too loud. She ushered them out, saying something about Miho needing to rest. Suguru turned to look at her one last time over his shoulder. Miho was looking at her cellphone, smiling softly. She caught his stare, her smile growing shyly. Suguru felt himself grinning and he quickly turned away, hoping the dim hallway was dark enough to hide his heated face from Satoru.

[lovehypegirl]

AUTUMN IN NEW YORK

synopsis: You're a first year at Jujutsu Tech and your mentor is Nanami Kento. You try to get the man to open up a little after a visit to the bakery and record store information: reader's technique uses firearms pairing: platonic!nanami x platonic!gn!reader WC: 958 warnings.ᐟ : none

Gojo had assigned Nanami to be your mentor in attempt to get Nanami to work more with the students

Honesty, he thought that you and Nanami were somewhat similar, calm and collected but slightly classy

I mean, even your uniform looked like what he wore. Your uniform was a dress shirt, suspenders, shoulder holsters for you handguns, dress pants, and Louboutin dress shoes (that you had bought with Gojo's card)

You had just finished up your mission at an abandoned warehouse and as the multitude of curses faded away after exorcism, you placed your sniper rifle in your case and your handheld gun in your shoulder holster. Closing the clasps on your rifle case you stood up holding the case and adjusting the shoulder holster.

Nanami stood to the side wiping his hands on a handkerchief of any blood that the curses spewed

"Nanamin!" you called out "are you ready to leave? We've cleared the area of any curses"

"Yes. We're leaving now" he answered shortly as he turned around. He placed his cursed tool on the back of his shoulder holster

You followed after him carrying your rifle case out of the dark warehouse

Nanami walked on the street side of the sidewalk and you walked on the building side

You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the light

"It's sunset already" you stared up at the sun with a smile "how pretty" you walked next to Nanami as you looked at how the golden glow rested on buildings

You turned to a window that so happened to be a bakery and you saw how the sunset softened your features and how Nanami's sharp features were highlighted by the sunlight in certain places

"Do you wish to go in there?" His deep voice asked, snapping you out of your thoughts

"Oh um...I don't wish to trouble you" you turned away from the bakery

"No matter, If your hungry then we can eat...you had a harsh mission today so it's best if you ate" he opened the door to the bakery with a ding!

You followed after him unsure of what to say

The girl at the counter greeted in a cheery manner

"Hello! You're back again!" she smiled (IT'S THE BAKERY GIRL FROM THE MANGA!!)

"Pick what you want" he looked over at you

You hesitated slightly unsure of letting your mentor spend his money on you

"I told you, it's no matter" he placed a hand on your shoulder "Pick what you want"

"Uhm...okay then...(favorite food)"

"Let's get that for her and...a danish for me"

"The usual then huh? Who'd you bring with you?"

"She's my pupil as of 2 months ago"

"Wow! I'm sure you're a great teacher" she smiled at you and you smiled back

"He is" you grinned as he paid for your food

He walked out of the store with you by his side taking your rifle case from your hand as he handed you the food he bought for you

You felt slight relief as you finished your food, you were really hungry but didn't want to bother him for food

You looked to the side as you crossed the street spotting a record store

Throwing out the wrapper for your food as you reached the other side of the street

"I can carry my rifle now, and you can head on back to the school. I wanna stop here for a bit I wanna buy something" you pointed to the record store

"Don't worry about it I'll go with you"

"But our mission is over..."

"The mission doesn't end until we reach the school safely. It's also getting dark soon and you shouldn't be out alone in the dark"

He placed a hand on your back and guided you into the store

The record store held a nice ambiance, Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald's Autumn In New York played in the background on a record

A young woman with short red hair sat behind the counter shuffling through records

"Oh, y/n! You're back"

"Yea, do you have any new Dean Martin or Frank Sinatra?"

"Yeah, we just got Songs For Swingin' Lovers a few days ago. Should be in the back. A couple of Sade came in as well!"

"Thanks!" you called as you walked towards the section she pointed to

"Do you come here often?" Nanami asked

"I do! I really like vinyl...y'see I collect 'em. I think my first was a Beatles record...I got it for Christmas when I was...seven? Eight? I dunno, but I also got a record player the next year, so I started collecting" you rambled on as you went through the Jazz C-D box looking for a Dean Martin record that you could add to your collection

"You collect them hm?"

"Yeah! I wanna own every album from every one of my favorites one day"

"...Who are your favorites?" Nanami had begun to go through a Crooners Classics G-H box

"Oh gosh, well I love Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Louis Armstrong, ect. The classics y'know? I really like jazz...but lately, I've been into Neo-Soul...I'm thinking that this summer can be the Neo-Soul Summer 'cause during the winter I listened to a lot of Jazz...." you trained off "...uhm...am I talking too much?"

"Don't worry about it"

You nodded slightly with a small smile "Okay um...have you listened to Sade before?" you walked over to the section where Sade's records were located

"I have not" he turned towards you as you shuffled through a box

"Here we go..." you pulled out a record and handed it to him

"This one is Diamond Life released in 1984 it's uh...nine songs...one of my favorite albums"

"Mhm.." he turned the record over and read the list of songs

"My favorite time to listen to Sade is in the evening...it really fits the atmosphere...and here we go!" you picked up the Frank Sinatra record to buy for yourself

"'Kay...I'm gonna get this one...do you wanna get that record?"

He nodded slowly "Yes, why not"

"Great!" you took the record from him

"I'll get them this time since you covered our food"

"y/n I am--"

"--my mentor I know. But this is my thank you for being a really good mentor to me. Uhm...you keep me...down to Earth in a way? It's nice having a level-headed mentor...in comparison to Gojo...who's head seem to be everywhere but his neck!" you walked to the counter and placed the records on the counter and paid for them

When you exited the store with Nanami you handed him the record

"Here you go Nanamin!" You handed him the Sade record "I hope you enjoy it!"

"Thank you, y/n" he accepted the record you handed to him "you didn't have to do that, you know"

"Oh I know! But like I said, I'm thankful for having a mentor who's head is screwed on straight" you smiled as you talked to him

He huffed out a small laugh at your statement

"While we're on the topic of thanks, I've been meaning to thank you properly for the sourdough starter. I wasn't expecting it as a gift but it was a wonderful one. How did you know?"

