To Anyone Who Uses One Of These Prompts- Feel Free To Tag Me : ), I Wanna Read All Of Them!

To anyone who uses one of these prompts- feel free to tag me : ), I wanna read all of them!

𑄹ྀི౿ ⠀ᅟ𓈒⠀KUNAWEEN 2024: ⠀31 days of sukuna x reader prompts⠀ᅟ۪⠀ ᰍ੭⠀⠀⁺

୨ৎ october 1 - october 31 ◟ ͜ ◞ hosted by: @chhos

how to participate﹐write a sukuna x reader drabble, fic or headcanon based on the prompt of the day｡ feel free to interpret each prompt however you wish! sfw, fluff and angst only, nsfw and other similar dark content is not prohibited! ⋆｡˚ 𝜗𝒞

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must be sukuna x reader ノtag the prompt you’re responding to as #kunaween2024 so others can find your workノhave fun and be creative ꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱⭑.ᐟ

៹ ♥︎ ⠂ᴥ ⠂prompts ꒱ྀི১ !!

throne — reader catches sukuna sitting on his throne, lost in thought.

fangs — sukuna teases reader about their fear of his sharp teeth.

possession — sukuna wraps his arm around reader, making sure everyone knows they're his.

scar — sukuna notices the healed scar from when his sharp claws accidentally nicked you.

blood — sukuna returns to reader covered in blood.

cursed touch — sukuna’s hand grazes reader’s skin, and they feel his cursed energy.

worship — reader teases sukuna by calling him their ‘king’ in a playful, affectionate way.

smirk — sukuna smirks when reader compliments him, but his eyes are soft.

hunt — sukuna shows off by catching something for reader.

tame — reader attempts to tame sukuna’s wild nature with surprising results.

kiss — sukuna finally gives in and kisses reader after they playfully beg for it.

destruction — sukuna lets reader witness his destructive power.

jealousy — sukuna gets adorably jealous when reader’s attention drifts to something else.

wrath — sukuna pretends to be angry, but reader can tell he’s just being playful.

monster — reader sees sukuna in his full form and must decide if they can still love him.

chains — reader makes them matching bracelets, binding them together in a sweet way.

heat — sukuna still craves to be held even when it's too hot in his domain.

command — sukuna “commands” reader to take a nap with him, pulling them close.

mark — sukuna gives reader a small, bite as a symbol of his possessiveness but plays it off cooly.

laughter — sukuna’s rare, genuine laughter catches reader off guard.

feast — sukuna invites reader to a lavish feast, unknown of his cannibalistic diet.

nightmare — sukuna comforts reader after a particularly frightening nightmare.

domination — sukuna playfully orders reader to rest, taking charge of their comfort and making sure they relax.

power — sukuna gently shows reader how to use a bit of cursed energy, guiding them.

quiet — a rare quiet moment between sukuna and reader reveals something softer.

fury — sukuna goes on a rampage when reader is hurt.

pride — sukuna expresses his pride in reader, though his tone remains cocky.

obsession — reader realizes just how deep sukuna’s obsession with them runs.

betrayal — sukuna feels betrayed by something reader does, and they must fix it.

reunion — after a long time apart, sukuna and reader are finally reunited.

eternity — sukuna promises reader they will be his forever, for better or worse.

♥︎ fics can be inspired by or used directly from the prompt list with credit! make sure to tag #kunaween2024 and have fun writing ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ‿ ݂۫ ׄ ༊࿔

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Want me a man like dis

Summary: You and your ex-husband Nanami have a good relationship. Even after the divorce you remained good friends and even better co-parents. Babysitting for one another isn’t out of the usual, and talking about your newest relationships isn’t strange either— but when you show up at his doorstep after a particularly nasty date it leads you both to wonder if your relationship is really truly over for good.

Cw: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, small mentions of cheating, you and Nanami have a kid together, girl dad Nanami, hair pulling, consent king Nanami, aftercare !!!

“Fine! Fucking leave!” You yell, your voice cracking as cold rain pierces your skin.

That asshole. That shitty excuse of a man your boyfriend of two weeks, left you on the side of the road. Alone. In the middle of a late summer storm.

But what did you really expect to happen? The red flags were all neatly lined up for you. Sure maybe the fact that he smelt like a different woman’s perfume every time you met should’ve set you off, but maybe you were just over thinking it! Maybe he was a little too handsy for a man you just started dating, and maybe he was a little rude to waitresses, and bartenders, and you— but your last straw was calling him out on his empty threats. ‘I’ll leave you-‘ for this ‘I’ll shut your ass up’ for that. God did he ever stop talking. You snapped; telling him that if you pissed him so much then why didn’t he just drop you off on the side of the road. The only time he’d ever followed through… and it had to be now.

Low rumbles of thunder sound in the distance, blending with the pop of his engine as he speeds away. Inside your head is a loud jumbled mess of ‘where the fuck am I?’ and ‘who does he think he fucking is?’ but all of that sound is ultimately drowned out by that heavy pitiful feeling tugging at your heart. Angry tears prickle at the backs of your eyes as you walk, your heels crunching pebbles and walking through puddles, carrying you to the only place you know by heart. To the only man who you know wouldn’t leave you stranded.

If the night were to play out correctly you wouldn’t be showing up till noon the next day, even when dates did go wrong you never made it his problem. You were divorced after all, your love life mishaps stopped being his problem a while ago. Okay that isn’t entirely true… Nanami comes over to your house once a week for family dinner. After your little girl is tucked away in her bed and the dinner dishes have been done do you two sit alone at the table, drinks in hand as you catch up. Talking about your kid wasn’t the only topic of discussion. Friends, gossip, dates, normal adult conversation. The topic of dating other people because less and less embarrassing as the years flew by. Like the amazingly wonderful co-parenting duo you are— you came up with the babysitting agreement. Nanami happily took your daughter for the night so you could relax and bask in the company of anyone you wanted. He cherished every minute he got with his little girl, it was never a disappointment when you texted him asking if he could take her for the night.

Lost in the depths of your own mind you aimlessly walked down the dark and dreary road. Void of people, void of light. The only sound the pattering of rain and the rumbles of thunder.

Static buzzed in your ears as you slid into the empty apartment lobby, your soggy heels clacking against the neat polished floors. Your tears fizzled into a pale anger that burned the back of your throat as you pressed his floor number on the elevator. The only good thing about this entire situation, you think, is that the rain washed away the feeling of his hands on your skin. The scent of him clinging to your clothes. All gone. Washed down the sewage drain with the unpleasant memory of him.

