A Walk In October ~ N.k X Reader Part 2

a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 2

“die with a smile ~ lady gaga and bruno mars”

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warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, angst

word count: 3k

part 1 here!

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The sound of your body hitting the floor was all Nanami could focus on. His hands tightening their grip on his signature cleaver as he put all of his force on exorcizing the curses in front of him. His adrenaline was at a level it had never been at his mind racing, the grunts leaving their bodies distracting him from dropping everything and coming to your aid.

“Why-”

Slice.

“Won’t-”

Shink.

“You-”

Slice.

“Assholes-”

Shink.

“Die!”

He grunted at every slice, his body moving fluidly avoiding the curses. Their sounds of demise sounded heavenly to his ears. The sensation of something burning his arm brought him back to his senses, taking notice of a giant dark blob of what he assumed was spit burning into his arm. Hissing at the sensation fighting through the pain.

This mission was supposed to be a walk in the park.

Quite literally.

All it took was one slice from Nanami before the curse was gone.

“Well… that was anticlimactic.”

“You can say that again.” He murmured, tucking his knife back into his holder turning to face you. The biggest smile he had seen on you was coating your face, as you practically jumped.

“You know what this means right!”

Nanami knew exactly what this meant.

“Ramen?”

“EXACTLY! Ramen time!” You whooped, your voice carrying throughout the empty park as you lifted both arms for a high five. The blonde could never deny you, sighing in feign annoyance high fiving both of your hands.

Almost as if on cue. The second your hands had touched the pair of you felt a shift in the air.

Cursed energy.

A lot of it.

An unbearing amount of it.

Bodies instinctively turned into defense mode, your hands in formation right under your chest while Nanami had swiftly pulled his blade back out. The only sound you could hear were the sounds of you and Nanami both shuffling your feet into the dirt.

Your arms brushed against his, taking a step forward to take a glimpse in the general area where you could sense the energy coming from.

Letting go of the breath you were holding in, your eyes adjusting to the darkness in no time due to your power. Knowing Nanami couldn’t see anything in front of him, subtly placing yourself halfway in front of him, the blinking eyes of the curses sent chills down your spine.

Cupping your hands together gathering any light coming from the moon above and any light nearby, throwing a multitude of balls of light into the air illuminating the area above you. What Nanami had last expected was to see a fleet of curses standing before him. His grip tightening on the dark wooden hilt, eyes flickering to your tense frame beside him.

At first you thought surely they must be incredibly weak. But upon further glance, you took notice of their different bodies. Cursing to yourself as you adjusted your footing.

“Nanami?”

“Yes?’

“Don’t do anything stupid, Nanami. I won’t hesitate to beat your ass,”

“Don’t worry about me… I won’t let them lay a finger on you.”

Your heart soared at his words, inhaling deeply as you both locked eyes one last time.

Almost like clock work, the curses before you lunged forward. Groans and grunts leaving their disfigured bodies, moving almost as a unit. A smirk made its way onto your face, fingers in position. Idly plucking the air before you like you had done many times before, your lights in the sky from only seconds before shooting thin strings out striking each curse you had set your eyes on.

I’ll let Kento have some fun too.

Opting to give him ⅓ of the curses, bringing yourself into the air with the help of your strings laughing at the sight of them lunging at you.

“Come on you fuckers. Come and get me.” Happily taunting them as you flowed through the air. Eyening Nanami swiftly moving through the curses, a soft hum leaving your lips never taking your eyes off the curses who maneuvered with your every step. Fingers never halting their movements as they ran through the curses.

Binding them.

Slicing them.

Spiking straight through them.

Like a k

a

b

o

b

Before you could utter another word, you felt something sharp bubbling in your stomach, a grunt leaving your mouth. The pain quickly spread, your skin prickling at the sensation. Looking down at the long metal sheath impaled into your flesh, eyes flickering to look at the person behind you locking eyes with a pair of striking green eyes.

“You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you girl,”

Chuckling darkly behind you yanking the sword out of you quickly, the only thing stopping your wound from gushing now gone. Feeling the warm blood make its way down your torso, hissing at the odd sensation. Idle fingers making quick work to aim your targets at the man who swiftly avoided your hits, his cocky smirk never faltering.

Hit after hit it narrowly missed him.

You couldn’t land a single blow.

Not to sound cocky, but you were strong.

Your abilities were high up there, so if this man was so nonchalant about your attempts you might be fucked.

You hated to admit it, but this man was like no man you had ever seen. Granted.. you’ve never had a man ever make an attempt at your life.

But dear god, even a blind person could see how unbelievably attractive the man smirking at you was. Which just pissed you the hell off even more.

His muscular body and his agility scared you a little, especially since there was not a single ounce of cursed energy emitting from him.

Raw strength?

Fuck. This guy must be undeniably strong.

“I thought you would be able to at least land one good hit. Considering the amount they’ve given me for you.”

A loud grunt left your body as you cupped your hands once more, opting to completely engulf any nearby light.

Buildings.

Signs.

Lamp posts.

You name it. You could blackout the whole city if you willed it.

“But don’t be too offended. You aren’t gifted like me,”

The man before you could sense it too.

“Mm…You won’t get another shot. At least make it worth it.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I figure..since you’ll be dead here shortly... the name’s Toji.” He smirked, peering up at you through his eyelashes. “I kill sorcerers like you.”

The source of light in your hands practically trembled almost out of excitement, willing your senses to feel his presence. Toji just grinned, adjusting his footing pulling out another weapon from the slimy purple worm wrapped around his torso.

“Tch.. good luck.”

A scoff left his lips at your words, an amused glint in his eyes. His fingers twirling his shiny blade around, his stark gaze never faltering from your face.

Your hands trembling from the raw energy in the palm of your hands, an open mouthed smile tugging at your lips. Laughter began to tumble out of your lips catching him off guard, as you threw your head back.

Toji thought you were absolutely insane.

He had never seen someone be this joyful after having been impaled from his sword. His squinted eyes could see the blood seeping through your clothing, dripping onto the ground below you. But you seemed to pay it no mind.

“Toji…”

Kissing your teeth at the sound of his name in your mouth.

“-What a dumbass name.” Lurching forward in the air landing feet first before him, splitting the ball of light in your hand into multiples. Tossing them into the air, landing around him. His newly illuminated face eyed your frame keeping his body moving, circling you. It only took him 2 seconds before he noticed your lights were following behind him, his body stiffening.

“Sear and sore. Moonbeam.” Whispering into your hands sending sparks flying into the air as your strings of light illuminated the night sky, entwining Toji’s startled body. Any time he tried to move any inch of him, he couldn’t.