"Gojo-sensei runs his mouth a lot"

"That he does"

"My mom also likes bread and...she has a starter to she taught me how to make one. I think that people who like bread should make their own! 'Cause then, they can have it whenever they want. Plus it's nice to smell the bread you make when I wake up on Sunday"

He smiled "I'm glad. You mentioned your first record was the Beatles, yes? How did you go from that to Jazz?"

"Wellll the Beatles is considered Madchester which really isn't my type of music so! I began experimenting and found Jazz! My parents took me to a Jazz club and I swear I spiraled from there! I even began to learn the saxophone!"

"The saxophone you say?"

"Yeah! Sometimes I play at night since it's the only thing keeping me sane at this point...curse-killing really puts a strain on the physical body and practicing an instrument helps...it really does"

"You're the one playing at night..."

"...you can hear it..? I thought you didn't stay on campus?"

"I had to stay late one night to file a mission report that I had been holding off on"

"Well, I hope it wasn't a bother..."

"Of course not, Desmond Blue by Paul Desmond is never a bother"

"Oh you knew the song!"

"You play quite well it's easy to recognize"

"Thank's Nanamin!" you smiled up at him

He returned your smile slightly and pat your back as you both walked back to Jujutsu Tech

"Now, tell me more about the songs you know..."

You shared anecdotes about your favorite songs and artists, from the soulful melodies of Sade to the timeless classics of Frank Sinatra. Nanami listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with his own insights or questions, demonstrating a genuine curiosity about your musical tastes.

As you approached the school grounds, you realized how much you appreciated these moments of camaraderie with your mentor. Despite his initial stoicism, Nanami had proven to be a supportive and understanding presence in your life as a Jujutsu sorcerer.

As the conversation wound down, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected bond you shared over music. It was a reminder that even in the midst of darkness and danger, there were moments of connection and joy to be found.

With a sense of contentment, you and Nanami entered the school grounds, ready to continue your journey together as mentor and pupil. And as the evening descended, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you had a steadfast ally by your side

© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[k-martins]

Seventh episode aired, jujutsu nation! This is where Shibuya really starts!

_ To begin with, I really liked how they did the battle of Kokichi X Mahito. The movements and angles are much better than the first season. The neons from those laser beams were really cool too (reminds me of the shooting stars scene from Howl's Moving Castle).

_ My favorite scene from this fight was seeing Mahito changing his form to that of different animals while running away from Mechamaru, how fluid and natural it looked. Seeing him as a rabbit reminded me of what we're about to see in the anime with regards to Yuji. A really fun scene :D (Also nice to know GG agrees with me lol)

_ With this fight, I realized that there is a pattern in how GG conducts his fights. It builds a sense of assured victory over one side before a twist comes in and brutally destroys. In the first season we saw that special grade cursed spirit overcome Itadori before Sukuna appeared. We later saw a kindred spirit mistreat Megumi before he opened a Domain expansion. With Hanami it was the same. Now, in Shibuya, we will see Satoru very close to defeating the spirits before Kenjaku appears and defeats him. The same with Mahito X Itadori. Even the Yoruzo X Sukuna battle was like that from what I remember. Now, Kokichi thought he had beaten Mahito and was so confident that he could face Kenjaku, then die. This is just an observation, but given the current arc of the manga, I don't doubt that GG will follow the same pattern.

_ One sentence: THIS IS NOT MY SUGURU!!!!!!

_ Miwa is too adorable for this world! I feel like she is our Itadori in Kyoto. It's so sad to know that Kokichi just wanted to stay close to his friends and colleagues, live a normal life, and in the end end up dying. And her death was so brutal and sad… My throat choked when I saw that snippet of Miwa and Mechamaru and her so excited to visit him. The world did not deserve their love.

_ AHHH, SHIBUYA HAS ARRIVED!!!!! I loved that we have a female narrator. I don't know if they're going to keep it in my language or if it's going to be Ijichi narrating again, so we'll see. But I quite liked it. The extended scenes are also excellent! _ An addendum: These extras that appeared are very beautiful, haha! I even found one dressed as Mahito and another as Ghostface. GG always inserting pop figures in his works, kskkskks (next week I want to see Gojo stomping on these people's heads like the idiot he is)

_ The teams are finally formed. I particularly like Ino, Megumi and Nanamin's relationship. I felt high vibes from a parent with their two cubs, with Ino being older and showing off for Megumi. Oh, and Nanami saying that Megumi is talented was sweet (it reminded me of this fanfic here, which is an emotional weight more than the canon proposes).

_ The Zenin + Nobara team is not bad either. I know Naobito is a little shit, but I can't hate him after knowing that his favorite pastime is watching anime. And he looks really good twirling his sharp mustache. I'm excited to see how they adapt his ability, as it's literally taking frames. (Ah, I devoured that scene Nobamaki, Mappa, I can even forgive them for what they will do)

_ GOJO SATORU IS IN SHIBUYA!!!!!!! As far as I know the next episode will adapt his fight with the curses and Itadori X Grasshopper, so we'll probably have "Yo! Satoru" at the end as an impactful closing. I'm looking forward to seeing someone calling Yuji smart! He deserves it after an entire season of being declared "dumb."

Well, next week we won't have a manga chapter, which makes me worried. If I'm right and chapter 8 ends with Kenjaku appearing, Gojo's sealing will be in chapter 9. By the evil mind of GG, he's probably up to something with this. Perhaps Sukuna delivering one last, fatal blow to Satoru? Maybe Kenjaku showing up? I can't say, but it worries me…

[thehighpriestess1]

Priestess AHAHHA babes your fics are love i swear, the way you make me ride a rollercoaster through your writing 😭🥺

I remember reading sdf and oh boy oh boy...i was praying every chapter like i don't even know what I was praying for !!

Sdf was really awesome...the gojo that makes me wanna punch him but also love him alot... priestess they were college sweethearts and you really made them go thro 💔

But bless you for the way there relationship progressed!! Ik sttuborn gojo who wanted to stay with us was annoying but ngl i was crying happy tears and was totally rooting for him and us as endgame...the miscarriage broke me tho, i seriously have to sit for 5 min to take in what just happened!!