Softly, you knocked on his door. It’s well past eleven, he should be asleep, but you know him better than that.

Nanami slowly opens the door, his brows furrow as his eyes meet yours. Concern painting his face.

You don’t have the energy to answer his unsaid questions, so instead you silently squeeze past him, kicking your wet heels off at the door. The air-conditioned room sends shivers up your soaked spine, littering your skin in goosebumps as you carry yourself to his liquid cabinet. Your fingers find the key he keeps hidden on the top of the rich oak cabinet, quickly pushing it into the lock and twisting. You’re on a mission as you blindly grab a bottle, bumping the door closed with your hip before turning to his rack of expensive drinking glasses, plucking two and setting them onto the counter with a soft clink.

He watches you pop the cork as quietly as you can, pouring the expensive liquid into two glasses, pushing one towards him without a word as you bring the sparklingly clear glass to your gloss smeared lips.

Married for four years, divorced for two, he knows the crinkle of your nose and the subtle twitch in your eye means one thing— you’re fuming. Beyond mad. If there was a word for that level of anger he’d use it to describe you in this moment.

He knows better than to ask what’s wrong, so instead he drinks with you; listening to the wall clock tick, to your nails tap against marble countertop, to the soft melody flowing from his record player. Darkness envelops you both, the only light combing from his little yellow reading lamp. It’s hardly enough to aluminate your faces, but the flicker of amber reflects in your fiery eyes.

“I think I got dumped.” You mutter, swishing the dark liquid around in your glass. You don’t wait for him to respond as you groan, willing the anger to subside and for the chill in your skin to vanish.

The crackle of the record prickles your ears just as much as the cool night air prickles your skin, filling your veins with ice as you continue to drink.

Nanami watches you, your hair drips onto your shoulders, your mascara streaky and your lips smudged. Disheveled and shivering in his kitchen. Filled with that unmistakable blinding anger you hold with such grace. If he was still your husband his hands would be wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him in a slow lazy sway to the soft music playing. But he isn’t your husband anymore. The word ‘ex’ stopped leaving a bad taste on his tongue a while ago— you’ve both worked around your usual ways to comfort one another and made them more friendly more… pg.

He pushes his glasses up into his hair, putting his glass down softly and disappearing into the dark hall. But you don’t notice. Not when your stomach pulls, not when your head is swimming with so many useless thoughts— thinking of the waisted days, waisted nights. Ugh even waisted money. All on some asshole—

“The bath is running, I left a towel out for you.” Nanami says as he reenters unnoticed, his voice soft and airy as he stops infront of you with a towelette. He tilts your chin to the side, your eyes scanning over his face as he cleans yours; he runs the cool wipe over your cheek, under your eyes and across your lips. He knows you’re more than capable, but still he handles you as delicately as humanly possible, swiping away stray hairs clung to your forehead and cheeks as if you would shatter under his fingers like the glasses you drank from.

He finishes, turning away to clean up the kitchen as you make your way towards the sound of running water.

The smell hits you before you push open the door; lavender scented suds decorate the surface of the water. Steam swirls into the air as you peel off your wet clothes— and for the first time tonight you were excited. Scolding water seeps into your skin as you step in, a tired groan escapes your lips as you sink farther in.

It’s funny how things change, how time passes and people grow apart, you think as you submerge your shoulders. Nanami used to run you baths almost every night, his small way of telling you how much he cherished you. Bubbles of every scent, bath oils and salts, candles and wine. The memory like a blanket as your skin tingles under the scolding water.

A soft knock at the door has your droopy eyes opening, “It’s unlocked.” You say, your voice horse and exhausted. Nanami softly cracks the door open, he walks in and places a small bundle of clothes onto the toilet lid, “You can wear these.” His clothes, a lounge shirt, too old sweatpants and a pair of boxers. You watched as he picked up your pile of sopping clothes, ringing the remaining water into the sink.

You’ve worn his clothes before. On laundry day, the morning after… an eventful night, even when you just missed him. That weird feeling in your stomach probably means nothing.

You watch him in the low light of the bathroom, his muscles rippling under his t-shirt as he works the water from the fabric in a comfortable silence.

“How was your night?” You ask, your fingers swirling through foamy bubbles. Nanami hums as he turns to face you; he rests against the sink, folding his arms across his chest. “Fine.” He says, his tone even as he scans your face.

It’s normal— seeing your ex wife soak in your bathtub, naked in your home for the first time in years. The thought makes Nanami shift slightly, his eyes focusing on the tile behind you. A safer option.

You mold the bubbles into little lumps, feeling his gentle gaze on you as if it’s normal again. Maybe tomorrow this memory will haunt you, make you burn up from the inside out. How oddly vulnerable the entire ordeal is. But for now you just smile softly, “what, you’re not going to ask me about my night?” You hum only half kidding.

Clearing his throat he turns back to the sink, “I assumed you wouldn’t want to talk about it.” Droplets of rainwater trickle down the drain as he squeezes the fabric again.

You don’t want to talk about it, so why did you even bother bringing it up?

You lean back, your eyes still glued to the fizzling bubbles in your palm and clinging to your skin. Where would you even start? Maybe how your date was ogling the waitress as soon as you got there, or maybe how he tried to gaslight you in the car, or how you have him the wicked suggestion to dump you onto the streets.

“Would you?” He asks, cutting through the silence, “Like to talk about it, I mean.”

Maybe you could talk about how your date never asked what you wanted. Or how he never called you gorgeous, just because. Maybe you could bring up how he only ever seemed to want you a little more when other women wouldn’t look his way.

There’s a line, right? Between ex’s and friends? There’s things you shouldn’t talk about past a certain point. Yet you still got excited to tell him about small insignificant things. Like the amazing bagel you had for breakfast, or how you and your daughter watched the most gut wrenching animated movie the night before and cried way more than she did; the small things you never seemed to tell your other partners. But you were friends… right? That’s what this was. A friendship.

You hum, “let me wash my hair first.” Nanami takes his cue, collecting your still wet clothing and leaving the bathroom.

You dip your head under the rapidly cooling water after heating the door click closed. The soft hum and the slight pop as the water envelops you like a liquid blanket, drawing you in as you hold your breath.