Your beams had his entire body mapped out.

Head

to

toe.

Toji grunted to himself, willing himself to try to move without burning his skin. He could feel the heat surrounding him. Nothing but white coated his vision.

“Who sent you?”

Twirling your lights around him, keeping him from being able to slink past. Gaze never faltering.

“Let me go and we’ll talk, doll.” Spitting out into the light, trying to blink away the water pooling in his eyes from how bright everything was.

“You’re in no position to be making demands...”

“Maybe. But if you don’t want to see your precious friend behind me die. I suggest you let me go.” You couldn’t see his body anymore. Trying to catch a glimpse of Nanami without taking your eyes off of him, heart tightening at his words.

A part of you called it a bluff.

But the part of you that was bleeding out, would beg to differ.

Eyes flickering over to where Nanami was gliding through those bodies with ease. Grunts leaving his tall frame.

The smallest part of you was wondering why the tall man hadn’t even bothered to glance at you even once. Unbeknownst to you, the man was practically shitting himself knowing you were fighting him all alone. Trying to fly through these curses, wanting to make his way over to you.

Turning your attention back to the man entrapped in your web.

“Liar.”

“I have no reason to lie to you, doll. His little head would look good on my wall. Don’t you think so?”

“You shut your mouth.”

Fingers never faltered, ensuring he stayed wrapped up. The outline of his body slowly started creeping through your lights.

You could feel him moving in the palm of your hand like a little ant.

“I’m not stressed. I can feel your hold on me loosening. .. you’re losing a lot of blood. I can feel it.”

His words sounded like they were echoing in your brain.

Please…

You couldn't even remember what you were saying please to.

Hold on.

You knew deep down he was right.

Your body was drenched in your own blood. The thick scent of iron infiltrated your nose feeling your legs tremble.

Toji’s outline became more and more prominent as you started to falter due to the blood loss. Eyes attempting to stay awake blinking away the black spots trying to cover your vision. Every ounce of your body was fighting.

Fight.

Come on.

Fight.

“What a shame… you were just beginning to make it interesting.”

His words barely registered in your brain. Voice sounded like you were submerged under water. Vision completely blurry, feeling your body crumple to the ground. Letting out a soft groan, fingers clawing at anything they could find, digging into the moist ground.

Every inch of your body felt numb.

Coughing up what you thought was just spit, the taste of iron coated your tongue. Feeling your blood trickle out of your mouth, face squished against the cold dirt. Your body going in and out of consciousness, trying with all your might to will Nanami to turn around.

Nanami…

Turn around. Nanami… please.

Nanami..

Toji made his way over to you with a smirk on his face. Squatting down to peer down at your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Scoffing at your meak body, going to hoist you over his shoulder before he felt a surge of cursed energy making its way towards him.

An annoyed huff left his lips, opting to cut a lock of your hair to bring back. Tucking your long strand into his pockets, knowing the likelihood of this girl reaching a physician in time would be close to zero. Moving his walking pace into one of a fast run, slinking through the park unnoticed.

SHINK

Nanami glided his blade through the last curse, chest rising up and down heavily, his blonde hair coated in all shades of blood.

His body ached.

Burning from the non stop moving. His body barely registering some of the cuts and burns his body had endured, his worried eyes searching for you. Catching sight of the outline of your body slouched on the ground.

Oh god.

Without another second to waste the tall boy began to make a run for it. His thoughts in shambles as he worried he might have been too late. Kicking his pace into overdrive, approaching your crumpled body. Tossing his blade on the ground beside him sliding his arms under your body hoisting you onto his lap, checking you for any injuries.

Catching sight of the chunk of your stomach missing, cursing to himself as he tugged his uniform top off pressing it onto the never ending stream of blood. His unoccupied fingers quickly pulled his phone out pressing the speed dial.

Rrring-

The phone picked up after a single buzz.

“Soturu-”

“Don’t worry Nanami. We are practically almost there. Try to hold on, okay?” Gojo breathed out into the phone, his worried tone evident. The blonde sighed a sigh of relief tossing his phone onto the ground not bothering to hang up, cradling your head gingerly.

“Open your eyes for me please…”

His eyes never strayed from your face, cupping your cheek with his free hand brushing your hair from your face.

Soft almost inaudible gasps left your lips as you tried to move your eyelids, cracking them slightly with all of the leftover strength you had. Locking eyes with Nanami’s worried brown ones.

“K-kento…”

“You’re okay. I’m right here..”

“I’m sorry… I tried..”

“Sh, it’s okay. Please.. you have no reason to be apologizing.” He chuckled down at you, brushing your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. A small smile tugged at your lips, wincing at the sensation. “Don’t strain yourself. Just breathe and try to keep yourself alive..”

Nodding gingerly at his words, focusing all of your energy on willing your body to keep breathing.

The sound of something swooshing through the air made Nanami snap his head up, eyes softening at the sight of Gojo rushing Shoko towards your trembling body.

Soturu had never seen Kento so spent.

He could see the anguish in his eyes, the grip on your body tight. Catching sight of the glistening of his teary eyes, clamping his eyes shut.

The sight of his friend holding your nearly dead body was a sight that nearly killed him. His steps never wavered making his way to you as quickly as he could.

Geto had been following close to Gojo, tightening his grip on Rainbow Dragon, catching sight of you and Nanami’s bloodied frames. Clicking at the soaring dragon, the beast circling trying to find a safe place to land.

His patience was wearing thin with how long it was taking him, choosing to jump off the being once he figured it would be a safe enough distance grunting at the hard landing. His worried frame jogging over to his friends, chest tightening at the sight of you.

Your face was pale. Every inch of your face was bloodied and covered in dirt from lying on the ground. He couldn’t rid the image of your face out of his head. The image seared into his brain.

His eyes were trying to find your main source of injury, a shiver ran down his side at the blood pouring out of you. Clenching his hands, feeling his nails digging into his palms.

Shoko couldn’t let herself get overwhelmed, her hands quickly putting themselves to work. Hovering over your limp body clamping her eyes shut. Her technique worked on trying to find a heartbeat first, feeling it course her body head to toe. As the seconds passed her breaths quickened, feeling the tears welling up.

1

2

3-

Ba dum… ba dum…

Faintly.

But she could work with faint.

If she had let go a second later, she would have missed it. Shoko’s heart rate had sky rocketed, leaning into your cold body as she let go of the breath she was holding in.

“I’ve got her.”