And the trauma we had and all was really heartbreaking but the way you wrote a protective Satoru makes my heart 💞💞

The proposal, the family, the baby Alice were all soooo cute 🥺 Also I'm loving the small fics you write related to sdf...i wonder hows the interaction between gojo's and nanami's would be 🤭

Also shoko and geto were soo cute...i was oh so much rooting for them!! I still believe that the only smartasses from sdf were toji and geto...cause they really saved our ass thro this 🩷🩷

Onto August

Aahhh ok the possessive gojo is soo 🫦

I SWEAR I'll write an essay on it so I'll just say how wonderful it was...the jeolousy, feral gojo and all but my baby's gojo trauma priestess 😭😭 do u know how bad i wanted to hug him like... squeeze him 😭

And now we're back and he's all soo happy with the baby....

THE BABYYYY AAHJHH I SWEAR KEISUKE IS SOKBBBBBB 🐥🥺💞💕

Also i don't know what's gonna happen next but just know, your writing is awesome awesome awesome...i love you sooooo much for giving us sdf and august 🥺💖

Sorry for the long ass essay lol...i can't hold back complementing something i like sooo much not to mention to deserve it ❤️

SDF was my first long fic and it'll always have a special place in my heart. I cried writing so many scenes for that one 😂

Interaction between Gojo and Nanamin SDF will be VERY tensed. But both of them will keep their behaviour in check for y/n. Gojo will probably pout a lot afterwards and get super clingy but that's Gojo.

Give me all your August or SDF or any essays! I will read it then I will giggle and then I will read it again!!!!

You are going to pray for Gojo so hard in the next part but also get so mad at him OMG I can't wait to finish it and see how you react!! 🫣🫣

Thank you for reading my work and appreciating it. It keeps me going 💖💖💖

[poohbea]

the time has come. ship. your. moooots!

ayye my tuuurn, didn't think my time would come so soon *dramatic gasp* ─ now unfortunately i couldn't put all my moots but i tried to fit as many of you as possible, mwah enjoy 🤎

@festive ─ kita shinsuke ☆ now even though im not an hq fan, i do pay enough attention to know how much you love kita hahaha

@okhotel ─ toji fushiguro ☆ toji's baby fr, it would be an insult to ship you with anyone else, also toji would murder me if i shared you with someone else... yes he's holding a gun to my head as i type this... yes please send help

@kazuwhora ─ kazutora ☆ how could i not, you're the designated tora blog KC hahaha, anything and everything tora i think of you

@sinssoul ─ aki hayakawa ☆ he's your beloved, you sin are the only thing i associate with him now

@dejwrites ─ shunsui kyoraku ☆ now we all knew i couldn't pair you with anyone other than shunsui, it would be criminal

@satorhime ─ gojo satoru ☆ you're my gojo girl fr, it was either him or maki since that's your girl atm hehe

@sailewhoremoon ─ sasuke uchiha ☆ the one and only man for sosa, other than maybe eddie (mayyybeeee) sasuke is your man period

@heartsfrommars (wifey) ─ me (obviously) ☆ do i even have to explain myself? but if we're being serious then i'd ship you with draken ☆, i just know he'd treat my baby right

@hellavile ─ eren yeager ☆ you're forever the og eren gyal in my eyes, mocha and eren is the otp, the power couple we all need in our lives

@eiflawriting ─ kento nanami ☆ you're nanami's wife, that is who you are to me. oh eilfa? yeah she's nanamin's wifey, oh nanami? yeah that's my girl eifla's hubby, please don't touch

@lawscorazon ─ trafalgar d. water law ☆ your life partnerrrr, who else would i trust with your heart and to beat that coochie right? no one, that's who

@koucaine ─ chrollo lucilfer ☆ i love to see you talk about your mans on discord, we love to see lumi gushing over her mans

@yoshimurah ─ tyki mikk ☆ the undethroneable, number one psycho and owner of that pussy

@maydayaisha ─ draken ☆ it was either him or south but you'll always be draken's black thottie to me and that is where you shall stay

@blueparadis ─ ran haitani ☆ i just know this ship is bomb, that this is the couple we need in our lives, I JUST KNOW IT

@snake-titan ─ jean kirstein ☆ something about jean that makes me think of you, probably your car dealer fic and i just know jean would treat you like a princess (as he should)

@venusflytrapstar ─ eren yeager ☆ he is how i've come to know you, your bimbo fics with him have made me biased, he's your meanie boyfie

@oxygenstarrved ─ reiner braun ☆ this is your baby, your teddy bear, your one and only, i can only ship him with you fr you really complete each other

@thetempleofnyx ─ kiyoomi sakusa ☆ those curls and those eyes, he's your sweetheart and you are his, a ship i will always support

@m9rcury ─ iwaizumi hajime me ☆ this is your soulmate right here, i wanna see more beach date pics asap. ahem im obviously better than that man, so choose me, love me, run away and rule the galaxy with me

@getoswhore ─ geto suguru ☆ this was a no brainer we know there's only one man for bella and that's sugu

[arminsumi]

★ Nanami Kento is on a dating app

★ Pairings : fem reader / Nanami Kento

★ Synopsis : Gojo and his students make Nanami a dating profile without him knowing. And he passes on all the profiles except yours, which catches his interest. So the two of you go on a dinner date and hit it off.

★ Content : fluff, humor

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smutty/suggestive, light angst

"Okay, what else can we add?" Yuji asked.

"He's friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru." Gojo said, peering into the phone.

"—Friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru. Okay. Got it. How tall is Nanamin again? Gotta have height, it's important."

Gojo thought for a moment, "Six and a half feet."

"Okay! Aaand voilà; Nanami Kento is now online." Yuji finished up Nanami's profile.

Yuji and Gojo high-fived to celebrate their efforts.

Megumi looked up from his own phone, "He's gonna kill the both of you once he finds out about this. You know he's allergic to his phone."

