Hi:3 I’ve come to request InoTanZen going to the shopping district! But Zenitsu gets very scared as that’s his home town, which possibly results in an anxiety attack? And InoTan comfort him the best they can due to their circumstances, and they buy him some type of fancy clothing as a treat! (Based on my hc of Zenitsu preferring to wear women kimonos as they fit him better lol) It’s okay if not, thank you in advance if you do:D
OF COURSE! <3 sorry its so short/seems rushed 😭 also love that hc
tw not very detailed but still anxiety attack ?
After getting some time off from their missions because they weren’t quite in position to fight yet, Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu made their way to a shopping district. It was Tanjiro and Inosuke’s first time since neither had grown up in cities and, because of that, Zenitsu had decided to take them to his home town. Mostly because he was most familiar with it and it hadn’t occurred to him until it was too late that it might not actually be to his advantage. It wasn’t until they had actually stepped inside, maneuvering through the streets and trying to prevent Inosuke from head butting anyone that Zenitsu began to panic.
He said nothing at first, trying to ignore the memories he’d dredged up simply from the familiar sound of the city. Somehow, it was still the same as before. Unchanging despite his own drastic transformation from his younger self. Which only served to constrict his heart, making it harder to breathe. But he told himself he was just being tense, that he just had to take a breath and he’d be fine. So he continued walking, avoiding Tanjiro’s questioning gaze as he redirected them to the food center where he knew Inosuke would love. He was keeping up just fine, Zenitsu told himself. He was going to be fine. He was just surprised at the bombardment of emotions that had hit him with entering his hometown.
He was cruelly proven wrong when, while telling Inosuke to not put the boar head back on, all that came out was a shaky croak. Inosuke seemed unbothered but it instantly skyrocketed Tanjiro’s concern and he went full on worry mode, turning to Zenitsu and asking if he was alright. Somehow, that broke Zenitsu, and he found himself shaking his head unconsciously, cheeks hot with the tears that burned his eyes. He didn’t want to cry, he didn’t want to be like this in front of them. Yet the salty tracks made their appearance only a moment later, clearly enjoying embarrassing Zenitsu.
It was at the silent tears that Inosuke snapped to attention, frowning and huffing about something incoherent. Although, everything seemed like a blur. It felt like all the sound around Zenitsu had become amplified and blurred at the same time, pounding against his head as a heavy reminder of his constant failures here.
Tanjiro hustled Zenitsu to a bench, sitting him down and dragging Inosuke over. He sat next to him, rubbing circles on his back and murmuring to him, trying to console him. He seemed a bit confused, still piecing things together from what little Zenitsu had told them prior the trip. He pulled him into a hug as Inosuke shouted at whoever began staring at them. Vaguely, Zenitsu registered Tanjiro asking if there was anything he could do. He shook his head, pathetically, trying to rub the tears away, only resulting in making room for more. Shaky breaths and hiccups followed quickly after, until even Inosuke was trying to make him feel better by offering his boar mask.
Even so, it took a while before Zenitsu managed a watery smile at the offer, taking the mask just to make Inosuke stop pouting at his lack of response before apologizing quietly for inconveniencing them. In response, Tanjiro promised that they would go to wherever Zenitsu most wanted to go here then finding somewhere else to get food so they could pacify Inosuke. Zenitsu’s protests were silenced by Inosuke’s quick tug towards a clothing part of the district, pointing and loudly announcing that there were some of the clothes Zenitsu liked wearing there.
Tanjiro was still laughing about Inosuke’s contagious enthusiasm when they got to the stall, Zenitsu cowering behind them and trying to make himself look less like he’d just been crying. It became easier when Inosuke offered to buy Zenitsu something, only to realize that he had no money and that Tanjiro and Zenitsu were the ones with the money. He looked very sullen at that, taking back his boar mask and sulking as Tanjiro and Zenitsu went through some of the kimonos, picking out some to buy—some for Zenitsu and some for Nezuko.
After they had bought what they wanted, Inosuke led the way to the food stalls, eyeing the ground for any lost money he might be able to use to buy something, but finding absolutely nothing in the end. Food cheered him up quickly, however, and the instant mood change brought a smile to Zenitsu’s face—much to Tanjiro’s relief. They spent the rest of the day wandering aimlessly through the streets, avoiding the places that Zenitsu told them he wished to not go to. They arrived back at the Butterfly Estate in the late evening with only Zenitsu’s slightly puffy eyes as any proof of his earlier anxiety.