Those three words were all he heard. An indescribable sensation washing over him, his body trembling. Allowing himself to crumple onto himself covering his face with his hands. He attempted to slow his heart rate, telling himself you were okay. But his heart wouldn’t slow. Not until you were awake and walking.

The dirt graveling under someone's shoes was all Nanami could focus on. Burrowing his face further into the palms of his hand. The familiar stinging sensation on his eyes pissed him off, angrily wiping the forming tears.

“Nanami?”

“Hm.”

“Do you feel like talking right now?”

Letting out the breath he was holding, bringing his head up, hair falling over his face. Nanami locked eyes with his friends whose faces were crouched down on his level, eyeing the blonde man on the floor.

“It was a stupid mission. I could have done it all on my own. It took one hit… just one.”

Suturu hummed, nodding intently at his words, his mind racing as he tried to figure out all of the reasons for what caused all of this. Suguru kept an eye on the two boys who were whispering to themselves while staying aware of his surroundings, his body tense.

The temperature had dropped significantly. Being able to see the white puffs of air leaving his body, clenching and unclenching his hands.

He couldn’t tell how long they had even been fighting those curses.

It must have been hours.

His eyes looking up at the starry sky, willing himself to breathe.

Exhaling softly.

“… out of nowhere over 50 curses popped up. Not- not the same curse. They were all different. We were outnumbered, but she was fully capable. She took on the majority of them. But… I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his dirtied hair, wincing at the slight tangles. “I could barely see. I think she was fighting one of them for a long time. I couldn’t catch a single glimpse of them.”

A silence washed over them.

“I feel so stupid.”

“Nanami.”

“No, Gojo. I could barely take on less than 20 while she took more than that. Including the fucking bastard that nearly killed her… what if- I mean what if she died?!”He spat out locking eyes with the white haired man crouched before him. “What then? What’s the point of doing all of this if I’m fucking useless.. I am the reason she’s here. I told her it would be a pointless mission to join in on, but she begged me to come. She begged me…”

Before he could stop himself, a wave of angry tears escaped his eyes, wiping them off hastily. Standing up from his position on the ground brushing past them to call a car to come take you guys back.

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a/n: hey lovelies! i know i kinda wrote toji a lil unbelievably but it’s for the plot >~< but i hope you guys enjoy part 2! plz let me know if you have any questions or suggestions. lots of loveeeee

is this too much to ask for 🥹

kento's a real man.

a man who uses your purse with no shame, even if everyone stares at him.

a man who does not feel ashamed in doing 'feminine' activities, in his eyes, it's just an activity. since when is cooking or knitting shameful?

a man who doesn't have the need to control your every move. he doesn't always need to be in a position of power over you.

a man who flaunts your achievements, even if they're greater than his. in fact, he could never be prouder.

a man who understands the decision of the amount of children to have entirely is up to you.

a man who isn't scared to buy feminine products and in fact volunteers to buy them when you are in need.

a man who understands that housework is a shared activity and that being a housewife is a real job.

a man who understands the sacrifice of becoming a full-time mom and makes sure you know you're appreciated in every single moment.

note: beabadoobee reference, got an idea while listening to her song

literally me

Spencer Reid is just an awkward little guy and i love him. (i can’t stop drawing him)

infatuated p.2 | a.h

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word count: 5.6k words

warnings: cussing, grinding, thigh humping, ptsd flashbacks, blood, guns and knives involved, mentions of religion

mdni por favor

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part 1 here /spencer part here

You had to pinch your side to ensure that this was truly happening. Eyeing Hotch's tense frame his eyes flickering between you and Morgans faces. Morgans signature know it all smirk graced his features, loosening his grip around your waist pressing a soft kiss on your cheek like he hadn't seen Hotch storm over from the bar table.

What in the world am I doing?

I'm never drinking again-

Hotch internally argued with himself shoving down any negative thoughts, his eyes eyeing your sweaty frame against Morgans. Having to hold himself back from ripping his hands off of your waist. Noting how dangerously close they were to your ass.

He had dragged himself over here before he could talk himself out of it, feeling his body sweating bullets. A huge part of him was hoping you wouldn't turn away from him. But by the look in your eye, a small part of him knew you wouldn't.

It felt like an eternity before either of you made a motion to move from your interlocked position. Hotch's heart rate was through the roof not allowing you to see how nervous he was, switching weight from one foot to the other. It wasn't until Hotch cleared his throat that Morgan pulled away from your body. He lingered on your waist pressing another unnecessary soft kiss as a final poke at Hotch, clapping Hotch on the back as he chuckled making his way over to where everyone else was located.

The dark haired man slid into Morgan's spot, his muscular thighs slotted perfectly with yours stealing a breath from you. The music had changed tempo once more, Hotch not wasting a second before guiding your hips along to the beat.

His body moving fluidly with the music. He looked gorgeous under the strobe lights, his watch reflecting the light barely able to focus on anything other than his tan muscular arms. Without you realizing the taller man had mingled you further into the crowd where he knew no one on his team could see what either of you might get up to. His hands had swiftly found their home around your waist, loving how soft and plush you felt under his fingers giving you a soft squeeze.

"You really know how to push my buttons, don't you sweets?"

A shudder ran down your spine at his words unable to form a coherent sentence. He chuckled against your frame pulling you closer to his toned body. His cologne were all your senses could focus on, that and the sweet scent of jack made his scent even more intoxicating.

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body but you couldn't care less. Wanting to put as little layers between the two of you as possible. Pressing your face against his check laying a small kiss on the exposed skin, trailing the kisses down his neck enjoying the tight breaths leaving his tense body. His head tilted back a tiny bit exposing more of his neck to you, your lips not hesitating to attach themselves to his soft flesh. A small moan escaped his lips sending blood rushing down to your pulsing cunt, clenching your legs tighter against his thigh.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled against his neck, a deep groan leaving his lips as you sucked lightly on a soft spot on his neck. "I was just dancing..."

"You were basically having sex with Morgan in front of me." His chest rumbled as he whispered in your ear his grip on your hips tightening. Hundreds of thoughts were running through your head as you eyed the gorgeous man standing before you. Trailing your fingers down the black polo, tugging him closer to you his breath fanning over your face. "I didn't enjoy watching another man touch you."

"He wasn't just some stranger-"

"He wasn't me."

A whimper left your lips at the possessive tone of his words, feeling your thighs clamp around his muscular leg out of habit by now. Hotch could have taken you right there, his body loving at the reactiveness of your body. His body moving without hesitation tilting his leg higher up a gasp leaving your lips at the newfound friction.

"I-I um..."