"Hush, Megumi, you helped us commit this crime. You added the "bad at texting" part didn't you?" Gojo said.

"What — you added that!? I was just stating a fact, you idiots!" Megumi cringed.

What was the meaning of this? Well.

Yuji, Megumi and Gojo were worried about Nanami's recent gloom. He'd just called it quits with his wife a year ago, and only now was he really starting to feel the impact of heartbreak. Though he remained pretty stoic about it, Gojo picked up on his gloominess.

They decided that he needed to start dating again, to get out into the world and meet potential soulmates, so that maybe he could realize there are plenty of fish in the sea. Of course, none of them had been married. They didn't really understand that he couldn't just "go out and try again" after being married to someone for 5 years.

Gojo had come up with the idea of secretly making Nanami a profile on a dating app.

Oh boy, when Nanami found out...

"Satoru what the fu—"

"—You have sooo many requests just look through 'em at least! Promise me you'll go on at least one date, okay? ATTA BOY!"

"You're seriously annoying." Nanami sighed.

So he looked through the profiles of people who sent him requests. He frowned so intensely that frown lines formed on his aging skin.

He kept deleting request after request, barely paying more than two seconds of interest to the icons let alone the profiles. Nanami was thinking judgmentally about each profile.

Then his thumb stopped moving. He stared and paid attention to your icon when it showed up.

He read your profile.

YOU

Bio : I like reading. Dilf-enjoyer. Need a beach vacation that lasts the rest of my life. 🥲 My friends forced me to make a profile.

Then he looked at your profile icon closer, zooming in on your face. You weren't smiling in the picture.

Gojo peered over and opened his big mouth;

"Ah, not her — she looks like a party pooper with that kinda frown."

A frown. He accepted your request. Gojo seemed totally confused.

Your phone buzzed.

🔔 LOVEHIVE

↳ NANAMI KENTO ACCEPTED YOUR REQUEST

↳ 1 NEW MESSAGE FROM NANAMI KENTO

Kento : Hello. How are you. Sorry about the weird profile description. My annoying friend Gojo and his students made this profile without my knowledge.

You scrunch your face in confusion and laugh. You've just finished your nightly routine and stroked lotion on your freshly shaven legs when you receive this message from Nanami.

He waits, tapping his foot on the cold kitchen floor as he drinks a glass of wine — languidly and sophisticatedly.

You : haha it's no problem. why did you accept my request?

Kento : I don't know. I liked the fact you were frowning in your profile picture. It resonated with me.

You : 😂 oh thanks. love that

Kento : What about you? Why did you send me a request?

You : your description was a perfect match so my friend sent the request.

Kento : Same friend who made you make this profile?

You : yeah 😭 to be fair tho... we do match. we're practically made for each other.

Kento : Yup. "Aspiring dilf" and "dilf-enjoyer". Legendary romance in the making.

You and Nanami kept talking... huh. Go figure.

An hour and a half went by without Nanami even realizing — he was texting, something he genuinely hated doing and only ever did out of necessity for work. And usually he ignored messages from friends, especially that idiot Gojo.

But Nanami wandered around his penthouse, texting you, chuckling to himself and smiling at your texts until his dimples and smile lines showed up.

You : alright then. see you tomorrow at 5:30 pm yes? you can cancel if you change your mind or don't feel well.

Kento : Yes sure. Same to you. Don't feel pressured.

You both said goodnights... but then talked a little more.

Then another hour later, Nanami finally got into bed.

He slipped into the silky, satin sheets after completing his nightly routine. His was a little different to yours — he had no interest in skincare so that part was entirely neglected. You'd talked to him about your routine.

Nanami thought as he stared at the ceiling; maybe she can introduce me to some magic products that take away these dark circles.

Usually when he falls asleep, he thinks about all the problems in his life and all the pending, imminent work that he has to complete the next day. Even if it was the weekend coming, or a holiday, nothing cured his need to work. Gojo called him a workaholic, but that wasn't entirely true. Deep down, Nanami really just needed that big vacation.

And the date with you was like a type of vacation.

Now, listen, when he first saw you standing there waiting for him in the slight drizzle, his gentleman guilt ate him up.

"I'm so sorry. The traffic wouldn't budge." he apologized immediately. "Get inside, you'll get sick."

This man was by far the biggest gentleman you'd ever met. Before even saying hello, he already showed care by steering you out of the rain.

You sat across from him, and easing into the conversation was awkward — because he tried to break the ice by asking you which books you enjoyed reading, and you replied honestly.

"I uh... so do you know this app?" you pulled out your phone, giggling, "I read on here. Usually smut."

"What's smut?" he asked.

You burst out laughing, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to tell this to someone you'd just met. He got your humor, although it confused him — what's smut? You didn't explain. He figured it out for himself.

Well, the ice was certainly broken.

The two of you talked over a bottle of wine. The night deepened. You felt a bit out of place in this fancy restaurant. No other men had taken you to such an exquisite place before.

"What music do you listen to?" you asked conversationally.

"Uh," he thought for a moment, "Lots of Billie Holiday. Does that make me sound like an old man?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Not at all." you replied.

"I just like relaxing to that music." he said.

"What else? Any music that isn't from the dinosaur age?" you asked.

There's a slightly flirty edge in your voice that he picks up on. He doesn't know what to do. He tries to sound flirty back.

"Hey now don't be rude... I'm still in my twenties."

"In your twenties... and you enjoy dinosaur music." you teased.

You pulled out his first smile of the night. His smile lines and subtle dimples showed up.

He got the hang of flirting. It had been a while, so it took some easing into. He hadn't been romantic since... well. You know.

"So, you're divorced?" you asked sensitively.

"Yeah. Have been for a year now." he nods.

He started circling his thumb on the rim of his wine glass. He couldn't meet your gaze — your eyes made him feel entranced.

"Do you mind if I pry?" you asked. "I just want to know why it didn't work out. I mean, personally, I'm scared of marriage and I don't think I'll ever tie the knot with anyone."

Nanami chuckled, "Scared of marriage? I understand. If I could offer you any advice for getting ready to marry... I'd say choose your men like you'd choose wine." he advised.