✮ ✮ ✮

His clothes seem to always sag on you, no matter your size they always felt so big. The cold hardwood floor sends a shiver up your spine as you step through the quiet hall. Nanami sits in his arm chair, your unfinished glass waiting for you on the coffee table, the record has been changed, joined with the soft hum of the drier now running, the warm yellow light still flickers away.

A time capsule of peace, this was your life. Coming home and reading your respective books on opposite sides of the room, or maybe together on the sofa huddled close together— but why’re you thinking about that now? Ugh it nags at you as you sit down, your body suddenly heavy as the plush couch pulls you in.

“What time is it?” You ask as you give in to exhaustion, your eyes fluttering shut and your head lulling back. You hear Nanami close his book, “2:45am.”

You sigh, digging the heels of your palms into your tired eyes, “Shit.” Despite the pang of unmet hunger in the pit of your stomach, despite the exhaustion gnawing at you, despite everything that’s happened tonight— you giggle. The sound startling another one out of you as you curl in on yourself, “god what a fucking night.”

Nanami gazes at you, drowning in his t-shirt, absolutely hysterical— with what he wonders.

“That asshole—“ you start, your wet hair clinging to your face as you roll your head to face him, “never once asked me what I wanted.”

He nods, and you continue, “not when we went out for dinner, not when we grabbed drinks, not when we fucked—“ your hands fly up on a silent groan, “who does that?” The question far above a whisper.

Nanami was many things— always busy, always working, but he never neglected you or your needs. That’s one thing you could never replace in your newer partners, his attentiveness.

“People are greedy.” He says, pushing his glasses up as he gently places his forgotten book onto the coffee table. “They—“ should he say this? Should he even be thinking it? But you’re friends… friends… comfort each other. “They don’t know how to please you in the ways you want crave— need. They never take the time.” His voice a husky whisper.

You groan, tired and not thinking as you go to continue complaining, “Like you know what I want.” The words come out with an edge you never meant to put there.

“I’m not saying that—“

“You might as well be, I never asked for your input, it was rhetorical.” You snap, the words clawing their way out before you can stop them. Was it pent up anger that made you stand up? Or maybe that simmering unmet lust burning deep in your gut that made you walk in front of him, challenging him, begging him wordlessly. Or maybe it was that deep history, etched into your bones, your body craving his forgotten touch.

He stares up at you, his legs spread wide, his arms gripping the armrests. His breathing slows, his eyes set on yours in a heated stare.

“Do you know what I want?” You ask, voice low, your words crackle with need. “Did you ever know what I wanted?“

Nanami knew you like the back of his hand. You liked when he’d go down on you, legs spread wide by his strong hands. You liked to pull his hair when he’d bite at your neck, so he grew it out. You liked when he’d ruin you with just his tongue while he held your small hand in his much larger one. He knew every freckle on your body, every stretch mark, every hair. He knew what your moods meant, when you were silently begging to be split apart on his cock.

He knew what you wanted more than you did.

The record keeps spinning as he rises, his body towering over you, his voice rumbles deep in his throat, “You know the answer… but tell me—“

You swallow thickly, your body stiffens as he brushes your drying hair from your shoulder, his face lowers, his hot breath fans over the damp shell of your ear sending goosebumps flying across your skin. “As long as we’ve been apart… have you ever wished… it were me between your legs?”

Your eyes flutter, just like your heart as you press your palms into his firm chest. Did you? You stand there, your fingers pressing harder into his clothed skin as you wrack your brain. Maybe you have been comparing your partners to him, maybe that’s by you can’t keep one— fuck maybe that’s why you got yourself kicked out of a car tonight. But his breath is so hot against your skin, you can feel his hands hover above your hips. You both know what you want, you both know what you need.

“If I said no,” your voice breathy, “would you believe me?”

He laughs, the sound brings a slime to your lips as his forehead falls to your shoulder. In this moment it seems so simple, feels so familiar. And maybe that’s all you need tonight.

“Is it… okay if I touch you?” He asks, that sentence hasn’t been heard in years, you’d almost forgotten how wet it makes you. Almost.

You nod, your palms slowly sliding up his chest and around his neck.

That light moment slowly fading before your eyes as he presses his lips to the exposed skin below your ear. “Words.”

“Yes dammit you know I hate when you—“

You choke on your words as he pulls back, his hand threading with your damp locks and craning your head back. Your eyes frantically search his, the reading lamp the only light reflecting off of them.

Nanami’s usual gentleness is gone as he stares you down. “You need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” One hand cradles your cheek, the other tugs at your hand, begging to be held.

Before you can answer he’s pulling you with him, leading you to his bedroom. The darkness of the apartment swallows you both as you enter the room, the music fading, the sounds of your eager breath becomes the only sound ringing in both of your ears.

He doesn’t waste time sliding his warm hands underneath your shirt, pulling you closer to him as his lips crash into yours.

Everything about him invades your senses, the taste of his lips, his touch, the smell of him— all of it makes you clench your thighs together as his fingers press into your soft skin.

“I forgot—“ Nanami’s lips trail a path down your throat, his fingers sliding under the waistband of the boxers you’re wearing, “how incredible you look in my clothes.” His boxers, his shirt, his sweatpants— all of it reeks of him— the overwhelming scent of his cologne makes you dizzy as the pads of his fingers teasingly brush against your clit. The tips of your ears burn as you choke down a moan, your own fingers tangling into his combed blonde hair.

He makes a quiet ‘tsk’ before biting your neck, a soft nip before he’s licking the pain away, “quiet—“ lithe fingers sink slowly into you, “or I stop.”

Lust clouds every rational thought swirling around inside of your brain as you nod frantically, desperate for him to continue.

“Good girl.” Your hips grind down onto his fingers, clit brushing against his palm with an infuriating lightness. Not enough. Never enough. A soft whine of frustration sounds in the back of your throat. His free hand sneaks up your throat, his fingers dancing across your jaw, this thumb pulling at your plump bottom lip. A groan—husky and raw sounds deep in his chest as the diget slips past your lips into your warm wet mouth. Hot and slick as he presses the pad of his thumb down onto your tongue.

Dark eyes meet yours in the inky black of his room, “get on the bed.”

He pulls out of you, turning away from you before you can beg him to continue. Nanami rushes to the door, his feet light as he gently clicks it closed. You’re too busy peeling off his boxers to notice him lick a long stripe up his slick fingers, but you hear the sound he makes. He groans as his tongue licks every last drop of you from his fingers.

