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₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 3

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 4. pt 5.

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you've now had two extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento. You're doing your best to go back to work like nothing happened. You're attending meetings, running a few errands, and having a very very close call with a curse and an ancient relic.

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, slight angst, gore kinda (you're fighting a curse and it gets intense fast)

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 6.8k (do i even have to apologize at this point)

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: this chapter is a little more centered around Y/N as a character. Nanami IS in it but i feel like he isn't the focus so i apologize. but ! i've attached pt. 4 as well because that does have nanami and a fun little hook up hehe. I won't be offended if a lot of y'all skip this to get to the next part. I know i would

˚₊✩‧₊this is the mitski song i had in mind for this chapter idk

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You shut the car door and put your seat belt on wordlessly. “You okay? I’ve never seen you so quiet after drinking.” Akari said, breaking you out of your daze. 

You looked at her and considered telling her everything. “Akari…” she looked at you with a questioning look. She smiled. 

“You know, Nanami was asking questions about you while you were up singing with Ijichi.” 

“What?” 

“It was little things. Like he kept asking for clarity on things whenever we brought you up. I don’t know if you even noticed.” 

“What kind of things?” 

“Well he was asking how long you’ve been here. He seemed to know that you’d joined the school when you were 16, during Ijichi’s third year. But he wanted to know how you did.” 

“What did you tell him?” you asked. 

“Eh, I said something about how your classmates were assholes. But that doesn’t matter. He also asked about your relationship status.” She glanced at you with a cheeky smile. You gave her a blank stare. “Well, not directly, but Shoko asked about my dating life and I told them how we were both hopeless, and I may have mentioned that date you went on where the American called you exotic and tried to grab your ass.” She laughed as she remembered. “He smiled when I mentioned you kicked his ass.” 

You smiled and she seemed happy that you were more relaxed. “I could just tell he was interested in you, and you know I’m good at reading people.” 

“You’re too flattering.” You said. “I don’t think he’s interested in me like that.” 

“You’d be surprised, maybe he feels connected with you after he saw your IBS crisis.” She laughed. “Too soon? I’m sorry.” 

You smiled and shook your head. You felt a burning in your chest. “You don’t think he was talking so much because he was into you? He didn’t talk to me at all.” 

Akari scoffed. “If he was into me I’d turn him down immediately.” She frowned. “If I didn’t know his age I would have thought he was in his late thirties, and I’m not into dudes that much older. You know I like them hot and stupid.” 

“That hasn’t worked out so well for you in the past, maybe it’s time to change it up.” 

Akari furrowed her brows. “Why are you pushing him on me, fight for your man, girl.” 

You slumped back into your seat. “I’m telling you he doesn’t like me like that.” 

She rolled her eyes. “And why are you so sure?” 

“Because he told me so.” You muttered. 

“What?” She suddenly got serious. 

“...Can you keep a secret?” 

“What happened? Y/N??” She looked over at you. “Hang on, we're almost at my place. I need to be all ears.” 

“You can’t tell anyone, and you can’t judge me.” 

“Wait! Don’t tell me anymore!” 

Akari quickly parked the car and ran out. She practically pushed you all the way into her apartment and onto her couch. She quickly poured you another drink before pouring one for herself. 

“Okay,” she handed you the cup. “I had a feeling something happened, you’ve been acting so weird.” 

“You wanna take a guess?” You said before taking a drink. 

She hesitated. “My gut was telling me that something happened with the curse he exorcised yesterday. And I thought that maybe it had gotten to you and you were overly flirty and confessed or something.” 

“We had sex.” 

She choked on her drink. “What!” 

You buried your head in your hands and groaned. “The curse injured him and infected him with lust. I was just standing outside the barrier. I was checking my phone when he came stumbling out into the car, and well…things escalated and…yeah.” 

Akari looked at you in shock. She put her drink down. “He didn’t report an injury. Was he in his right mind?” 

You understood what she was implying. “He wasn’t violent. The opposite actually. I was surprised too, he wouldn’t let me tend to his wound.” You took another drink. “It was great.” 

She still looked concerned. “But he told you he wasn’t into you.” 

You frowned. “We didn’t really talk much afterwards. I think he was more embarrassed or maybe he regretted it… Anyway I ran into him at the bakery that I like and we talked for a bit there.” You sighed as you remembered. “I confessed that I liked him and he said he wasn’t interested in a relationship with me, so I said we should forget everything that happened.” 

“I’m sorry.” Akari said. “What an asshole, I bet he said it just like that too. He’s so blunt. You didn’t deserve that.” She looked at you. “I’m sorry he showed up tonight. I can’t imagine how awkward that must have been for you. But I’m serious. He was asking little things about you. So maybe there’s hope?” She turned her head and scowled, “If it was me I wouldn’t want to see the bastard.” 

You took a deep breath, you didn’t want to tell her about the bathroom. Not that it was wrong, you just wanted time to process everything. You frowned. You had just ruined his chances with her, you were painting him out to be a villain. “He was very sweet though. I understand where he’s coming from. I mean, I don’t think he really had any control over his mood and I should have turned him down. I have regrets too. I think it’ll be easier to just forget. If he does want something he should be the one to approach me.” You laid back on the couch. “The shittier thing to do would have been not to acknowledge it at all. He’s a good guy, it’s just like you said. He’s blunt.” You smiled at Akari. “This is our secret, okay?” 

Akari nodded looking at you sympathetically. “Of course.” She came closer to you and hugged you. “Other than the mess, I’m glad he was nice to you. You pulled your long-time crush, that’s powerful girl.” 

You smiled and hugged her back silently. 

You both went to bed shortly after and you were left alone with your thoughts. 

The bathroom. He had said he didn’t want to talk, fucked you, and even wanted to take you home. This sort of contradicted your theory of him liking Akari, right? No, he just thinks you’re easy. You frowned. You should have let him speak before you cut him off…twice. You’d just been afraid that what he’d say would hurt your feelings. 

You tossed and turned thinking about him, remembering his touch, his lips. Despite it all he had been so gentle, so desperate to have you again. It hurt your feelings thinking about it. He had done all that but he didn’t really want you. You sighed, if he asked to have you again, would you do it?, you wondered. Yes, you decided, feeling hopeless. You felt very strongly about him and despite him not reciprocating your feelings, yours hadn’t diminished. You might have liked him more, or at least the idea of him more. You slowly dozed off. 

You were pretty quiet the next morning and Akari let you just exist. She drove you to work, talking about things here and there but not bringing him up. You were grateful for her. “You know I do love you.” 

Akari smiled as she turned off the ignition to the car. “I’ve always got your back.” 

You both rushed into the meeting room afraid of being late but when you got there, there were only two other managers including Ijichi, and Principle Yaga sitting silently with a frown on his face. 

You checked your watch. There were two minutes until the meeting was supposed to start. No other sorcerers were here. You sat down next to Akari and Ijichi. You looked at the empty chair beside you and for a moment thought about switching sides with Akari but you decided it was too much. You were thinking too much about it. He was not going to sit next to you, that would have been bold and stupid. 

Suddenly the door opened and Shoko walked in giving you and Akari a smile. Two more sorcerers came in with a minute to spare. You watched the clock strike 7 and the door opened again. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was, his aura gave him away. You heard him head in your direction and you whipped your head in surprise as you heard the chair next to you slide out and Nanami sit down. 

You clenched your jaw and felt Akari poke you from the other side. You looked at her.

 You okay? She asked with her eyes. You nodded and rolled your eyes with a smile. She smiled back. You didn’t turn to look at him. 

This wasn’t the first time he had sat next to you in a meeting. The first time you had been way more nervous. It was about a year and a half ago; after he had just rejoined Jujutsu society. You had already started crushing on him and he had asked you for a pen to jot down some small detail about a schedule change. The rest was history.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the doors burst open and you heard a familiar chuckle. “Okay, okay, we can start now. I’m here!” Gojo. He walked in cockily and sat down in the front row of seats. Yaga gave him a scrutinizing look before standing up, ready to start. 

“You’re just the man I wanted to see, I have a mission for you.” Yaga grumbled. Gojo yawned in response. “Good morning everyone, I’ll make this short.” He shuffled some papers. “An update on the Okkotsu case, the boy’s violence has escalated resulting in the death of three high school students on Thursday evening. Yesterday Kisagari and Harutomi were sent to investigate and were instructed to bring the boy back.” He clenched his jaw. “They did not check in last night and upon further investigation Harutomi was found dead this morning a little outside the school grounds.” 

The room went silent. You frowned, this was more serious than anticipated. Both of the sorcerers were grade two, it came as a shock that one of them was dead.

“Satoru, can I rely on you to pick up where they left off?” 

Gojo stretched his arms and leaned back on his chair. “Of course,” he responded. 

Yaga went over some other brief reminders before dismissing the meeting. You’d volunteered to deliver some items the school was exchanging with the Kanagawa Prefecture Cultural Museum. You stayed in your chair a little longer reading over the file Akari handed you. Nanami slowly got up from his chair and you could sense him staring at you. He probably wanted to talk. You owed him that much. You turned to look at him but before you could say anything Ijichi appeared next to him. 

“I’m ready to head out whenever you are.” He said to Nanami. 

Nanami turned to him and nodded. “Let’s go.” 

You looked at Nanami but he turned away and started heading towards the door. You frowned and turned back to the papers in front of you. 

“You okay?” Akari said. 

You looked at her and smiled. “Yeah, I think I’m over it. It was a one night stand situation, I’m overthinking it.” She didn’t look convinced but you shook your head. “Believe me I’m not angry or hurt. Life’s too short for that.” 

    -

You headed out to your school assigned car and sat down. You glanced at the back seat in the rear view mirror. You felt your cheeks get hot as you remembered what had happened, and smacked your hands to the sides of your face. You could try to talk to him later…maybe.

As you drove towards Naka you thought about what you might eat for lunch. Along with bringing the items to the museum and picking up the ones they were trading, you were to go around and check the shrines in the area. You’d had a mission around here a while ago and remembered a soba restaurant close to the museum. Since you had spent the night at Akari’s you didn’t have the sandwich you had planned to eat today. Oh well, you thought, at least I wasn't the one that paid for it. 

You noticed you were getting close and called ahead to the museum. “Good morning, this is Y/N with Jujutsu Tech. I'm about 30 minutes away.” 

“Oh perfect,” A woman answered. “Head towards the employee parking, we’ve told the guard to let you in. By the way, we came across a new artifact donated by the estate of one of our late patrons. It looks very old and was kept in a special box, would you be able to take it to get it assessed?” 

“Yes of course!” You were a little hesitant to pick up unregistered cursed objects but usually it was no big deal. Especially if it was kept in a special box. It would be fine. 

As you walked into the back of the museum, a shiver went up your spine and you got a terrible feeling in your gut. You took a deep breath and went in, a little on edge. You went to the room you’d been instructed to and waited. Some of the items you were expecting to pick up were already laid out. An old cursed katana in need of restoration and a few Edo period items. You put down the box you were carrying. You were exchanging these items for an ancient tea set from the Nara period that was in prime condition and a painting scroll from around the same time. 

“Sorry for running a little late.” You jumped as a voice came from behind you. You tensed as you turned, you hadn’t even felt the person’s presence. 

“Oh, no problem, I’m Y/N.” 

“Yes, yes, this is the item I spoke to you on the phone about.” 

The lady put down an intricately decorated green box about 6 inches long and 4 wide. “We just got it in this morning. Our staff decided to open it to see what was inside, but only found one small object wrapped in a sort of paper wrap with writing on it. We couldn’t decipher the language, but right after we opened it the lights in the museum went out so we closed it.” She laughed nervously. “None of us are very superstitious, but we did get spooked.” 

She picked up the box to hand it to you. You grabbed it but felt that she had a tight grip on it. You pulled a little harder to take it from her but she just stared at the box. “Ma’am?” You pulled again but her grip hadn’t faltered. 

“I just…would like to see it one more time.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good-“ she yanked the box back and quickly lifted the locking notch to open the box. She stared inside. 

You went around her to look inside as well and gasped. You knew what this was. You had only seen one brought to the school when you were a student. It was one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers. You quickly shut the box and yanked it out of her hands. 

“I’ll take it from here.” She seemed to snap out of her daze and nodded. 

“Yes- uh. Let me find a box to put these loose items in so you can carry them easier. Excuse me.” The lady left the room and you stared at the box in shock. You needed to get this out of here.  

You quickly pulled your phone out and called the school. 

“Hello, this is Y/N. I’m picking up items from the Kanagawa Cultural Museum and they have given me one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers.” 

The person on the other end let out a small noise. “Is it bound?” 

“It’s wrapped in a talisman and contained in an emerald box.” 

“Okay... We can send the closest available sorcerers to assist you in ensuring it gets returned to the school without interruptions. Do not worry about your other tasks, the finger is the new priority.” You looked back at the box nervously. “Do you know if they unraveled the talisman?” 

“They opened the box and examined the finger but quickly closed it back up. The finger appears to still be partially wrapped in the box.” 

“We should assume they unwrapped the finger, even if it was only for a little bit, so there might be curses coming that way, and the talisman is probably weakened if not all together useless.” The guy sighed on the phone. “You said this was Y/N correct.” 

“Yes.” 

He was silent. “Take the finger and run, you won’t be able to handle whatever curses are coming your way.” 

You were hurt by his comments but knew it was true. You thanked him and hung up. You looked at the door. The lady was taking a while. You quickly began to unload your box and started loading the other contents into it. The sword was going to stick out too much so you quickly stuck it to your hip using your belt. You placed the finger in last and picked up the box. You went back into the hallway and once again felt the energy sour. 

You headed towards the exit when you noticed a shoe in the hallway. You clenched your teeth. It was a woman’s high heel, the same kind the lady had been wearing earlier. Your instincts told you to run to the car but then a smell hit your nose. Blood. Blood and the sickeningly bitter scent of a curse. 

Run. Your body was telling you to run. You were close to the exit, the car was parked right outside the door. You started to move your legs and turned towards the exit. You had been told the nearest sorcerers were heading your way. Someone else would be here to help. You would just get in the way and end up dying. You couldn’t fight, not well anyway. You didn’t have any weapons, you needed to leave, you needed to - you stopped in your tracks as you heard a small noise. You listened intently. 

“Help!” It was a whisper. “Please.” An agonizing voice coming from behind you. You turned trying to find the voice. “Help.” It was coming from the hallway to your left. You hesitated. You blinked and took a deep breath. You clutched the boxed items closer to yourself and your hand went to the katana on your hip. It was old and rusted but it was something, you weren’t completely unarmed. You quickly went toward the noise and peeked around the corner. 

You stood there shocked. The lady was sitting on the floor, her back to the wall, her face twisted in pain. She had a deep purple bruise on her right ankle and her left foot was gone. It looked like it had been hastily bit off. Where she was bleeding there was a small yellow curse lapping up the blood. 

“Help! Help me! Help.” She started yelling as she saw you approach. You ran over to her and shushed her. The little yellow curse didn’t even notice you, it was too busy drinking the blood, but it was growing in size. You put the box down next to her and looked at her wound. It was big, an injury like this required immediate attention. Your mind raced as you thought about what to do. You could try to heal it, try to use your RCT. However you had no medical knowledge whatsoever so the chances of you messing it up were greater than you fixing it. But you had to do something. Even if you didn’t understand, stopping the bleeding or scabbing it over would help tremendously. 

I don’t have enough CE for this, you thought bitterly. It would take a lot. You looked at the little creature in front of you and something clicked in your brain. You couldn’t explain it but you just knew what to do. You grabbed the creature by the base of its neck. It didn’t even flinch, it was too preoccupied consuming the trickling blood. That was until it started shrinking, its fingers curling, the tips of its ears wilting and then it started thrashing in your hands. 

You were absorbing its cursed energy. Your hand burned as you felt the rotten energy enter you. Your veins ached and you winced, feeling like you were going to be sick. The input was foul, you felt like you needed to expel it, quickly. You placed your other hand on the bloody stump and tried to focus on your reverse cursed technique. You laughed when you noticed something was happening only to flinch as the creature started to kick and scratch at you. You slammed it onto the floor trying to subdue it. It became more and more withered as you became accustomed to the feeling of absorbing its energy. The wound was looking much better. Almost. 

The yellow creature let out one final shriek before it completely deflated. The lady’s ankle was now a hardened scab. You knew it hadn’t healed completely but it wasn’t going to get any worse. You looked up and saw that she was staring horrified at your hand wrapped around the stump. In your other hand, the curse was now a grey lump of flesh. You clenched your fist and it disintegrated into ash. 

You looked up at the lady and let go of her leg. “We need to get outside.” Once outside you could make a veil and prevent whatever was inside from getting out. You had quickly deduced that the small yellow curse was not the one that had done the damage. There was something bigger and stronger and it was looking for the finger. 

You grabbed the green box with the finger, tucking it under your arm as you helped the lady up, letting her lean on you as you started for the door. You quickly hobbled there together. You were going to make it. You were two feet from the door. One foot. Your hand reached out to push when you suddenly felt the wind get knocked out of you. Your mouth flew open and released a stream of blood. The world went black for a second and you felt yourself falling. You came to, right before you hit the ground and regained your balance. You turned around quickly but your body was overcome with pain. Your hand went to your abdomen, you had broken some ribs. But what had hit you? You looked over at the lady and saw she was unconscious. “Shit.” You slid her off your shoulder and looked around for a curse. Nothing. You quickly checked her pulse. She was breathing. You sighed and stood up looking around. 

The box! You looked around the floor for it. You had dropped it when you had been hit. It was nowhere to be found. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You realized now the curse had probably slammed into you while trying to get the box. You had to get it back and fast. You stopped. No this isn’t right. I need to get this lady to safety and set a veil. I need to wait for the closest sorcerer to arrive, I can’t fight. You heard screaming from the hallway again. You clenched your jaw. You were terrified. 

You looked down at the lady and quickly picked her up. You were right by the door. You pushed open the door wheezing a little and trying your best to ignore the pain as she leaned into your broken ribs. You set her down on the steps outside and turned to the building. The curtain! you needed to put one up. You lifted a hand and muttered your phrase. 

You opened your phone and dialed the school. The same person picked up. “The situation has escalated. I was attacked and the curse got a hold of the finger. So far there's only been one confirmed injury, but I think many others are in danger. I’ve placed a veil for now,” you said.

“Stay put, help is almost there.” You looked back at the building and frowned. You hung up. You heard another yell and your stomach dropped. You felt yourself tearing up. There had to be something you could do. You needed to do something, anything, you couldn’t just stand there while everyone inside was in danger. It wasn’t fair. 

You felt your body move and before you realized, you found yourself stepping into the veil. You quickly went to the door and stepped back into the building. You saw more of the little yellow creatures climbing up and down the walls. You counted seven. They were all moving towards the same place. Looking along the wall, you spotted what you were looking for and quickly hobbled over to push the fire alarm. 

The alarm rang in your ears. You coughed and winced as more blood came out of your mouth. Your chest ached with every step, every breath, but you kept going. Someone was yelling for help. Without thinking you snatched one of the little yellow curses and started absorbing it. You were careful not to heal your own wounds. You’d been able to help the lady, but with little understanding of internal anatomy, something told you you’d do more damage than good. 

You turned the corner and found a man in shock staring at where his hand once was. You rushed over and grabbed it with your free hand exerting the cursed energy into it. The little fiend shriveled in your hand again as the wound scabbed over.

As the alarm cycled you hoped people in the museum were evacuating. Since you were in the employee backrooms you couldn’t tell. The man stared at his hand traumatized and you left him there to try to find the creature. The closer you felt you got, the more of the little yellow demons swarmed the walls, like vultures waiting for prey. You pushed past twenty trying to get through a door frame and you were surprised to see that there were at least a hundred in the next room. The curse you were looking for was there too. 

It was a large pudgy creature, around 6 feet tall with frog-like features. It had grubby hands and ornate green stripes along its back. It was muttering something, you couldn’t make out the phrase. It had a disembodied human hand in its mouth and it was sucking on the exposed wrist draining it of blood. Every time it slurped, the fingers of the hand would contract open and closed. It made your stomach uneasy. 

The curse didn’t notice you coming in, it was too preoccupied trying to open the emerald box. You noted the curse had it backwards and was trying to pry it open on the side with the hinges. You didn’t know how much longer you had. You debated what to do. In this room the curse was isolated, it couldn’t access any more victims and hopefully a majority, if not all, of the people in the museum had evacuated. There was a sorcerer on the way, you could leave it here or wait outside of the door to direct them towards the curse. 

But the finger….You could get it while it was distracted, or at least try to. You had the katana and even though it was old, it was still a weapon. As you pondered what to do you noticed the room had gone silent. The creature was still mumbling and trying to get the box open but the other small yellow creatures had gone quiet. You put your hand on the hilt of the katana once again uneasy. You made your decision. Even if you were useless you could buy some time. You slowly crept closer and closer to the curse. You took a quiet breath before pulling out the sword and swinging it at the monster's neck. 