Then he continued, "Anyways, she cheated on me. I mean, I saw it coming and I could have ended it sooner so I don't know why I held on for so long and talked it out with her. I think I just wanted to believe that the one I loved wasn't a bad person. But she was."

"Oh. That's heavy. Are you doing okay?" you asked.

Nanami finally looked up at you and made lingering eye contact.

"Nothing wine can't fix — kidding. I'm doing my best. I mean, truthfully, if it weren't for my work to keep me busy I think I'd just sulk around the house in my slippers." he said.

"You shouldn't sulk in your slippers, you should sink your feet into sand." you said. "Get that vacation in Malaysia."

His mouth spread into a dimply smile at this.

"Well, if I go on vacation, I feel it would be right to bring you with. As attractive as you look with a frown, I'd like to see you smiling." he said.

Your cheeks warmed up. "Gee, I'd love to go on a vacation with you... but I've only just met you. What if you're a serial killer?"

He chuckled, "I work a nine to five job and listen to Billie Holiday. Does that spell "serial killer" to you?" he asked rhetorically.

"Maybe." you joked, "I'm sure lots of serial killers work nine to five jobs and listen to Billie Holiday."

He laughed again. You admired his dimples. Suddenly, you remembered something funny about his profile.

"So, what about that "aspiring dilf" part of your bio?" you asked humorously.

"Oh, are you intrigued by that?" he flirted, "I'm sure it was my friend Gojo who added that. I swear, I mentioned to him just once that I wanted to have a family, and he interpreted me as an... "aspiring dilf"."

Your lips curled into a smirking smile that made Nanami's stomach muscles tense up.

"Well if it counts, I like the process of baby making. Don't know about having a huge family, though." you said.

Nanami blinked and became completely flustered by what you had said. He was taking a sip of wine and nearly choked on it.

"Good to know." he replied. "Can't say I feel the same about the process of baby making, though."

"Why is that?" you asked.

You and Nanami talked about sex over dessert. He distractedly nibbled on his tiramisu.

"... my first times for everything were really awkward. Not bad. Just jarringly awkward. And then with my wife, she seemed a bit disappointed in me for not being sexually inclined. Probably part of the reason she went off with my co-worker, you know."

You listened to him, and he was thrilled to feel so at ease. It was just the first date and yet he could be so raw with you.

"Well, my first time was awful." you reminisced, then went on to talk about your first times.

Nanami nodded slowly, then spoke up, "Maybe you just needed a more experienced man to take care of you properly."

You squeezed your thighs together tighter and felt your skin flush hot.

"Maybe. Do you know a guy?" you joked flirtatiously.

Nanami smiled bashfully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be too forward there."

"Not at all. I'd love to try with an experienced man who knows how to treat me right." you murmured.

You leaned over the table, looking up into his eyes.

Nanami reciprocated your sultriness. His heart was beating faster, and he stopped eating his tiramisu.

"... how do you want to be treated?" he asked.

"... well, I'd love a strong gentleman to grab me by the hair... and give me his babies."

Nanami's breath hitched. He had a tent forming in his pants, his cock was squished against his inner thigh getting longer as it got harder.

"... I think I can do that." he replied breathlessly.

He felt a small shiver when you brought your hand up to his cheek to caress it. Just that small touch sparked so much inside him.

By the time he paid the bill, his boner was calming down. But when you said goodbye to him and caught your taxi, you did something that made his cock stiffen again.

You got on your tiptoes and planted an appreciative kiss on his dimple.

"Thank you for showing me a good time." you murmured into his ear.

He swallowed hard, "Of course... thank you for being good company."

"Mhm. Look forward to keeping you company again."

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[rithmeres]

in my workhating era :/

[halcyon-writings]

based on this prompt

i miss nanami that's it that's all i really wanted to write this for, there isn't specifically a spot for this in canon just go crazy ig

nav.

"they're staring again," and in a blink-or-you'll-miss-it instant, the corner of his mouth moves upward in a half smile, which he hides as he brings the cup of coffee to his lips.

you both stand apart from the kids, calling ichiji so that he would let the higher ups know that the mission was completed with great success. (a part of you did feel bad, with how set they were on getting rid of sukuna and by extent, that meant his vessel, yuji. but then you remembered how gung ho they were about killing a child, so you didn't feel so bad anymore).

because of this, that meant you noticed the three pairs of eyes focused on you both. (that and yuji was not being as quiet as he thought he was, especially if nobara had to elbow him harshly in the side before he quieted down.)

"you'd think they'd be more inconspicuous," he hums, dropping the finished cup in the garbage, "how's that plan of theirs going anyway?"

you perk up at that, beaming, "well according to megumi, we're very oblivious and so they're going to go for the classic, one of us trips only to be romantically caught by the other." this gets you an actual snort.

"what? i think they're getting quite creative!" you defend, but there's no real heat behind your voice, if anything, it was quite funny.

"now if only they were that dedicated to studies rather than our romantic lives."

"oh don't be a spoil sport, ken, or do you want to tell them we're married?" you wriggle your eyebrows with a half hearted smile.

this time he smiles wryly, "no, it's more fun this way."

you stare in surprise, before an equally surprised laugh leaves you, "you could have been an evil mastermind in another life, you know that?"

once again, kento hums, "i suppose, as long as you're by my side in that life too, then that's alright."

suddenly your face feels warm, and the wedding band hidden underneath your gloves weighs comfortably.

"never mind the mastermind bit, you flirt."

"i'm a flirt now?" clear amusement is in his voice.

and you harrumph, "yes a flirt!"

unbeknownst to the pair of you, you witness a trio of teenagers looking to another in panic, seeing your "argument" would have thrown an endless amount of wrenches in their plans to "Get Nanamin and _____ Together."

megumi looks at yuji and nobara unimpressed, before sending you a text to ask when the car would arrive and taking a long drink from his smoothie.

they could've just asked him anyway, he attended the wedding after all.

[hexpea]

Ch. 23 - An Exchange ⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

"I thought their flight had already come in..." you whined, slouching down on the sofa with Kento next to you. He was busy reading the paper while your brother slouched similarly across the way in his own seat, feet on the coffee table in front of him.