Hotch tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear cupping your face with his calloused hands. Parting your lips almost instinctively as you eyed his plump lips. His dark eyes scanned your barely lit face unable to keep his hands to himself any long, restraining himself to respect your boundaries.

"Can I kiss you?"

You didn't even bother to answer his silly question, tugging him by his polo crashing your lips against his. Waves of shock made their way down your body at the overwhelming sensation of your dream come true. You couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that your boss had you in the position you were in; legs parted with his thigh in between you as he kissed you like tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. A small whine left your lips the second they had met, wanting to deepen the kiss even deeper nipping at his bottom lip. Aaron just chuckled at your attempts, not giving you what you were asking for. He took his time giving your mouth a loving kiss not wanting it to ever end.

Your nimble hands clawed at any clothing you could grasp, the soft material feeling nice against your skin wondering what it would look like on your bedroom floor-

"You taste even sweeter than I could have ever imagined."

Something about that sentence was absolutely filthy. Your mind only thinking of Aaron with his head in between your legs, his face glistening in your sweet juices licking his lips as he uttered those words. Recognizing the look glazing your eyes chuckling against your lips, as he trailed soft kisses up to your ear making you shiver at his teasing. Wanting him to just mark you up and down, letting everyone know you were his.

"How about... we save this for your house? Hm? I want to hear what other pretty noises you got locked up in there," Choking on your saliva as you looked at the smug man with a bewildered look, his body untangling from your compromising position.

I'm sorry- what?

My- my house?!

Hotch tugged your dress further down your thighs, saving you from exposing those pretty panties-

Hold it.

No. Keep it together.

Your underwear.

Not...

Not those soaked panties that had left a small wet spot on his dark jeans, having haunted his mind the second he felt you grinding against him like this was a common occurrence between the two of you.

He guided you from the now overcrowded dance floor, his hand remaining on the small of your back as you swayed your way over to your friends where they were still dancing along to the music blaring from the speakers. You hoped you didn't look as disheveled as you had felt, eyeing the table for a drink only spotting Spencers still full drink. Lifting your gaze to eye the brunette whose cheeks were rosy from drinking his fruity drinks, lips wrapped around a pink straw as he hummed to the song being played.

"Do you mind if I have a sip?"

Bending over Elle to whisper in Spencer's ear, the dark haired girl cat called you as she got a full view of your breasts in the dress. Spencer's eyes had also grown wide trying to keep his eyes focused on your blown out ones, popping his lips off the straw about to grab another one for you before you wrapped your pretty lips around the same one his were wrapped around on.

The sight of your lips sucking on a straw were enough to be imprinted in his brain, playing over and over again. Hotch could barely phantom the sight before him. Your body bent over Elle's lap uttering something to Spencer, your ass on full display for him. Wiggling your hips almost tauntingly, the bubbles of laughter leaving Elles lips made you giggle adjusting yourself upright.

"Mmm, I don't think I've ever had this. What's in?"

Elle had wiggled out of her seat off to find another drink leaving you to take her seat as you tilted your head at the brunette whose eyes were flickering all over you. To your glistening thighs, the sweared lip gloss on your lips, the forming bruises on your neck.

His hand tentatively reached out to guide his fingers against the purple blotches knowing full well those were not there when you had left to go dance with Morgan. HIs mind racing trying to figure out who would have been able to leave those blossoming bruises, graciously taking the drink back from you chugging the rest of the vibrantly pink drink back. You raised your eyebrows at his actions a small smile tugging at your lips, cheering him on. Spencer rested the condensed glass back down on the table shaking his head from the cold sensation in his mouth.

"Oh, Spence. You got a little- here." Reaching up to swipe the dribbling liquid from Spencers chin a small sound resembling a whine left his parted lips, eyes roaming over your face as you came close to him.

Before you could utter any words you felt someone slide in beside you, forcing you closer to Spencer almost tumbling into his lap. The bespectacled boy reached out to catch you but someone had beaten him to it. Running his eyes up the arms wrapped around your waist locking eyes with Hotch, whose eyes were ablaze as he tugged you closer to him. You turned to face the stern man enjoying the feel of his hands on you, barely noticing you were practically sitting on his lap as an attempt to keep you away from Spencer.

"Careful there sweet girl."

"Guys! We should do this more often," Penelope shouted throwing her arms in the air, her flushed face could put a fire truck to shame. You giggled at your drunk friend who was clinging onto Morgan for dear life.

"I think it's time for us to head out. Hotch, you and sweets still coming with us?"

"Yeah, If you don't mind."

"Wait, do you- do you think you could take me as well? I wasn't expecting JJ to leave so soon already."

"Let's go pretty boy."

The walk to the car didn't seem to register in your brain, your body still mentally at the bar not noticing the car had began moving until Hotch nudged his arm against yours. Peeking up at the dark haired man whose eyes were eyeing you curiously, trying to gauge how intoxicated you were. He knew you were still sober enough to register every touch he gave you and the changes in music, protesting when Morgan put on a song that 'wasn't a vibe.'

The seating arrangement wasn't ideal in Hotch's eyes as you were placed directly in between him and Spencer, who were both fighting for your attention. He knew he couldn't get defensive yet as you hadn't chosen who you wanted. Letting out a small huff knowing he couldn't bring himself to force you to pick him if Spencer was the one you wanted.

Almost as if the gods wanted to rub it in his face, Spencer captured your attention pointing at something outside of his window. Eagerly leaning closer to the boy gawking at something outside of the car, giggles leaving your lips. Hotch saw the look Spencer had on his face as he eyed your giggling frame a bubble of laughter leaving the brunettes lips as you both leaned into one another at something you had said.

You were closer in age to Spencer.

The two of you were two of the smartest people he had ever met. Having caught the pair bonding over their endless knowledge, sometimes catching them rambling in other languages.

The kid was sweet.

Even if he was pining after the same girl he was pining after.

He could see the two of you together. Way more than he could see you and him together.

Hotch was rough.

He was like the thorns on a rose.

The gravel under your shoe.

The bark to a tree. Never allowing anyone near him.

But you...you weaseled your way in.

Without trying, your sweet smile and soft words crumbled his walls. Your joyous smile was infectious, everyone around you blossomed in a way he hadn't seen. The endless laughter you brought to the team lightened the somber mood Hotch brought wherever he went.

Light and dark.

Sweet and sour.

"Alrighty, sweets. Your stop is here." Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt opening the door about to jump out so you could get out, a grunt leaving his lips as you climbed over his lap wiggling your way out the car nearly tumbling to stone ground. Grasping onto Spencers thigh to support yourself, adjusting yourself before turning to their grinning face a silly smile gracing your lips as you bowed at your near tumble.