The sword hit the curse’s flesh with a loud thunk. It was blunt. Practically useless. The creature stopped struggling with the box and its head quickly turned to look at you. It had two sets of eyes, although they all seemed to be looking in different directions. Suddenly the curse made a dive at you, mouth open ready to bite. 

You attempted to dodge to the right but you were too slow to completely move out of the way. You felt a cool sensation on your arm and you turned to see your left arm in a sorry state. The skin on your forearm and elbow was gone. Blood poured out and you could only stare in horror. The pain hit you all at once and you barely managed to turn away from your arm, trying to locate where the curse was now. It was staring at you seemingly confused as to how it had missed you, the sliver of your flesh hanging down out of its mouth like a tongue. 

It looked like it was going to charge at you again and as you started backing away you realized your back was to the wall. It realized this too and moved forward at a ridiculous speed. All you managed to do was bring up the old katana. You shut your eyes embracing yourself for the fatal blow but you only felt the curses’ plump body falling into you, wriggling around. The sword was in your hand but your wrists were twisted awkwardly around the handle and you realized it had become stuck in the creature's mouth. You let go and pushed against the creature with your leg. 

In its shocked state, it stumbled backwards and you were able to see what had happened. It had opened its mouth wide and lodged the katana between the top of his mouth and his jaw. He couldn’t shut it. It reached desperately to try to pry it out but its stubby arms couldn’t reach inside its own mouth. 

You quickly took advantage of its distraction to try to locate the green box. You spotted it on the ground in the middle of the room.You looked back at the creature making sure it was still distracted and started sneaking away. 

It suddenly let out a loud screech and its body started contorting. Its head grew bigger and smaller, arms longer and shorter. It seemed to be trying to molt out of its body to get rid of the sword. But no matter how much it twisted and yelled the sword wouldn’t come out. You wondered for a second, what kind of curse was imbued on the sword. 

You took another step away and suddenly the creature’s attention snapped back to you. You tried to make a run for it but it hurtled its way in front of you and slammed you back into the wall. 

You yelled out weakly, more blood spilling from your mouth and your left arm sending a shooting pain throughout your body as your exposed muscle stained the wall with your blood. The curse moved its hands to your neck and lifted you up, choking you against the wall. You desperately tried to inhale and tried not to panic, but the combination of the pain and lack of oxygen wasn’t letting you think clearly. You kicked desperately at the curse but it wasn’t budging. You put your hands up to its wrists and tried to budge them to no avail.   

As you started to see dots, your kicks got weaker. You felt its grip tighten and your hands fell weakly onto its arms. You began trying to take the energy out. Your body felt almost as if it was on autopilot. No air and feeling defeated, you started to allow the cursed energy you were absorbing into you entirely. You felt a burning sensation on your arm and coming from inside your chest. Your entire body felt hot as you felt things fixing themselves. You also noticed the grip around your neck had faltered some as you took a desperate and choppy gulp of air. That little flow of oxygen allowed you to think a little more clearly as you kept absorbing the CE. 

You didn’t want to finish healing yourself but you needed to put the energy somewhere. You looked at the curse in front of you. Its face was right in front of your chest. You reached down with your right hand and grabbed the blade of the katana. You began transferring the energy into it. You felt the sword get hot and push back, almost as if it was refusing the new input of CE, but after gripping the steel tighter you felt the sword lose its dullness. 

The rust started to fall away and the metallic sheen of the blade began to glow. The edge of the sword was becoming very sharp. You wanted to let go but found that your hand was bound to it, the transfer requiring more and more CE and blood and pain. You felt the blade cut into your palm and you ground your teeth. You needed to stop. You ripped your hand away from the blade and removed your hand from the curse’s arm. You quickly put your hands into the curse’s mouth and grabbed its teeth and lip. You pulled its upper jaw down hard for it to close its mouth and watched as the newly sharpened sword point pierce through the creature’s palate and skewered out through the top of its head. As the tip of the blade suddenly appeared through its skull, the grip around your neck loosened and the curse dropped flat on the ground, twitching. 

You could only stare in shock at what had just happened. 

Suddenly a rush of the small yellow curses began moving forward to consume the liquids oozing out of the curse. You felt your stomach churn as you watched them lap everything up. You turned away from the sight and looked for the box. You took a staggering step towards the item, still laying in the middle of the room, and let out a yelp. Your entire body felt heavy and tired. You felt sick. You still had an excess of CE and your body couldn’t handle it. You collapsed to your knees as you neared the box. You placed your palms on the floor and tried to expel the energy from your body. The floor beneath you turned black and cracked. You poured it all out and felt slight relief, but still felt sore and achy. You looked back up at the box and reached for it. You took it in your hands and sat back. You took a shaky breath and laughed. That could have been bad. 

You jumped as you heard the door open and quickly turned towards it. You felt a slight pang of relief as you realized it was a pair of sorcerers. That relief turned to anger as you realized it was two students. 

Inumaki and Maki. They stared at you curiously and looked around trying to make sense of what had happened. You looked around too. The place was crawling with little yellow curses, a horde of them concentrated on the still twitching body of the large curse with a katana stuck through his skull. There was a human hand just laying limp to your right and you were sitting in the middle of the room. You bet you were a sight to see. Your suit was torn in various places, soaked in blood from wounds that had healed. 

“Are you okay?” Maki asked. 

“The curse-“ you stopped and put a hand up to your throat. It was burning and speaking felt difficult. Your voice had a heavy rasp to it due to your windpipe almost being crushed. You tried to clear your throat but it sent a sharp pain down it. “The curse has been defeated, I secured the finger.” You finally said fighting against the fire in your throat. You held up the box. “Are you two the only ones here?” 

“Daisuke is outside, he drove us here.” Another manager. 

“Tuna.” 

“We’ll take care of these creatures, Daisuke is waiting with another secure container to put the finger in.” 

You sighed and nodded. “Any casualties?” 

“None, almost everyone was evacuated. Police and firemen have arrived on scene. The veil you placed is very good.” Maki said. 

You slowly got to your feet and tucked the box under your right arm. You had healed your previously flayed left arm but it still felt sore. You put your hand on your left elbow to try to comfort it. “Be careful. He’s down but he’s got razor sharp teeth. Also we need that sword. If you could get it for me that would be great,” you said with a smile. You could tell from their faces that it wasn’t very convincing.

You limped out of the room and collapsed against the wall once you were out. They sent students? If the curse had gotten a hold of the finger the students would have been in serious danger. You would have surely been killed, and they wouldn’t have known what they were walking into. You were going to say something when you got back. You got back to your feet and started heading towards the exit. 

You spotted Daisuke talking with some policemen as you emerged from the veil. He looked at you shocked to see the state you were in and quickly pulled out a wooden box to put the cursed item in. You dropped the box into it and he quickly shut it, muttering some kind of extra enchantment on it. 

You leaned against the car exhausted and still feeling off. “Are you okay?” 

You looked at him and nodded. “Yes,” you hesitated. “But I think I’m going to need you to give me a ride back to the school.” 

The students finished up quickly and you sat in the passenger seat sleeping the whole way back. You felt uneasy still. Your bones creaking and your entire body sore. 

Once inside the school you insisted on taking the box and delivering it to the main office. You wanted to talk to the staff member you had talked with over the phone. 

You swung open the door to his office and stormed up to his desk. You dropped the box onto the infront of him and stared the worker down. “Here it is. One of the legendary Ryomei Sukuna fingers, one of the most powerful relics in the world, previously unwrapped and unbound less than an hour ago.” 

The guy looked at the box and then up at you giving you a criticizing glare. “You seem upset.”

“Why the fuck would you send two students instead of a high ranked sorcerer?”

The guy looked away from you and smirked. “They were the closest available and besides, if you were able to handle it why would I waste someone’s time?” He gave you a snarky smile. 

Your blood boiled. He had a point but you had gotten so lucky. “They could have gotten hurt if the curse had been able to get the finger, you didn’t know the whole situation of what was going on.” 

He shrugged. “It looks like I made the right decision. If you, out of anyone, was able to defeat the curse, there was no real danger. The curse even cauterized the wounds. None of the victims were in grave danger.” 

“What?” 

“Two of the victims were found with missing limbs but not even bleeding out or anything.” He started to act annoyed. “Look I have things to do, I expect your report by tomorrow, let us know your thoughts in the appropriate feedback section. Have a nice day. Get out.” 

You stared at him frustrated before storming out of the room and almost running into someone. “Sorry,” you muttered before looking up. It was Nanami. 

He looked down at you concerned by the state you were in, bloodied and sweaty. “Y/N are you okay?” 

For some reason that was your last straw. His question made your eyes start watering. You rolled your eyes blinking hard to try to stop the tears. “I’m fine.” You said not meeting his gaze. He didn’t move. 

“You should go see Shoko.” He said, his voice now softer. He moved his hand to your face, carefully placing it under your chin to make you look at him. His thumb grazed your cheek. You looked up at him and frowned, tears leaking from your eyes. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Nothing had been going your way and you were exhausted. You took a step forward towards Nanami and wrapped your arms around him. 

It was stupid, but you desperately needed some kind of comfort. He didn’t move at first but he eventually put his arms around you. You buried your face into his shirt and felt yourself relax for the first time in hours. You felt your eyes close right as your legs gave out beneath you.

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˚₊✩‧₊nana here: okay okay i got a little (a lot) carried away with the fight scene. I just love making Y/N a badass and I promise it makes sense later. Again theres a lot added in thats part of a longer story but idk...if anything i'll cross post here and ao3. Thank yall for reading and as always if you saw a typo, no you didn't.

please click on through to pt. 4 and if you did read this all, I love you.

super duper shout out to @zoldsick for reading and editing my crazy ideas, thank you cath<3

pt. 1 pt. 2. pt. 4 pt 5.

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₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 4

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3.

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you've now had two extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento. After surviving a terrifying encounter with a curse you feel like you can finally think clearly. Nanami wants to talk to you as well, is it finally time to put it all out there?

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, slight angst, explicit smut (mdni) !!

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 7.8k (sorry not sorry)

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: I wrote like five different versions of this chapter and this is the one i'm finally happy with. I love a good confession. I hope y'all enjoy the ending heheheh!

˚₊✩‧₊obligatory mistki song to accompany this chapter

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You woke up to a bright, sterile light flooding your surroundings. You were in the infirmary. You couldn’t remember how you got there but you blushed as you remembered Nanami outside of the office. He had probably brought you here after you passed out. You propped yourself up and looked down at your body. You had been stripped of your suit jacket and button up and were now in a white undershirt. Your right arm was hooked up to an IV. You looked over at your left and took in the aftermath of the hasty healing. The arm looked almost completely normal but the skin was a little bit discolored, more pink, like a fresh scar. 

You pressed down on your rib cage and didn’t feel pain anymore. Shoko must have fixed you up. Your neck felt better and you cleared your throat. No pain. You put a hand up to your throat and massaged it thinking back to how close you had been to dying. 

You spotted movement from the corner of your eye and turned your head towards it. Shoko was walking up to you. “Are you an angel?” You said as you smiled at her. 

She shook her head. “You are just full of surprises.” She pulled up a chair next to you and sat down. “Did you know you could use RCT?” 

You looked at her and nodded slowly. “Not well, that’s why I have this scar on my lip. I discovered it in my fourth year. I don’t have enough output to heal anything major.” 

“You say that but you were able to patch yourself up pretty well for being inexperienced. And the two victims, they’re saying the curse’s bite was clean, but I think something else happened.” She wasn’t saying any of this in an accusatory manner but something made you uneasy. 

“I…” 

“You used recycled cursed energy didn’t you?” You stared at her briefly before finally nodding. Even though you had never been told it was bad, it felt wrong to admit it. 

“I don’t know what happened, I just suddenly knew what to do. I grabbed a smaller curse and…” you made a sharp inhale noise, “and then I felt the weight in my hand and I was able to” you made a whoosh sound with your mouth. “And then it just worked.” You frowned as you realized how stupid that sounded. 

“I see.” She understood. You shook off your surprise. 

“Talking about it now…it feels wrong, like I shouldn’t have done it.” 

“It is wrong.” She said simply. “Well, it’s taboo.” She looked up at you. “It’s not a technique just anyone can use, the old heads think it would be used inappropriately by the wrong people. Under the right circumstances it would allow for a sorcerer to have an unlimited power supply and become basically invincible.” She sighed. “They always think the worst of people. You’re not like that are you?” You looked at her and shook your head. “Good.” She stood up. “Take my advice, don’t tell anyone what you did. Falsify your report.” 

“It won’t make sense how I was able to defeat the curse then.” 

“Lie, tell them it was weak. It just caught you by surprise, they have no reason to suspect anything as of now.” 

You looked down at your hands bitterly. If you falsified it and called it weak your little outburst would be unjustified. The students could have been facing an unimaginable danger. 

“Will you teach me?” you asked.

Shoko smiled. “Nanami asked me the same thing,” you glanced at her curiously. “If I could teach you how to correctly use RCT I mean.” She stared at you looking for a reaction. You didn’t have one. She smirked. “You should give him a chance. I’ve never seen him so interested in someone.” 

You felt your face burn up and blushed. “He told me he wasn’t interested.” You said softly. 

“He talks out of his ass to look cool. He probably didn’t mean it.” 

“It’s probably only because we-“ you stopped yourself and blushed again. 

Shoko laughed. “Oh I know.” 

“You do?” You said horrified. 

“Nanami’s one of my dearest friends, I got it out of him. He looked frazzled the next day and I always get the information I want.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s so hard headed and in denial of how he feels.” You looked down at your hands. “I can see you’re both like that.” She grabbed your hand. “I think you’d be good for him.” She smiled softly. “I haven’t really known you for very long but your spirit reminds me of someone. You act like the weight of the real world hasn’t affected you, but I’ll admit I did some digging and know that you’ve gone through a lot.” You didn’t look at her. “You’re very optimistic for someone who’s lost so much. I think you should at least give it a shot.” 

“If I do…” she listened intently, “will you teach me?” She laughed. 

“Sneaky.” She shrugged. “We’d have to rearrange your schedule and find a reason to justify it to the higher ups.” She sighed. “But sure, why not.” 

You nodded thankful. “Speaking of managers…why don't you give Ijichi a shot?” 

She smiled and shook her head. “I’d ruin him. Besides, I’m not into younger men.” 

Shoko discharged you about an hour later, you both got caught up talking about a little bit of everything. You looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was almost 7 pm. You went out to the hallway. You needed to call a ride to get the car back from the museum, all your things were in there, you had been too exhausted to think about grabbing them before you left. You had a report to write. 

“Can I speak with you for a moment?” You jumped and turned to look. Nanami smiled slightly. “I didn’t mean to startle you, my apologies.” 

“It’s okay…were you waiting the whole time?” 

“I was.” 

You were a bit surprised. “You should have come in! We weren’t really discussing anything important. I wouldn’t have taken so long if I had known you were waiting.” 

“It’s alright, I wanted to speak with you privately and there are ears everywhere in there.” He seemed irritated and you had a feeling he was referring to Shoko. 

“Ah, I need to walk to the main entrance, would you want to walk with me?” For some reason you didn’t feel any sort of resentment towards him, you felt rather calm in his presence. Having almost died four hours ago probably had something to do with it. “I need to go to the museum again to get the school car.” 

“Do you need a ride?” 

“Um,” you thought about it. You smiled at him. “Let’s see how this talk goes first.” 

You walked down the hallway with him. Neither of you spoke for the first minute. 

“I overheard some of your conversation with the office worker. What happened today?” he said.  

You frowned as you thought about it. Should you tell him about your RCT? You could trust him, right? You looked at him and scrunched your face. “I unexpectedly picked up one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers that had been unwrapped from its seal.” He stiffened. “I managed to stop a curse from getting it but at the cost of doing something a little unorthodox. I broke a couple of ribs, ruptured some internal organs and almost degloved my left arm but it was nothing a little RCT couldn’t fix.” You said with a smile. “Anyway, I was a little upset because while I was told the nearest sorcerer was on the way, they sent two students. Two first years at that.” You furrowed your brows. “If things had played out a little differently. If I had failed they would be in over their heads.” You sighed. “I probably sound stupid, or like I’m doubting their abilities. It’s just, they’re kids, they shouldn't have been the first line of defense.” You turned to look at Nanami after he didn’t say anything back. “I know it’s sort of silly, we’re a school after all… I think I have a soft spot for them because my younger sister is around their age.” 

“I share the same sentiment.” Nanami said, a somber look on his face.. “I don’t think it’s silly.” 

“Thank you.” You said with a smile. You both walked in silence again. “What..what did you want to talk to me about?” Nanami stayed silent for a bit longer. You looked at him again. “I have a feeling I know what it’s about. For some reason last night feels like so long ago…For me at least.” 

“I did want to discuss that, but seeing as you’ve had a long day…” 

You laughed a little. “Don’t worry about it. If anything it might make me feel better, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately but I think today snapped everything into perspective. It was a good wake up call.” You put your hands on your cheeks and shook your head. “I’ve been thinking too much about myself and when that happens I start to overthink and criticize everything I do or that others do to me.” You sighed. “So let’s talk it out.” 

“Why are you so convinced I wanted someone else every time we’ve been together?” 

“Straight to the point, fair enough.” You muttered. 

“You told me it could have been anyone, and that you weren’t the one I was hoping for. What did you mean by that?” He asked. 

“I..I just thought that maybe,” you felt your face getting hot. You sighed, “After you were affected by the curse, I mean even before that, you might have known something was going to happen and that maybe you had expected Akari to drive you originally and so you might have been a little disappointed when…when it was me instead.” Nanami was silent. You turned away from him. “You don’t have to say anything, I’ve already accepted it.” 

You heard him let out a breath of laughter and turned quickly to look at him. He put a hand up to hide his smile. “I apologize.” You frowned. “I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat. “You’re so quick to resolve your invented problems instead of talking them out. I mean, you’ve already accepted what? That I had, based on a mission that was changed three times, somehow masterminded a plan to sleep with a manager?” You looked at the floor embarrassed. 

“When you say it like that…” you muttered. 

   “I’m flattered you think I’m capable of such forward thinking, really.” He seemed more relaxed. “How do you explain what we did last night then? If it wasn’t you I wanted, why would I come for you again?” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe you think I’m easy.” 

He stopped walking and got serious. You looked back over your shoulder at him. “I would never think that.” He seemed disgusted at the idea. He walked up to you, his gaze softening. “I’m afraid I continue to hurt you without meaning to. I need to be more honest, as you have.” He looked at you and you couldn’t help but blush. “If it had been anyone else in the car I would have had much, much more restraint.” He removed his glasses and looked you right in the eyes. “There’s something about you that draws me to you. I can’t explain it, I don’t want to explain it, and against my better judgment I can’t seem to stay away from you.” 

You stared back shocked. “I-“ 

“Today something in my gut told me to wait for you to return from your mission. I felt sick with worry when I heard something had gone wrong. I could have just left you with Shoko and asked for an update later but I couldn’t leave you. I’m not acting like myself, and it’s frustrating, you’re frustrating. You come up with solutions instead of speaking to me and I admire your independence, but I can’t help wanting to be involved in your decisions.” You didn’t know what to say. “I tend to be cold towards people in an effort to isolate myself. I’ve been hurt in the past and the last thing I want is to let someone in when everything in our lives is so impermanent. However, it’s too late for me.” He looked at you now with a deep sadness in his eyes. “You’ve broken my defenses. I need you.” 

You continued to stare at him wordlessly, shocked at everything he had just confessed. He liked you. He really really liked you. He needed you. You blushed and stuttered over your next words. “I- I don’t know what to say.” His face was slowly turning pink. “Me? I broke through to you?” He nodded. “I’m not very special.” You muttered quietly. 

“You’re very good at underestimating yourself.” You gave him a look. “Despite the sorcerer world turning its back on you, you continue to be loyal to it, and you care about the people around you. If I had been interested in Akari you would have helped me, correct?” 

“Yes.” You said. 

“You’re either a very good liar or you’ve got a good heart. That’s very rare.” He stepped closer to you and you thought he might try to kiss you again. “If you had driven Satoru and he had been affected by the curse would you have let him sleep with you?” 

You made a face and frowned. “No.” 

“If it had been anyone else?” 

“No.” You had to look away from his intense gaze. “The reason Akari passed me the mission was because she knew I liked you,” you blushed and looked up quickly. “We didn’t know what kind of mission it was! That’s not the reason at all I didn’t know it would be a-“ 

“I believe you.” 