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I was originally going to write on Twitter but character limits are too much of a bother so here I am. This will probably be very messy but I'm dealing with media that probably 10 people are familiar with, so... Whatever!
I've recently found this site: https://nervetower.neocities.org/analysis.html
It has a bunch of translations and essays on the game Baroque, originally released on the Sega Saturn.
This specific bit of info has made me OBSESSED with thinking about the game.
Sure the game was literally written in burst of inspiration by drawing tarot cards because the writers had a deadline and writer's block at the same time, and the protagonist being canonically trans was only in a draft for the prequel material, but the game is surprisingly consistent with its themes and the symbolism can still be read through a trans lens.
And because it's not confirmed and ambiguous, the protagonist can be read through multiple gender povs.
But like, why is this such a big deal? Well, Baroque and its prequel material just so happens to have one of the most incredible anti-bigotry narratives I've ever seen in a game. Specifically anti-ableism and anti-eugenics, among probably some questioning of organized religion and how corporations use it to further alienate the public into a cycle of oppression towards marginalized people. etc.
The protagonist is mass produced and manipulated by the Archangel to "purify" whatever he deems should be "purified", using guilt (the Christians/Catholics favorite thing) to do so as the protagonist is made to not remember anything besides their immense guilt over something.
For the game to progress the protag must regain their memories and find out they're a copy of who knows how many other copies, a human made into a product basically, made to feel special because they won't be distorted by their desperate delusions to escape a world destroyed by corporate greed like all the rest and have the power to "purify" things, when in reality they're just emotionally and genetically manipulated into being that.
A perfect pawn.
Now where is the trans symbolism? Well, aside from how little bodily autonomy the protagonist has, here's where things really get interesting:
In Baroque, God is presented as a woman. Before the Great Heat (aka apocalypse), God's Sense Spheres (her omnipresence, transferring data like the world is a body) assured that no great distortion would come to the reality humanity lived in, God would feel pain and know there was a wound to heal. Then the Archangel, who's really just some scientist, started fucking with the population's mental health on purpose because he wanted to kill God and create his own perfect little world. That's the short summary anyway.
At one point, with a lot of brainwashing using God's screams of pain, he created the Order of Malkuth to help him. But later the members woke up from the brainwashing and organized a desperate attempt to stop the Archangel: they would fuse Koriel number 12 (presented as a boy) with God so she could communicate in data that humans could understand. What they didn't expect however is that Koriel 12 had their own problems, and with Archangel interrupting the fusion, those problems were very amplified.
Koriel 12's guilt over being alive and God's suffering made shit hit the fan for good with the Great Heat.
And that's how the protagonist becomes mute and receives the power of God and anim- I mean, "purification".
The game begins and despite Koriel and God being now two parts of the same being, the Archangel tells Koriel to go to the bottom of the Nerve Tower, where the "Mad God" is basically imprisoned, and "purify" her with a rifle (with ammo made from the embodiment of her pain hormones).
The Archangel is literally making Koriel kill a part of themselves that's already literally buried deep into a mind tower that goes down instead of up but still has the image of a tower instead of a hole. He's basically forcing Koriel to bury the closet with them inside it because the closet isn't enough apparently.
Koriel also can't speak for themselves anymore but their thoughts can be read by the Horned Woman, which she just says out loud without explaining anything and unless you're thinking about it you won't even recognize those are "your" thoughts being spoken by another person.
Jumping ahead, when Koriel gets to the bottom of the tower, you can either do what the Archangel tells you or can just walk towards God and unite with her.
When you do this after some dying and finding out, you'll receive the true ending, in which it is made clear that while it is in a state at which it's harming everyone, the "distortion" is actually the natural way of the world, everyone needs to cope at least a little to survive, the Archangel's eugenicist campaign was the greater problem here, not the people "distorted" into representations of their suffering and coping mechanisms by his actions.
This is primarily focused on ableism and particularly the stigma around mental health.
With a trans reading, it forms a bridge so it can also just mean bigotry in general too.
Why? Well, since the 70s or something, trans people basically have to be diagnosed with a disorder to be granted legal access to transition, that's even truer for Japan, which literally puts it on paper as a disorder. And overall, transphobia and ableism go very hand in hand.
This game is now the closest I've come across to finding a game that's secretly about trans people too like The Matrix.
And this has greatly developed the brain worms 👍
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Ahem.