"Need me to walk you to the door?"

"I've got her, Spencer. Morgan you're good to go. I'll make sure to take care of her." The sound of Hotch's husky voice rumbling behind you made you twirl around, the corners of his lips turned up as he offered his arm out to you. The sound of Morgan chuckling made Hotch blush a little at how aggressive his words must have sounded, waving to the car as it drove off.

Wrapping your arm around his waist enjoying the warmth, Hotch chuckled opting to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he began trekking towards your door.  Your amazed eyes scanned the night sky surrounding you rambling about the stars you could see.

"Did you know that most stars come in pairs?"

Hotch's gaze left your moonlit face to gaze at the twinkling stars, furrowing his eyebrows as he saw them all alone.

"To our eyes, they look like they're standing in their lonesome," Mumbling into the cold air, tightening your grip on Hotch's waist. "But in reality... they have a little partner beside them. Isn't that precious? They're never alone..."

You pulled your gaze away from the twinkling stars to watch Hotch with your full attention, nibbling on your bottom lip at the sight of his dark eyes being lit up by the full moon. Tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. The stubble coming in, the sharpness of his jaw. Catching sight of your tinted gloss reflecting against the moonlight a soft giggle leaving your lips. Hotch heard your giggles and turned to face you catching you already looking at him. Your soft eyes made him soften his gaze, cupping your cheek lovingly.

Nuzzling your cold cheek into the warmth of his hand, sighing softly. "Did you know that stars don't twinkle?"

“Really?”

"Mhmm.. the light coming from the stars has to pass through the many layers of our earths turbulent atmosphere. The changes in density make it appear as if they are twinkling.."

The softest chuckle left Hotch's lips, adjusting his hold on you resting his hands around your waist as you tangled your hands on the black polo. Fiddling with the material closest to his belly button, enjoying the slight hitching of his breath your nimble hands grazing the skin beneath the material.

"They say that.. but a small part of me still thinks they do. I mean, how am I supposed to believe they don't when you look at me like that." You mumbled peering up at him through your lashes. Hotch couldn't believe how sweet and how fond you sounded speaking about him in that tone. "Your eyes twinkle every time I look into them.."

Someone as sweet as you thought so fondly of him then surely, she must see something that he can't.

"Pretty girl... I look at you like that because that's how you make me feel. I haven't felt this- this feeling ever since I looked into Jack's eyes for the first time. I don't even think I could describe it. Other than I want to feel this.. for as long as I can."

The smile on your face grew wider than Hotch thought was possible. Fingers running over the shorter hair by the nape of his neck, tilting your head as you pressed your soft lips against his. Hotch couldn't stop the moan that bubble out of his lips, moving his mouth against your hungrily. Running his tongue over your bottom lip parting your mouth slightly, enough for Hotch to slip his tongue inside and roam your mouth like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

Moaning into his mouth as he pressed you against your front door, the cold surface cooling your heated skin as you tugged at his hair wanting him closer than you possibly could.

"Hotch-"

"Aaron." He mumbled against your swollen lips, pressing another soft kiss against your mouth as he scanned your face.

"Aaron... want to go inside?" Aaron grinned at how lovely his name sounded falling from your lips, taking the keys from your shaking hands swiftly unlocking the door as he helped inside. Locking the door behind you setting the keys in the bowl by your door, setting your purse on the hooks nearby. Turning to face the living room a soft smile made its way onto his face as he eyed the room.

Hotch had seen your house countless of times. Every time he had come to pick you up before a case, you were always running late dragging him inside your house as he watched you scramble around. No matter what you had offered him a drink- well, more like you shoved a caprisun in his hands and a snack you had found in your pantry.

You've fed him apples, oranges, rice crispy treats, and once you had shoved a blueberry muffin you had just made into his mouth as you scrambled to put your shoes on. Hotch figures this was another way you weaseled your way into his heart. You respected him as your boss but you didn't stop being yourself around him. You were as bubbly around him as you were around everyone else at the bureau.

But something about being in your house after what transpired tonight, felt different. It felt very intimate to be surrounded by you. The blankets decorating your couch making it feel lived in, the candles you had scattered around made him chuckle trying to take in every detail about you as he could. His eyes stopping over a picture frame reaching down to pick it up his breath hitching as he realized who it was.

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You had never felt this stressed in your life. Fumbling for your phone as you pressed your pinned contact. The phone barely rang before a familiar voice picked up.

"Hotch?"

"Sweets? Is everything okay-"

"Have Pen ping my location. I'm approaching the killers house. I found where he's located. Come as fast as you can."

"Woah, slow down. What?"

"Hotch, please. Just-" You ran your sweaty hand down your jeans as you eyed the dark forest surrounding you, swallowing back any regret. "Hurry. I'm going to set my phone behind a tree. The barn is nearby- just go straight. Trust me. I'll be back."

The cold gun clutched in hand as you took deep breaths to regulate your heart rate, running across the large field of grass the barn coming into view. Having tossed anything that could potentially made any sort of noise somewhere in the grass, not wanting to risk giving away your position.

This had been a case 6 weeks in the making, having spent countless of hours trying to find the person behind all of these kidnappings.

His most recent victim; an 11 year old girl.

It had been a couple days, and you knew that the chances of finding her were slim but you hadn't let go of any hope. You knew what you were doing was stupid.

Beyond idiotic.

Going into a potential killers house, no backup, no one who knows where the barn is located, and potentially giving yourself up to be kidnapped as well. But you knew that you had to act now.

You had finally put together all of the clues he had given at the sites of all of his killings. The message was plain and simple.

The girl was to die at midnight on a full moon, when he felt the portal between worlds was the most vulnerable.

His past killings were trail and error, having 'figured out' what God's proper way was. Which is why going on your own was quite literally the stupidest thing you could ever do. But you couldn't allow this little girl die. Not at your hands. You might be a good profiler, but you had no idea what this man would go through to ensure his sacrifice would happen. Whether that was you or the girl, he didn't care.

You had always been light on your feet knowing the weakest points in the grass, never walking heel to toe when you were sneaking. Always toe to heel. Making you an amazing sleuth unlike Morgan's heavy steps, clutching your gun even tighter as you walked around the barn trying to seek a way in.

The barn smelled of smoke and horse manure, crinkling your nose at the smell. Just as you began to rise to peek into a nearby window you heard a girl scream at the top of her lungs. Perking your head up recognizing the sound of the trees echoing her scream back to you, meaning she was no longer in the house.

Changing your walk to a faster slink brushing by the barn and further into where the animals were located outside. Keeping low to the ground scanning your surroundings, almost dropping your gun at the sight before you.