You sink onto the bed just as he flicks on a small lamp, your body cast in that familiar pale yellow glow. Nanami however is a silhouette before you, warm light framing his every move. Clenching around nothing you watch him peel his shirt off, the sound of his pants following suit. You crawl backward in search of the headboard, his hands grasp your ankles and in one quick yank you’re back at the edge. You instinctively clamp your thighs together as he sinks to his knees, hands prying your legs apart. “Don’t run from me, show me what I’ve been missing.” He whispers, his gentle voice sending shivers down your spine and to your waiting cunt. And he notices. You’re spread wide with his hands trailing torturously gentle shapes into your skin.

He feels so pathetic. He’s harder than he’s ever been as he gazes at your weeping pussy splayed out for him, leaking down your ass and onto his freshly washed sheets. How long will he just stare at you, mouth watering as you bite down hard on your bottom lip while your legs tremble under his feather light touch.

“Kento-“ you mumble, “this is embarrassing stop teasing m—“ you gasp at the sudden sensation. His lips find your swollen clit without fail, the familiarity slowly rising back to the surface. He mumbles against you, his words muffled and sending shivers straight through you as his fingers prod at your dripping hole.

It’s torture you think. The way he flattens his tongue against your throbbing clit, fingers sliding in with ease as you clasp your hand around your mouth. Lips trembling as you choke down moan after moan.

Nanami’s always been a tender lover, putting your needs above his own— it’s nice to know that hasn’t changed as you dig your heels into his mattress, thighs trembling and back arching ever so slightly as he bullies his fingers into you again and again. The desperate depraved moans you choke down slip out as small squeaks that have Nanami leaking through his boxers.

He can’t take it— how warm you are against his fingers, juices leaking down his arm, his tongue working in ways he’d forgot possible. He moans against you one final time before pulling off, licking his lips clean as you prop yourself up onto your elbows.

“Ken—“

“Turnover” his voice deep and laced with utter desperation as you watch him tuck his thumbs under the electric of his boxers.

It was like a game, waiting to see who will crack first as he peels away that last layer of fabric. He’s throbbing and so painfully hard under your watchful gaze. Your eyes taking in every vein, admiring that upward bend that had to seeing stars countless times— not even a foot away from you now.

“Can I-“ suck you off.

Large hands pull you forward, “Later.” That inhuman strength has you spinning, landing on your stomach with a startled yelp.

You push yourself up, arms trembling as he reaches over you and snatches a pillow. “W-wait, I wanted to—“ you go to stutter in protest only for his palm to press down firmly on your back, right between your shoulder blades. One second your hips are pressed into the soft bedsheets— the next they’re held high in the air only supported by his brutal grasp.

Your senses are on fire. Your cheek is pressed into a pillow that smells so much like his shampoo, your thighs covered in your cooling slick, all you can hear is your own hammering heart and jagged breaths as his hands slide over you. One trailing up the small of your back, sneaking over your shoulder blades and stopping at your nape. The other holds you up by the hips as he slots his cock between your slick folds with a sickeningly low groan.

Nanami presses his chest against your back, you can feel his heart, feel his body heat, you can practically taste the sweat that already adorns his face as his lips hover over the shell of your ear. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” He whispers, his voice so husky you can feel the rumble slide down your throat and live in your ribcage. You nod frantically, “Fine, okay you have my word— fuck—hurry up already! Please-please-please—“ you whine, a memory that will have your cheeks the richest shade of red come tomorrow.

“Good girl,” he hums, his tip slowly enters you with an infuriating slowness that has you gripping the sheets under you. “You learned how to use your words, m’proud of you angel.” He moans as he wills himself to go slowly, he wants to savor the way you clench around him again, savor the way you gush at his gentle praise.

One twitch of your hips and you’d be completely split open, and somehow that’s what you need. You press yourself into his sheets, rocking your hips back into him with that impatience that pissed him off and made him even harder.

More.

More.

More.

You groan, your lip bitten and raw as you beg. “Ken—“

His chest still rests against your back as he litters your neck in open mouth kisses, “I know, Angel.” His teeth graze the flesh of your neck to feel you tremble under him. “Be patient for me.”

It’s so hard to obey when he’s moving so deliberately slow— drawing it out so you feel every vein, every twitch, every slight stutter of his hips when you whine into the pillow under you. You don’t know how hard it is for him not to grab a fist full of your hair and press your face into the sheets— how hard it is for him not to snap his hips into yours at such a brutal pace it gives you a lip the next day. He needs to hear you scream his name until your lungs burn and your hands cramp from clinging onto him with the last of your strength.

Next time he thinks. Next time you’ll be all alone, folded in half under him with your pretty little face staring up at him as he fucks you again and again.

“So good for me.” He moans into your ear as his hips finally meet the swell of your ass. “So good.” He bites your neck, stifling a moan as you clench around him.

Nanami kisses the pain away as he pulls out halfway and then slowly entering again. And again. And again.

The feeling of him so deep in your gut has you panting, trembling and clawing at his pillow. Your hands ache from clinging to anything you can reach, but you’re afraid if you didn’t occupy yourself you’d scream, so completely under his control it drives you insane. You’re so focused on breathing and willing yourself not to be too loud that you don’t feel one of his hands leaving your body only to wrap around your wrist, his thumb circling your skin in time with his movements.

Slow and lazy strokes turn into quick sloppy thrusts, the soft squelch of your mixed arousal becoming louder in your ears. All you can hear is Nanami’s low groans next to your ear and the subtle squeak of the bed frame and it has your head spinning.

“Ken—“ you moan, teeth imbedded in your bottom lip.

He reminds that eager little yelp in your tone even when it’s being suppressed. You’re close already. So so close.

He sneaks his other hand under you, trailing it down your stomach as the other tightens around your wrist. 

Even if he can read you, he needs to know. To hear it drip from your lips and into the heated sizzling air. “What do you need? Tell me—fuck— tell me what you need.”

Your stomach flutters, ears burning and legs trembling as you whine. So high pitched and pathetic it has him reeling on top of you, his cock throbbing at the sound of pure desperation.

“M’so close— Kento please I need—fuck fuck fuck—“ you shudder as you feel the heat of his palm hovering over your clit. “Need to cum—“

His fingers hone in on your pulsing bud before the words even finish leaving your lips.