An analysis of that TPJ scene where Reynie fully chucks the radio out the window without consulting the team because he's panicking slightly, because I completely forgot that happened and now it won't leave my brain
So, quick recap: The kids have gotten off the Shortcut and made it to the train station, figuring out the clues and boarding a train to Thernbaakagen, Holland. Cannonball had left them earlier to deal with an emergency with the ship, and gave Kate his radio so the kids could contact them if something happened. Reynie is incredibly suspicious of Captain Noland, and thinking that it's possible he has ulterior motives/thinks he's doing the right thing but isn't/is in the middle of flat-out betraying them/etc. This is compounded by the fact that Reynie currently has Schrodinger's diamond in his pocket, which Noland gave him, and if it's real then all of his fears have been confirmed and the Captain is a horrible person, but he can't bring himself to check.
Reynie's going through a lot at the moment.
“May I see that radio, Kate?” he asked.
Kate gave him a quizzical look. Something in Reynie’s tone had struck her oddly. It wasn’t a tone he had ever used with her, and she couldn’t guess what it meant. She handed him the radio. “What’s going on? You sound funny.”
Reynie opened the window and tossed the radio out.
“What in the world?” Kate cried. “Why’d you do that?”
Constance sat up to stare at him, and Sticky ran to the window to look out, as if the radio might have fallen somewhere he could reach. It hadn’t, of course, and he stared after it, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I don’t want him to know where we are,” said Reynie. “The captain. I don’t trust him.”
Sticky was still gazing forlornly out the window. That radio—their one connection to adults who might protect them—had been a source of comfort.
“I wish you’d discussed it with us first, Reynie.”
“I’m sorry. I was afraid you would argue.”
“You were being crafty!” Kate said. “That’s what your tone meant. No wonder I didn’t get it. I’ve heard you be that way with other people, but never with us. I have to say, I don’t like it.”
“Sorry,” Reynie said again. His tone was weary. He sat down on the bunk opposite Constance’s. His body felt leaden, as if he’d gained a hundred pounds.
“Reynie,” said Constance quietly.
With a feeling of great reluctance, Reynie looked up. “Yes?”
Constance’s pale blue eyes were shining with tears, and in them Reynie detected something like alarm. “The way you’re feeling about Captain Noland right now? I don’t ever want to feel that way about you.”
Reynie felt tears spring to his own eyes. He looked away.
“Don’t ever do that again,” Constance said. “Promise me.”
Reynie swallowed hard. He forced himself to meet her eyes again. Then he looked at Kate and Sticky, who were gazing at him wonderingly and with not a little hurt of their own. It would be awful for them to feel they couldn’t trust him, Reynie knew. For Constance it would be even worse. But it would be worst of all for him.
“I promise,” Reynie said.
And from the way Constance smiled, he knew that she knew that he meant it.
Reynie is more frightened about what Captain Noland might do if he knew where they were than he is caring about his friends at the moment, which is a new experience for all of them. In the past, they have talked things out because for the most part they have been aligned and together on their goals and how to execute them.
But he is so scared at this point that he doesn't take a moment to think rationally, he doesn't even stop for a second to consider the ramifications. He just feels with such conviction that it is imperative he get rid of that radio.
BUT. But, part of the reason he feels like this is because he has been carrying this fear and uncertainty on his own for days now. Reynie had some of these suspicions right off the bat, but he couldn't bring himself to share them with the others because he didn't feel like he could burden them with it. He was afraid to tell them, to scare them, to share information on something he wasn't quite sure about, but he also couldn't let himself sit idly by as his friends did something that might be dangerous.
Kate points it out: Reynie has always spoken plainly to them before, because he trusts them and values their counsel. He hasn't felt like he needs to protect them or hide things from them before, and it's causing a lot of conflict in him. Reynie is generally the team diplomat, because he is aware of other people's emotions and cognizant of the best way to communicate with people. He's good at this, and it's part of the team's collective arsenal of skills. The others haven't had a need to be aware of him being tricky, because he's never turned his skills on them before.
Kate is perturbed by this sudden switch in Reynie's behaviour and Sticky is frightened because he hates sudden change and Constance is terrified because she can sense the inner turmoil driving the decision. This is possibly the single worse action he could have taken at that second that caused the most distress to each of them. They're scared, but they're also scared for him, because this is new. This is unexpected, and in a situation where they're already facing so much, this might just be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
However, almost as soon as he's done that, Reynie feels terrible. He's under so much pressure from himself and the secrets he's trying to keep, and now that he's betrayed his friends. He knows he's done something wrong, and he hates that he's gone and hurt his friends, because he still isn't able to fully convince himself he's made the right decision. He's lost in his thoughts and has too many things pulling at him to be able to see clearly. Normally, he'd have Sticky to be objective with the facts, or Kate to be her very straightforward self, or Constance to lightly smack him and pull him out of his own head.