You looked at him nervously. He had backed up some. You were both silent for a bit. “I’m happy.” You finally said. “But I’m…hesitant?” You frowned and looked down at your hands. “I…I mean I almost died today. Back at the cafe, when you said that romantic matters weren’t really smart in our line of work I honestly thought you were making some sort of excuse to turn me down. I know you’re not one to do that, I was just overthinking everything. But now…” you looked up at him. He seemed to understand and solemnly put his glasses back on. “I’m not very strong. Shoko can teach me how to use RCT and I’m so grateful for that, but it may mean I’ll be out in the field more. Even if I’m not, there’s no guarantee I’ll ever really be safe on missions. I don’t want to hurt you.” He was silent. “The moment I thought I was going to die I had nothing in my mind. I fought back of course but I didn’t have any regrets, I didn’t have anyone to worry about. All my dues have been paid and I’ve set everything up for when I’m gone. I…I didn’t even think about you.” You frowned. “I shouldn’t have said that.” You didn’t want to look at him. That must’ve hurt. “I thought you didn’t like me, I thought you-“ 

“I understand.” Your chest felt tight. His tone was neutral again. 

“It seems we’ve switched positions huh.” You said. 

“I’m not giving up on you,” he stated.

“What?” 

“I’ve found something that I want and I’ve made a promise to myself to not have any regrets when I die.” He came closer to you again. “I believe in the separation of business and pleasure. It’s dangerous to mix both, however as I’ve said, I need you.” He leaned in closer. He was going to kiss you this time you were sure. “Even if we don’t work out, even if you turn me down right now, I wouldn’t regret it. I feel as if I’ve said what I needed to.” He leaned even closer and you felt his breath on your face. “Are you not even curious to see if we could do it?” He whispered and you closed your eyes. He was going to kiss you. You felt his warmth fade and you opened your eyes to see him smirking and backing away. “You’re very honest with me, but you should be honest with yourself.” He started walking down the hallway leaving you standing there. You realized you had puckered your lips and everything. “I don’t mean to be rude when I say this, but,” he stopped for a moment. “Will you let fear rule your life?” 

You watched him walk. Will you let fear rule your life? It ringed in your ears. Up until now you had. After all, you were always the first to call yourself a coward. You hated confrontation. You had been so afraid of curses and of being hurt. But could you have done what you had if you were truly a coward? You had saved two lives, just today. You had fought tooth and nail to get that finger and unknowingly saved two students from meeting a worse fate. You had endured the rigorous years at Jujutsu Tech and everything in between. You had left home when you knew you were unwanted. You should have been afraid then, but you weren’t. You started tearing up a little. 

“Are you coming?” You looked up to see Nanami had stopped and turned towards you. 

He looked like he always had, well put together, confident in his stance, not a crease in his suit, so utterly unbothered. He glanced at his watch. You began walking towards him. Standing right in front of him you looked straight up at him. He looked down at you and cocked his head. You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. You hugged him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his suit. “Thank you.” You said to him. “I want to live fearlessly.” You looked up into his glasses, the light was hitting them just right and you saw his eyes through them. You felt his heartbeat against your chest and you lifted yourself up on your toes to kiss him. 

He kissed you back gently, letting you take the lead before he flipped you to push you against the wall and attacked your lips. You laughed against his mouth and he backed his head away to look at you. 

“We’re in public.” 

He scowled. “I don’t care.” He looked serious and you know what he was going to say next. “Come home-“ 

“I haven’t been home in a while. I need to check on my plants.” 

He gave you a look. “Plants?” 

“I didn’t even get to eat the sandwiches you bought me.” 

He kissed you again quickly. “I live near the café, I’ll buy you as many as you want.” 

“You really like me, huh.” 

He laughed and you smiled as you watched him. “You make me smile. Not many people can.” he backed up and you watched as he fixed his tie. “You’re going to have to think of a better excuse than your plants,” he said. 

“And why do you want me to come over so badly?” you asked in a teasing tone. You both continued to walk down the hall. 

“Well right now I think Ieiri would want someone to watch over you, given your condition.” 

“Right, my condition,” you agreed sarcastically.

“You need someone to take care of you,” he said. “It wouldn’t do if you just collapsed again on your way out. As someone with a higher rank, it’s within my responsibility to take care of you.”

“Within your responsibility, I see.” He nodded.

“I’m glad you agree. I’m only suggesting this out of concern of course.” 

“Oh yes, I’m so grateful that Grade 1 Sorcerer, Nanami Kento, can take time out of his busy schedule to watch over me. In fact I am feeling a bit faint, thank goodness he’s so responsible.” 

He nodded again, “I really am.” 

You laughed and felt your chest growing warm. “Well then, is it within your responsibility to do this?” You put your hand on his shoulder turning him towards you for another kiss. 

You pulled back to see he had no reaction, but the tips of his ears turned pink. You tilted your head, staring at him with a smile on your face. His lips tightened as he pretended to be deep in thought. He sighed, “I would say so, besides you requested it so kindly, who am I to turn you away.” 

You laughed. “I’m glad my kindness isn’t lost on you. Would you be so kind as to kiss me again?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. He finally smiled back at you and pulled you in for another kiss. He put his hands up to hold your face close to him. 

“So I take it, you're agreeing?”

 You mimicked his thinking face, “Hmmm, sure. Why not.” He kissed you again. 

“I would invite you out to eat beforehand, however I’m sure you’d like to clean up first.” 

“I’d love a shower right now, but I have to drive to Naka-ku for the car, remember.” He frowned and you kissed him again. “Patience Nanami, you’ll get what you want after.” 

He scoffed and squeezed your face a little before dropping his hands. “You’re in no shape to get worked up. I do genuinely want to make sure you’re alright.”

You frowned at him now. “I’m tougher than I look.” he raised an eyebrow. “But maybe you’re right…especially because you haven’t been very gentle with me.” You smiled but you saw his expression darken. 

“I do apologize,” he said. 

You shrugged. “It wasn’t a complaint.” 

You heard footsteps coming from the corner ahead and stepped back from Nanami. Daisuke appeared from around the corner and looked shocked to see you. 

“Y/N! I was just coming to check on you.” His eyes went to Nanami who stood there silently. 

He nodded in acknowledgement. “Daisuke.”

“Nanami.” Daisuke said back respectfully. 

“I’m okay, I was on my way to get the car from the museum.” Daisuke was still staring at Nanami, “Ah, Nanami escorted me to Shoko after I dropped off the finger, I guess I passed out.” 

Daisuke turned back to you worried. “You’re okay now right?” 

“Yes, I’m practically brand new, Shoko fixed me up. And Nanami offered to give me a ride to the museum.” 

“Ah,” he glanced at him again. Nanami checked his watch. “Well, don’t worry about that, Akari went out to get the car. She should be back in any minute now. She's worried sick about you. She had me check on you.” You looked at him curiously. Why hadn’t she texted you. You felt around for your phone and realized you didn’t have it. You must have dropped it at the museum. 

“Well you can tell her I’m okay. I seem to have dropped my phone, I’ll wait for her to get here.” Daisuke nodded and looked at Nanami who checked his watch yet again. 

“Ah, I can wait with Y/N if you have somewhere to be sir.” Daisuke said. 

Nanami looked up and frowned. “No need, I’ll walk her to where she needs to go.” 

Daisuke seemed confused. “Okay…” 

“Walk with us. Do you know where she’ll be?” You all started walking, Nanami behind you and Daisuke typing away on his phone. 

“She’ll probably be in the garage, she has to check the cars tonight before they’re serviced.” 

“Okay, do you know if she needs any help?” 

“She’ll probably say no.” He typed silently. “She said no.” 

“Stubborn.” You said. You turned back to look at Nanami and smiled at him, he seemed to lighten up some. “Well I’m not keeping you from anything right Daisuke?” 

“No, I’m going to leave once I get to the garage. It’s past my time to head out.” 

“Thank you for helping me out today.” 

He nodded as he typed something else. “Of course. She’s pulling in now.” As the three of you walked, Daisuke continued to type away at his phone. You tried to sneak a glance at what he was typing but could only make out he was messaging with Akari. You suddenly felt Nanami pull on the back of your shirt. You smiled and slowed down to walk next to him instead of Daisuke, Daisuke didn’t seem to notice. You looked up at him and smiled again picking at his collar after you noticed his tie was crooked. He grabbed your hand as you pulled away and you blushed. 

Daisuke stopped in front of the parking garage and looked around for his car. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved at you and bowed slightly at Nanami. Nanami nodded. 

“So you’re the jealous type,” you said as you both watched Daisuke walk away. 

Nanami frowned. “No, I’m not.” He crossed his arms, but he was a little flustered. “I was just annoyed that he interrupted us.” 

“Sure…” you teased. 

He sighed, “Maybe you should go check on your plants.” 

You smacked him playfully and laughed. “Shut up.”

“Y/N!” You heard Akari call out for you. You turned to see her rushing towards you. “Back to back you have me worried about you. I need you to stop getting into trouble, please.” She glanced back at Nanami and bowed slightly. “Good evening.” 

“Akari,” he said, nodding back. 

“I’m okay, a lot happened but it all worked out. I’ll write a report tonight and submit it first thing tomorrow. I don’t have the energy to retell it twice.” 

“Okay,” Akari said. “Oh I found your phone,” she pulled it out of her pocket. “They’re saying it was a gas leak and that a broken pipe left two staff members with injuries that needed amputations. It’s all over the news.” 

You frowned. “Besides the amputations, are the staff members okay?” 

“Yes, the man is still in shock, the woman has been directed and interviewed.” 

You nodded satisfied. “I’m going to head home. Please let me know if you need help with inventory tonight.” 

Akari sighed and shook her head, “Don’t worry about it. Let me know when you get home.” She glanced over at Nanami, “Do you need anything sir?” 

He shook his head. “I was just talking with Y/N, I wanted to make sure she was okay.” 

Akari smiled, “You’re so kind.” you made a face at her when you recognized the sarcasm and the look she was giving him. She looked at you confused. It’s okay you mouthed at her. She looked at you still confused, we talked! She couldn’t read your lips. We talked, you repeated. She shook her head. 

“We talked it out.” You said out loud. You looked back at Nanami. “I told her about the car..” he blushed and nodded. “I also told her you turned me down and that you were kind of an asshole, I was mad.” He smiled a little. “But we talked it out.” You turned to Akari. “We’re good now.” 

“So what are you dating her now?” 

“It’s not-“ 

“I was asking him,” she said pointedly. You rolled your eyes at her. She was being protective, which you had been grateful for in the past but now you were a little annoyed. 

“She hasn’t fully agreed, but as of now she knows I’m interested in her.” 

“It’s getting late,” you murmured trying to change the subject. 

Akari looked at you confused. “You’ve fawned over him for the last two years and now you can’t give him an answer?” 

“I’m going to hit you.” 

“Well I’m proud of you, know your worth.” She turned to Nanami, “You’d be lucky to have her.” 

“I’m very aware.” He said. 

You were so embarrassed. “I’m going to go now.” you grumbled. “I’ll talk to you later, Akari.” 

“Text me,” She said, waving you off. 

Nanami walked you to his car. You weren’t really surprised when you saw it. It was a foreign make, you wouldn’t have expected less. He opened the door for you and you nervously sat down. When he came in and turned the car on you noticed the radio was off. 

“You really don’t listen to music do you?” 

Nanami looked at the radio and shook his head. “I don’t. But you could play something if you’d like.” 

“No, it’s okay, I won’t change it up for you.” You both rode in silence as he pulled away from the school. “Why don’t you listen to music?” 

“You can play something if you’d like.” He said smiling. 

“No, I’m just curious.” 

He was silent for a bit longer and you were afraid you might have pushed it. “I used to have a friend while I was attending jujutsu tech.” You knew who he was talking about. “We were teenagers together,” Nanami smiled fondly. “He used to show me all types of music. Every day it was something new, he was very into the charts and new releases. I could never keep up.” His smile dropped and he was a little more somber. “After he passed I just…”

“I see.” You say quietly. “Thank you for sharing with me. I’m sorry I brought it up.” 

“Don’t be, I understand it’s a strange habit.” 

“No it’s sort of sweet, it’s like a moment of silence for him.” You worried you might have overstepped once that left your mouth, but he smiled. 

“Something like that.” 

You continued to chat until you reached the apartment building you had pulled up to two days ago. You turned to him. “I’m curious to see what your place looks like. If your car is any indication, I bet it’s nice.” 

“It’s a bit messy at the moment, I wasn’t really expecting company.” 

-

Messy? You looked around at the spotless apartment. The hues of greys and browns elegantly accentuated the minimalist design of his furniture. “This is really nice,” you said looking around. You noticed a large bookshelf in the living room filled with books of all different thicknesses and colors. You smiled as you saw a pile of different books scattered around the coffee table. “Were you looking for something?” 

“Ah, thats…” you turned to him curiously before looking back at the books. Pride and Prejudice, The Sound of Waves, Jane Eyre, the more you looked the more you realized they were all romance books. 

You slowly turned to look at him, he was looking down at the books, his face pink. “Were you reading through these..for me?” you asked softly. You didn’t want him to think you were teasing him. 

After a beat he nodded. “I'm afraid I'm a bit clueless when it comes to romance,” The flush to his face had calmed but his ears were still burning. “I was looking for...help or rather, inspiration if you will.” 

You turned to face him and moved directly in front of his frame. You slowly reached up to remove his glasses. He moved his face closer to allow you access. You didn’t know why but you were suddenly very aware of your fingertips on his skin, brushing along his temples as you removed his specs. You pulled them down and stared into his hazel eyes. “Well, I don’t think you really need the help..” you said, you felt your cheeks burning as you thought about what you were about to say next. “I’ve already liked you for some time now.” 

He took a small step closer to you. He carefully pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and moved his hand under your chin. You saw his eyes flicker down your body before looking back into your eyes. 

He sighed before backing away from you completely. “You’ve had a long day, you should wash up and get some rest.” 

You couldn’t help but pout. “I -”

“The bathroom is down that hall to the right, it’s connected to the bedroom. I’ll prepare some food while you shower. Is there anything you’re allergic to?” he asked.

“No, um thank you.” he nodded. 

“There are clean towels in the bathroom. I'll lay out some clothes for you in the room. They might not be the best fit but-” 

“Thank you.” you said again. As much as you had wanted to move forward he was right, you were exhausted. And you’re sure you probably smelled a little; a mix of sweat, blood and the lingering smell of the infirmary. 

 You stepped out of the shower, patting yourself dry and went up to the mirror. Non-fog, ofcourse. You quickly brushed your hair and wrapped the towel around yourself stepping into his bedroom. On the bed he had neatly laid out a white shirt and a pair of shorts with a drawstring. You changed into them and reached for your phone. You had forgotten to text Akari. 

-Did you make it home???

She had sent the text about ten minutes ago.

-Yes, I did, sorry. 

You replied. 

-Good good. By the way what the hell happened? 

-With Sukuna’s finger or nanami? 

-THATS RHE ÍTEM YOU RETREIVED?? 

-Yeah lol 

-That’s not funny what the hell, I’m going to kill Renzo 

So that’s what the front desk guy's name was, you made a note of it. 

-Yeah, a curse was trying to get to it and injured those people and almost got me but I managed to make it out with all four limbs…barely. 

- I’m shocked you weren’t more injured, not that you’re weak or anything but this is serious. We need to check on the location of all the other fingers. You have to emphasize that in your report. 

- …

-What? 

-…let’s say I ALLEGEDLY have to tweak some things on the report…(I’m only telling you because you’re one of the only people in my life I can trust) 

-What you fucked the old man again? 

-Akari….

-Okay okay, I’m sorry 

-let’s say I ALLEGEDLY used RCT to heal the injured and myself some, and I ALLEGEDLY used an unorthodox technique and then maybe ALLEGEDLY Shoko advised me against telling anyone about it

-Then ALLEGEDLY why are you telling me this over text shut up and tell me about it tomorrow in person I’m deleting these texts good night, love you, glad you’re safe 

-Fair enough, good night. 

She made a good point. You thought to yourself. You went back and deleted the texts. A futile attempt at covering your tracks. 

You sighed, It didn’t matter honestly. At the end of the day your report was not likely to be read. No one had died, the finger was retrieved and you, a weak manager, had managed to survive the whole ordeal. Your mind wandered back to this morning and the death of the sorcerer. You briefly wondered if Gojo had retrieved the kid. 

There was a knock at the door, interrupting your thoughts. 

“You can come in.” You said. 

“I just wanted to let you know the food is almost ready. Take your time.” Nanami’s voice came through. You stared at the door and felt that warm feeling in your chest again. You were in his house, in his bedroom, wearing his clothes. How the hell had you managed all this. 

You stepped out of the room, trying your best to not trip over the slippers you were wearing- also his. Nanami looked up at you from the kitchen, he was wearing an apron and turning down the heat on something in a pot. 

“It smells incredible.” 

“It’s nothing fancy.”

“Do you need help?”

He shook his head and looked back down at the pan in front of him. He carefully transferred the contents onto a plate. 

You ate dinner in silence, the tension thick. You discussed some books here and there, but the conversation would always end in awkward pauses. Both stopping before saying something that would push the tension over the top. You finished dinner and began collecting the plates. 

“You’re a guest at my place, I would be ashamed if I made you clean up after me.” 

You pushed his reaching hands away. “Please, it's the least I can do. I insist.” He didn’t move. “Nanami go shower. I want to do this, please let me.” You looked down at your hands. “I feel like you’ve done so much for me,” you looked up, meeting his eyes. “Please.” you whispered. 

He stared at you and you had to do your best not to smile. He was struggling to keep his composure. He nodded curtly before quickly heading into the bathroom. You couldn’t help but feel bad. You had him wrapped around your finger. You smiled to yourself as you cleaned up. Whatever you had done to deserve this, you hoped you did it in every lifetime.

You finished cleaning up the dishes and wiping the table and went over to the books again. You traced a finger over the spine of the books in his collection. Your attention turned to a photograph. It was him as a teenager. With him you saw a young Shoko, Gojo, Geto and the boy you knew to be Haibara. You looked at his face and felt a tug at your chest, he was really just a boy. His eyes were so familiar to you. Your eyes switched back to Nanami and you smiled as you saw the annoyed look on his teenage face. You wanted to take a picture. 

You reached for your phone only to find it wasn’t in your pocket. You must have left it in the bedroom. You could pop in there while he showered. It would be fine. 

You made your way to the room listening for the sound of the bathroom fan. Still on, this should be okay. You opened the door and looked in to see a shocked Nanami, who had just finished securing a towel to his hip. 

“I’m- I’m sorry!” you squeaked. Closing the door. You felt it stop before you shut it all the way. You looked up to see Nanami standing by the door holding it open. His hair was dripping wet, his body glittering with beads of water. You couldn’t help but stare.  

“You’re really testing my patience.” He said through gritted teeth. “I wanted to at least try to have a proper meal, maybe a date, or some time to really get to know each other before I took you as mine again, but here we are. I don’t think I can last much longer.” He looked down at you and placed his hands on your waist, finding your figure, which had been lost in his shirt. “Giving you these clothes was my first mistake, I can’t help but think about how I could get used to seeing you like this all the time. Wearing my clothes, strutting around my apartment, eating my food, irrefutably mine.” He moved a hand down along your neck and pulled the shirt to the side revealing your collar bone. He moved his lips down and gently kissed along the ridge. “Will you let me have you once again? I promise to be gentle.” 

You were silent, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt trying to ground yourself. You closed your eyes as you felt his teeth nip at your skin. 

“Well?” he asked, kissing up along your neck. 

“Yes, please. Always yes.” he moved up to your face and placed a hand on your chin lifting you up to kiss him. He was being so soft. 

He grabbed your hand and led you towards his bedroom. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. You tried to calm yourself but had a feeling the night was only going to get more intense. 

He slowly pushed you down onto the bed. You started to reach out for the towel around his waist but he stopped your hand. “Patience, Y/N,” he smiled coyly. 

He reached for the edge of your shirt, lifting it to pull on the band of your shorts. You shifted back on your elbows as he lifted your hips and pulled the shorts down your legs. You readjusted your shirt to cover yourself. You didn’t have underwear on. He looked at you, his eyes locked onto your core. “It would be a shame to cover you up.” He reached for the hem of your shirt again and lifted it up. You obediently pulled your arms up allowing him to pull the shirt over your shoulders. He tossed the fabric aside and once again stared at you, his gaze intense and focused on your body. 

He crawled onto the bed pulling you to the center. You readjusted yourself to lay your head back on the pillows as he moved to the center of the bed, his knees resting between your legs. You looked at the towel and tried to reach for it again. He smirked and pushed your hand aside again. He backed up and you watched him lower his face down closer to your thighs. He kissed the inside of your thighs softly, making his way closer and closer to your mewling core. He sucked a little on the skin and you moaned softly. You looked down at him and felt the heat in your stomach grow. He looked up at you, eyelashes glistening with droplets of water. You ran a hand through his wet hair, tugging on it slightly as he sucked on your sensitive skin again. 