Who is he to deny you that high?

Maybe you’ve been so unknowingly pent up, or maybe you just craved his touch that much— but as soon as the rough pads of his fingers sought you out you felt your back bow, your lips tremble and you’re turning your hand palm up to intertwine your fingers with his as the coil in your gut tightens.

Nanami’s face scrunches as he feels your pussy tighten around him. You squeeze his hand, you tremble under him and moan and drool onto his pillow. His bed might’ve smelt like him this morning but tonight it drips with you. The body he’s craved ever since his eyes met yours for the very first time— his pace quickens.

“Cum for me,” he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “Please— I need you to— fuck— I need it.” He whimpers, words trembling as his fingers quicken, his hand could fall off for all he cared. He needed this. He needed you.

He’s whined before, but now in this moment it sounded so sinful. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his now damp hair touch your cheek, you could feel his breath and if you opened your eyes— see the bead of sweat trickle down the curve of his nose.

His gruff voice sounded so sweet as he begged you, pleaded with you to cum around his cock.

You nodded, frantic.

The only warning your body allows is a shiver that shoots up the base of your spine as you cum. White flashes behind your eyelids as you bite into the pillow, your teeth threaten to pop a seam as you ride our your violent high through choked sobs.

Nanami cums after you, your tight walls spasming around him as he pumps you full with a groan that hangs heavy in the sticky air.

It takes everything he has left not to collapse on top of you as he eases his way out. Leaning back he watches as his cum oozes out of you, and with gentle fingers he pushes it back in, watching the way you writhe as overstimulation knocks on your door.

With a fuzzy head you allow him to carefully lay you on your back. His hand cups your cheek as he presses a parting kiss to your forehead. You hardly register his absence till you feel him part your legs, a warm towel glides up your legs and you hum at the cozy feeling of it. The familiar comfort he brings you is something you’ve missed. Nanami takes his time cleaning you up before he urges you under the covers. You sleepily comply.

Sleepily. Who knew his dick would be your melatonin again, you think to yourself as you tuck yourself farther into his bed with a content sigh. Before sleep can fully grasp you, you feel Nanami’s strong arms pull you to his chest, his nose buried in the crook of your neck once more. It isn’t long before you fall asleep in his arms, in the pitch black of his room, in a bed that smells like black coffee and lavender, just like you used to. It’s so familiar, so inviting and whole.

Maybe your next boyfriend will be better than the last guy. In fact… maybe he’ll be just like your ex-husband.

In which you officially become a couple.

Inumaki Toge has a crush on you.

Technically, it's not weird.

Technically he's 'allowed' to. 

You're engaged after all. Even though you're much too young to get married anytime soon, and even though you are arranged by your clans after all.

Still, he can't help but feel nervous around you. His cheeks tinting pink whenever you talk about something passionately, your smile brightening up his days. He's too young to understand actually loving someone yet, but he's well aware that he very much likes you.

However, he has no idea how to tell you, or let you know.

Thinking about telling you has his hands getting sweaty and cause a fierce blush to spread across his face.

Besides, he can't talk to you. Not like a normal person at least. No matter how much he wants to. Apart from saying your name, he still has to stick to onigiri ingredients.

Communication between the two of you has been getting better, but you're learning to understand without him translating on his phone.

He doesn't mind translating. He often types out entire texts of speech for you when you're having a conversation about something interesting. But it does make communicating his feelings harder.

He wants the words to come from him directly, not by him showing you his phone screen and blinking at you nervously. He has to figure something out.

Body language will have to do, he supposes. He can't tell you, but perhaps he can show you.

Or maybe, he just needs to ask a certain someone for advice. Someone who has probably asked out a lot of girls before.

-

Gojo Satoru blinks at his future student in surprise.

" What?" 

He's heard of Toge's engagement to you. How could he not? He's one of the big three clans after all. 

However, of all things, he doesn't understand the hassle. You're already engaged. Why not just immediately get married? Besides, of all things he's expected Toge to ask, this had been the very last one.

" Just ask her- "

Toge has to blink in annoyance for Satoru to understand.

" Oh. Right. Okay, new plan!"

-

A few days later, that plan is finally put into action.

You're not in the same schools, so you're meeting up after school. He's already waiting for you at the park, in the city near your school. In his hands, he holds a chinese lantern plant. Originally, Gojo's plan included flowers, but he didn't necessarily like flowers. They weren't permanent. These were. They'd blossom along with your love. Hopefully for a very long time- Unless you'd reject him.

He swallows, hoping the best.

" Toge!" 

Turning his head from where he had been staring at the plant, he turns to face you, a smile immediately taking over his features. He shifts the plant to one of his arms, using the other to take your palm in his in greeting, his thumb soothing over your skin.

You smile at him, the tips of your ears turning pink like they always do when he has his full attention on you.

" Hi. Oh, that's a pretty plant, what's it for?"

" Salmon cod roe."

' Wait.' 

You blink, watching as he fumbles through his pockets. Eventually, he pulls out an envelope. You're not stupid, nor oblivious. You've caught onto his interest in you since the start. Besides, admittedly, you've grown to like him too.

Nearly a year has passed since you first met him, and you're pleased to say that he's the sweetest person you've ever met. He's considerate, attentive, and kind. (Not to mention extra sweet when you're on your period.) Truthfully, you like spending time with him, and you want to be closer to him too.

He hands you the envelope, his eyes wide as he signals for you to open it.

You do so.

' Dear Y/N,

I know our engagement is arranged and that you were originally not looking forward to spending the rest of your time with someone you couldn't choose yourself. I also know that we originally agreed to see how things go, and to be honest, I like how things are going. I like spending time with you. I like how you're learning my own language, and that it's not holding you back from spending time with me, and I really like who you are as a person. I'd like to spend more time with you. You're always running through my mind, and I want to be with you all the time.You're sweet, but also playful and patient. I'm sorry I can't tell you because of Cursed Speech, but I really like you  and want to be with you, because we want to, and not because we're arranged.

Ps. Please don't feel forced to return my feelings because of our engagement

Pps. The plant is for you. I've been told that pretty girls like pretty flowers, and this one made me think of you : ) '

By the end of his heartfelt letter, Toge is much more nervous than before, and you're grinning widely.

" I'd love to be with you!" You beam, jumping at him and pulling him into a hug.