All you could see was the sight of the killer with his hands holding a 10 inch dagger. Your eyes frantically looking for the girl, letting out a sigh of relief as you saw her. But that relief was short lived as you noticed the blood coating every inch of her body. Her tear streaked face broke a part of you as you tightened your grip on your gun, rising from your position on the floor.

"I see you, my troubled child."

The sound of his greasy voice made your jaw tighten making yourself known to him. He only cackled at the sight of you turning to you with open arms, his entire body out for you to see. The only thing covering him was a barely white gown that he didn't bother to tie, his chest covered in blood and grime. Tilting his head at you with a bewildered look in his eyes twirling the dagger in his hand.

"Drop your weapon-"

"Silence!"

You clicked your teeth with your tongue eyeing the deranged man, taking a step closer to him in hopes of getting him to take the bait.

"You have no right to speak to me. I am- I am your God."

"You spoke to me first, Messiah. Now- you will do as I say. You will drop your weapon, step away from the child-"

"All you people do is beg. And beg. And beg! What about what I want?! Huh?! I want to be able to sit around on my ass all day and ask the big man to make miracles.”

A beat.

"Stand before me and confess."

"I have no sins to confess to-"

"EVERYBODY. Including you... has sins. Now confess. Or I will not hesitate to smite you with my all mighty power."

Clearly this man was on another level that you had thought. He was actually convinced he was God. Having to try a different approach, clearing your throat removing your finger off the trigger flicking the safety on raising your hands up as a sign of defeat.

"Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and give up your sins."

A wicked smile creeped up on his face," Even those you do in secret. Then you won't be ashamed. What will you be my child?"

"You will be confident and fearless."

The man seemed to calm down a bit at the sight taking a couple tentative steps towards you. You tossed your gun to the side never removing your eyes off of him. His greasy hair glistened in the moonlight grabbing a hold of your arm. His shaky fingers reached with the blade to caress your forearm the shiny metal glinting up at you. Before you could process what was happening he had dragged the knife across your bicep.

A hiss left your lips feeling the blade slice at the different layers of skin and muscle, the warmth of your blood trickling down your arm in a rush. Coating his arm in his crimson blood, his fingers pressing into your arm forcing more blood out tugging you towards a replica of what you could assume was a cross. Forcing yourself to ignore the sensation of your arm going numb focusing on helping the girl before you.

It looked like he put a lot of work into it, crafting it to look exactly like the cross Jesus was hung on. Your eyes flickered over to the girl the sight of her broke your heart. Her hands were tied with rope to the cross, thankfully he hadn't gotten to the nailing process yet. But he had gotten to the whipping. Her poor body was covered in what you could assume was a hundred lashings, her poor head hung in defeat. Every lashing looked like it had begun to scab and then reopened over and over. You swore on everything you would ensure this man rotted in hell for all eternity, clenching your hands in fists beside you. 

"Now was that so hard my child... come. Sit. I need you to watch me do God's work. You will see history happen before your very eyes,"

"Sir?"

"Yes, my child-" You did not hesitate to kick the dagger out of his hand,  punching him across the face sending the man tumbling. Reaching to your ankle where you grabbed your smaller hand gun holding it over the man whose face was staring at you with a newfound hatred. Not hesitating to pull on the trigger, the ringing echoing across the barn sending the animals scurrying away.  

Your hands grabbed your handcuffs from behind you latching them onto his free hand and attaching it to fence behind you. Ripping off a piece of your shirt off leaving your torso exposed, tying the fabric over the blood to cut off circulation in hopes to lessen the bleeding.

The groans coming from the man sounded like heaven to your ears, kicking his leg walking over to the girl. Pulling your knife out from your back pocket cutting her free from the rope her body slumping against yours, whispering sweet nothings into her blonde hair.

"It's okay baby. I got you sweet girl... you're safe." By now you had finally taken notice of the blue and red lights peeking out from in front of the barn, holding the girl close to your chest. Not paying any mind to the mud coating you as you laid against the fence opposite the killer, shielding her face with your warm arms. "You're okay, Sam..."

The sound of your friends footsteps approaching brought you an immense relief, resting your head on the fence the cold air finally hitting you. Fluttering your eyes open as you heard footsteps stopping right before you, locking eyes with a familiar pair of dark brown eyes who were relieved to see you were responsive.

Elle and Spencer worked on trying to remove Samantha from you, the blonde girl clinging to Elle using Spencer to help hold her up as they walked her to the ambulance out front. Hotch tried to find the source of your bleeding hoisting you up before he reached down and picked you up bridal style. Your head resting on his chest as you inhaled his soft scent.

Hotch hurried to rush you to the ambulance, knowing you had lost a good amount of blood resting you on a stretcher allowing the professionals to take a look at you. He turned around to try and grab Gideons attention, your hand grasping his eyes snapping over to look at your doe eyes.

"Please... stay."

"I will. I promise." 

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"She was my first save."

"I remember... you had me scared shitless you know. Hearing that gunshot on the phone, I had never sped so fast before in my life. I was screaming at everyone to hurry up, I couldn't bare the thought of losing you." Hotch confessed, running his thumb over the glass setting the wooden frame down. He looked over at you noting the look on your face, reaching over to cup your face snapping you out of your thoughts.

"How about we get some rest, hmm?"

You nodded at his words, kicking your shoes off by the front door motioning for Hotch to do the same. He chuckled gently setting his shoes besides your heels, following behind you as you led him towards your room. Admiring the decorations you had even decorating your hallway, the door at the end of the hall seeming more scary the closer you got to it.

"I-I haven't cleaned my room in a bit. Please ignore the mess on the floor, I could not find anything good to wear tonight."

Aaron just shook his head at your comment, resting his hand on the small of your back. “I am not one to judge, I promise.”

“You say that now,” You mumbled under your breath as you opened your bedroom door flicking the light on.

Your room was about the cutest thing Hotch had ever seen. There was something so simple yet so intricate about your room. Everything in the room looked so lived in and loved. He could see all of your cozy spots, a ledge by your window covered in pillows. Another was a giant bean bag closest to his left tucked into the corner, another blanket adorning the brown fluffy bag.

“You got a lot of blankets.”

“Stop,” Covering your face as the blood rushed to your cheeks, “you said you wouldn’t make fun.”

“I’m not! I’m just stating an observation,” He chuckled, closing your bedroom door behind you. He eyed all of the warm fairy lights strewn across your bookshelf that was overflowing with books that looked worn.