But he's stuck in a loop.
He can't ask them for help because he needs to find an answer, but he won't be able to find an answer unless he has help.
And he's upset with himself for allowing all this mental miasma to cloud his logic enough that he acted on pure emotion and hurting his friends, but he makes the brave choice and looks at Constance. He's reluctant and confused, but he pushes through that and looks at her and sees the bewilderment and fear his actions have caused in his friends.
Because that's the trick with Reynie. He can't ever just feel his emotions. It's never as simple as anger, or sadness, or even joy. He always feels his own emotions, and then those of the people around him, especially people he loves. He's feeling his own uncertainty and guilt at the same time as he's feeling the betrayal and anxiety and sadness and even anger that the others are experiencing, which makes him feel even more guilty.
But this time, he forces himself through it, and tells them he won't do it again. He can't quite explain himself yet, and he's still scared, just as he knows they are, but he apologises and tells them he doesn't want to do that to them again. And it doesn't immediately get better, but he does explain a little of his plan after, and they move forward with a tenuous peace. Relationships are often stronger after they've been fractured, and having weathered this they grow closer.
But maybe just defenestrating the only thing connecting you to a single possibly trustworthy adult should have been something you discussed with the team, buddy
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the secret wife
- nanami kento x reader
follow the first years’ misadventures as they find out that apparently, the infamous 7:3 sorcerer is also a dutiful and loving husband in private!
genre/warnings:
crack, fluff, the first years are simply chaotic, an attempt at humor, gojo cameo (he’s so insufferable), mentions of pregnancy, nanami being the best husband there is
note:
based on an anon's suggestion, this is a spin-off to love entries' wife (so gojo is married to love entries reader naturally!) this is full chaos and crack omg so sorry and isn't proofread bc i’m kinda tired so pls forgive any mistakes and my dry humor :')
general masterlist
On one fine, sunny day, which was supposed to be a calm and relaxing afternoon...
“Hello? Yuji—”
Megumi could've sworn, they weren't usually this nosy.
“Gojo-sensei! It's urgent!”
Call it indulgence, because Nobara's curiosity just got the better of her.
“Oh? What's—”
“Does Nanamin have a wife!?”
And Yuji... well, he just needed answers, because the three of them were now in the ‘Mom and Baby’ section of department store, having just witnessed a monumental sight of their esteemed mentor, Nanami Kento—
—with a remarkably stunning woman hanging onto his arm.
“Huh?” Gojo's confusion was evident from the other line. Oh, yeah. Yuji had decided to cut to the chase and call him too, hoping for a swift clarification.
Okay, so why were the trio—plus Gojo on the speakerphone—hiding behind a pillar just to spy on Nanami and his very possible wife? Let us rewind 30 minutes before...
Yuji considers himself to have an exceptional eye and taste for women.
And 30 minutes ago, when he fell on his butt on the rough, hard asphalt in the jammed Shibuya crossing after accidentally getting shoved by the crowd, and encountered a kind, vivacious older woman—you, who extended a hand to help him up, he was even more convinced of that.
“Are you alright, Itadori-kun?” your soft voice entered his ears, catching him off-guard, and Yuji was certain of two things then.
One, that you were just like a literal angel descended from skies above, all dolled up and pretty with your flowy sundress.
“Ah, uh—” he stammered, eyes darting everywhere and anywhere at once as his palm started sweating after clasping your hand. “I-I am…”
And two, for the life of him, he had no idea who you were.
But it registered late in his mind to ask as he was busy controlling his ragged breathing and instant crush, and before Yuji knew it, you graced him with another kind smile and went on your way.
And did he feel so miserable afterwards.
. . .
“She’s sooo hella pretty, Fushiguro! And she knows me! Me!”
Megumi sighed, eyeing his friend in disgust. Truthfully, all he wanted was to return to the dorms and collapse onto his bed, and not listen to his friend’s incoherent ramblings.
"You sure you weren't imagining things?" Nobara questioned with slight irritation. "After you embarrassed us in front of Gojo-sensei's wife a while back, please think more before you act."
"I'm not, I swear! She said my name!"
"Itadori, can you please just not?" Megumi grumbled, having enough of this ruckus. "I want to walk back in peace."