 “Please.” You whimpered. He released your skin with a wet plop and hovered his face over your cunt. He moved his nose down running it between your folds and you felt the tips of your ears burn as you watched him take a deep inhale. “Nanami…”

“From the moment I tasted you, I knew I was ruined.” He ran a stiff tongue between your folds and you gasped. “You don’t know how much I’ve craved you since then.” He dove in. Licking, prodding, sucking, you unraveled under his touch trying your best to hang on to the feeling building up your core. You didn’t want it to end. “Nanami!” you gasped as he latched onto your clit and toyed with it in his mouth. “Nanami, Nanami…” you couldn’t think, all you knew was his name and this feeling. He suddenly moved back and you gasped. Your hips were raised and you wriggled trying to chase the feeling. You hadn’t come, but you wish you had. “Kento,” you whined. You saw a flame light in his eyes. 

“I’m being selfish,” he said, adjusting himself between your legs again. You watched, hypnotized by his hands as they reached to undo his towel. “But I’m afraid your cries were getting me close.” The towel fell to the side and you dug your fingers into the sheets craving the sight in front of you desperately. 

You took in his entire body from head to toe. His hair was glistening in the light,  a sheen of sweat over his flushed face, his body was so… “Beautiful.” you said out loud. “I shouldn’t be calling you beautiful, maybe, but you are,” you said. “Nanami you’re-” He pulled your legs up onto his thighs as he sat back and ran his erect cock between your folds. 

He curved his body over yours, placing his hand under your chin again. “Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe you,” he said. He placed a kiss on your lips before pulling himself up again. He ran a finger from the side of your neck down along your body. He passed over your perked nipples, and traced down the curve of your waist and to your hip, resting his hand there and gripping you on either side, securing you against his member. “I’ll try to be gentle, I really will,” he said. You thought he might be trying to assure himself more than you. 

Slowly he pressed his tip against your center and clenched his jaw as your wet folds enveloped him easily. He slid in slowly, sinfully, his face twitching as he felt your warmth consume him. He bottomed out and you bucked your hips as you felt him reach that spot deep inside of you. Your breathing was rapid as you tried your best not to move against him. You wanted him to move, you wanted him to take you in the same desperate way he had in the car, but he wasn’t moving.

He waited for you to settle before pulling out just as slowly. He began pushing in again. You moaned, you were beginning to get annoyed. He was being gentle, sure, but a little too gentle for your liking. You let him continue. He bottomed out again but this time he bucked his hips up to purposefully hit that spot and you let out a gasp. He pulled out, not all the way this time, before pushing back in. He was speeding up, but barely. You didn’t know if you could take this. God, it felt good but the pleasure was excruciating. You moaned in ecstasy and squirmed under his touch. “Kento please.” 

He stopped for a moment, taking in the sound of his name on your lips. He squeezed your hips as he continued at a slightly faster pace. You moaned underneath him. The wet sounds of your skin slapping against each other filled the room and you wrapped an arm around his neck. You couldn't take it any longer. You lifted yourself up, pushing him back and straddling his lap. He was still buried deep inside and you shivered at the shift in pressure in your lower abdomen. 

“Y/N-”

“You had your fun.” You said before kissing him and grinding your hips into his, pushing him even deeper than you thought he could go. You moaned into his mouth, and began bouncing your hips desperately over him. You moved quickly, you were already so close. Just a little bit more, more, more. You felt your high topple over and you shook vigorously, your body twitching and your mouth open against his gasping lips. You felt him jut his hips up as the grip on your hips tightened. He gasped and you felt him shake against you as he came. You felt his cock twitch inside of you releasing deep inside of you.  

You pulled him closer and pushed your face against his. You just wanted to be closer to him. You pressed your body into his as his hands traced up your spine. He kissed tender kisses into the skin of your neck and you moved to press your cheek into his. You nibbled on his earlobe and finally rested your head into the crook of his neck. You were both silent, breathing hard and taking time to memorize the feeling of your bare skin pressed together.  

You could get used to this.

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˚₊✩‧₊nana here: nanami is mr. darcy coded and you can't tell me otherwise. thank you all for reading! I might continue with series but it'll be more of a personal project than anything haha. I'll definitely post updates if there are any. as always if you saw a typo, no you didn't.

again shout out to @zoldsick for reading and editing my wine drunk ramblings

pt. 1 pt. 2. pt. 3

˚₊✩‧₊ taglist: @wrldtups @rjreins @phattyboo90 @tnyblacklesbo @silkija @justwantedachange @inthedarkshadows000 @nniiyyaa @starkmila09 @sikuthealien @wifenanami @bloombb @kentos-glasses @inciteterr0r

₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 3

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 4.

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you've now had two extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento. You're doing your best to go back to work like nothing happened. You're attending meetings, running a few errands, and having a very very close call with a curse and an ancient relic.

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, slight angst, gore kinda (you're fighting a curse and it gets intense fast)

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 6.8k (do i even have to apologize at this point)

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: this chapter is a little more centered around Y/N as a character. Nanami IS in it but i feel like he isn't the focus so i apologize. but ! i've attached pt. 4 as well because that does have nanami and a fun little hook up hehe. I won't be offended if a lot of y'all skip this to get to the next part. I know i would

˚₊✩‧₊this is the mitski song i had in mind for this chapter idk

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You shut the car door and put your seat belt on wordlessly. “You okay? I’ve never seen you so quiet after drinking.” Akari said, breaking you out of your daze. 

You looked at her and considered telling her everything. “Akari…” she looked at you with a questioning look. She smiled. 

“You know, Nanami was asking questions about you while you were up singing with Ijichi.” 

“What?” 

“It was little things. Like he kept asking for clarity on things whenever we brought you up. I don’t know if you even noticed.” 

“What kind of things?” 

“Well he was asking how long you’ve been here. He seemed to know that you’d joined the school when you were 16, during Ijichi’s third year. But he wanted to know how you did.” 

“What did you tell him?” you asked. 

“Eh, I said something about how your classmates were assholes. But that doesn’t matter. He also asked about your relationship status.” She glanced at you with a cheeky smile. You gave her a blank stare. “Well, not directly, but Shoko asked about my dating life and I told them how we were both hopeless, and I may have mentioned that date you went on where the American called you exotic and tried to grab your ass.” She laughed as she remembered. “He smiled when I mentioned you kicked his ass.” 

You smiled and she seemed happy that you were more relaxed. “I could just tell he was interested in you, and you know I’m good at reading people.” 

“You’re too flattering.” You said. “I don’t think he’s interested in me like that.” 

“You’d be surprised, maybe he feels connected with you after he saw your IBS crisis.” She laughed. “Too soon? I’m sorry.” 

You smiled and shook your head. You felt a burning in your chest. “You don’t think he was talking so much because he was into you? He didn’t talk to me at all.” 

Akari scoffed. “If he was into me I’d turn him down immediately.” She frowned. “If I didn’t know his age I would have thought he was in his late thirties, and I’m not into dudes that much older. You know I like them hot and stupid.” 

“That hasn’t worked out so well for you in the past, maybe it’s time to change it up.” 

Akari furrowed her brows. “Why are you pushing him on me, fight for your man, girl.” 

You slumped back into your seat. “I’m telling you he doesn’t like me like that.” 

She rolled her eyes. “And why are you so sure?” 

“Because he told me so.” You muttered. 

“What?” She suddenly got serious. 

“...Can you keep a secret?” 

“What happened? Y/N??” She looked over at you. “Hang on, we're almost at my place. I need to be all ears.” 

“You can’t tell anyone, and you can’t judge me.” 

“Wait! Don’t tell me anymore!” 

Akari quickly parked the car and ran out. She practically pushed you all the way into her apartment and onto her couch. She quickly poured you another drink before pouring one for herself. 

“Okay,” she handed you the cup. “I had a feeling something happened, you’ve been acting so weird.” 

“You wanna take a guess?” You said before taking a drink. 

She hesitated. “My gut was telling me that something happened with the curse he exorcised yesterday. And I thought that maybe it had gotten to you and you were overly flirty and confessed or something.” 

“We had sex.” 

She choked on her drink. “What!” 

You buried your head in your hands and groaned. “The curse injured him and infected him with lust. I was just standing outside the barrier. I was checking my phone when he came stumbling out into the car, and well…things escalated and…yeah.” 

Akari looked at you in shock. She put her drink down. “He didn’t report an injury. Was he in his right mind?” 

You understood what she was implying. “He wasn’t violent. The opposite actually. I was surprised too, he wouldn’t let me tend to his wound.” You took another drink. “It was great.” 

She still looked concerned. “But he told you he wasn’t into you.” 

You frowned. “We didn’t really talk much afterwards. I think he was more embarrassed or maybe he regretted it… Anyway I ran into him at the bakery that I like and we talked for a bit there.” You sighed as you remembered. “I confessed that I liked him and he said he wasn’t interested in a relationship with me, so I said we should forget everything that happened.” 

“I’m sorry.” Akari said. “What an asshole, I bet he said it just like that too. He’s so blunt. You didn’t deserve that.” She looked at you. “I’m sorry he showed up tonight. I can’t imagine how awkward that must have been for you. But I’m serious. He was asking little things about you. So maybe there’s hope?” She turned her head and scowled, “If it was me I wouldn’t want to see the bastard.” 

You took a deep breath, you didn’t want to tell her about the bathroom. Not that it was wrong, you just wanted time to process everything. You frowned. You had just ruined his chances with her, you were painting him out to be a villain. “He was very sweet though. I understand where he’s coming from. I mean, I don’t think he really had any control over his mood and I should have turned him down. I have regrets too. I think it’ll be easier to just forget. If he does want something he should be the one to approach me.” You lay back on the couch. “The shittier thing to do would have been not to acknowledge it at all. He’s a good guy, it’s just like you said. He’s blunt.” You smiled at Akari. “This is our secret, okay?” 

Akari nodded looking at you sympathetically. “Of course.” She came closer to you and hugged you. “Other than the mess, I’m glad he was nice to you. You pulled your long-time crush, that’s powerful girl.” 

You smiled and hugged her back silently. 

You both went to bed shortly after and you were left alone with your thoughts. 

The bathroom. He had said he didn’t want to talk, fucked you, and even wanted to take you home. This sort of contradicted your theory of him liking Akari, right? No, he just thinks you’re easy. You frowned. You should have let him speak before you cut him off…twice. You’d just been afraid that what he’d say would hurt your feelings. 

You tossed and turned thinking about him, remembering his touch, his lips. Despite it all he had been so gentle, so desperate to have you again. It hurt your feelings thinking about it. He had done all that but he didn’t really want you. You sighed, if he asked to have you again, would you do it?, you wondered. Yes, you decided, feeling hopeless. You felt very strongly about him and despite him not reciprocating your feelings, yours hadn’t diminished. You might have liked him more, or at least the idea of him more. You slowly dozed off. 

You were pretty quiet the next morning and Akari let you just exist. She drove you to work, talking about things here and there but not bringing him up. You were grateful for her. “You know I do love you.” 

Akari smiled as she turned off the ignition to the car. “I’ve always got your back.” 

You both rushed into the meeting room afraid of being late but when you got there, there were only two other managers including Ijichi, and Principle Yaga sitting silently with a frown on his face. 

You checked your watch. There were two minutes until the meeting was supposed to start. No other sorcerers were here. You sat down next to Akari and Ijichi. You looked at the empty chair beside you and for a moment thought about switching sides with Akari but you decided it was too much. You were thinking too much about it. He was not going to sit next to you, that would have been bold and stupid. 

Suddenly the door opened and Shoko walked in giving you and Akari a smile. Two more sorcerers came in with a minute to spare. You watched the clock strike 7 and the door opened again. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was, his aura gave him away. You heard him head in your direction and you whipped your head in surprise as you heard the chair next to you slide out and Nanami sit down. 

You clenched your jaw and felt Akari poke you from the other side. You looked at her.

 You okay? She asked with her eyes. You nodded and rolled your eyes with a smile. She smiled back. You didn’t turn to look at him. 

This wasn’t the first time he had sat next to you in a meeting. The first time you had been way more nervous. It was about a year and a half ago; after he had just rejoined Jujutsu society. You had already started crushing on him and he had asked you for a pen to jot down some small detail about a schedule change. The rest was history.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the doors burst open and you heard a familiar chuckle. “Okay, okay, we can start now. I’m here!” Gojo. He walked in cockily and sat down in the front row of seats. Yaga gave him a scrutinizing look before standing up, ready to start. 

“You’re just the man I wanted to see, I have a mission for you.” Yaga grumbled. Gojo yawned in response. “Good morning everyone, I’ll make this short.” He shuffled some papers. “An update on the Okkotsu case, the boy’s violence has escalated resulting in the death of three high school students on Thursday evening. Yesterday Kisagari and Harutomi were sent to investigate and were instructed to bring the boy back.” He clenched his jaw. “They did not check in last night and upon further investigation Harutomi was found dead this morning a little outside the school grounds.” 

The room went silent. You frowned, this was more serious than anticipated. Both of the sorcerers were grade two, it came as a shock that one of them was dead.

“Satoru, can I rely on you to pick up where they left off?” 

Gojo stretched his arms and leaned back on his chair. “Of course,” he responded. 

Yaga went over some other brief reminders before dismissing the meeting. You’d volunteered to deliver some items the school was exchanging with the Kanagawa Prefecture Cultural Museum. You stayed in your chair a little longer reading over the file Akari handed you. Nanami slowly got up from his chair and you could sense him staring at you. He probably wanted to talk. You owed him that much. You turned to look at him but before you could say anything Ijichi appeared next to him. 

“I’m ready to head out whenever you are.” He said to Nanami. 

Nanami turned to him and nodded. “Let’s go.” 

You looked at Nanami but he turned away and started heading towards the door. You frowned and turned back to the papers in front of you. 

“You okay?” Akari said. 

You looked at her and smiled. “Yeah, I think I’m over it. It was a one night stand situation, I’m overthinking it.” She didn’t look convinced but you shook your head. “Believe me I’m not angry or hurt. Life’s too short for that.” 

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You headed out to your school assigned car and sat down. You glanced at the back seat in the rear view mirror. You felt your cheeks get hot as you remembered what had happened, and smacked your hands to the sides of your face. You could try to talk to him later…maybe.

As you drove towards Naka you thought about what you might eat for lunch. Along with bringing the items to the museum and picking up the ones they were trading, you were to go around and check the shrines in the area. You’d had a mission around here a while ago and remembered a soba restaurant close to the museum. Since you had spent the night at Akari’s you didn’t have the sandwich you had planned to eat today. Oh well, you thought, at least I wasn't the one that paid for it. 

You noticed you were getting close and called ahead to the museum. “Good morning, this is Y/N with Jujutsu Tech. I'm about 30 minutes away.” 

“Oh perfect,” A woman answered. “Head towards the employee parking, we’ve told the guard to let you in. By the way, we came across a new artifact donated by the estate of one of our late patrons. It looks very old and was kept in a special box, would you be able to take it to get it assessed?” 

“Yes of course!” You were a little hesitant to pick up unregistered cursed objects but usually it was no big deal. Especially if it was kept in a special box. It would be fine. 

As you walked into the back of the museum, a shiver went up your spine and you got a terrible feeling in your gut. You took a deep breath and went in, a little on edge. You went to the room you’d been instructed to and waited. Some of the items you were expecting to pick up were already laid out. An old cursed katana in need of restoration and a few Edo period items. You put down the box you were carrying. You were exchanging these items for an ancient tea set from the Nara period that was in prime condition and a painting scroll from around the same time. 

“Sorry for running a little late.” You jumped as a voice came from behind you. You tensed as you turned, you hadn’t even felt the person’s presence. 

“Oh, no problem, I’m Y/N.” 

“Yes, yes, this is the item I spoke to you on the phone about.” 

The lady put down an intricately decorated green box about 6 inches long and 4 wide. “We just got it in this morning. Our staff decided to open it to see what was inside, but only found one small object wrapped in a sort of paper wrap with writing on it. We couldn’t decipher the language, but right after we opened it the lights in the museum went out so we closed it.” She laughed nervously. “None of us are very superstitious, but we did get spooked.” 

She picked up the box to hand it to you. You grabbed it but felt that she had a tight grip on it. You pulled a little harder to take it from her but she just stared at the box. “Ma’am?” You pulled again but her grip hadn’t faltered. 

“I just…would like to see it one more time.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good-“ she yanked the box back and quickly lifted the locking notch to open the box. She stared inside. 

You went around her to look inside as well and gasped. You knew what this was. You had only seen one brought to the school when you were a student. It was one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers. You quickly shut the box and yanked it out of her hands. 

“I’ll take it from here.” She seemed to snap out of her daze and nodded. 

“Yes- uh. Let me find a box to put these loose items in so you can carry them easier. Excuse me.” The lady left the room and you stared at the box in shock. You needed to get this out of here.  

You quickly pulled your phone out and called the school. 

“Hello, this is Y/N. I’m picking up items from the Kanagawa Cultural Museum and they have given me one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers.” 

The person on the other end let out a small noise. “Is it bound?” 

“It’s wrapped in a talisman and contained in an emerald box.” 

“Okay... We can send the closest available sorcerers to assist you in ensuring it gets returned to the school without interruptions. Do not worry about your other tasks, the finger is the new priority.” You looked back at the box nervously. “Do you know if they unraveled the talisman?” 

“They opened the box and examined the finger but quickly closed it back up. The finger appears to still be partially wrapped in the box.” 

“We should assume they unwrapped the finger, even if it was only for a little bit, so there might be curses coming that way, and the talisman is probably weakened if not all together useless.” The guy sighed on the phone. “You said this was Y/N correct.” 

“Yes.” 

He was silent. “Take the finger and run, you won’t be able to handle whatever curses are coming your way.” 

You were hurt by his comments but knew it was true. You thanked him and hung up. You looked at the door. The lady was taking a while. You quickly began to unload your box and started loading the other contents into it. The sword was going to stick out too much so you quickly stuck it to your hip using your belt. You placed the finger in last and picked up the box. You went back into the hallway and once again felt the energy sour. 

You headed towards the exit when you noticed a shoe in the hallway. You clenched your teeth. It was a woman’s high heel, the same kind the lady had been wearing earlier. Your instincts told you to run to the car but then a smell hit your nose. Blood. Blood and the sickeningly bitter scent of a curse. 

Run. Your body was telling you to run. You were close to the exit, the car was parked right outside the door. You started to move your legs and turned towards the exit. You had been told the nearest sorcerers were heading your way. Someone else would be here to help. You would just get in the way and end up dying. You couldn’t fight, not well anyway. You didn’t have any weapons, you needed to leave, you needed to - you stopped in your tracks as you heard a small noise. You listened intently. 

“Help!” It was a whisper. “Please.” An agonizing voice coming from behind you. You turned trying to find the voice. “Help.” It was coming from the hallway to your left. You hesitated. You blinked and took a deep breath. You clutched the boxed items closer to yourself and your hand went to the katana on your hip. It was old and rusted but it was something, you weren’t completely unarmed. You quickly went toward the noise and peeked around the corner. 

You stood there shocked. The lady was sitting on the floor, her back to the wall, her face twisted in pain. She had a deep purple bruise on her right ankle and her left foot was gone. It looked like it had been hastily bit off. Where she was bleeding there was a small yellow curse lapping up the blood. 

“Help! Help me! Help.” She started yelling as she saw you approach. You ran over to her and shushed her. The little yellow curse didn’t even notice you, it was too busy drinking the blood, but it was growing in size. You put the box down next to her and looked at her wound. It was big, an injury like this required immediate attention. Your mind raced as you thought about what to do. You could try to heal it, try to use your RCT. However you had no medical knowledge whatsoever so the chances of you messing it up were greater than you fixing it. But you had to do something. Even if you didn’t understand, stopping the bleeding or scabbing it over would help tremendously. 

I don’t have enough CE for this, you thought bitterly. It would take a lot. You looked at the little creature in front of you and something clicked in your brain. You couldn’t explain it but you just knew what to do. You grabbed the creature by the base of its neck. It didn’t even flinch, it was too preoccupied consuming the trickling blood. That was until it started shrinking, its fingers curling, the tips of its ears wilting and then it started thrashing in your hands. 

You were absorbing its cursed energy. Your hand burned as you felt the rotten energy enter you. Your veins ached and you winced, feeling like you were going to be sick. The input was foul, you felt like you needed to expel it, quickly. You placed your other hand on the bloody stump and tried to focus on your reverse cursed technique. You laughed when you noticed something was happening only to flinch as the creature started to kick and scratch at you. You slammed it onto the floor trying to subdue it. It became more and more withered as you became accustomed to the feeling of absorbing its energy. The wound was looking much better. Almost. 

The yellow creature let out one final shriek before it completely deflated. The lady’s ankle was now a hardened scab. You knew it hadn’t healed completely but it wasn’t going to get any worse. You looked up and saw that she was staring horrified at your hand wrapped around the stump. In your other hand, the curse was now a grey lump of flesh. You clenched your fist and it disintegrated into ash. 