Your bed was the comfiest looking thing in your entire room. It was covered in the puffiest white comforter he had ever seen, another forest green blanked adorning the bottom half of the bed.

Kicking the clothes you had discarded earlier in the night closer to your closet doors.

“Do you need clothes to change into?”

“Do you have clothes that fit me?” Hotch murmured closing the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist eliciting a giggle from you.

“I have a lot of the guys clothes here- don’t ask. But, I’m sure Morgan’s clothes would fit you. You wear a medium- medium large right?”

“How do you know?”

“I have my ways,” You winked pressing a soft kiss on his smiling lips, making your way over to your dresser that held both Morgan and Spencer’s clothes. Tugging out a simple black t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts, spinning in your heel to face the dark haired man who was messing with a plant you had hanging by your closet.

“Will these do?”

“I would have been fine sleeping in nothing-“

You fake tossed the clothes behind you a cheeky grin gracing your lips. Hotch let a laugh slip handing him the clothes.

“I’m going to change and take my makeup off. I also have an extra toothbrush.”

“Thank god, I did not want to kiss you with this alcohol breath anymore.”

“I couldn’t taste you too much, I was too focused on your tongue in my mouth.” You teased sending a wink his way, closing the bathroom door behind you. You scrambled to remove your dress. Changing into a comfortable pair of panties tugging on an oversized T-shir that you were pretty sure was Spencer’s but you paid no mind. Removing your makeup and brushing your teeth as quickly as you could to make your way back out and finally go to sleep.

You cracked the door open to find Hotch sitting on your desk chair, messing with a fidget toy he found on your desk. You pouted at how good he looked in casual attire, making your way out locking eyes with the man whose eyes trailed down to your exposed legs.

“You could have laid down in my bed, honey.” The nicknamed slipped out before you could register it, a light pink dusting his cheeks as you walked over to him resting in between his legs. He ran his hands over your thighs, peering up at you pressing a soft kiss to your clothed stomach. Running your fingers through his hair, scratching at the skin softly. “You’re so pretty..”

“That’s all you sweet girl.” Hotch mumbled his voice dripping with honey as he tried to take all of you in dressed in such cozy attire. Wanting to be able to come home to you in this state every night. “Come.. let’s get some rest.”

"Will you promise to be here when I wake up?"

"Of course, I will."

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a/n: i posted this aaron version! im posting another part that could be read as a stand alone but will be a follow up to this. i hope yall enjoy lovelies <3

a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 1

“apocalypse ~ cigarettes after sex”

volume: ■■■■■□□□

warnings: cursing? just nanami being cute :3

word count: 2.3k

part 2 here!

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Your converse cladded feet kicked the tiny pebbles adorning the sidewalk, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Lifting your gaze up from the ground taking in the breathtaking scenery. The leaves had reached their full autumn bloom. Shades of orange and brown coating every inch of the park. There were plenty of people enjoying the cool weather, their chatter heard in passing as you made your way further into the park.

The only other sound you took notice of were the rustling of the leaves, your eyes gazing up at the sky.

You could swear up and down that fall skies looked different. There was a certain hue to them that you couldn’t find in summer skies.

Summer skies were bright.

Baby blue.

Fluffy white clouds coating the sky. Everything was the perfect shade of green. The scenery just looked clean.

But fall skies-

That’s where it truly is.

Fall skies… they were brown. They were comforting. Everything about fall made you feel so warm inside. Maybe it was the ever changing shades in the leaves. The earthy tones coating the ground.

It was breathtaking..

And you look forward to it every year.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as you had arrived at your usual spot. Setting your bag onto the wooden park bench, a soft thud followed shortly after. Taking a seat on the worn wood tugging your lunch out of the brown bag, humming a soft tune. Another gust of wind rustled the leaves above you, a few stray ones dancing their way down to the ground.

This place you had considered your spot wasn’t entirely hidden. Anybody could take it. But, no one ever did.

It was a lone wooden table barely holding it together with benches. The wood was beyond worn. Outlines of where people had loved it before. It was further into the park, near the outskirts of it, under a giant tree.

The tree looked over hundreds of years old. It’s roots sticking every which way. But it was thick, it could be hit with a bulldozer and knock the machine right back. The way the branches were positioned made it look like you were sitting under a mushroom. It was perfect.

It gave you just the right amount of shade.

A gorgeous view.

You could stay there for hours.

For days.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you out of your trance, lifting your head up from your sandwich, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight of Gojo waving erratically with unamused familiar faces in tow.

The white haired man practically sprinted over to you, helping himself to a bite of your sandwich making himself comfortable on the seat beside you.

A scoff left your lips, “Soturu. Wow, how lovely to see you. Yes, of course you can have a bite. Thanks for asking!” Offering him a fake smile pinching his cheeks, a little harder than usual an odd sound leaving his mouth. He just grinned at your actions, resting his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer to him.

“Soturu, behave. You’ve barely been here 2 seconds and you already managed to piss her off.” Suguru mused, sitting across from Gojo, his bangs blowing across his face. Shoko snickered at his words, opting for sitting on the edge of the table. You beamed up at the girl attempting to shrug off Gojo’s arm, but he didn’t falter. He tightened his grip on you, popping a few of your grapes into his mouth, pretending to not hear you struggle beside him.

“Shoko! My love, please save me.” Begging the brunette, reaching for her with both of your hands, Suguru sighed audibly while Nanami rolled his eyes at Soturu’s antics. The tall boy just wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you tighter.

“Soturu, do you remember that time last december when we went on a mission and the curse’s power had the power to shrink-”

Almost as if he had been struck by lightning, the blue eyed man released his hold on you instantly, red dusting his pale skin. Snickers left Geto’s lips clearly knowing the backstory, a satisfied hum left Shoko sending a wink your way. You tugged the brunette toward you peppering her face in kisses, loud smacks leaving both of your lips as you giggled to one another.

Shoko had been your best friend since diapers.

You had been through every stage of your life with that girl.

When you had turned 12, you had moved due to your father passing. You had begged and pleaded to not leave, offering any of your possessions but nothing helped.

Your mothers mind was made up.

Having to tell Ieiri that you were leaving was the worst moment of your life. You still remember everything that was said. All of the tears wept between the two of you.

Knowing her temper, the girl had no one to yell at but you. She blamed you at first, out of anger, but deep down she knew she was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt.

You never thought you would see her again but almost as if you guys were meant to be with one another. The pair of you didn’t meet again until you ran into each other at Jujutsu High.

You had never been more thankful in your entire life that you could see all of these awful curses, as long as it meant you could be with your best friend again.