And so tucking away his pout, Yuji walked in silence just as his best friend asked, and he was really going to leave it at that when suddenly he caught the sight of a familiar pristine coat and the sundress from earlier. “Oh?”
"Isn't that Nanami-san?" Nobara also spotted him, her eyes widening when she saw you, who was happily beaming as well as Nanami's light chuckle. "And wait, who is—?"
"That's her!" Yuji burst out, pointing decisively in your direction. "That's who I was talking about!"
Oh, no. Megumi dreaded it already. He could already see the utter catastrophe—
"I'm going after them!"
"Wait, Itadori! Me too!"
Too late. Before he could stop them, Nobara and Yuji had followed the pair. Reluctantly, Megumi trailed behind them too, albeit wearing a vexed scowl. Yet despite his misgivings, he couldn't deny that the things he saw over the next 30 minutes were genuinely unexpected.
Nanami consistently led you to a quieter spot away from the bustling crowd, his hand holding yours firmly. He would occasionally throw you a smile, or when you didn’t hold hands, then he’d wrap an arm around your waist. And to the trio's bewilderment, they also saw him tenderly brushing his lips against your head while on the escalator.
Soft and gentle. It was a side of Nanami Kento they had never witnessed—either with anyone else or even himself.
The two of you ventured through home appliances, visited food stalls, and eventually... the ‘Mom and Baby’ section.
"Do you want to rest for a bit?" Nanami's voice held a touch of concern as his hand settled on the small of your back, and seeing that, Nobara positively swooned.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," you responded with a reassuring smile. "Let's head over there. I'd like to see that next!"
Watching you and Nanami meticulously going through strollers and cribs like a pair of would-be parents was apparently too mind-blowing for Yuji and Nobara, leading to the decision to call Gojo right then and there. And, as they say, the rest was history.
"Last I heard, Nanami wasn't married," Gojo answered resolutely. "If he is, then it's the ultimate betrayal because he never told me!"
"But we see him with a woman! At mother and baby care section!"
Gojo hummed in thoughtful manner. "Okay, students. Now I'm tasking you to see this to the very end! Keep me on the line!"
With that, Operation: Uncover Nanami's Wife was officially underway, and frankly, the way the three of them were clumsily tailing the 7:3 sorcerer made Megumi want to facepalm. How was it that Nanami hadn't noticed their rather conspicuous attempts at all?
Now you were fawning over baby clothes, cutely trying not to squeal as you picked a little blue and yellow overalls. "Kento! Kento! Look, how cute!"
And all of them were floored once again when the expression on his face softened, as a warm smile adorned his lips. "Yeah, they are."
"Is she pregnant? She doesn't look it..." Nobara remarked, squinting and frowning, still watching the two of you like a hawk.
"Or maybe they're shopping for someone else?" Megumi suggested, earning teasing grins from Yuji and Nobara, to which he quickly rolled his eyes, as they chorused, "Looks like you're curious too!"
After a while, you moved from the clothes to sections stocked with mother's necessities. Yuji leaned against one of the racks, pressing his ear against it, with Nobara and Megumi crowding behind him, attempting to catch a snippet of your conversation with Nanami.
"I think we should get some heat packs and these pillows—"
"Oh, Kento! You're such a worrywart, I still won't need them for a few more months—"
"Wait, what?" Yuji whipped his head around in surprise, causing Nobara, who was leaning on him, to stumble and inadvertently collide with the racks.
"Eh? Huh!?"
Unfortunately, the racks weren't sturdy enough, and the force caused them to sway dangerously. Nobara, sensing her imminent fall, instinctively grabbed Yuji's arm to steady herself. However, he got tugged instead and their combined weight exacerbated the situation, leading to the racks quickly toppling over and a deafening commotion ensued—
Crash!
"Careful!" Nanami immediately pulled you behind him, a protective arm around your shoulder, sensing your shock from the sudden crash. He was on high alert, expecting some sort of attack of cursed spirits, but instead, he was met with the most astounding sight of the bickering culprits amidst the fallen racks.
"Kugisaki! What are you doing!"
"You dumbass! Why didn't you stop me from falling?!"
"Itadori-kun...?" Nanami called out in utter disbelief, his mind couldn't fathom as to why the first years were here. However, his attention quickly shifted to Megumi, who was seething and sending his friends a glare so hard it could drill a hole into them.
Then, the boy swiftly fixed himself into a low bow in front of him, ashamed, disregarding Yuji and Nobara's groans altogether. "Nanami-san, I'm very, very sorry on their behalf."
"What are the three of you doing here?" he inquired, and poor Megumi seemed at a loss, huffing as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of where to even start.