He lets out a breath of relief, pulling you in close and returning your affection gladly.

Finally, he gets to call you his girl.

Extra:

" Okay, easy, this is what you gotta do!" 

Toge is listening attentively to his future teacher.

" First! Get an airplane. I don't remember where you can get one, but there's one that like flies those banners- Which brings me to two! Which is actually one, but whatever. Get a banner. Or make one. One of those cheese ones that simply says 'go out with me' should do the trick. Three! Which actually could be zero, but- rose petals. Everywhere. Girls love that. You can choose any location, but a beach should be great, even though that's really far away. Might want to drive there. Last, maybe hire a mariachi band. Or like a violin player-"

Toge blinks at Gojo as he continues talking. Toge is only 14. How would he even be able to afford any of that?

" Bonito flakes."

Gojo glances at him, finally shutting up. He rolls his eyes, before shrugging his shoulders.

" Ah right, you're only fourteen. Then maybe go for the easy route. Flowers and ask her out. Maybe you can hold the banner up yourself?" 

Or, maybe a love letter? Girls like that, right?

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Chapter 17: Death Sentence

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 2.7k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, your Sukuna X Reader, Megumi X reader

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Manga Spoilers: Chapter 138-142

You sigh, worry overtaking your expression as you notice Yuuji sitting there on the staircase. However, you don't approach him.

" Do you think I was too rude? By pushing him to allow us to tag along?" 

From beside you, Sukuna glances at you in annoyance.

" The brat should be grateful you're even willing to stick around him after that shit he pulled in the first place."

You sigh.

" That wasn't him, Sukuna. That was you."

He glances at you again, his brows pulled together in mild confusion.

By now, he understands that the other Sukuna is completely different. A 'King of Curses' apparently,  but that doesn't mean that he actually understands. 

" Nuh uh. I don't have cursed energy." 

You glance at him in mild annoyance.

" Not you, no. But other you-"

" Like Coraline?-"

" Yes, Ryomen Sukuna, not Itadori Sukuna." 

" Still that ain't me.-"

You huff, groaning in annoyance, and finally, your best friend drops the attitude.

" Fine, fine. I get it. Yuuji and Ryomen work different. Still. I nearly lost you. I don't accept that shit. If Yuuji lets Ryomen out again, I will be forced to make a choice I don't actually want to make." 

You nod at him, sighing as you lean your head against his shoulder. Like always, he doesn't mind. Not necessarily reinforcing your affection, but not pushing you away either. Secretly enjoying having you close like this.

Truth to be told, he knows who he would pick. Originally, he had viewed this universe's Yuuji the same as the brother he grew up with, but he's not. He can see that Yuuji doesn't trust him. It's annoying. Especially how several people only look at him and see a monster.

Sukuna doesn't even realize it when he's lost in thought, blankly staring at you.

" What? Is there something on my face?"

He blinks, lazily, and flicks your forehead, not saying a thing.

Yuuji walks past the two of you before you can yell at your best friend.

" Let's go."

-

The plan is easy.

Yuuji and Choso form a team, and you and Sukuna form a team.

Currently, both Yuuji and Sukuna are on the bridge. They'll clap, and sprint each one way. Sukuna will run to you, Yuuji will lure the other curses hiding in the water towards Choso.

Easy as that.

Sukuna glances at this universe's version of his twin, noting he's been staring at him.

" What?" 

Yuuji blinks. Sukuna appears annoyed, his voice gruff as his brows furrow together in annoyance.

Yuuji shakes his head, not really knowing why he was staring at him for a second either. You trust him. Yuuji supposes he should too.

He takes a deep breath, raising his arms. At once, both boys clap.

For a moment, silence follows, and then the curses jump up out of the river. Both boys sprint in the opposite direction. 

" Aye Little Shit!" 

Your eyes widen as you notice the cursed spirits who seem to follow them. They're huge.

" Where'd you even find these?!" 

You can reach out to the water flowing in the river, and you do so, creating several sharp, high speed whirring circles of water, you use them to cut through the ugly curses, exorcising them one by one.

Sukuna raises a brow, nodding his head at your quick, clean work.

" That was neat. You've gotten better at your silly circles."

You nod.

" Yeah, well, this universe certainly has a way of forcing one to get better. You'll see." 

He hums.

" Let's head back to the other two."

Barely a few moments later, you join Choso and Yuuji.

" As impressive as ever, little brother. " 

" You're still calling me that?" 

You blink at Choso's words, and Yuuji's reaction, but decide not to comment on it.

" I'll keep calling you that, over and over. Try to recollect. After all, your father had stitches on his forehead too, correct?"

Yuuji doesn't get a chance to respond to that. Instead,-

" I don't see Megumi."

All four of you glance up, only to see Naoya Zen'In standing on a bridge over the road you're stood on.

Ew. 

Naturally, you hate Naoya. You've totally met him a handful of times due to clan formalities, and you've disliked coming across him in each of them.

" Am I the first one here?"

You blink. Why does he want Megumi?

" Is that possible? Is he that slow?"

Finally, he looks down on the four of you, although his eyes seem to be focused on Choso and Yuuji.

" What are you two doing? You totally stand out. Don't you want to run?"

Yuuji furrows his brow.

" Run?"

" Haven't you heard? Now that Satoru's support is gone, your death sentence is back on." 

From a few paces beside you, you can see Choso furrow his brows in anger. 

He most probably didn't know about it.

But then again, neither do you or Sukuna.

" Death sentence?"

Naoya's eyes turn to you, only now noticing you.

" Aah, a woman? How interesting. Didn't see you there."

You hate the smirk on his face as he looks at you. 

" Good for you. What death sentence?" 

" Ah- the day I swallowed the first Sukuna finger, the elders originally sentenced me to secret execution." 

You gape at Yuuji, as Sukuna makes an ugly expression.

" You're so soft you're allowing them to sentence you to death? They're old. Let's just find them and beat them up. It should shut them up."

You blink over your shoulder at Sukuna.

Originally, usually, you would be against this. Now however? You're totally game for this.

" I'm game for that-"

" Ryomen Sukuna? No, you're someone else."

Naoya Zen'In appears to be smarter than you had originally expected.

That sucks.

" Interesting.... Well, my business is with Megumi. I honestly don't care if any of you live or die. But I can't have you scampering around.. so I'll start by breaking your legs."