You looked up at the lady and let go of her leg. “We need to get outside.” Once outside you could make a veil and prevent whatever was inside from getting out. You had quickly deduced that the small yellow curse was not the one that had done the damage. There was something bigger and stronger and it was looking for the finger. 

You grabbed the green box with the finger, tucking it under your arm as you helped the lady up, letting her lean on you as you started for the door. You quickly hobbled there together. You were going to make it. You were two feet from the door. One foot. Your hand reached out to push when you suddenly felt the wind get knocked out of you. Your mouth flew open and released a stream of blood. The world went black for a second and you felt yourself falling. You came to, right before you hit the ground and regained your balance. You turned around quickly but your body was overcome with pain. Your hand went to your abdomen, you had broken some ribs. But what had hit you? You looked over at the lady and saw she was unconscious. “Shit.” You slid her off your shoulder and looked around for a curse. Nothing. You quickly checked her pulse. She was breathing. You sighed and stood up looking around. 

The box! You looked around the floor for it. You had dropped it when you had been hit. It was nowhere to be found. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You realized now the curse had probably slammed into you while trying to get the box. You had to get it back and fast. You stopped. No this isn’t right. I need to get this lady to safety and set a veil. I need to wait for the closest sorcerer to arrive, I can’t fight. You heard screaming from the hallway again. You clenched your jaw. You were terrified. 

You looked down at the lady and quickly picked her up. You were right by the door. You pushed open the door wheezing a little and trying your best to ignore the pain as she leaned into your broken ribs. You set her down on the steps outside and turned to the building. The curtain! you needed to put one up. You lifted a hand and muttered your phrase. 

You opened your phone and dialed the school. The same person picked up. “The situation has escalated. I was attacked and the curse got a hold of the finger. So far there's only been one confirmed injury, but I think many others are in danger. I’ve placed a veil for now,” you said.

“Stay put, help is almost there.” You looked back at the building and frowned. You hung up. You heard another yell and your stomach dropped. You felt yourself tearing up. There had to be something you could do. You needed to do something, anything, you couldn’t just stand there while everyone inside was in danger. It wasn’t fair. 

You felt your body move and before you realized, you found yourself stepping into the veil. You quickly went to the door and stepped back into the building. You saw more of the little yellow creatures climbing up and down the walls. You counted seven. They were all moving towards the same place. Looking along the wall, you spotted what you were looking for and quickly hobbled over to push the fire alarm. 

The alarm rang in your ears. You coughed and winced as more blood came out of your mouth. Your chest ached with every step, every breath, but you kept going. Someone was yelling for help. Without thinking you snatched one of the little yellow curses and started absorbing it. You were careful not to heal your own wounds. You’d been able to help the lady, but with little understanding of internal anatomy, something told you you’d do more damage than good. 

You turned the corner and found a man in shock staring at where his hand once was. You rushed over and grabbed it with your free hand exerting the cursed energy into it. The little fiend shriveled in your hand again as the wound scabbed over.

As the alarm cycled you hoped people in the museum were evacuating. Since you were in the employee backrooms you couldn’t tell. The man stared at his hand traumatized and you left him there to try to find the creature. The closer you felt you got, the more of the little yellow demons swarmed the walls, like vultures waiting for prey. You pushed past twenty trying to get through a door frame and you were surprised to see that there were at least a hundred in the next room. The curse you were looking for was there too. 

It was a large pudgy creature, around 6 feet tall with frog-like features. It had grubby hands and ornate green stripes along its back. It was muttering something, you couldn’t make out the phrase. It had a disembodied human hand in its mouth and it was sucking on the exposed wrist draining it of blood. Every time it slurped, the fingers of the hand would contract open and closed. It made your stomach uneasy. 

The curse didn’t notice you coming in, it was too preoccupied trying to open the emerald box. You noted the curse had it backwards and was trying to pry it open on the side with the hinges. You didn’t know how much longer you had. You debated what to do. In this room the curse was isolated, it couldn’t access any more victims and hopefully a majority, if not all, of the people in the museum had evacuated. There was a sorcerer on the way, you could leave it here or wait outside of the door to direct them towards the curse. 

But the finger….You could get it while it was distracted, or at least try to. You had the katana and even though it was old, it was still a weapon. As you pondered what to do you noticed the room had gone silent. The creature was still mumbling and trying to get the box open but the other small yellow creatures had gone quiet. You put your hand on the hilt of the katana once again uneasy. You made your decision. Even if you were useless you could buy some time. You slowly crept closer and closer to the curse. You took a quiet breath before pulling out the sword and swinging it at the monster's neck. 

The sword hit the curse’s flesh with a loud thunk. It was blunt. Practically useless. The creature stopped struggling with the box and its head quickly turned to look at you. It had two sets of eyes, although they all seemed to be looking in different directions. Suddenly the curse made a dive at you, mouth open ready to bite. 

You attempted to dodge to the right but you were too slow to completely move out of the way. You felt a cool sensation on your arm and you turned to see your left arm in a sorry state. The skin on your forearm and elbow was gone. Blood poured out and you could only stare in horror. The pain hit you all at once and you barely managed to turn away from your arm, trying to locate where the curse was now. It was staring at you seemingly confused as to how it had missed you, the sliver of your flesh hanging down out of its mouth like a tongue. 

It looked like it was going to charge at you again and as you started backing away you realized your back was to the wall. It realized this too and moved forward at a ridiculous speed. All you managed to do was bring up the old katana. You shut your eyes embracing yourself for the fatal blow but you only felt the curses’ plump body falling into you, wriggling around. The sword was in your hand but your wrists were twisted awkwardly around the handle and you realized it had become stuck in the creature's mouth. You let go and pushed against the creature with your leg. 

In its shocked state, it stumbled backwards and you were able to see what had happened. It had opened its mouth wide and lodged the katana between the top of his mouth and his jaw. He couldn’t shut it. It reached desperately to try to pry it out but its stubby arms couldn’t reach inside its own mouth. 

You quickly took advantage of its distraction to try to locate the green box. You spotted it on the ground in the middle of the room.You looked back at the creature making sure it was still distracted and started sneaking away. 

It suddenly let out a loud screech and its body started contorting. Its head grew bigger and smaller, arms longer and shorter. It seemed to be trying to molt out of its body to get rid of the sword. But no matter how much it twisted and yelled the sword wouldn’t come out. You wondered for a second, what kind of curse was imbued on the sword. 

You took another step away and suddenly the creature’s attention snapped back to you. You tried to make a run for it but it hurtled its way in front of you and slammed you back into the wall. 

You yelled out weakly, more blood spilling from your mouth and your left arm sending a shooting pain throughout your body as your exposed muscle stained the wall with your blood. The curse moved its hands to your neck and lifted you up, choking you against the wall. You desperately tried to inhale and tried not to panic, but the combination of the pain and lack of oxygen wasn’t letting you think clearly. You kicked desperately at the curse but it wasn’t budging. You put your hands up to its wrists and tried to budge them to no avail.   

As you started to see dots, your kicks got weaker. You felt its grip tighten and your hands fell weakly onto its arms. You began trying to take the energy out. Your body felt almost as if it was on autopilot. No air and feeling defeated, you started to allow the cursed energy you were absorbing into you entirely. You felt a burning sensation on your arm and coming from inside your chest. Your entire body felt hot as you felt things fixing themselves. You also noticed the grip around your neck had faltered some as you took a desperate and choppy gulp of air. That little flow of oxygen allowed you to think a little more clearly as you kept absorbing the CE. 

You didn’t want to finish healing yourself but you needed to put the energy somewhere. You looked at the curse in front of you. Its face was right in front of your chest. You reached down with your right hand and grabbed the blade of the katana. You began transferring the energy into it. You felt the sword get hot and push back, almost as if it was refusing the new input of CE, but after gripping the steel tighter you felt the sword lose its dullness. 

The rust started to fall away and the metallic sheen of the blade began to glow. The edge of the sword was becoming very sharp. You wanted to let go but found that your hand was bound to it, the transfer requiring more and more CE and blood and pain. You felt the blade cut into your palm and you ground your teeth. You needed to stop. You ripped your hand away from the blade and removed your hand from the curse’s arm. You quickly put your hands into the curse’s mouth and grabbed its teeth and lip. You pulled its upper jaw down hard for it to close its mouth and watched as the newly sharpened sword point pierce through the creature’s palate and skewered out through the top of its head. As the tip of the blade suddenly appeared through its skull, the grip around your neck loosened and the curse dropped flat on the ground, twitching. 

You could only stare in shock at what had just happened. 

Suddenly a rush of the small yellow curses began moving forward to consume the liquids oozing out of the curse. You felt your stomach churn as you watched them lap everything up. You turned away from the sight and looked for the box. You took a staggering step towards the item, still laying in the middle of the room, and let out a yelp. Your entire body felt heavy and tired. You felt sick. You still had an excess of CE and your body couldn’t handle it. You collapsed to your knees as you neared the box. You placed your palms on the floor and tried to expel the energy from your body. The floor beneath you turned black and cracked. You poured it all out and felt slight relief, but still felt sore and achy. You looked back up at the box and reached for it. You took it in your hands and sat back. You took a shaky breath and laughed. That could have been bad. 

You jumped as you heard the door open and quickly turned towards it. You felt a slight pang of relief as you realized it was a pair of sorcerers. That relief turned to anger as you realized it was two students. 

Inumaki and Maki. They stared at you curiously and looked around trying to make sense of what had happened. You looked around too. The place was crawling with little yellow curses, a horde of them concentrated on the still twitching body of the large curse with a katana stuck through his skull. There was a human hand just laying limp to your right and you were sitting in the middle of the room. You bet you were a sight to see. Your suit was torn in various places, soaked in blood from wounds that had healed. 

“Are you okay?” Maki asked. 

“The curse-“ you stopped and put a hand up to your throat. It was burning and speaking felt difficult. Your voice had a heavy rasp to it due to your windpipe almost being crushed. You tried to clear your throat but it sent a sharp pain down it. “The curse has been defeated, I secured the finger.” You finally said fighting against the fire in your throat. You held up the box. “Are you two the only ones here?” 

“Daisuke is outside, he drove us here.” Another manager. 

“Tuna.” 

“We’ll take care of these creatures, Daisuke is waiting with another secure container to put the finger in.” 

You sighed and nodded. “Any casualties?” 

“None, almost everyone was evacuated. Police and firemen have arrived on scene. The veil you placed is very good.” Maki said. 

You slowly got to your feet and tucked the box under your right arm. You had healed your previously flayed left arm but it still felt sore. You put your hand on your left elbow to try to comfort it. “Be careful. He’s down but he’s got razor sharp teeth. Also we need that sword. If you could get it for me that would be great,” you said with a smile. You could tell from their faces that it wasn’t very convincing.

You limped out of the room and collapsed against the wall once you were out. They sent students? If the curse had gotten a hold of the finger the students would have been in serious danger. You would have surely been killed, and they wouldn’t have known what they were walking into. You were going to say something when you got back. You got back to your feet and started heading towards the exit. 

You spotted Daisuke talking with some policemen as you emerged from the veil. He looked at you shocked to see the state you were in and quickly pulled out a wooden box to put the cursed item in. You dropped the box into it and he quickly shut it, muttering some kind of extra enchantment on it. 

You leaned against the car exhausted and still feeling off. “Are you okay?” 

You looked at him and nodded. “Yes,” you hesitated. “But I think I’m going to need you to give me a ride back to the school.” 

The students finished up quickly and you sat in the passenger seat sleeping the whole way back. You felt uneasy still. Your bones creaking and your entire body sore. 

Once inside the school you insisted on taking the box and delivering it to the main office. You wanted to talk to the staff member you had talked with over the phone. 

You swung open the door to his office and stormed up to his desk. You dropped the box onto the infront of him and stared the worker down. “Here it is. One of the legendary Ryomei Sukuna fingers, one of the most powerful relics in the world, previously unwrapped and unbound less than an hour ago.” 

The guy looked at the box and then up at you giving you a criticizing glare. “You seem upset.”

“Why the fuck would you send two students instead of a high ranked sorcerer?”

The guy looked away from you and smirked. “They were the closest available and besides, if you were able to handle it why would I waste someone’s time?” He gave you a snarky smile. 

Your blood boiled. He had a point but you had gotten so lucky. “They could have gotten hurt if the curse had been able to get the finger, you didn’t know the whole situation of what was going on.” 

He shrugged. “It looks like I made the right decision. If you, out of anyone, was able to defeat the curse, there was no real danger. The curse even cauterized the wounds. None of the victims were in grave danger.” 

“What?” 

“Two of the victims were found with missing limbs but not even bleeding out or anything.” He started to act annoyed. “Look I have things to do, I expect your report by tomorrow, let us know your thoughts in the appropriate feedback section. Have a nice day. Get out.” 

You stared at him frustrated before storming out of the room and almost running into someone. “Sorry,” you muttered before looking up. It was Nanami. 

He looked down at you concerned by the state you were in, bloodied and sweaty. “Y/N are you okay?” 

For some reason that was your last straw. His question made your eyes start watering. You rolled your eyes blinking hard to try to stop the tears. “I’m fine.” You said not meeting his gaze. He didn’t move. 

“You should go see Shoko.” He said, his voice now softer. He moved his hand to your face, carefully placing it under your chin to make you look at him. His thumb grazed your cheek. You looked up at him and frowned, tears leaking from your eyes. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Nothing had been going your way and you were exhausted. You took a step forward towards Nanami and wrapped your arms around him. 

It was stupid, but you desperately needed some kind of comfort. He didn’t move at first but he eventually put his arms around you. You buried your face into his shirt and felt yourself relax for the first time in hours. You felt your eyes close right as your legs gave out beneath you.

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˚₊✩‧₊nana here: okay okay i got a little (a lot) carried away with the fight scene. I just love making Y/N a badass and I promise it makes sense later. Again theres a lot added in thats part of a longer story but idk...if anything i'll cross post here and ao3. Thank yall for reading and as always if you saw a typo, no you didn't.

please click on through to pt. 4 and if you did read this all, I love you.

super duper shout out to @zoldsick for reading and editing my crazy ideas, thank you cath<3

pt. 1 pt. 2. pt. 4

˚₊✩‧₊ taglist: @wrldtups @rjreins @phattyboo90 @tnyblacklesbo @silkija @justwantedachange @inthedarkshadows000 @nniiyyaa @starkmila09 @sikuthealien @wifenanami @bloombb @kentos-glasses @inciteterr0r

₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 5

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4.

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento. He's confessed his feelings for you, you've spent the night at his place so now its back to work, but not without a quick rendezvous in his office...

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, explicit smut towards the end (mdni), food play...let them eat cake !!

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 7.3k

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: i really debated only posting the smutty part of this as a one shot but ultimately decided to post the whole thing for the two people that are interested in the story eheh.

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As you opened your eyes the next morning you became aware of just how warm and cozy you felt. You felt safe. Nanami’s chest was pressed against your back, your legs intertwined, and his hand rested on your arm, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. You turned back to look at him and smiled. You shut your eyes and let out a big groan, you didn’t want to get up. He smiled back and placed a soft kiss on your temple. He shifted and sat up in bed. You turned to watch him stretch. His arms reached far above his head as he moved from one side to the other. You moved a hand his way to poke his lower back. He looked back at you and smiled. 

As the two of you got ready for the day, you were silent. You moved in sync with one another. You brushed your teeth side by side, using the toothbrush he had provided you the night before. He had even gone so far as to wash your clothes for you. You lay your clothes out next to his on the bed and you both watched each other get dressed. You smiled as you reached over to help him button up his shirt, and he returned the favor. 

It was as if you had always done this, like this was just another morning in a long line of mornings and you had never known anything else. As you finished dressing, you looked back over to him. He was adjusting his sleeves and all that was left was his tie. You approached him and Nanami turned to face you with his flashily patterned tie in his hands. He looked at you expectantly, and you obliged, grabbing the silky fabric and letting your fingers brush against his hand. You bounced on your tiptoes and popped Nanami's collar, slipping the tie around his neck. You grabbed the end of the fabric in each of your hands and pulled him closer, bringing his face to your own. 

You smiled as you shook your head. “I wish I could help, but I actually don’t know how to tie a tie.” You frowned and sighed dramatically, “I know, it's grounds to send me packing, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m only human after all.” 

“I knew you were too good to be true,” he said, raising his head and peering down at you. You felt color rush to your face. What should have been an intimidating expression was now making your heart flutter. “I’ll learn,” you said, pulling him even closer. “And I’ll be so good you won’t ever want anybody else to tie your ties for you. I’ll be the best.” He lowered his face closer to you, now inches apart. “It’ll always have to be me.” 

He hummed in agreement as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close. “Will you be coming back here after work?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I should go home, I haven’t been there for two nights now. What will the neighbors think?” 

He chuckled. “Would it be too forward to ask if I could...come over?”

You smiled and felt your cheeks burn. “I-”

“You don’t have to say yes, I just thought I’d ask.”

“Usually I would say yes, I’m just…I mean I didn’t leave it in the cleanest state. If you think your place is messy, mine is…I mean it’s not horrible, it's just-” 

“I’ll leave it for another time then,” he said smiling, amused at how flustered you were. 

“Yes. Eventually. Maybe…tomorrow?” Was that too soon? 

He nodded. “I’ll drop you off tonight and pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“Breakfast at mine then?” you offered. Nanami nodded and you smiled back, “Sounds like a date.” 

“Finally,” he grumbled as he pulled you into a soft kiss. 

Nanami drove you both to Jujutsu High. Neither of you looked forward to being apart again, you wanted to savor the tenderness of this morning. As he parked the car and stepped out to get the door for you, you looked down at your hands. You looked them over. The crease, the lines, the imprints were all the same. Despite everything you were still yourself, but everything felt so different now. You were discovering a whole other side of yourself, and it hadn’t even been a whole four days. 

Nanami opened the door and offered you a hand as you stepped out. You both lingered outside of the car before silently walking towards the school entrance, exchanging glances and longing to be back in each other's arms. You both began to speak at the same time. 

“Sorry, go ahead,” you said. 

“Ah, I was just going to say, I don’t have any off campus duties today, so I’ll be in my office doing paperwork,” he said.

“I need to write my report about yesterday. Which reminds me, I have to stop by the infirmary again to ask Shoko some questions...” You thought about what else was on your plate. “Then I’ll be grading some of the student assignments and I’m also assigned for tutoring duty in the afternoon,” you sighed. “At least that’s what I think I’ll be doing. Something always seems to come up.” He stared silently. “I…I should be off by five, so maybe…I’ll come find you if you’re still in your office.” 

He seemed satisfied with this addition. “I’ll be waiting,” the smirk on his face was devilish.

You blushed, OH.

As you walked in opposite directions, you were sure your face must have been red. 

-

“I need to mention using RCT, but I’m not sure what the best way to word it would be... Without giving away how I did it I mean,” you said to Shoko, who was shuffling around the lab. 

“Healing yourself and healing others are two very different things. Most high level sorcerers eventually develop the ability to heal themselves. Minor injuries mostly, just enough to get by until real help can arrive. For you to potentially be assigned so I can train you, you have to show that you go beyond that. You healed those two museum workers, but didn’t heal yourself completely.” 

“I didn’t heal them so much as just cap off the bleeding,” you muttered.

“There you go, you could describe that. If they ask I’ll confer that you were able to heal yourself and that I’m confident you would be able to heal others.” She finally turned around and looked right at you. “Why did you do that by the way? Heal them but not yourself?” 

You thought about it. “When it came down to healing them, the answer to me was pretty clear. I needed to scab over their flesh to tank the bleeding. So when I turned the CE into my own, I used the output to concentrate on hardening the blood and healing the open flesh. I didn’t try to go any deeper. When I healed myself it wasn’t  really intentional, it was because there was an excess of CE flowing into me from the curse. I tried to get rid of it by transferring it to the katana that was logged in the curse’s mouth. It ended up fixing the sword somehow and that’s how I was able to kill the curse.” she nodded. “I only stopped myself from healing because I don’t understand where organs go, or how the blood flows, so I was afraid of messing something inside up.” 

“What?” Shoko looked confused. 

“What?” 

“What did you mean you were afraid of messing up your insides?” 

You were confused now. “When I go to heal, I visualize what I’m healing. Otherwise I feel like I’m shaping something into a completely useless item. I feel like I need medical knowledge before I’ll be able to heal large internal injuries.” 

Shoko still stared at you puzzled. “How do you think RCT works?” 

“You turn CE into blood and rush the healing process.” 

“Very good, however, I don’t think there is a real need to visualize what needs to be done. If you were to ask Gojo how he does it he’d probably say he does it on instinct. What feels right.” She looked at you seriously. “I only consider the range of the area I'm healing, I don’t focus on the tissue or how it needs to heal specifically.” 

