#tried rendering for the first time also lmk it it looks nice lol

[hallowbiome]

What song are they dancing to (wrong answers only)

probably gonna do another one with the perspective of dancing with mateo or another fucker. idk. i just did these two first because they’re just joel and ellie in another timeline.

[itadore-you]

pairing : nanami x gn!reader 

w/c: 2.7k lol 

t/ws: fluff but slight mention of angst + manga spoilers + sexual innuendo + gojo being himself

summary : just an imagine of seeing nanami again after years of no contact whilst he was a salaryman, and thinking a lottt about his beautiful hair (blondes make my heart pit pat a little)

a/n: first fic to be posted to my blog (at last arghhh!) lmk where i can improve, if u liked it, etc etc, welcome to the junkyard.

Slowly brushing away the hair from his face, you lean into each other; shyly not speaking a word as you both indulge in the moment. Dusk falls upon you both from outside the window, spilling over the golden sky with baby blue inks and hazy blends of pink.

“Nanami-kun, your hair is so nice,” you tell him, as the skylight seems to fall on your cheeks, fading into a rosy blush. You struggle with your next words: “But I’d also ... like to see more of your face.” Your eyes catch a tinge of a darker rouge on his uncovered left ear. Is he blushing too?

He's rendered speechless as you run your hands through his fringe again, brushing his hair back from his forehead. Tilting his head down a little. You try to hold back your smile as you say to him: “This also looks really good on you.” Nanami sputters out a low "thanks" and turns his head away from you to hide his now completely reddened face. A flustered laugh escapes your lips, and with that you change the topic, talking to Nanami about the beautiful day it was, and contemplating what the weather would be like tomorrow (perhaps that wasn’t the best segue used in a conversation, on further contemplation that you would have on later nights).

That would be the last evening that you had to relax together.

After numerous tragedies unravelled such as Haibara’s death, and the genocide caused by Getou-senpai, Nanami distanced himself from other jujutsu sorcerers, a persistence of emotional pain stinging him whenever his fellow classmate came to mind. You tried to be there for him, of course, since they were so close, but the loss pained you too. Haibara Yuu had been your friend too, and with the loss of him, you felt as though you had lost Nanami as well. The poison of grief burrowed deeper on the more lonely, more frequent missions you two were sent on, as the number of curses multiplied by the day, and the school became even more cautious of training their schools thoroughly. Even though it remained unsaid, sometimes you could almost understand why Getou had turned to such madness, when you would tiredly wipe the sweat gathering on your temple after a long day of exorcising. But you could definitely say you understood fully why Nanami inevitably would leave the world of sorcery a few years later.

The torment of your younger years no longer followed you as closely as time passed. You were now twenty-seven, working as a fully flourished semi-grade 1 sorcerer and hoping to become grade 1 by the end of the year. Working part-time also as a teacher at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School meant you would pop in on some weekdays to give Gojo a break from teaching - or rather to give his students a break from him. It wasn’t that he was unbearable, it’s just that he was, well, himself. When he used to occasionally poke fun at you first years back then, he was particularly irritating for poor Nanami, who he personally identified as his main target to annoy. It would always make you chuckle a little at his antics whenever Nanami would angrily crumple up a note with male genitalia scrawled across it, or make the most unimpressed, disgruntled facial expression at the newest uncensored thought to leave Gojo's big mouth. You can't believe that you still think of Nanami Kento, even after all of these years. You had lost contact ages ago, but your thoughts would wander to " I wonder how he's doing?..." on the odd occasion.

Maybe he was enjoying the new life that he had carved out for himself, with an idyllic friend circle of non-sorcerers, maybe even a partner - a wife or husband, even, because at this age, it is considered somewhat normal to have found one's soulmate by now. It is a lot harder when you're a busy Jujutsu sorcerer, obviously, but with that out of the equation...

Maybe they're Danish, and Nanami had decided to move back to the country of his partial heritage with them. Or would Nanami have stayed in Japan? Then again, he always loved the idea of visiting Malaysia. Infinite possibilities crisscrossed in your mind, forming layers upon layers of what could have happened to the man with whom you were once schoolmates.

However, today that wasn't what you were thinking about as you stretched your arms behind your back, clicking the joints as you prepared to start a sparring session with your students. Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi stood before you, mirroring similar movements as they engaged their bodies for fighting. "Now, the core lesson for today lies in stealth and agility. Jujutsu sometimes can look flashy with your techniques, but surprising the curse with an instantaneous move can play to your advantage. It helps you to think more on the spot, and you can get somewhat creative with what you're doing." Taking a step towards Nobara, she's quick to narrow her eyes in suspicion as you continue: "Say that I wanted to disable you of your weapon; that's my first priority as it's what enables your cursed energy to strike me, right?"