Yuuji doesn't appear to be concerned with the threat aimed obviously at him, Naoya's smirk evident as he looks at the younger kid.

" What do you want with Fushiguro?"

" I think I'll have him die. But it'd help if he wrote a little something for me first." 

Yuuji's eyes sharpen, and in a second, Naoya is in between Yuuji and Choso.

Your eyes widen, as does everyone else's.

" I heard Megumi is looking for you." 

It's all Naoya says before throwing a harsh punch at Yuuji, too quick for him to dodge. Choso is quick to try landing a punch back, but Naoya is quicker, blocking him with what appears to be ease. Finally, both Yuuji and Choso both aim to punch him, and suddenly, he's gone. Now stood on the other side of the road.

Your eyes widen. You've never actually had to fight Naoya before. Not to mention that the Naoya from your universe wouldn't fight you because you're a woman.

" I didn't know he was that quick."

Sukuna nods, readying his stance for a fight.

" Me neither. "

In response, Naoya's eyes sharpen as well.

" Shall I try... upping my speed?"

His edginess is abruptly cut off when an overbearing amount of cursed energy suddenly joins the scene.

Everyone's eyes widen, turning in the direction of the source. (Except for Sukuna, who is just really confused. He can't feel cursed energy nor see it the way you can after all.)

" Hm? You're not alone." 

Yuta Okkotsu has joined the scene.

Sukuna steps closer to you. 

" Just to be sure, he's on our side, right?" 

You shrug.

" In all honesty- I have no idea." 

" Who are you?"

Yuuji doesn't know him. That is most probably bad news.

Yuta's eyes flit over Choso, before also flitting over to you and Sukuna. In confusion, his eyes switch between Sukuna and Yuuji, the question obvious.

Aren't they supposed to be one person?

" So you're Yuuji's executioner?" 

Choso's question causes his gaze to slide away from you and your best friend.

Feeling ignored, Naoya raises his hands in the air.

" I'm on your side. You're Okkotsu, right?"

You can see the realization dawn in Yuuji's eyes.

" Why does Yuuji have an executioner?" 

Sukuna keeps his voice soft, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

" Because of other you, I think. I'm not all too sure."

He nods.

Naoya and Yuta seem to be catching up, with Naoya admitting himself to Yuta's side. 

Which leaves the worst conclusion. In this universe, Yuta is not on your side.

" You gotta run, Yuuji." 

Yuuji turns to Choso.

" Will you be alright?" 

" Yeah, I will. Sukuna'll stay with me. Y/N should go with you for cover. You're the one they want. Focus on getting away from the one with black hair, Okkotsu. My guess is that if you fight him, you die." 

Yuuji glances at you shortly. You nod, glancing back at him. Sukuna sighs, scoffing as he looks at Naoya.

" Whatever. Let's just get this over with." 

It's like his words put in a chain reaction.

Choso is technically the first to move, trying to use Piercing Blood to stop Yuta in time. Technically, Naoya moves before that, because he blocks Choso's attack. Yuuji is off sprinting, and honestly, you're left gaping. You forget that that guy can take off like a rocket. Sukuna bypasses you, calling out a short 'change of plans' as he tails after Yuuji. Which leaves you with Naoya and Choso.

Naoya has kicked Choso in the stomach, quickly followed by you as you manipulate the water in your water skin, creating a long whip like line of water and harshly bringing it down on Naoya. He gets pushed back, stumbling, but grins as he gains footing the same second.

" I saw you earlier.-"

Naoya is looking at Choso as he speaks.

"That was blood manipulation right? I don't know why you have that, but other than Piercing Blood, it's not that scary. And in order to use piercing blood, you need to converge.. which required time."

He's just thinking out loud, you realize.

" I don't need to say the rest for you to understand. This is checkmate. But you-"

Finally, his eyes turn to you.

You glare at him.

" You're a woman. You're worthless. But your technique... You might not be completely useless. How about this? Put away your silly abilities, leave that guy, and marry me. We'd have strong kids."

You barely manage to keep your eye from twitching.

Ew.

You manipulate the line of water into a circle around you, allowing it to spin on a high tempo, creating a weapon out of it again.

" How about you shut up for a second and let me beat your ass?" 

Naoya's smirk turns into a scowl.

-

Yuuji is quick. Yuta is quick too. But thanks to Sukuna's heavenly pact, he's quicker. The fight is a blur, but eventually Yuta pulls a move that beats Sukuna and his heavenly pact.

He's held back and left to watch as Yuta stabs the kid he recognizes as his twin right through the heart.

" Rika, hold onto that one for me just a little longer."

Obviously, Yuta means Sukuna with 'that one'. It annoys him. That, and why does Rika have to hold onto him?

Sukuna watches as Yuta crouches down, his touch lighting up.

" Reverse cursed energy?"

Yuta nods as he turns to him.

" Yeah. I'm on your side, but things are complicated now. I need you to trust me. And I need you to convince your girlfriend to trust me too." 

Sukuna's eyes narrow. In your universe, Yuta is someone he gets along with just fine. Not in a special way, but he'd call Yuta if he ever needed someone to back him in a fight. (Not that he'd ever need it- besides, you're always his first option.)

However, he knows too little to choose to take risks in this universe. And Yuta is someone he'd rather keep as a friend.

-

Naoya's technique is annoying. Back when you were younger, you remember him telling you proudly exactly how it worked, however, you only remember tiny details. Something about speed and picture frames.

The fight is fierce, and annoying. Naoya might be fighting alone, but he's still managing to beat Choso's ass while simultaneously keeping you at a distance. It's odd. Why wasn't he straight up fighting you? Perhaps he's exactly the same as the asshole from your universe.

Eventually, there's a moment between the fight again.

" Who are you?"

Choso's eyes narrow again.

" I'm the oldest of ten siblings." 

" That's no answer." 

And then Naoya is closing in on him again. This time, Choso manages to keep up, blocking him. Sadly for him, Naoya had expected that of him, and reacts quickly by avoiding Choso's hit and slamming him straight into a wall.

" You're such a pain in the ass. I thought it would be best to bring a weapon."

Your eyes sharpen as Naoya pulls out a knife. Choso's eyes focus.

" You're well prepared."

" Honestly, it isn't very cool for a sorcerer to walk around with a weapon. Would you mind not telling anyone? It's pathetic how my older brothers show them off."

Naoya's eyes turn to you.