“Oh.” You furrowed your brows. “I…I feel like I have to think about it. Otherwise it doesn’t turn out the way I like. My lip for example,” Your fingers went up to touch the scar. “I held it together and imagined the flesh coming together. It worked, I mean my skin fused but it didn’t heal anymore because I didn’t know what to do next.” 

Shoko blinked and you saw a burning look of curiosity wash over her now. It made you nervous. “What time are you off of work today?” 

“Ah, I need to leave by 5.” 

“Oh? Plans with Nanami?” She said cheekily. 

You blushed. “Y-yes. I think we’re grabbing dinner. I’m not sure yet.” 

“I see,” Shoko was staring at you intensely. 

Both of your phones dinged and you were relieved at the break in eye contact. She tsked as she read the message. “Your date might have to wait. Yaga just called for a meeting at 5.” 

Shoko asked you to come back tomorrow morning before the work day started. Something about “wanting to see you in action”. You weren’t sure what she meant, but it made you feel a bit uneasy. 

The day dragged on and you felt yourself checking your watch every thirty minutes. You hammered away at the copious amounts of paperwork flooding your desk. Grading papers, turning in permits for projects, following up on leads about curses and the like. When it came time for tutoring you weren’t surprised when no one showed up. You could imagine the students had other things on their minds than the novel they had been assigned to read. You just went back to your paperwork. With everything going on, the news of Gojo returning with the Okkotsu kid barely registered in your brain. 

A couple of hours later you found yourself sitting at a table in the managers’ break room, reading over writing assignments from the second years. You cringed as you read Hakari’s history report. You had so many questions…mainly why it was only four sentences long and why he had decided to use informal slang. 

“You look like you’re reading something unpleasant.” You looked up and saw Nanami standing at the doorway. 

You smiled at him dropping the paper down on the table in front of you. “Hakari is a great fighter, one of the most talented students I think I’ve ever seen. However, his writing skills are crap. I feel sorry for whoever has to read his reports in the future.” 

Nanami smiled a little. “Have you had lunch?” 

You looked at the clock, it was 2. “I haven’t, actually.” 

“Eat with me.” 

You smiled and nodded. “Okay.” 

He pulled out two sandwiches from the cafe, the ones you hadn’t gotten to try. You smiled. “How did you-”

“I have my ways.” He sat down next to you as you moved the paperwork away. “I seem to recall you complaining about not being able to enjoy them. This is my way of apologizing.” He let you pick a sandwich and took the other. You ate silently, just enjoying each other's presence. 

“Any crazy missions pop up?” You asked. 

He shook his head. “They’re not prioritizing outings right now. All the sorcerers were asked to stay on campus while the Okkotsu boy was brought here. I imagine we’ll learn more about the situation at the meeting.” 

“Oh, that’s right.” You tilted your head in curiosity. “Have you seen him? The boy I mean.” 

“I have not. Gojo immediately placed him in the talisman room while the elders discuss what to do with him.” 

“What do you think is going to happen?” 

He was quiet for a bit, thinking. “If I’m being honest…they will likely call for his execution.” 

Your stomach dropped. “I see.” 

He was silent. “...Does that bother you?” 

You frowned, “A little yes,” you looked down at your sandwich. “People are dead because of him, however I feel like there has to be more to the story.” You looked up at Nanami. “Someone that powerful doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere, he’s most likely lived like this for a while and has finally reached a breaking point. He’s just a kid, he doesn’t need to be punished, he needs help.” 

“You sound like Gojo.” You made a face at his statement. “Why do you do that whenever I mention Gojo? Most people adore him,” he asked.

“I have a lot of admiration for him, but I don’t get along with the cocky type.” Nanami smiled. “Do you think… he’ll stop the Okkotsu boy’s execution, if they vote for it?” 

He didn’t answer. “Wouldn’t you be hesitant to work around a child capable of that much violence?”

You considered it for a second. “Honestly, I don’t know. I like to think everyone deserves a second chance, but then again, I could meet him and not like him at all, in which case I’ll probably regret sticking up for him,” you said laughing a bit. “But until then, I’ll see the best in him.” Nanami stared at you. “What? Was that a stupid answer?” 

“You’re a good person.” 

You blushed and shook your head, “I think I’m just naive.”

“No. You’ve got a good heart. I hope you stay that way.” You looked at him curiously. 

You suddenly noticed Ijichi coming into the break room. He looked at Nanami confused for a second and then at the sandwiches you were eating. He looked at Nanami again, nervously, and opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by a familiar voice. 

“Nanami~” Satoru came into view of the door frame, singing Nanami’s name as he pat Ijichi’s back. “I’ve been looking for you.” Nanami stiffened and he looked up at Gojo, clearly annoyed. 

You bowed your head politely in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything. Gojo inhaled sharply and frowned dramatically. “No sandwich for me? Not even a sweet treat? I see you have a dessert in that bag, you wouldn’t hide that from me right?” 

“What do you want?” Nanami said, ignoring him. 

“Ugh, I’m exhausted, I don’t even remember. Maybe something sweet will stimulate my mind and I’ll be able to tell you.” Gojo taunted with a smug smile.

Nanami’s jaw clenched. You smiled a little at seeing his reaction. “You should go look for something sweet then, do you need to borrow some coins? Was that what you were going to ask me?” 

Gojo frowned. “What are you doing in here anyway? Tired of Ijichi? Trying to butter up another manager to do your bidding?” Gojo walked over and pulled out a chair from the table, flipping it and sitting with his chest to the back of the chair. “Nanamiii, lack of sugar is bad for my brain, you know how I am. Besides,” he turned his head towards you, “it’s not like you particularly like sweets; unless you got it for a special someone?” You felt your cheeks get hot. Gojo smirked, turning back to Nanami looking for a reaction. You glanced at him and he was deadpanned, staring at Gojo. 

You laughed and broke the silence. “Let’s just split it up. Ijichi, sit and have some too.”

“I don’t share.” Gojo said, scrunching his nose. 

“I don’t either, but I’d hate for you not to feel special to Nanami too.” You said back. 

You looked at Nanami and smiled at him. He seemed to relax a little. Gojo frowned again. “I don’t share.” He mumbled again. 

“The cake isn’t for you. We’re not sharing anything. What did you want?” Nanami said firmly.

“You’re no fun.” Gojo whined. 

Nanami turned to you and handed you the bag with the dessert. “Please enjoy this. Thank you for keeping me company during lunch.” He got up and walked out beckoning Gojo to follow. 

“Wow you’re so cool.” Gojo said to Nanami, teasing him on his way out. 

You stared at him as he walked out, smiling like a fool. 

“May I ask you about what just happened?” You jumped, not having realized Ijichi was still there. 

“About what?” You said trying to play it off. 

“Are you and Nanami…” 

“Ah, no- well yes. I mean we’re not really…I mean…not yet anyways, not officially. We just- it’s…it’s complicated.” You knew you were probably red. 

Ijichi was silent and you looked at him waiting for him to say something. He just smiled. “I see.” 

“I don’t know why I’m so flustered.” You laughed awkwardly. “Don’t spread this anywhere. It’s still sort of new.” 

“Okay.” Ijichi nodded. 

You were both silent for a bit. “What do you think about it?” 

Ijichi furrowed his brow. “You want to know what I think?” 

“I do.” 

“Hmmm…” he leaned back slightly. “I don’t really think anything of it. I was a bit surprised at first, but it’s only natural he would eventually talk to you.” He shut his lips to stop himself from saying anything else. 

You looked at him. “What do you mean by that?” 

“Nothing.” He said a little too quickly. 

“Ijichi…” you knew if you pressed him he would tell. Usually you felt bad about how easily he was pushed into revealing information but today it was to your advantage. “What do you know? What did you mean by eventually? Did he talk about me before this week? I didn’t think he knew I even existed.” 

“Ah, it’s not really for me to tell.” He was starting to sweat. You stared at him. What did he know? Had Nanami liked you back all this time? Since when? Ijichi stared back with resolve. You narrowed your eyes at him and leaned back in your chair. 

“Don’t worry I won’t make you tell me what you know. I’ll get it out of him.” You smiled confidently. You wanted to hear the whole story from Nanami himself. Ijichi relaxed.“Do you think others will be shocked? By us I mean, by me and him, him and I?” 

“I don’t see why they would be,” he answered.

You frowned. “That’s no fun.” You were sort of disappointed. “Wait, but why? Because everyone else saw it coming or what?” 

“No. Like I said, those that know Nanami could have seen it coming, but,” you made a note on that, “you’re two adults. I don’t think it violates any rules.” He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead quickly. “Besides, I think you two are more alike than you think.” He turned to you. “And I won’t elaborate.”

The rest of the day felt painfully slow after your lunch. You finished the rest of your tasks around 4pm and decided to head towards the library. The meeting wasn’t for another hour and there were a couple of books you wanted to look over before speaking with Shoko again. There was so much about RCT you didn’t know. You wondered if you could find something that could explain what had happened at the museum. If it truly was taboo, there had to be accounts of a similar situation somewhere, right? 

You inhaled deeply as you entered the library. The smell of the old books had always brought you comfort. A lot of your time had been spent here while you were a student. Your first month at the school had been rough to say the least. Yaga recommended you read up on some history and basics to try to catch up with the rest of the students. You did end up learning a lot, but what was book smarts to raw strength? You still got your ass kicked for the next two years. 

What little you could find ultimately left you more confused. You found information about cursed spirit manipulation, object manipulation that could feed on the cursed energy of its opponents, but nothing related to reverse curse technique. You looked up at the clock and saw you had about 20 minutes before the meeting. 

You began to pick up the books around you to put them back in their designated spots. You put away a couple of other books that were strewn about the tables too.You quickly moved around the library placing the items back on their corresponding shelf. The last book was a bit higher up than you were used to. Who had been reading about clan family histories? You reached up to put the last book away. 

“Let me help you with that.” You turned and smiled at Nanami. He took the book from your hand and easily placed it on the top shelf. 

“Thank you.” You said. “Do you want to head to the meeting?”

He looked at you but didn’t say a word. He took a step closer to you and you immediately blushed. “We have some time.” You felt your face get hot, and your hands went up to cover your face. 

“I’m not sure I healed the succubus’ wound all the way, you’re very…” you tried to find the right words. 

“Very what?” He said as he stepped closer, grabbing your wrists to gently move them away from your face. He smiled as you looked up at him. 

You laughed and shook your head. You pulled your wrists out of his hands and put them on his shoulders to pull him closer. You wrapped them around his neck as he lowered his face and kissed you. He was so gentle, you felt yourself melt into him as he put a hand on your spine to pull you closer. He pulled back and smiled. You moved your arms under his and pulled him in for a hug, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You buried your face into his chest and hummed happily. Embarrassment suddenly flooded over you and you pulled yourself back away from him. 

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said. 

You looked up at him and felt yourself blush again. “I don’t know what it is about you… but you make me feel so safe,” you said. He smiled. “Kissing is nice and all, but,” you shrugged, “I like when you hold me.” You felt embarrassment from head to toe. You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this to him. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He stepped closer to you again and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “We should go.” 

“Right.” You quickly pulled yourself together, but immediately fell apart the second you looked up at him. “I can’t look you in the eyes, I’m too embarrassed.” 

“Don’t be.” He began to walk next to you out of the library. “I’d like to hear more of what you like.” He smirked as he saw your flustered face. “Would you like to come back to my office after the meeting?” 

“What for?” you asked innocently. The tips of his ears turned red and you swallowed hard. “Ah, I really should have Shoko look at the area on your neck where that curse got you. I’m really not convinced her spell wore off, but I’ll help you if you need me again I guess,” you teased. 

He laughed and shook his head. “I think you’re the one who has me under her spell.” he stopped walking and you turned to look back at him. “I can’t get enough of you.”  

Your hands shot up to your face to cover your burning cheeks. You turned and started walking again. “Let’s change the subject. I’m going to be beet red at the meeting.” You heard him let out a breath of laughter. He caught up to you walking by your side again. “What did Gojo want?” You felt Nanami stiffen at the mention of his name. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” 

“No, it’s fine.” He said as he held the library door open for you. “It was about the Okkotsu boy.” 

“Oh?” 

“You were right, he was sentenced to death, but Gojo is trying to convince them otherwise.”

“What does that have to do with you?” 

“He’s asked Ijichi and I to look into the boy’s past.” You were still confused. “He thinks there might be more to him than meets the eye.” 

“Sorry I took him away from you like that.” Gojo appeared out of nowhere as you two approached the meeting room. 

“Gojo…” Nanami said low, in a warning tone. 

“What? I’m apologizing for lunch.” He turned to you. “He chewed me out for that, he’s so cold,” Gojo pouted, exaggeratedly. 

“It’s alright,” you said. “I heard you’re going to try to save the Okkotsu boy.” 

“What, ya against it?” Gojo asked. 

“No, I think it’s a good thing.” 

“She’s the only reason I agreed to help you out,” Nanami said flatly. “If she changes her mind, so will I.” 

“Quite an influence she has on you.” Gojo said, he elbowed you playfully. “What did you do to him, huh?” 

“I don’t really know,” you answered honestly. You looked at Nanami and smiled. “I’m growing more and more suspicious.” 

Nanami smirked and opened the door to the meeting room for you. 

“Thank you~” Gojo said, walking in first. 

You spotted Araki and went over to sit next to her. Nanami followed and sat next to you. He bowed his head politely to Akari as he sat. She nodded in return. They would get along just fine. 

The doors opened and Yaga walked in. The room went silent as he made his way to the front. “Thank you for making time to be here, I’ll make this very brief.” He looked hard at Gojo who was leaning back in his chair in the front row. “The Okkotsu boy has been captured and brought here, as I’m sure you’re all aware.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “The council has generously allowed the boy to live.” The air turned tense. You looked around and saw many of the sorcerers frowning. Gojo had a huge, self-satisfied smile on his face. “He will be starting as a student in April. Gojo will be in charge of him along with the rest of the first years. You are all to treat him as a student.” He said firmly. “If there are any questions or concerns please come speak to me directly.” 

“This is bullshit.” One of the sorcerers said. 

“As I said, if you have concerns, relay them to me. Now is not the time, this is not an open ended discussion.” Yaga said. 

“He killed a sorcerer, how will we treat him like a regular student!” 

“Do you want to take him on next?” Gojo said nonchalantly. He didn’t even turn back to look at whoever had spoken. The room went silent again. “If you have concerns you can go to Yaga, but I would prefer it if you came to me. I am taking direct responsibility for the boy after all. Anyone unhappy with my choice can say it to my face.” He stood up and turned back to look at everyone. “Or feel free to take it up with the boy himself, unfortunately I think you’ll find your fate similar to the last sorcerer who challenged him.” 

You clenched your jaw. You understood his point but you thought he might have been taking it too far. 

“Be strong or shut up. Understood?” Gojo said. Yaga was tense. 

“That was all I had to say for the meeting. Stick around if you would like to speak with me.” Yaga began to shuffle his papers as he dismissed everyone.  

“That was a little intense,” you watched as the sorcerers began to talk amongst themselves, frowns on their faces.

“I’ll say.” Akari turned to you. “What do you think about all this?” 

“I’m for it.” You said. She furrowed her brows. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” You said. She looked like she was thinking deeply. “What?” 

“I don’t know what to make of it, but I trust Gojo knows what he’s doing.” She sighed. “If I lose faith in him I’d lose faith in Jujutsu society altogether.” 

That’s right Akari would rather die than admit it but she liked Gojo. Him and Ijichi had helped secure her younger brother a spot at the Kyoto school after he graduated middle school. 

Akari looked down at her phone and sighed. “It looks like I’m going to be at work until 9 today, but text me when you get home. You have a lot to catch me up on,” she said looking at Nanami. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You said. You all headed out to the hallway and Akari took off first. You looked back at Nanami and tilted your head. “So….your office?” Nanami smiled and nodded. 

“Afterwards would you like din-”

“Nanami, can we speak to you for a moment.” You saw him grimace before he turned around. You looked to see who was calling him and saw that it was one of the sorcerers that had looked discontent with the announcement. He had a group with him, equally upset.

“He’s friends with Gojo, he's not going to help.” You overheard one of them whisper. 

“What would you like to discuss?” Nanami questioned. 

   “I have a feeling you know.” The sorcerers said sternly. You couldn’t remember his name, he was a bit new. 

   Nanami furrowed his brows together and turned to you. “Go ahead to my office, I’ll meet you there. You know the way, correct?” he asked. You nodded. “Good.”  

  He turned and started walking towards the other sorcerers. You started walking again, you could feel your heart beating wildly. In his office? Was this a fantasy of his? You smiled a little, whatever it was, you were happy to indulge. 

You stopped by the manager's break room on your way there and picked up the dessert he had gotten for you. You hadn’t eaten it during lunch, maybe you two could share it later. You stepped into the office.

Shutting the door behind you, you looked around. It smelled nice, like wood and books. Everything was pristinely organized on the bookshelves. You looked over at his desk and smiled. Sitting down, you looked at the chair behind the desk and imagined him there. How intimidating, you thought. No wonder Ijichi was always so nervous around him. 

You unpacked the dessert and placed it on the desk. It was a single slice of cake, decorated with an intricate lace pattern of pink and white frosting. You frowned as you realized you hadn’t grabbed forks. You checked the bag. None. Damn. 

You got up to see if maybe he had some in his desk drawers. You hesitated to open them. It felt wrong to snoop. You shrugged, you were just looking for silverware. It's not like he had anything to hide…You opened a couple of drawers and found various stationary supplies-papers, pens, stamps. You opened one of the upper drawers and saw a picture. Another picture of him as a teenager with the brown haired boy, Haibara, throwing up a peace sign. Nanami had a birthday hat on and looked miserable. You smiled. 

Something about Haibara was so familiar to you. You racked your brain trying to remember where you had seen him before. There was just something about his eyes- round, soft, kind. 

Suddenly the door opened and you quickly shut the drawer. You turned red as Nanami gave you a curious glance. “Sorry I was just looking for forks. Not that it would make sense for you to have them in here…now that I think about it…” 

“Forks? For…?” He questioned. You looked down at the cake on the desk. “Ah, I see.” He closed the door behind him and you heard the click of the lock. You swallowed nervously. “I guess I should ask you what you would like to do next.” He looked up at you. “We could go to dinner…or we could stay here for a while…enjoying each other's company.” 

You felt your cheeks grow warm. You looked down at the cake. “Le-Let’s stay and enjoy ourselves first.” Your eyes flicked back up to him. “It would be a shame to let the cake go to waste.” He nodded and began walking over to the desk, coming around it to sit at the chair. 

You stood still for a second considering where to move to. You looked at the chair across from you and then back at him. He moved his leg to touch yours and cocked his head. You took the hint and sat on his lap. 

You wiggled your way back until your spine was pressed into his chest. You reached over for the cake, shifting your weight and making sure you pushed your ass into his crotch. His hands went to your hips and he pressed his fingers into your skin as you brought the cake up. “This is why I was looking for a fork,” you said, holding up the cake to your faces. “I’m gonna end up sticky,” you said, pouting your lip. You looked around again. “I don’t suppose you have any napkins in here either?” You reached into your pocket for your handkerchief. 

He moved his hand off of your hip and caught your wrist. “I can think of another way to clean you up. Don’t worry.” He pulled you back against him, his chin resting on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Go ahead,” he said. 

You leaned your head against his as you pinched a piece of the cake between your fingers and placed it in your mouth. You smiled as he suddenly pulled your wrist back towards him and began licking the frosting clean from your fingers. You felt a fire ignite in your stomach. He released your hand and you went to grab another bite of cake. You swiped the frosting in your fingers, and instead of putting the sugar to your mouth you craned your neck to the side and smeared it on your skin. Nanami latched onto your neck instantly, licking at the sweet frosting and sucking slightly. You pushed yourself down on him, rocking your hips back. You quickly swiped some more cake on your neck for him to keep going. 

He reached over and fed you some more and you wrapped your lips around his fingers. You grabbed hold of his wrist and kept his hand there, sucking on his digits, swirling your tongue around them. He shifted underneath you trying to accommodate the tent in his pants that had begun to push up on you. 

Using his free hand he began pulling the blazer off of your shoulders and then moved his hand forward to undo the buttons on your blouse. He placed his hand over your bra and gently caressed your breast. You moaned. You suddenly got up and sat back on the desk facing him. You finished taking off your shirt and slowly removed your bra. Nanami sat back, entranced as you reached down to take more frosting and spread it from your lips, down your neck and onto your chest. Nanami stood up and nestled himself between your legs. You smiled as he lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. He moved his lips down to kiss you. You kissed him back running your tongue over his, he smiled and tugged on your lip with his teeth. 