"They're late every time we host," Satoru sighed, rubbing his fingers on his eyes from underneath his blindfold. He was in his full teaching uniform - as expected for a school event - but you had chosen something more casual, opting for sunglasses instead of your own blindfold. You weren't a teacher anyways. "Nanamin..." he whined, desperate for entertainment. "Say something funny." Kento remained silent to Satoru's dismay. "Wait...got it! Let's talk about the separation of church and state while throwing rice balls at each other!"

"What the-?" You sat up a little straighter at his ridiculous suggestion.

"Do that yourself," Kento answered, un-phased by your brother's idiocy.

"Alright, yamanote line game with the places that Gojo Satoru loves! Everything!" He clapped his hands together happily as Kento adjusted the paper he was reading.

"Please keep that up. Itadori-kun needs that idiocy right now," Kento cleared his throat and turned the page.

"Does he know about the finger at Yoshino's house?" Satoru asked, lifting his blindfold up slightly.

"No, he'd just feel a needless responsibility," Kento answered quickly and seriously.

"I'm glad I left you in charge," Satoru returned the blindfold to its place and sighed happily. "So where is the finger?"

"I have it. You'd just feed it to him anyway," Kento folded up the paper and placed it on the coffee table.

Just as he did so, Yuji stormed into the room excitedly. "Sensei! Let's hurry to where everyone is!"

"Are you really just planning on showing up normally?" Satoru asked genuinely. Yuji blinked hard at his teacher.

"What?! What's wrong with that?" The boy asked loudly.

"You poor thing," you whispered under your breath to which Kento smirked.

"Even if you're an exorcist, it's not normal for your dead friend to show up again two months later. You gotta' do a...surprise."

"Oh no," you hid yourself by pulling up the collar of your sweatshirt.

"Surprise?" Yuji mumbled cluelessly.

"Leave it to me! The first years would cry laughing from the astonishment, the second years and folks from Kyoto would get caught up crying, too! Surely some will start vomiting! And in the end, global warming would be solved!" Your brother had sprung to his feet and began yelling at the top of his lungs. The room could barely contain the lanky son-of-a-bitch's body.

"Great!" Yuji immediately agreed. You could only hope it turn out as they'd like. Surprising the students with their dead friend didn't sound like Satoru's best idea.

"Come with me! We'll get you ready!" He began dragging Yuji by the wrist out of the room, leaving you and Kento to your own devices while still waiting for the Kyoto students and their administrators to arrive.

"Oh no," you started in a fake tone. Kento was now sitting with his legs crossed, staring at his phone. "We're completely alone. What are we gonna' do?" You rolled your body back onto the couch so your head fell onto his lap. He remained unmoving.

"Nothing, we're on campus," he reminded you. You pouted and snatched his phone from his hands. "Y/N!" He reprimanded you, grabbing his phone again and sliding it into his inner jacket pocket.

"C'mon, Nanamin," you whined, bringing your hands upward to cup his sharp jaw. He looked down at you in contemplation. "No one's gonna' come in."

"No, Y/N," he yanked his chin away from you.

You then sat up after pouting some more. The boredom of waiting for so long had seeped far into your bones.  This time you forced yourself onto him, forcing his legs flat as you straddled him on the stiff couch. He rolled his eyes with a deep sigh as you grabbed his cheeks once more and playfully pressed your lips to his.

"Rules are meant to be broken, you know?" You whispered in his ear with a smile, tip of your tongue coming out and tracing his outer lobe. You felt his body slightly stiffen and tremble from your light touch. "Seems like you're responsive to that," you happily snickered before doing it again, Kento's hands flying to your hips - fingertips gripping hard as your soft breaths traveled down his neck.

You liked that he kept his hair short compared to the long look you knew from high school. The strands stayed in place as you pressed your tongue against the heat of his neck. You felt the goosebumps on his skin as you closed your lips around the flesh.  One of your hands cradled the side of his head to keep it in place as you nibbled away, small bites likely leaving cute, pink marks against his skin.

"C'mon, Nanami," you begged in a whisper while continuing against his neck, hips now joining in gyrating against his - already feeling the growing length from under his slacks. "I feel that...I'm not stupid."

He refused to answer. All you could hear were his deep, rapid breaths to try and stay sane despite the tingling and growing sensation in his pants. His grip on your hips intensified but not stiff enough for your to stop your movements.

"I guess I'm just going to have to keep the lead," you sighed seductively before pulling your body from his and falling to your knees in front of him. He looked absolutely flustered seeing you between his legs in an openly public place.

Your interest was sparked when your eyes traveled to his zipper. A clear wet mark favoring the right side of his leg, just at the tip of the hardened bulge waiting to be released. You looked up at him with a coy smirk knowing exactly what that was. Kento simply responded with pink cheeks and a hand rubbing his brow to hide his eyes as you began to undo his pants.

"Looks like you need taken care of," you smirked up at him while grasping his now exposed cock that you had popped through the opening of his underwear.  The poor thing looked painful: throbbing and red, just desperate for attention. You couldn't help but press the flat of your tongue against the slit, using the curve of the muscle to lap up what precum beaded at the tip.

"Oh god..." Kento whispered, swallowing heavily and balling his hands into fists - one tight on the armrest of the sofa and the other flat beside him.

At a painfully slow pace, you let the rest of your mouth engulf his length - pulling him as far in as you could before it became too much. His body shivered with the sensation, tense from keeping in any sort of sound that might accidentally bubble up from his throat. He held his breath as you continued to pump him, tongue twisting and curling around the shaft as you went. You allowed a hand to snake into the fabric of his pants, cupping his balls through the fabric of his underwear. Your gentle massages made the feeling all that more intense for him. You could immediately tell by the way he throbbed in your mouth. You could feel the pulsations of his large veins against your tongue as it swirled around his flesh.

You took a moment to pause, seeing how the veins in his neck began to pop. As you came up, you made sure to keep your mouth open so the saliva that had collected over time drooled from the tip of your tongue. You knew what that sight did to him.

"Fuck..." he groaned lowly upon seeing your expression, messy and looking up at him from low lids - just begging to be fucked right there against the coffee table.