"Sensei, that's what everyone focuses on. Obviously my hammer is a target." You let out a laugh - Nobara is a sharp girl and quite comedic. "Of course. But you have to be aware of all the ways that I could disarm you." With that, you turn to walk behind your students and as they follow your movements, you quickly catch your foot into the back of her knee, causing her to fall forwards and brace her arms to lessen the fall. The hammer slips in her hand, and you grab onto her wrist, quickly plucking it out of her grasp. "Hey! No fair! Technically you didn't say you were going to do it now! And also, that was a low blow going for my legs like that!"

"Too bad. I have it now," you grin, and then return it, "Apologies though. My next example will be Yuuji, then you all can have a try. So you are quite a dangerous one, being a more close-ranged fighter, but there are always ways around tha-"

"Hey l/n! Hope I didn't interrupt too much, but I have something to show you~" Gojo's voice rings out from right behind you.

Talk about a sneak attack - this menace has teleportation, the ultimate trump card. Irked, you jump a little at his sudden appearance, already questioning why he's here. This was supposed to be his lesson after all, but he knew you could teach it just as well and he had mentioned something earlier about "something just popping up last minute". Your heart dropped heavily into a new seat, aka your ass, as you caught sight of the 'something' that Gojo had dragged with him on his excursion. The 'something' was a suited, blond-haired man with hazelnut eyes that you could recognise from any crowd. Nanami Kento, just in different formatting from original version 1.0. It looked... Good. Really good. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realised the current state you were in. Your teacher attire, forehead slightly sweaty due to the warm weather outside despite not properly sparring yet, and oh god why were you suddenly short of breath?

" Gojo, there was no necessity in using long-range teleportation to bother l/n-san," Nanami sighs, and as polite as ever, "Good afternoon, l/n. Apologies for Gojo."

As he greets the confused students in a similar manner, Gojo speaks up again, "A legendary entrance to introduce the return of the long-lost sorcerer, Nanami Kentooooo! Also known as l/n's best bud from back in high school," He pauses to wink at you two, "they were joined at the hip and possibly in other places until Nanamin here became a boring salaryman and ate bread for like eight years or so." He made a face at the end of his statement.

Your face erupts in fiery crimson as you feverishly pretend to ignore what Gojo was hinting at. Despite his idiotic nature, the moron was always quite perceptive and something tells you that the off-hand comment he made about you and Nanami wasn't made from just joking around.

"Well, we'll be off now. Gotta show ol' Kento around the premises, get him refamiliarised with his surroundings I guess." And with that, both Nanami and Gojo disappeared, probably due to another of his teleportations. Gojo sure loved to show off that technique of his.

"Right, class, back to work. As I was saying-"

"L/n san? Were you and Nanami-kun a thing?" Yuuji blurts out.

"We are just dying to know," Nobara dramatically adds, "you don't seem like the type to have emotions a lot. Especially after almost breaking my knee."

Blushing once more, you deny their accusations as you hurriedly return to the lesson at hand. Kids these days are so damn nosy. That Gojo and his loud mouth!

The next day, your morning routine is slightly altered by the chance of running into your high school crush again. It makes you cringe. You had been tossing and turning constantly in your bed last night, your brain buzzing with an increasing multitude of Nanami-related thoughts. What did he think of you now? What in God's name did Gojo say about you? Did they talk about you? More importantly - why did Nanami return to sorcery? He looked quite well put together in the fleeting time that you saw him, so it probably wasn't for the money. Particularly if he was a salaryman like Gojo had briefly mentioned.

You didn't want it to look too obvious that you were trying a bit for him, but you also wanted to show some development from your teenage self. With a spritz of more costly scent on your wrists and behind your ears, complete with a set of gold jewellery, you looked stunning for such a casual look. You took pride in your looks, knowing you were attractive and well-mannered, which Nanami would hopefully take notice of, compensating for yesterday when you did not feel prepared for his surprise arrival.

You were on edge for most of that morning, looking over your shoulder frequently, hoping to see him again even if accompanied by the talkative Gojo. Thus the wish manifested itself into reality (complete with the Gojo detail) a couple of hours in as you were walking across the precinct to file several curse reports for Ijichi, who had been weighed down in work and you were happy to help. It was then that as you walked up the path, Nanami and Gojo came into your vision, greeting you with varying amounts of energy. Gojo seemed even more amped up than usual, shouting a loud "hey l/n!" whereas Nanami already looked tired of him, and gripped a coffee cup handle with the last of his energy.