Meanwhile you were full of worry for the fallen kids. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?"
For the second time today, you tried to help Yuji to stand on his feet, and this time, he really had a good look over you.
It wasn't exactly noticeable due to how loose your dress was, but now he could see that under it, your belly was slightly rounded—an unmistakable baby bump.
Amidst his shock and pain, Yuji couldn't bring himself to take your hand as he inadvertently let this slip, "N-Nanamin! You knocked her up!"
Nanami blinked. You gaped. Megumi and Nobara went pale in sheer horror, ready to murder their friend on the spot for his extreme height of rudeness.
“Itadori-kun,” Nanami cleared his throat then, and if he was offended, then he chose not to show it. “First of all, I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner. This is Y/N, my wife, and yes,” his tone hardened slightly, “She’s carrying our first child.”
“S-so you are married!”
“Yes, that was what I—”
“What the hell?! NANAMIIII!”
Oh, the freaking phone. After his fall, Yuji’s phone ended up on the floor, and of course, Gojo did hear all of the entire madness, evident from how his voice blared from the phone.
Nanami frowned, unwittingly reaching out towards the phone. “Who—?”
“NA-NA-MI!" Gojo screeched in righteous exasperation, and the former immediately pulled away from the phone with a cringe. “How could you?! I invited you to my wedding! Are you a hermit or something—how could not tell anyone!? Didn’t you say I can officiate—”
“I said no such thing. Please refrain from saying outrageous things, it’s both annoying and misleading,” Nanami stressed, growing more irritated by the mere sound of Gojo's whining voice and feeling his patience waning rapidly.
"Aren't we friends?! How—!"
"Should I find you instigate one more of this... shenanigans with the kids, I won't hesitate to report you to Yaga and your wife," he interjected then with clear irritation, and right that second, Gojo shut himself up.
Yuji, Nobara and Megumi couldn't help drawing that one conclusion in wonder: So, that's what Gojo-sensei is afraid of.
Nanami swiftly ended the call with a flick of his finger, returning the phone to the still mystified Yuji. Turning back to the trio, Nanami's irritation simmered as he glanced at the mess of broken goods on the floor, as well as noticing the approaching clerks.
"You three..." Nanami started, his voice rising slightly, unfaltering even as the three of them flinched. "Do you realize what you've done? Are you so idle that you can ditch your assignments?"
"Kento, don't be too harsh," you rebuked, placing a hand on his arm with a frown on your face. Nanami sighed, looking over the situation once again. It was a whole rack of baby necessities destroyed; plates, glasses, and whatnot scattered across the floor.
Nobara bit her lip in anxiety. “Oh my god, who's going to pay for all this damage?” She could already imagine the staggering amount this mess would cost. This is worth millions, anyone can go bankrupt.
There was only one person who can and will. Immediately, both Nanami and Megumi turned to her with a shared resolve.
"Gojo," Megumi blurted.
"He will be charged for everything," Nanami added with spite.
Epilogue
"You just love those kids, don't you, Kento?"
That night, when both of you were ready for sleep, Nanami had one hand caressing your still growing belly, and you teased him with a chuckle.
"Huh?" your husband looked at you in mild confusion as he stopped stroking you. "What do you mean?"
You giggled again. "You said to put it on Gojo's name, but in the end, you were the one who covered the damages first."
Nanami huffed lightly. "That's because I can't get the kids in trouble. But mark my words, I'll make sure Gojo pays up later, by force if I need to." He made a face when he remembered just what a massive bill it was. "That's too much money to be spent carelessly. We have our child and our future to consider."
"You're always like that," you sighed fondly, taking his hand and placing it back to the swell of your belly. "Always on the first line of defense for the students." Your smile widened. "It makes me think... just how lucky our kid will be with you as their father."
"On the contrary, I'm counting my blessings that they'll have someone as soft as you for their mother," your husband retorted with a smile, kissing your temple. And your heart melted into a puddle by his affectionate gesture.
"That's too sweet... ah, yeah," suddenly, you were reminded of a critical thing. “Kento, have you ever considered telling everyone else that we're married? At least to people at school?”
Nanami always wanted privacy for safety reasons most of the time, and you understood that, but seeing that Gojo and the first years knew already, you thought it might be the best time to let everyone know.
"I honestly don’t see the need to, why?"
"People like Gojo are confused—"
Your husband rolled his eyes then. "Don’t worry, dear. People like Gojo exist to spread the word so we don't have to."
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