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“And over here is where your dorm will be. You have one neighboring roommate. She’s nice. I’ll introduce you to her… yeah, right through here. ” The tall blonde spoke gently, unlocking your new dorm room giving you a chance to walk in first.

The room was much bigger than you had expected. It was bare. But you didn’t mind. You had plenty of belongings to make it feel like home in no time. Sighing softly as you kicked your slippers off at the entrance, your sock clad feet padding across the wooden floor. Making your way over to the window in the corner of your room. Peeking out the window, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“Nanami! You never told me I had such a gorgeous view.”

“I wasn’t sure you even had a window.”

“C’mere. Look! You can see all the trees from here,” You mused to the tall man, motioning him over. He gingerly made his way over, bending way down to see the cherry blossom trees coating your windows view. You could see a creek from your room as well, a soft hum left his lips.

With the little space between you, your senses were overwhelmed with what you assumed was his natural scent. Smelling of fresh laundry and… was that cinnamon?

“… all I got was the view of a brick wall.” A snort left your lips snapping you out of your trance, nudging the blonde playfully. An unfamiliar look flashed across his face quickly clearing his throat, maneuvering around you to go towards your dorm door. “I-.. did you have any further questions?”

“Yes actually,” Anyone from a while away could see the nervous wreck that was Nanami Kento, a small part of you only meaning to poke fun at the 2nd year who was standing before you. “Is your dorm also in this hall?”

“Em- since girls and guys have to be in separate halls… I am- I am not.”

“Hm.. what a shame.” Uttering under your breath, knowing full well he could hear it. A rush of pink flooded his face, parting his lips at your words. The blonde fringe covering his eyes partially made you realize how cute his eyes truly were, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

“Nanami… we still have the rest of the tour to go on.”

“Right!- if you follow me…”

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A loud heaving noise to your left made you release Shoko, giving the giggling boy a glare as he looked proud at himself. Both you and the brunette gave him an amused look, gesturing towards him and the dark haired boy beside him.

“I didn’t think you of all people would be against same sex couples considering you have a whole ass boyfriend-”

“That’s not true. Whatsoever. He’s my husband-”

A wave of groans left your group's lips as his long limbs reached across the table to take ahold of Geto’s clasped hands, a look of feigned disgust coated his face. Nanami just rolled his eyes but you took notice of how he had moved his hands under the table. Holding back a chuckle catching his eyes, a faint blush creeped up his neck.

“You haven’t been here long have you?”

“No, not too long. I was bored and the weather was lovely, so I figured why not have my lunch here rather than at the school.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally taking a bite of your sandwich, looking up at the young girl whose lips had already been captured by yet another cigarette. “Shoko… tell me that’s your first one today. It’s barely 11.”

The girl stiffened her hand with the lighter stopping right before her mouth, avoiding your stare. Setting down the sandwich, leaning forward so your face was right under her gaze. She just sighed.

“I don’t want to lie to you…”

“Sho! I thought you were trying to quit.”

“I know, I know! But being around this dumbass makes it incredibly difficult. ” Tilting her head back towards the tall white haired man who was currently trying to balance a glass container on the top of his head, a goofy grin spread across his face.

Hold on.. that’s my glass container.

At the mention of Shoko’s insult he snapped his head toward the two of you. A stream of words began leaving his lips catching sight of your container tumbling off his head. A soft gasp left your lips as you scrambled to reach the glass container, a pair of hands reaching it before it touched the ground.

Nanami looked unamused by Gojo’s actions, setting the container into your awaiting hands, fingers brushing slightly, offering you a smile. A smile graced your lips before quickly turning into a frown, facing the white haired boy.

“Gojo.”

A beat passed, the boy turning his head around to face the tree trunk.

“I’m going to beat your ass.”

“You wish you could touch me.”

“You know I’m one of the only ones who can. That’s why you're not facing me right now.”

Another beat.

He started whistling to himself, his head moving side to side as he pretended to not hear you. A sigh left Geto’s lips, rising from his position on the bench. Shoko hesitated to move but she knew it best if she did, tossing her cigarette under her boot smothering it.

“Soturu. Let’s go before she ends up having to explain to Yaga where you went.”

Soft grumbles left his lips, begrudgingly standing up giving you a quick peek at you over his sunglasses. You pretended to cup your hands together, making him huff and begin to fast walk ahead of your friends. A giggle left your lips, watching him stumble over a rock.

“I’ll see you at training, sweets.” Suguru leaned down to bring you into a warm embrace, rubbing his back as he started after Gojo who was sulking from afar. Suppressing the laugh that begged to be let out at the sight of an almost grown adult, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoko pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, waving goodbye at you.

A sigh left your lips pressing your head onto the wooden table.

“I visibly saw the weight leave your shoulders once he left.”

“I swear. He makes my head pound. How does he even manage that?”

Nanami just let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him as he eyed your form. His eyes drifted over your tousled hair splayed on the table, catching sight of a fairly deep cut on the back of your hand. Almost on instinct, his hand reached out, stopping right before he could touch your skin.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Hm?,” Lifting your head up to look at your hands, just now taking notice of the gash on your hand. The blood around it had already dried, looking like it had already begun scabbing over. “That is… a good question. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes I just get a bunch of random cuts and bruises and have absolutely no recollection of where they came from.”

“It’s truly a surprise you’ve made it this far as a sorcerer if that’s the case.” Nanami hummed a smile tugging at his lips, a laugh leaving your body as your eyes locked with his. A comforting silence washed over the two of you.

The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves above and below you. The breeze was nice and cool on your skin, tugging your shirt hems over your hands.

“Nanami?”

A soft hum.

“Have you ever thought about getting a lip piercing?” The strangest sound left his mouth eyeing your face to see if you were being genuine. Tilting your head at him, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde.

“I- I don’t think it would suit me.”

“Are you kidding? I genuinely thought you were secretly tatted under that uniform. A lip piercing- scratch that, any piercings would 1000% look killer on you. I think it suits your face.”

“... do you truly?”

“I have no reason to lie to you, Kento. I swear.”

His heart soared at your words, a smile gracing his face. He untucked his ears, not a single word leaving his lips. You stared innocently up at him, eyes trailing to where his hair now uncovered. A small gasp left your lips, the sight of pure joy lighting your face up made him chuckle, feeling his face heat up at the look on your face.

“NANAMI KENTO. YOU- YOU HAVE PIERCED EARS.”

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a/n: hi lovelies! this is my first time writing for jjk, i just recently finished watching the series. and i completely fell in love. i have written well over 10k worth of words on this story. plz let me know how you guys feel about it. lots of love <3

Ik he whimpers