“You’ve made a mess,” he growled. He began kissing down under your chin, swiping the frosting off of your skin with nipping movements and licking his way down. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, stopping for a moment. You looked down at him and nodded. He smiled coyly and lightly bit your skin. You threw your head back as he continued. He reached your breast and pressed a flat tongue over your skin, licking upward a couple of times before latching onto your nipple. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. He looked up at you, giving you a warning stare. You had to keep quiet. You laced your fingers in his hair and pushed him towards you, urging him to continue. He brought a hand up to knead your other breast. He ran his tongue around your bud and gently tugged your nipple with his teeth. You whimpered at his touch. He responded by pinching your other nipple between his fingers. You stifled a moan as he moved his other hand down to press between your legs. You rocked your hips forward into his hand. He pulled back, your nipple still between his teeth and he smiled. You laughed. You ran your fingers through his hair and sat up. He let go of your nipple and put both of his hands up to hold your breasts now. 

“Soft,” he said, squeezing them lightly. He settled the pillowy flesh in his palms and pinched your nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. You smiled as he stared, transfixed. 

“Hard,” you teased as you moved your hand down and touched his dick through his pants. He laughed. He watched silently as you scooted off of the desk and went to your knees. You quickly made work of his belt and pant buttons. You kissed at the skin along his happy trail, pulling down his boxers and immediately wrapping your hand around his erection. He hissed and put his hand in your hair. You looked up at him as you pumped him a couple of times. He furrowed his brows and placed his other hand on the desk to support himself. He was getting close. He bucked his hips into your strokes and moved his hand out of your hair in front of his cock to catch his release. You moved his hand away and placed your lips on his tip as you continued stroking. He let out a whimper as you ran your tongue around him. You took him deeper into your mouth applying pressure with your lips as you pulled back. He grunted and slumped forward. His hand now hovered behind your head, you looked up at his burning red face and you could tell he wanted to take your head and shove it forward. You hummed amused and saw him wince. 

You pulled back with a loud plop and smiled up at him. He looked down at you and almost came on the spot. Your lips were glossy, a wetness coated your chin, and a string of saliva still connected the two of you. “Finish in my mouth,” you said, placing a small kiss on his tip. “It’s my turn to taste you.” His hand moved to the back of your head and he rocked his cock against your face. You closed your eyes as he spread the saliva on his dick all over your face. You smiled. His face was focused, his eyes wide as he looked at you in front of him. He was in a state of complete concentration, trembling in anticipation. You moved his dick back towards your mouth and nodded. He began pushing himself into you. You knew there was no way you could have taken all of him, but he watched carefully as you took him as deeply as you could. 

Your eyes teared up as you tried not to gag and he pulled back. You began stroking him as you took him in again, once again applying pressure with your lips and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. He bucked his hips forward a couple of times. His breaths were becoming more labored and he was grunting slightly. He sped up his pace and you quickened your strokes and applied more suction as you hollowed out your cheeks. He grunted deeply burying his dick in the back of your throat and you felt  warm liquid splutter forward. You swallowed around him, drinking in the liquid and he moaned in bliss. You pulled off of him and winced as he continued to come onto your face. You laughed a little and opened your mouth again to catch the rest of his release. You rolled the dense fluid around your tongue taking in the slightly salty taste. 

Both of his hands were on the desk now, and he was trying to catch his breath. He looked down at you and smiled, shaking his head. He pulled you back up on the desk. “I’ll take that handkerchief now,” you said, collecting the cum on your face with your fingers. He smirked and wrapped his mouth around your fingers. Your core pulsed. He licked up along your face collecting the rest on his tongue and you lurched forward to kiss him, sucking the fluid from his tongue and tugging at it between your teeth. He kissed a quick peck on your lips before pulling you forward and slipping your pants down your waist. He hastily removed your panties and knelt down, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

You laughed and put a finger on his forehead stopping him from moving forward. He looked up at you with desperation in his eyes. You were a bit taken aback. You moved your hand down and caressed his jaw. “Do-Don’t worry about taking your time. I want-” he moved forward immediately, licking a long stripe up your core and rolling your clit in his mouth. You arched your back and laid back on the desk. You put a hand over your mouth as he continued. You writhed beneath his touch and almost yelled out when pressed two fingers into you. He curled his fingers and you whimpered. You lunged forward and dug your fingers into his scalp tugging on the blonde’s hair. “Nanami-” you whispered. The pressure building in your core was becoming more and more intense. “Nanami, fuck-!” He looked up at you with a deadly look in his eye, and slowed the movement of his fingers. You looked down at him and whimpered, “Nanami-” he shook his head. You smiled as you understood.

You laid your head back and pushed your hips up. “Kento….” you said quietly. He started his pace again. “Kento-Kento-FUCK!” You shut your eyes as he attacked your senses. Curling his fingers and twisting as he roughly tugged at your clit in his mouth. A hand flew to your mouth again and you muffled a scream as you finally felt the spring in your stomach snap and relief wash over you. You arched your spine again, pushing his face closer to you as you rode out your high. You collapsed back on the desk, breathing deeply.

You looked up at Nanami who was standing now. He pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket and moved forward to clean your face. He grimaced. “I don’t think I thought this through.” You laughed and grabbed your handkerchief and began cleaning his face. 

He reached down and opened a drawer to your left. Forks, spoons, paper plates and napkins. You frowned playfully. “I never said I didn’t have any,” he said. 

He grabbed a couple of napkins and continued to clean you up. Helping you slip your panties and pants back on. You tucked his dick back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. You looked over at your shirt and gasped. “Oh no!” you lifted it up and saw the frosting had gotten on it. It was right on the front. You sighed and shrugged. Nanami smiled apologetically. “It’s just a bit of cake.” 

“Shall I attempt to lick it off again?” he asked snarkily. 

“Oh please, we’ll be here another hour," you laughed as you wrapped your arms around him. "Not that I would mind...."

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pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4.

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Parental Nanami Fanfiction

Summary-

Between Gojo's annoying presence and Yuuji's school, Nanami can't seem to catch a break.

Or

A fic where Nanami is Yuuji's dad, and Yuuji's school isn't the best.

Not my normal One Piece content- but after finishing the second season of JJk it's been plaguing me, so here ya go friends.

has to be one of my favorite Fics this year, and so I had to make some Fanart for it- (also forgot to post it here too, I posted it on Twitter a while ago and completely forgot about Tumblr XD)

You Can find the fic here!! VV

(pose based off of this ship prompt VV)

Multi-Fandom Pro-Ship Fanfiction Collection!

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Current Fandoms: One Piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto, Genshin Impact, Bungou Stray Dogs

Romantic Ships: (for now, it's definitely still growing, and these are only a handful in order to keep the list somewhat short lol)

Portgas D. Ace/Sabo/Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro/Monkey D. Luffy

Xiao | Alatus/Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka

Gojo Satoru/Yuuji Itadori

Nobara Kugisaki/Sukuna

Geto Suguru/Megumi Fushiguro

Shikamaru Nara/Naruto Uzumaki

Tsunade Senju/Haruno Sakura

Platonic: (I know i'm forgetting some, but this is the gist)

Monkey D. Luffy & Portgas D. Ace

Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks & Monkey D. Luffy

Monkey D. Luffy & Portgas D. Ace & Sabo

Strawhat crew as a whole

Chousou & Yuuji Itadori

Uzumaki Naruto & Iruka Umino

Hatake Kakashi & Uzumaki Naruto

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Phew!

GET A LITTLE LOUD. I DON’T MIND.

—WITH GOJO SATORU

REMEMBER: THE CLASSROOMS AT JUJUTSU HIGH AREN’T EXACTLY SOUNDPROOF…

content: teacher!gojo, teacher!reader, husband!gojo, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, semi-public sex, against the wall, over the desk, creampie, gagging, panty-theft, use of names slut and whore, not proofread

notes: i’m back this is crazyyyy!! i literally wrote every other day and thought about posting but i never finished anything and then all of a sudden it’s been years :O and im back w gojo brainrot. p.s. obi content is still coming but u just gotta be patient sorry i literally am so rusty

words: 3374

“toru! they’re gonna hear you, not me!” you worried your words wouldn’t get past the lewd sounds gojo was making as he rammed his dick in and out of your pussy. he did all this while holding you against the wall of the classroom— where anyone could come in.

“oh, i’m not worried about getting us caught” each of his words was let out between harsh moans, breath heavy as he kept his open mouth pressed against your neck. so he did hear your concern, it just made absolutely no difference to him. there wasn’t even a stutter in his pace, set hard and fast as soon as he slipped inside you only a bit ago.

“then why’re you covering my mouth?” one of his large hands smothered the entire bottom half of your face, but you managed to squeeze your words through the small sliver of space between gojos long fingers just like before.

“because i can actually stop myself from screaming. can you?” he was taunting you, sure, but the truth in it had you blushing. you were a little embarrassed of how easy it was to get a sound out of you. it was hard for you to keep everything in when you were naturally so vocal, and it only got harder the closer you were to coming. satoru always loved the moment he could see your conscious efforts to stay quiet become entirely abandoned in pleasure. once you couldn’t hold back, neither did he, fucking you as hard as he could, until he wrung out every little praise, and whimper, from your pretty throat. when you couldn’t help but shout his name for everyone to hear was his favorite, and he hated having to smother all the noises that always turned him into a horny teenager. he didn’t hold back his own grunts and groans though, letting them out freely in the classroom, which you didn’t think was very fair.

“that’s n-aah!” you couldn’t help but prove him right, a high-pitched moan jumping from your throat when he lifted you up, only to slam you back down where he was waiting to meet your hips a particularly eager thrust of his own.

“mhmm there it is.” he gave a smug little laugh that was always so familiar coming from him. satisfied that he had proven his point, he went back to making sure you kept quiet. instead of using his hands to muffle you this time, he smothered them with his own deep groan through a passionate kiss.

it didn’t help your case that your only response was an increasingly dazed look in your eyes. he clapped a large hand over your mouth again as you clung to him for dear life. your nails scraped at the back of his expensive dress shirt, feeling the muscles of his back react to the sensation. you raked them up to the softly shaved snow on his nape, pushing another groan out of him. only one of satoru’s hands were free, but he was doing the work for both of them. sometimes my husband was gentle and soft during sex, and this was not one of those times. there was nothing sweet about how he groped your ass, gripping and kneading at the skin harshly. every so often one of his fingers brushed against your unoccupied hole while his palms spread your ass slightly.

gravity had you feeling like he was fucking his cock into you well past your pussy. you felt a pleasurable shock each time he hit that perfect spot, shooting up your body. how could it not feel that good with the way you met him with every bounce on his pretty cock. you both got closer and closer, but not quite there. you knew from the beginning that would be short, but you two couldn’t resist a quickie. honestly, you couldn’t resist any opportunity to fuck.

the truth is, he meant it when he said he really didn’t care about being caught from all the noise, but he also didn’t like that getting caught meant having to stop before he could make you finish.

even deeper than that desire, the one he didn’t want to admit just yet, was his possessive need. satoru wanted to keep those pretty little screams all to himself. he figured that he was the one helping you make them, he should be the one who decides that only he gets to hear them. people could still know just who was claiming you by his own pornographic professions of pleasure. Maybe he would let you cry out in the end to reward you, if only because he wanted to hear you say his name like you always did.

to get you there, he was going to have to go just a little harder to push you over the edge. chasing both of your highs, he used all that famous speed of his to switch positions and bend you over the desk. it all happened so fast that even if he slipped out, you didn’t feel it.

the new angle already allowed him to go deeper, but it also allowed you to arch your back. satoru didn’t moan, he whined at the sight. he always loved seeing just how far you’d bend for him— literally. it made his cock throb inside of you, the blood pulsing through the veins along his shaft that were making each drag against your walls take you closer to heaven.

still muting you but no longer having to hold you up, he used a free hand to bully your clit as well as your hole. there was so much sap dripping down from your pussy, making the noise that rang out everytime your ass and his hips met even more vulgar. he easily gathered up some of the wet mix of both your juice and his precum on two of his fingers removing his hand from your mouth only to shove his fingers in instead.

“mmm fuck baby, taste yourself. taste us.” you gagged on them, the choking sound canceling out the much louder whines you were about to make.

he desperately tore off his blindfold, shoving it in your mouth as a gag and telling you to play with your pussy. even before his hand could grip your hips though, you were already meeting his thrusts.

he gripped your hips with his large hands, squeezing your body beneath him, “oh shit. yeah yeah please. keep slamming that ass back on me princess.” he grit his teeth, feeling you tighten around him. you went from throbbing to squeezing him like a vice as your orgasm suddenly shocked through you. you shook, your knees knocking a bit as you used your last bit of strength to push back on him, feeling as much of his cock as you could while you creamed on it. your eyes rolled back almost like they were compensating for the screams you couldn’t let out.

as sensitive as you were, satoru wasn’t done yet.

“so so close, hold out princess.”

the gag slipped from your slacked jaw, but you bit your lip to stop any noise that came from the sensitivity. you nodded and satoru petted your head and smiled. with just your lip to stop you from making noise and you so close to coming, satoru didn’t give a shit about volume anymore. you were about to let out some of the sluttiest moans like you always do when you come, and he wasn’t gonna miss them for anyone. “You know what? get a little loud. i don’t mind,” just before ramming in so hard that he knocked over the desk. the last of your moans morphed into a panicked scream, mingled with the crash and bang of the desk falling, along with all the objects on it. you were nearly one of those things if satoru hadn’t tightly gripped your hips and your neck, keeping you fused together. so much was happening, but he made sure that you were right where you needed to be for him to pour all his cum inside you. it seemed that after everything, your voice couldn’t handle much more than a little whimper when you felt all his hot, thick cum filling you up. you always tightened your legs out of instinct to hold it all in, and it also helped you keep standing as he shuddered, letting a long stream of broken groans and eventually whimpers just by your ear. he wanted so badly to take his time watching his cum drip out of your hole just to gather every drop not inside you on his fingers and shove it back in. you always begged for his cum huh? he’d be a bad husband if he didn’t give you all of it.

shit. his mind cleared he assessed the damage less than a moment after. even with all this shit on the floor, at least he didn’t add his cum to it he thought. still, the biggest mess was between your legs, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud about the two of you.

he immediately picked you up like a ragdoll and sat you down on a desk. you still felt your tongue threaten to kill out but you threw a leg over his shoulder out of instinct, giving him access between your legs to clean up the slick that covered your sex and thighs with his blindfold. it was already covered in spit anyway.

“fuck. someone definitely heard that” he murmured during his rush

“who’s fault now huh—“ you were cut off by him yanking you forward to button your shirt. you were both so relieved that you still had your skirt and he still had his pants on. while he fumbled with your clothes you zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. gojo had just finished the very important task of checking to make sure no cum was leaking past your panties before yuuji came bursting through the door. you immediately hopped off the desk and smoothed down your hair and your skirt, while gojo tried to pass off his ruffled hair by acting like he’d been running his hand through it.

“hey, are you guys ok? we thought we heard something crash.” yuuji eyes darted to the desk on the floor, completely missing the raging blush on gojos face and the slight wobble in your knees. he opened his mouth to ask only to be shoved through the door when nobara came in hot behind him.

“hey! i thought we were all gonna check it out!” she scolded him with her whines.

“not my fault you’re slow!”

“check out what?” megumi strolled in, looking as nonchalant about the whole thing as he could be, in great contrast to his best friends.

“students!” you turned to satoru as he addressed them enthusiastically, “your teachers were just training and made a bit of a mess.” wow. that excuse just…well it sucks. you almost wanted to roll your eyes but had to do a double take. where did he get his glasses from? when did he put them on? leave it to gojo to keep his accessories on hand. it did help distract from how puffy and pink his lips were as he spoke.

“you were fighting in here?” yuuji tilted his head in question. combined with his big brown eyes, his actions had him looking like a puppy.

“it was impromptu.” you bolstered gojos excuse while trying not to cringe at how bad it was to begin with.

“ooh were you like couple fighting?” nobara jumped in with her question. it seemed she was way too intrigued by the prospect of drama to question how much sense it actually made, and you had absolutely no objections to that right now.

“wait things can get that heated to where you battle??” oh yuuji. he asked as if nobara knew all there was to know about the subject.

“no, no!” you waved your hands frantically, only to be completely tuned out once the two kids entered the mode of conspiracy. they talked lowly but didn’t whisper, as if you couldn’t hear them literally talking about you five feet away.

“i mean they totally look like they got into it.” nobaras chin was between her thumb and pointer finger while her eyes narrowed in inspection, yuuji mimicking her actions. after a second of tapping her cheek, she pointed directly at her sensei, making you and satoru almost jump a little bit. wow you had to get a hold of yourself. “no offense, but you should probably fix your hair.” nobara stated bluntly. gojo pouted. you thought he was adorable but also made a note to compliment his hair later.

megumi had been silent, not even really looking at you or the mess. his eyes just wandered the walls until it seemed like something clicked in his braim. his eyes darted back and forth between you and gojo. suddenly rolling his eyes letting out an exasperated “oh my god,” megumi just dragged a hand over his eyes and his face. he wasted no time turning around and walking away, seeming absolutely done with you two.

he caught nobaras curiosity and shd him down out the door and down the hall where you could hear her calling out “hey! hey, fushiguro come back!”

“hey wait what’s he talking about.” yuuji looked increasingly confused as he followed suit.

you almost slumped in relief you were so tired and you had to put effort into standing straight and not just falling into gojo. he looked at your relieved and tired face with a goofy smile. that smile. it disappeared as soon as you started slapping his arm.

“sa-to-ru!” a slap accompanied each syllable. “that was the worst excuse ever! there’s no way they’re not going to figure it out!” your hands kept slapping his bicep, but were just as quick to wrap around it right after. you pressed your cheek against the expensive cotton sleeve as you hugged his arm tightly and pouted just like he did as you looked up.

“c’mon let’s be real here, megumi would rather die than discuss our sex life with his friends. plus, we’re married, princess. i’m pretty sure a husband fucking his wife is like, the least surprising thing ever.” he rolled his eyes as he turned to wrap his arms around your waist, your hands resting on his chest.

“what about itadori? i’d hate for that kid to lose his innocence,”

“innocent? that kid is a self-proclaimed ass man.” taking advantage of the subject, one of satorus own hands came to rest on your ass. you quirked a brow but he pretended not to see your face and just continued, “i also saw a pinup poster in his room,”

“wait, really?” you stopped and shook your head a bit, like it would help you refocus on what you remembered you were talking about, “oh but still, toru, i know they know we have sex but—“

“but what?” he sighed, waiting for your most definitely poor reasoning.

“i don’t know, just” you started blushing and he knew that little embarrassed look. he knew you always liked to play the good girl, to hold on to your pride. if it didn’t make for such a fun game he’d say it’s a total waste of time knowing, without fail, he’d have you on his leash in minutes (literally or metaphorically depending on what your setting allowed). a single long finger tilted your chin up, his face suddenly so close to yours.

“oh you’re not worried about them finding out about my wife being fucked, you're worried about them finding out that she likes to be fucked like a slut.” such crude words came out in delicate breaths that fanned across your face.

“no!” your voice died out instantly when he pulled you a little closer again, your noses now touching instead of just your breath.

“hard enough for the desk to fall and loud enough to scream.” you had had sex minutes ago, and even worse, had almost gotten caught, and yet he was saying and doing everything to make your pussy throb all over again. you were always so easy for him to play with, never offering any real objections despite your attitude. “yeah? you don’t want them to know how desperate you are, how you just couldn’t keep your legs closed until we got home? because that’s all you want, isn’t it.” he whispered in your ear, your eyes fluttering back with chills. the sensation of him placing kisses on your neck brought you back to your senses once again.

“please, as if you didn’t run around the whole school just to say you needed ‘help’”

“and you’re suchhhh a good little helper for me, baby,”, he went to kiss you on the mouth you returned it, but as soon as he deepened it, you pushed him away and he had the audacity to look hurt. you were getting whiplash from having to repeatedly pull yourself together just to fall right into his hands again.

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. i swear we almost got caught there’s no way we can go another round. you’re insatiable gojo satoru.”

“mhmm, we both are, mrs. gojo satoru.” he tapped your nose before lowering his voice once again. “so, how bout i take these panties, and we go home when my cum is about to leak past your skirt, huh?”

“fine. deal.” you huffed, but spread your legs quickly. he went on one knee to pull your panties down, enjoying the picture of your pussy and leaving a kiss on your clit which made you hiss, before he had the fabric dropping to your ankles. you stepped out of them and he swiftly pocketed them.

“i love my wifey so much!” he stood up and kissed you with a cute smile as if he hadn’t just shove your panties down his pants.

“that’s good because love you too toru,” you said softly, hands clasped behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels with a lovesick look like a schoolgirl. honestly, he never stopped making you feel like one.

“aww so sweet.” he tucked a hair behind your hair, sending butterflies past your stomach and to your whole body, but you just knew that wasn’t all. “who woulda thought you were such a whore?” ah, theres your satoru.

“only for you” you patted his cheek jokingly, but he just groaned with his whole body. he had to do things in the most dramatic way possible of course.

“ugh. baby, you can’t just say things like that and then—“

you pushed him off, leaving him, arms still stretched out reaching for you, even after you walked out the door. he looked at the clock before deciding it was max 30 minutes before you asked to go home. you came back in 10.