He couldn't take it anymore. He immediately came to a stand, leaving you kneeling on the floor. You looked up at him, waiting to see what his next move would be. The smirk that you held faded when he immediately shoved himself back into place and began to leave the room.

"Nanami," you stood up quickly, concerned right away by his sudden departure. "Nanami, wait," you sounded so desperate as you followed him out into the hallway.

You trailed him straight into the bathroom, not thinking twice about what room you entered into.  Kento quickly slammed the door shut behind you and locked the bolt. You gasped at the loud sound of the door slam and turned to him with worried eyes as he towered over you, backing you against the sink counter.

"What do you think you're doing?" He hissed, eyes serious from behind the green lenses. He then yanked them off and stuffed them into his jacket pocket aggressively. "Do you think it's okay for us to be caught and rudely interrupted?" His tone was so incredibly serious, you didn't realize what he was doing right away.

"I-I don't know, I was just-" he quickly cut you off by kissing you so intensely that your body began to ache from how it had to bend backward against the counter.

"That was rhetorical," he paused for a moment, genuinely informing you.

You held back a chuckle as soon as you realized but his lips crashed to yours, eliminating any need to cover up your happiness.  His hands quickly slipped under your sweatshirt, tugging it off your head and gently placing it on the counter next to you before diving to your breast, lightly sucking on the soft flesh as his hands unfastened the hooks behind you.  As the underwire slipped down your body, so did his tongue - engulfing your nipple and giving delicate swirls against your areola with his tongue. The way he skillfully maneuvered made you wish he was someplace else.  He somehow sensed your need and began planting warm kisses down your stomach. Each one of your nerves twitched against the very slight stubble on his cheeks. Though heavily distracted by his lips tantalizing your abdomen you still managed to use your toes to kick your shoes from your feet. His fingertips then curled around the elastic waistband of your leggings, peeling them off your legs and tossed them with the pile of the rest of your clothes on the countertop.  Now completely exposed in the public restroom at the school, your body began to shiver from the cool air - the only heat coming from between your legs which Kento had steadily positioned himself in front of.

There was something about the way he looked at your body. His overall physical demeanor was careful and steady, but there was something feral behind those eyes - something hungry, desperate for your taste.  His large hands were planted just at the top of your thighs, thumbs slowly caressing forward until they met your outer labia - carefully spreading the flesh to reveal the inner shine of wetness waiting for him.  He looked up at you, intense eye contact that made you blush and briefly look away from intimidation - all while his tongue came out, showing itself tensed and pointed forward until its tip pushed against your tingling clit.  With a single flick upward, he pushed your hood out of the way and pressed the rest of his lips to the area - the heat intensifying the electrical charge of pleasure that began shooting up your spine with each twist and turn of the muscle.  You gripped the edge of the counter as Kento kept eye contact with you. You tried your best to meet his gaze but the pleasure made your eyes glaze over, your body and mind somehow suddenly in a fog. Your toes curled in an attempt to keep your legs open. Your chest heaved up and down desperately in an attempt to get air without getting too loud.  He knew right away when you reached your peak, the way your thighs would shiver and shake and the specific noise that whimpered forth at the most intense part of the high. The electricity surged through each limb along with a calming, comforting heat - the feeling so addicting, you had to have it more than once.

Kento used the back of his hand to wipe away the sheen left on his lips and then quickly began unbuttoning his shirt. It was unnecessary, but he knew how much you enjoyed seeing all of him. With the door locked...there was nothing to worry about, or so he rationalized.  You became weak again seeing his bare chest, each muscle chiseled perfectly even under the fluorescents. He maintained the serious eye contact as his hands effortlessly undid his belt buckle once more. The thrilling look behind his eyes made your heart jump, as if you were prey waiting to be lunged at.

You were so distracted by his intense look that you hadn't realized he had taken himself in his palm, his slow strokes teasing you. You were still breathing heavily, getting more from watching him pump himself than you thought possible.

"Are you ready, or are you enjoying the show?" He asked lowly. You hadn't realized it but your face was as red as it could get and your heaving chest didn't help in the dead giveaway.

Your mouth felt incredibly dry as your eyes glued themselves to his dick, precum slowly forming at the tip and beading forward until a single drop hit the tiled floor.  He took your frozen silence as an answer and continued pumping himself with a bit more purpose, tightening his grip which made his tip a bit angrier. You watched desperately as he increased his speed. His own chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace while standing in front of you. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, Adam's apple bobbing with each of his breathy sighs. Almost instinctually, your fingers found your folds and you began working yourself to the sight of him. When he peeked at you, he gave a light smirk and continued his little show - now falling back against one of the stall columns and resting his head against it as his wrist twisted his shaft to a point of near completion.  You were nearly hypnotized by his motions, the glimmer of his watch catching your eye with each pump of his hand. Your fingers fell into a rhythm, your warm juices spilling onto the counter that you sat on. Kento's moans began to escalate in volume, something that slightly shocked you considering the environment. You could tell he was about to cum in his hands by the shaking of his voice, but you snapped out of your trance as soon as he stopped.

In a rush, a blink of an eye, Kento moved. He roughly pulled your hips from the counter, flipping your body until your stomach was pressed against the marble. He had shoved himself into you effortlessly, especially due to the fact that he came as soon as he entered - using the cum as lubricant to finish you off. You were just too warm and inviting. The sharp edge of the counter dug into your skin as he pounded away, his moans almost like cries from the sensitive nerves that remained from his own high. He was relentless, even as your screams echoed through the small room - fists clenched tight as you collapsed around him, drawing each drop of him in further. Despite already having cum, Kento was still hard and your pulsations nearly brought him to a second edge before your body went slack from the fatigue.

Sloppily, he pulled himself from you and yanked a few paper towels from the dispenser to begin cleaning up. You continued to lay in a drunken state against the counter as you came down from the tingling that had coursed through your body.

"I...did not expect that," you sighed, peeling your sweaty body from the marble.

"Neither did I," he smirked, looking down at his shirt as he buttoned it up.

Considering your easy outfit, you were finished before he was - licking your lips as he straightened out his jacket and button-up, shoving his hands down his pants to ensure a proper tuck.