"How's my favorite semi-grade one sorcerer doing today? I see you got a bunch of files on you!" Gojo exclaims, then clapping a large hand onto your shoulder: "Thanks for the class take over yesterday by the way, I know it's annoying when I cancel last minute but I've settled Nanamin back in now, so what do you say I take these for you, and let you guys have some nostalgic bonding time?"

In seconds, he grabs the pile from you, taking it into his arms, and yet again disappearing into thin air. Sometimes you can't tell if his ridiculously long legs can just run so fast that it looks like the man teleports. Now you are left with Nanami. It feels a bit awkward, the sudden silence surrounding you. Until he clears his throat, looking you in the eyes as he says: "It's good to see you, l/n-san."

His voice is so smooth and deep that you wish you could drown in its timbre.

"You too, Nanami-kun."

The air is enveloped in silence once again. Where do you two even start? There is too much to ask, and even more to answer. You choose to speak up again, opting for an icebreaker about coping with Gojo, at which Nanami cracks a few smiles and even chuckles. The casual conversation stretches for ages, as you both stroll out of the school gates, deciding to sit at a café to properly converse. It's beyond delightful as you settle into your seats near the storefront, sunlight falling perfectly across the table you are sitting at. His golden hair is particularly lustrous as it shines from the sun's rays and you can't help but notice the change there, too. “You know, Nanami-kun..”, you start, crossing your ankles underneath your bar stool and leaning forward slightly. He hums lowly in response, urging you to continue. “This new hairstyle looks really good on you.”

He clearly wasn’t expecting the light compliment, as Nanami struggles to maintain his calm composure whilst gulping down the remainders of his coffee.

“I... changed it a while ago, what about it?”

“No longer the emo you used to be huh?” you snicker at him, and a smile etches onto his face in response, as he tilts his head a little lower. You watch a few strands of his blond hair fall onto his forehead with this movement, feeling your heart catch onto the rough edges of your rib cage, almost beating out of it. The chambers expand, almost puncturing themselves when he raises his muscled arm so he could push it out of his face and leans his head back, all while still looking at you.

“You’re staring.” "I know.” “Well, your coffee is getting cold.” “Ah. Guess we should probably take leave soon then; we have stayed for a good,” -checking your watch - “forty minutes.” A gentle hum of agreement resounds from him, and both of you start to stand, gathering your empty cups and plates. It had most definitely been a great time with Nanami whilst spending time together. You got your chance to catch up, reminisce, and have a laugh all in the name of being coworkers. And that was the problem; You almost couldn’t take it anymore. The hidden feelings almost burst from the tired dam of time, threatening to spill over. It really had been too long.

“Kento.” “Yes.” He sounds almost breathless at the sound of his first name leaving your lips. “When will I see you again?” “Around the school, of course. I’m not returning to that damned office once more in my life-” “No, Kento. I want to see you again... as in ...” “On a date?" A rush of paroxysm floods your veins - you feel lightheaded and dizzy as he breathes in response, "Y/n... yes. Please."

“I was going to ask you one evening, but then the right moment had passed, and I thought we could just never happen after all of that time.” Both of you are obviously replaying the same memory in your head, of that very scene of you and him. Slowly brushing the hair away from his face, leaning into each other. He was going to ask you out, back then?

Nanami Kento had a marvellous memory. Because that same night, you had suggested the very haircut he insists on wearing to this day. The 16-year-old version of you turned out to be right - it looked good on him.

“Kento, how on earth do you match absolutely everything when you dress up?”

He quirked an eyebrow in response, baffled.

“Simply using the colour wheel...? Yellow and blue are complimentary, contrary to many’s beliefs.”

“That and literally everything about you. You really are the 7:3 sorcerer to a T! There’s your birthday, your technique, and even the name of your haircut... you need to quit being so perfect,” you whine, pouting at your boyfriend of now six months.

“Baby,” he drawls, “You’re the one who is perfect for me.” He was never going to tell you that you were the reason he preserved the same undercut. It was a pleasant coincidence that it just so happened to fit with his overall image so well. It did humor him a little though, that you hadn’t figured this out yet.

After adjusting the patterned tie of his suit behind you in the mirror of your shared bedroom, Kento placed a quick kiss on your bare shoulder, running his hands along your hips in anticipation. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late to watch the sunset after dinner.”