" That question is meant for you too, sweetheart."

You charge at Naoya, however, to your embarrassment, he manages to not only catch your hit, but also flips your entire weight, sending you right to the other side of him.

You blink, before glancing over your shoulder. 

Naoya smirks at you.

" I don't need to know your name. You're just another woman. But I don't damage future toys."

You glare at him, moving to open your water skin. However, Naoya is quick, much quicker than you.

Within a second, your water skin is on the other side of the road. Your eyes widen for a split second, before you're pulling your fist into a punch, punching him hard, sending him a few steps back with the cursed energy imbued in it.

Naoya glares at you. Ah, now he's mad. Finally, now you'll fight him.

" Y/N."

You glance at Choso.

" Leave this to me." 

There's a question clear in your eyes, but you step back. Perhaps, you'll fight him some other time.

Naoya sneers at you, but before you can say a thing, Choso speaks.

" So you hate your brothers?"

You raise a brow at Choso's words.

" Yes that's right." 

You were already aware of it.

" But maybe it's because of them that you are who you are."

" Huh?"

They get into it a little deeper, but the fight continues soon enough. It's impressive (and worrisome), how much blood Choso loses as he continues, but then he pulls a move you've never heard of before. 

Blood convergence: Supernova.

Their fight appears to be wrapped up just like that.

You sprint over to the other side of the road , getting your water skin, and your blood runs cold when you turn back around.

Yuta walks in through a passageway, holding Yuuji by the scruff of his collar.

" Looks like you're hurt, Naoya."

Why are they on first name basis? And where is Sukuna?

[ A/N: Sorry sometimes I forget I write. Also Naoya is not a romance option.]

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"...alright. Just the usual ones? Night time too...and tampons. Don't ever apologise. Alright. We'll be home soon. I love you."

The mid-morning traffic, less frantic now than an hour before, shhhaaaahed around the car. From the passenger seat, Yuuji watched Kento with a fascination about to bubble over with suppressed laughter. Kento put the phone down. Yuuji, just a boy, grinned, almost teasingly at Kento.

"Tampons, huh, Nanamin?"

Kento looked to Yuuji, flicking the windscreen wipers on to rid the screen of drifting cherry blossom. His face remained neutral, sincerely questioning. Yuuji scoffed, bold as brass, before continuing.

"Jeez Nanamin...you're such a simp."

Kento's eyes narrowed, searching for meaning. He repeated, slowly, the word unfamiliar upon his tongue.

"...'simp'."

"You'd do anything for her, right?"

"Is that...a bad thing? You say the word, not that I know it, as if it's derogatory."

Kento tapped on his phone, and Yuuji backpedaled, his grin sliding away to a wide-mouthed grimace as he waved his hands in a fit of no, wait, I can explain. Kento appeared to be reading, his face growing dour. He huffed, one short puff of air from his nose. He tucked his phone away.

"Ah-- Nanamin-- I didn't mean--"

"A simp, hmm? Alright. Come along, Yuuji."

They drove. Yuuji bit his nails as he stared out into traffic. Kento was silent, calm.

And Kento took Yuuji on errands.

At the Conbini, Kento collected pads, tampons, snacks and pain relief.

"Do you have any of the night time ones?" Kento asked the assistant, holding up a pack of pads, unashamed, as Yuuji tried to sink into the floor, just a boy. As the assistant walked away, Kento asked Yuuji, calmly.

"Would a simp do this?"

"Ah...jeez, I...yeah, I guess so."

"Alright."

In the Florist's, Kento was meticulous with the sweating assistant, identifying only the finest blooms of your favourite wildflowers. He commandeered, insisting they were wrapped in brown paper, stamped with wax and tied with ribbons. Tapping his fingers on the counter, bored, Yuuji's reverie was once more broken by Kento's smooth timbre.

"Would a simp do this?"

Kento walked up beside Yuuji, with a spray of sweet botanicals in his arms. Yuuji squirmed beneath the schooling.

"Yeah, I...I reckon so. Probably."

"Splendid. Come along."

At the launderette, collecting your repaired jacket; "Would a simp do this?"

At your parents' house, dropping off a birthday card; "Would a simp do this?"

At Jujutsu High, filing some late paperwork for you; "Would a simp do this?"

In the car, calling Ijichi to cancel drinks the following night; "Would a simp do this?"

By the time Kento had completed his errands, Yuuji sulked, just a boy, begrudging how overboard Kento had gone, all because Yuuji had used slang that meant nothing apart from something Kento couldn't understand.

Yuuji stood back in the hallway, shucking his shoes off, as Kento walked ahead.

Yuuji's eyes darted up, to you, shocked to see that you were...a mess. You could hide the tears all you liked, but your puffy lips and salt-sore cheeks told of a whole day of crying. The dinner Yuuji usually enjoyed wasn't made. The fragrant candles that Yuuji usually enjoyed weren't lit. The curtains were closed.

Yuuji felt vicariously guilty for something he had not done, but he listened to yours and Kento's mumbled conversation.

"...sorry...so shit...haven't done anything...needed you...Yuuji must be hungry, I..."

"...shhh...done nothing wrong...Ijichi cancelled tomorrow anyway...order take-out...come here..."

Kento held you in a rustle of bags and brown-papered flowers. He did not begrudge the tear stains on his lapels. He looked at you as though your very blood ran divine, when you gave the flowers and bag of snacks a watery smile, pressing a salty kiss to Kento's cheeks before walking to the kitchen.

As Kento and Yuuji stood back, watching you swipe your tears away before beginning to fill a vase with Kento's wildflowers, Yuuji dawned upon the cusp of a bold new understanding. Kento felt it, this gentle yearning, and took Yuuji by the hand over the horizon.

Kento's voice was, slow, considered, and gut-wrenchingly sincere.

"Never deny yourself the beauty of loving someone without restraint, for the fear of vulnerability, Yuuji. Never let anyone taint the way love should guide and consume you. Because if loving wholeheartedly is weakness...you shouldn't want to be strong."

Yuuji watched the gentle golden thread of joy that Kento had woven through your sadness. He shuffled, his hands in his pockets, his peachy head tilted down as he kicked at his shoes.

"...yeah, I get you. I'll... I'll be a simp too, then. When I find the one. And...and I'll be proud of it."

Kento smiled, pressing a bag of snacks to Yuuji's chest.

"And I'll be proud of you."