Kento left the bathroom first and you trailed close behind. You thought you had gotten away with it. The door was locked. No one was around, they should have been at the exchange event - or at least watching it.

"Well, well, well, sounds like you did a good job, Nanamin," Satoru stood with his arms crossed and a giant smirk on his face. Next to him stood Yaga, Mei Mei, Gakuganji, Utahime, and Kiyotaka stood each with their own expressions - some of horror and others of humor.

Kento's face was as white as a sheet while you just stood by in general shock. This wasn't the worst thing that had happened to you.

"What's everyone up to?" You asked carefully to break the silence as Kento was having some kind of glitch, still pale and unmoving.

"We were about to head up to watch the event, it just started," Satoru answered for everyone else who still held those expressions, the moment just too awkward to navigate. "We were coming to get you..." Satoru was doing his best to hold back laughter. That made it incredibly clear that your incessant moaning could be heard from behind the heavy door.

"Please go home," Yaga suddenly spoke with a serious tone. "This is a place of learning. Nanami, I expected more from you. I'm quite...shocked...from this behavior. Y/N, you, too." He scolded you as if he were your parent. "We'll discuss punishment at a later time."

[hinatastinygiant]

Show & Tell - Twenty

Y/N'S P.O.V.

A few moments after you hug Gojo and thank him for rescuing you, you find yourself back in his office in Tokyo. You look around with wet eyes to see Nanami sitting nearby looking unimpressed.

"What took so long?" he huffs, although a soft look grows in his eyes as he sees you. When he sees you smile, he does the same.

"It would have been quicker if Y/N wasn't so damn hard to get to," Gojo sighs as he walks towards his desk.

"Well, it's good to have you back," Nanami tells you.

"Thanks. I didn't realize how much I missed this place until I was there," you groan.

Gojo, who had been looking through a magazine, shakes his head. "Did you hear that, Nanamin? Y/N thinks we're better than jail!"

"Eh? I didn't mean it like that!" you defend as you approach him.

Gojo pats your head, a small chuckle coming from his throat as he speaks. "I was only kidding. Now, I think it's best if I take you to your room so you can get some rest."

"Okay," you nod to him before turning to Nanami, "Goodbye."

"Bye, Y/N," Nanami waves, "I'll see you soon."

You smile at Nanami, getting lost in the moment for a second until Gojo wraps his arm around you and tugs you away from his friend.

Gojo walks with you across campus. You notice the distance he keeps is significantly reduced from the first few times you've been around him and when you're with the students.

"I want you to get some rest for a bit," Gojo reiterates, "but after come find me so we can talk."

Although you want to ask him what he wants to talk about, you already have the answer. You suppose that Yuuji had said something to Gojo about Sukuna.

"Will you be up that late?" you ask.

Gojo only nods. You hope he isn't too mad and you're too tired to pry into his emotions right now.

"I'll probably be in my office," he finally responds, "you can look for me there."

"Right, thank you," you nod quickly, as respectfully as you can.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me," he hums, now cheering up.

A small grin creeps upon your face as he seems to get back to his usual self. You then reach the entrance to the dorms where he holds the door for you and ushers you in.

Gojo walks with you down the hall, a bit behind in comparison. When a door flings open, you stop and he bumps into your back. You wonder why he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, but decide not to dwell over it for long. There, in front of you with a confused expression on their face stands Nobara Kugisaki.

Kugisaki looks at you, then up at her teacher, and once more back at you. She looks extremely embarrassed, as though she walked into something she shouldn't have. She seems to be at a loss for words as the three of you stand there for an awkward moment. That is, until Gojo makes things worse.

"Tada! Y/N's back!" he cheers.

Kugisaki's confused face turns darker. She seems to be analyzing the new cuts and bruises on your skin.

"Tada..." you say weakly, hoping to diminish the angered look on her face.

Instead, she crosses her arms and glares across at you. "You owe me an apology, Y/N! I can't believe you just left without saying anything!"

"Oh," you comment, taken aback from her comment. You didn't expect that the students would miss you if you left. "Kugisaki, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to leave."

Just then, she extends her arms out to you and pulls you into a hug. You hear mumbled sounds exchanged between her and Gojo from behind you, yet you have no clue what they're saying.

"So!" Kugisaki chipperly hums as she pulls back from the hug, her hands still on your arms, "I guess I'm going to have to fix you up again super quick."

Gojo chuckles upon hearing her speak. "Have fun you two," he hums. "Y/N, I'll see you after you get your rest."

"Bye," you wave as he walks away.

Kugisaki takes your hand in hers and leads you into her room. She stops you at the side of the bed to sit where you were last time.

"What was that about?" she hums as she looks around for her first-aid kit.

"What do you mean? Why I left?" you ask.

"No," she groans, a bit frustrated in either you or herself for not being able to find what she's looking for. "Why was Gojo bringing you to your room?"

"It wasn't anything weird," you laugh, thinking that must have been why she looked like a deer in the headlights before. "Don't worry."

"Right," she hums as she finally finds the kit. "'Cause all the weird stuff will happen when you go to see him after you get your energy back."

"Kugisaki!" you shake your head. "I just got back from Kyoto!"

"Sure," she nods as she walks towards the bed. "So you still haven't come to terms with your feelings yet, huh?"

You think for a moment as she places the first-aid kit on the bed and sits in front of you.

"Fine," you sigh. "I might have figured out that I missed him when I left..."

"Hey!" she pouts. "What about me?"

"Of course I missed all of you guys," you admit, "but it was just weird not having him around. Gakuganji and the other in Kyoto didn't seem to care about me. There was one person who just didn't get along with me well, too."

Kugisaki smiles excitedly as she puts some medicine on your face. "You should definitely get your rest like Gojo said and then go tell him how you feel!"

"I'm not in high school, you know," you sigh until she gives you a threatening look. "Okay, fine! I'll talk to him tonight, but I don't know how well it'll go over. That man is still a complete mystery to me."

Kugisaki giggles as she spreads the medicine into your skin. "He totally likes you. There's no way he'll turn you down, Y/N."

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