— bonus:

“well i mean the honeymoon stage is like that, although it’s annoying and gross.” nobara shrugged while still stirring her boba.

“they’ve been married for 7 years. dated for 10.” megumi responded quietly, nobara consequently spewing her drink.

“no way! they act all starry-eyed and all that stuff still.” yuujis own eyes opened wider in surprise

“yeah that’s what i thought too!” it helped nobara that even yuuji had the same idea too. “ugh now that i know they’re just like that it’s kinda gross.”

“wait megumi if they’ve dated for 10 years, you lived with both of them at the same time, right?” both of megumis friends leaned closer to him, eager to hear where yuujis question went, but he didn't even look at them.

“yeah what about it,” he said as nonchalantly as ever. this was a topic he had always made a point never to dwell on.

“so you had to have heard—“

“okay, that’s enough. we’re never talking about this again.” ideas like yuujis were the exact reason why megumi refused to feel his interest. ideas like yuujis made him want to die from remembering just how many times he accidentally heard the two of you…daily.

“yeah gross, good idea.”

“um yeah, you’re right, don’t answer that actually.”

DEBT, CHAPTER SIX

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, ➣ chapter summary: toji's adventures during naoya's annual pool party.

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THE WAY TOJI RAN HIS BRANCH AND THE WAY NAOYA RAN HIS BRANCH WERE INSANELY DIFFERENT. When Toji entered the room many people bowed out of respect, but when Naoya entered the room people bowed out of fear. Maybe that’s why the two couldn’t coexist in the same branch as it was supposed to. Technically, the two of them were supposed to run the same districts together. However, the two had different ideas, hopes, and morals regarding the way their branch should have been run. Forcing the branch to eventually divide into a Toji side and a Naoya side. Which was followed by his family choosing that Naoya was the best route to go because you don’t get power without striking fear in people’s hearts. 

So that’s how the Fushiguro branch was created. He had to start over due to the fear Naoya struck in the current men's hearts. Toji became completely iced out of a yakuza gang he helped build up and soon his family as a whole. He didn’t mind. It was one thing he knew how to do and that was build something from nothing. Now he controlled districts with running such a little gang. He didn’t do it by beating up people and forcing local shop owners in his districts into submission. He did it in a respectful way where people greeted him with kindness and respect because they genuinely respected him. 

Maybe that’s why a lot of men stopped by where he was sitting during Naoya’s infamous pool party to greet him. Bowing their head out of respect and wishing him well before leaving. A glass of scotch was in his hand as he was pretending to enjoy the alcohol and his surroundings. The scent of an expensive cigar lingered up his nostrils as he sat back into the cushions of his seat. His dark eyes stared at where Naoya and Y/N were across the backyard. His skin was heating up in jealousy as he watched her put sunscreen on Naoya’s back. Toji’s nostrils flared so harshly at the sight. Toji asks the woman to give a lap dance to a low-rank member of a gang that involved her touching the guy. He had no problem with that because it was just some bottom-of-barrel guy from another gang. But this was Naoya. 

He was a manipulative condensing asshole. 

“His behavior will be his downfall,” Shui Kong would say as a young woman was placed in his lap. 

Despite him sporting the darkest color shades, Toji knew that Shui was giving Naoya the dirtiest look. Shui Kong was a very well-respected man in the industry of gangs and thugs. Toji has much respect for the guy considering he mastered many things like selling ancient art pieces and such on the black market. He had Japan’s black market in the palm of his hand. Shui even dodged an assassination attempt once or twice. “I can’t believe your family is allowing such an idiot to run their branch. It’s practically a suicide mission,” Shui would sigh as he watched Naoya and the young woman he was with a glance in their direction. 

Toji would lift his glass at the two before he eventually put the glass down on the table in front of him. His lips twitched in annoyance at how close Naoya was with Y/N. He could only inhale sharply and exhale. After all, he was the one that told her he couldn’t get attached to her. He was positive that getting jealous at her touching Naoya in such a provocative way would fall in the category of getting attached. His thoughts were interrupted by Shui once more, “How are you holding up Toji?” He asked.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He was forced to sit up in his seat to pay attention to what Shui asked. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“With taking care of Megumi now that his mom is gone?” Shui asked. “You didn’t properly grieve. The day after her funeral, you were out working and creating big moves.” 

Toji was growing so annoyed at the fact that people assumed he didn’t grieve over the death of Megumi’s mom. Why was everyone assuming that he didn’t properly grieve? Everyone grieves differently. If his way of grieving was continuing to grow an empire so Megumi can grow up to have something to fall back on, then be it. 

“I’m fine. I’ve grieved and Megumi is good.” Toji answered as he glanced around the backyard. His eyes finally met Nanami’s who standing near the back door of the huge mansion. “Now would you excuse me, I have to handle something quickly.” 

He approached Nanami who would walk back into the house. The majority of the people who were littered around the place were either drunk out of their minds, high, or both. Before disappearing into Naoya’s office, they were sure that no one was around. When the two were in the office, Toji started glancing around searching for something. He knew the majority of Naoya’s secret spots in his mansion. Only cause he was the one to help him design it that way. From the secret stash of guns under his walk-in closet floorboards to the safe built behind that silly portrait of Naoya. Toji knew Naoya like a book and it wasn’t because he’s grown up with him. It was because Toji somewhat shaped Naoya into the way he was from head to toe. 

His fingers traced alongside the old books that most likely were never touched by Naoya. Despite the books most likely having never been touched and there for decorations, no dust particles stained Toji’s fingertips. At least he kept his office nice and neat. He was mumbling a little rhyme he and Naoya made up to decipher what book to pull out for the secret door to Naoya’s chambers to open. When he finally got to the book, Toji tugged the book out and both he and Nanami could hear a sound. The loud creaking motion rang through their eardrums as they watch the bookcase slide right open revealing Naoya’s torture chamber. 

“How’d you know what book to pull out?” Nanami asked as he looked at Toji. 

“Just some silly rhyme we made up when we were close,” Toji said as he was the first to step into the darkness of the secret room that Naoya had hidden. 

A room that was meant to hide his riches, was now a secret layer of him torturing anyone that disrespects him, owe him money, and so much more. Toji knew that a lot of people had to die in this room, but the room still smelled as if someone scrubbed it down wonderfully with the most powerful lemon-scented cleaning supplies. He and Nanami didn’t 

“Do you think Y/N will be okay out there considering we just disappeared on her?” Nanami questioned as he was looking around the empty chambers. Even though it was so hot outside, it was so cold in the room they stood in. 

“She’ll be okay. The necklace she has on has a camera in it and Haibara will notify me if something is going on.” Toji answered as he was looking around. 

“You put a camera in a necklace? You don’t think that would break her trust with you? I mean, you could at least give her a heads-up.” Nanami said as he flashed his phone camera on a bulletin board. His eyes scanned over the details that were pinned on the board and such. 

“It’s for her protection. It’s not like I don’t trust her being around Naoya. It’s Naoya, I don’t trust being around her.” He sighed as he looked through a box that was in the corner of the room. He was searching for any sign that Y/N’s father has been there. However, he still wasn’t gaining any luck. 

Maybe Naoya moved him before the party. 

“Hey, come look at this,” Nanami said out loud as his head motioned to the bulletin board. “Is your cousin hunting someone down?” 

“Not that I know of. If he is, this person probably owes him money,” Toji shrugs as he also pulls out his phone to flash his phone light onto the bulletin board.

“But the guy in the photo doesn't look like he’ll owe someone money,” Nanami commented. He took note of how expensive the guy looked. 

The bulletin board was practically filled with photos of this mysterious man by himself, with women, with politicians, with bodyguards. He looked important. Toji couldn’t put a name to the face and Toji knew practically everyone. This man in the photos, Toji did not know, and that frustrated him. Especially given that Naoya was investigating him heavily, so why was he so important?

“Just take a picture of everything, we’ll have to figure out why Naoya is so interested in this guy. Maybe this guy has Y/N’s father.” Toji said as he glanced at the door. He was intensely listening to if someone was coming into the office.

Nanami was doing as he was told, taking pictures of everything in the room. “We should find out if Y/N’s father owes any other people. It’s as if we’re all racing to see who got him first and this guy is probably the one who has him.” Nanami explained as he glanced over at Toji who was flipping through some folder. 

It was paperwork with every person who owed Naoya money. From people to local shops in different districts. Toji took note that no one from the districts he controlled was on the paper. He wasn’t sure if people were just smart enough to not borrow money from Naoya or the fact that Naoya knew not to step foot into his districts without Toji’s knowledge. “Y/N’s father…” His eyes looked closely as he saw the name crossed up using a red pen. “His name is crossed out on the list,” Toji said.

“So, he paid his debt off to Naoya but not you?” Nanami asked as he was done taking pictures and he would walk towards Toji. “Does it say when he paid it off?” 

“Two days after borrowing money from me. That idiot.” Toji said through gritted teeth. He would take a picture of the paper before putting everything back. 

“Let’s get out of here, we collected enough evidence to give us some starting points with this situation. I’ll alert Y/N that she can leave now, but for now, we should go.” Toji firmly said.

Nanami would nod in agreement before he led the way back out of the office. The two of them quickly closed the door and made sure everything was back to normal before eventually joining the party again. Nanami was the first to leave due to him getting a car from his fiancé. While Toji was leaving after sharing farewells to other respectable yakuza gang members. Even though he was walking with his back turned, Y/N was standing among his deadly family with her head held up. 

Toji had left the pool party as soon as he saw his driver pull up. His mind is racing with so many theories. From the bizarre idea that Y/N’s father was stupid enough to borrow money from different gangs to pay off debts to Naoya investigating this mystery man that Toji had no clue about. But more importantly, Toji knew that he had to ask Y/N  about her father. His mind was hoping she didn’t know anything about her father and his troubles. He didn’t think she would lie about that. So why did Naoya have pictures of her father if he wasn’t in debt with him? They collected as much evidence as they could collect using their phones before eventually leaving. Once Toji was back home with just him and Megumi in the house, he grabbed the iPad that Yu Haibara gave him if he wanted to see what Y/N was seeing. He remembered texting her that she could leave the party now, but not come back to his house. Since he had suspicions that Naoya would have someone following her. Instead, go to the five-star hotel he booked her a room at. 

When Toji pressed the app that Haibara told him to use, he didn’t see anything. It was pitch black actually. He thought that maybe she had the necklace in her purse so it wouldn’t get lost during her adventures at the pool party, but when he saw someone hold the necklace up, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. 

There Naoya was holding the necklace up with a mischievous grin on his face. Toji could see that he was in his office and the low chatter of his men gloating about the women they bagged at the party echoed out the iPad’s speaker. 

“Boss, whose necklace is that?” One of Naoya’s men would ask. 

“Hm, just a friend. I’m positive she’s a friend of my cousin’s. I just don’t have enough evidence to prove it yet.” Toji would hear Naoya say. 

“Did you want us to find out where she works?” One of his guys asked.

“Yes, I have to return the necklace someway. So don’t fuckin’ sleep until you find her.” 

Toji closed the app with a quickness. His fist clenched so hard that he felt his nails digging into the inside of his palm. That damn Naoya. He was always one step ahead of him and he hated that. 

DEBT, CHAPTER 9

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, ➣ chapter summary: naoya and y/n attend a charity ball where y/n comes face to face with an old flame.

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YOU CLUTCHED AT NAOYA’S ARM SO TIGHTLY THAT YOU WERE PRAYING YOU WEREN’T HURTING HIM. You were so nervous. More nervous than your first night at the club when you met him. Naoya gave a rundown of many things. From the names of some people that were attending the event to some topics to avoid talking about if he wasn’t around. You understood the risk of being alone, but Naoya thought it was a bit risky to have you follow him around all evening. Especially given his personality of being very much a people pleaser for a party. You could feel the pad of his thumb rub against your palm as he collected your hand into his, “Just relax. It’s just a ball filled with money-hungry important people,” Naoya gives you a slight grin as he leads you further into the venue.

“Do you have to mingle with anyone tonight?” You glanced over at Naoya as the two of you made your way further into the venue. 

The venue felt like you were stepping into one of those magical ball scenes in a tv show. Even if had the sparkling chandelier twinkling above the guests as they mingled with each other. Servers were waltzing around with trays of finger foods and champagne. There was an open bar on the far right of the room. The ball oozed with wealth. No matter if you were new money rich or old money rich, every person you glanced at had some form of wealth. 

“Yes, this man that has three restaurant businesses in my district. I want to talk to him about cleaning some money using one of his restaurants.” Naoya’s eyes scanned over the place as the two of you made it to the bar.

“Oh.” You said. You didn’t want to question more on the topic of cleaning money. Although you were associated with both him and Toji for some time now—you would prefer to not intermingle anymore in knowing about their illegal activities. 

You and Naoya intermingled as the night went on, making subtle jokes about people that walked by you two. 

“So, have you and Toji ever been close?” You asked. 

“Yeah, we were actually. We were supposed to control the Zenin branch together, but you know us. We both have different values and goals in life,” Naoya explained as he looked over at you after picking up a drink from one of the trays the server had. 

“So what went wrong?” You asked as you looked at him. 

“Family.” Naoya drowned his drink. 

You wanted to ask more questions, but Naoya had seen the owner of the restaurant he was talking about. “You’ll be okay alone for a second?” He asked.

You picked up your champagne glass and nodded. “I’ll be okay. Just exploring and pretending to care about rich people's problems.” You gave him a sly smile before sipping at your champagne.

Naoya had disappeared for a moment to talk to the restaurant owner in one of the districts he controlled. That only led you to stare at the people in the ball. Mentally counting the faces of the men and women that have been customers at your job. That was until your curious eyes landed on him. The face you haven’t seen in so long until you saw him outside the cafe. It was such an odd sight seeing him here. Has he grown taller? More muscular? Has his sandy brown hair grown? You couldn’t tell from the corner you were in. 

While you finished your drink, you soon felt that he was returning your gaze. You realized that you couldn’t have him approaching you like this, especially in front of everyone. You placed your glass on a nearby table and made your way toward the bathroom. When you stepped into the bathroom, you pushed open each stall to be sure no one was in there. It didn’t take long before you heard the door swing open and soon the lock. Just as you got to the last stall, you could hear the bathroom door get pushed open. 

There he was in front of you. Asahi Endo. Leader of the Endo gang that was causing chaos in many other people's districts. Also once was a  loyal customer that adored putting yen bills in your bra and he made you feel like one of the most cherished women in his life. Until he disappeared without a word. 

You hated to admit that he looked good tonight. His suit was tailored perfectly. His hazel-colored eyes shimmered under the bathroom lights and if you concentrated hard enough—you could even smell that cologne you were familiar with. His sandy brown hair was combed and gelled back and even you could tell he hated his hair that way. Even with months passing by, you still felt like you could read the man in front of you like a book. 

“Well, it’s so odd seeing my favorite lil dancer here.” Asahi clicked his tongue as his eyes stared you up and down. Completely drinking in your looks as if you were a fresh bottle of wine imported from Italy. 

“We have lost our connections for you to call me your little dancer, Asahi. Let’s cut to the chance, you know what I’m here for. You should have expected this when you saw me outside that cafe.” You explained. 

Asahi's back was leaning against the bathroom door as his eyes were lingering on you. “You’re here because you want to know about your father? Right?” 

Your eyes narrowed at him before you glanced in the mirror to fix your makeup. Obviously, that’s what you were here for. You weren’t here to mingle with politicians and CEOs who most likely spent a Friday night in the club you work at. 

“Didn’t expect you'd show up with a Zenin to get this information. I don’t think this is the right setting to tell you what happened to your father because Y/N, it’s a long story. But you deserve to know, just not in a setting like this and when you look so breathtaking...” Asahi said as he could hear knocking on the door and soon Naoya’s voice.

“Hey, asshole! I will cause a fuckin’ scene in ten seconds if you don’t leave this bathroom with her.” Naoya shouted.

Both you and Asahi could hear Naoya’s counting down. “He’s being serious about what he said, you know?” You asked. 

“I don’t care if he throws a tantrum, it’ll only cause him to look silly,” Asahi shrugged as he stepped forward, completely ignoring the jiggle of the doorknob. He dug into his perfectly pressed suit bottoms and extended his phone for you to take. “If you want to know more, give me your number.” 

“If you want me back into your life Asahi, just say that. No need to get into my head about my father because I have had it up to here with this bullshit with my dad.” You sighed, but you collected his phone and you didn’t even notice that when you grabbed the phone you put in his PIN just like old days. It unlocked as soon as you put the PIN in.

It was the same as when you two were extremely close. He never changed it. 

You pushed that thought out of your head as you put your number in his phone and handed it to him. “I want to know what happened to him before the end of the week Asahi, it’s the least you could do since you did leave without saying goodbye.” 

That pierced Asahi’s cold heart as he watched you leave the bathroom just in time as Naoya was about to pull his gun out from his waistband to shoot at the knob. You didn’t even want to question how he managed to get a gun through the security you two had to go through. 

You collected Naoya by the sleeve dragging him away from the bathroom. “I gave him my number so we can discuss my father. But, I’m positive he’s already dead.” You stated as you looked at Naoya.

Your emotions were getting the best of you as you were standing around the glitz and glamour of this ball. Your father was most likely swimming with sharks at the moment, but it was only a consequence of his actions. Who the hell borrow money from different yakuza and tries to pay other yakuza back with said money? He was such an idiot for that. You just wanted to know what was the money for because it damn sure wasn’t for you. 

“Why would he want your number if your father is assumed to be dead? What wants you to come collect his body parts or something?” Naoya bluntly asked. 

“I don’t know, but you said you wanted to know why he has a prostitution ring in your district right?” You asked as you looked at Naoya and he already knew the look you were giving him. 

With your cute pout and innocent doe-eyed look, Naoya let out a stressed sigh digging his hands further in his suit pockets. “Toji is going to fuckin’ kill me if I agree with you on this.” 

“He’ll be okay. I’ll get some information  that benefits him also.” You walked forward to clutch on Naoya’s arm. “I just flirt with the guy, find out some information that benefits us all. It’ll be like taking candy from a baby.” 

“You do understand that neither I nor Toji has an alliance or connection with this guy and his gang. You’ll be all alone in his territory if you flirt your way in. Plus, many of his men will have suspicion on you since you’ve been seen with me.” Naoya explained. 

“And if something happens to me, I’m sure you and Toji will burn the city down until you have whoever head, right?” You asked while peering up at him. 

“That is true. However, my point still stands. This is very different from Toji sending you in to seduce me simply cause I know Toji.” 

Naoya could only stare at you as his words were going into one ear and leaving out the other. He was aware that your mind was fully made up, but he had no clue that you and the leader of the Endo gang were quite close then you were putting on. 

“Fine, but you’re telling Toji of this plan. I’m only going to say I tried talking you out of it two times.” Naoya commented. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the host of the ball has requested a final dance with his wife, but it is urged for others to join to express your love through such a romantic dance.” You heard a voice blare through the speakers followed by the sound of a slow song for couples to waltz to. 

This type of dancing wasn’t your cup of tea, so just as you were making your exit with Naoya—someone grabbed a hold of your hand tugging you back on the dance floor. You went to yank your hand away, but the gentleman only brought you closer to his body as you waltz around the room. It was Asahi back to bother you after not seeing your face for years. 

As you were getting twirled around the center dance floor, your eyes were searching for Naoya. You managed to find him completely fuming on the inside. You weren’t sure if he was upset at how Asahi was holding onto your body or if he was jealous that he snagged you up for the final dance.

“I’m sure your date hated the fact that you chose to do this silly dance with me.” You said while looking at him. 

“I actually came to this boring ball alone. Just came on behalf of one of the councilmen.” Asahi explained while he would pull you closer. 

“Wow, you really are still that very important guy.” You sarcastically responded. 

“I have my reasons.” Asahi answered. “Just like you have your reasons that you’re here with a Zenin.” 

“It’s really none of your business who I come with. I told you what I wanted and you’re playing games.” 

You could feel Asahi’s hand on your lower back as you two waltz around the dance floor. You felt his fingers tracing alongside your lower back, similar to how he’ll trace your g-string when you would sit on his lap as beautiful as ever in the club. It sent a chill down your spine as he twirled you and brought you back to his broad chest. You could feel Naoya’s eyes boring into your back, most likely seething at the fact that he wasn’t the one to have the final dance of tonight with you. 

“You know, I remember our nights together.” Asahi’s words came out as smooth as you remembered. “You sitting all pretty in the passenger seat of my Porsche.” 

“Hm, that was before you left without a word,” You respond as you gracefully let your fingers intertwine with his. 

You heard him chuckle before he spoke once more, “Ouch! Almost bruised my ego right there!” 

You looked up at him meeting those alluring hazel eyes. “Just reminding you of what you did.” You admitted.

“Don’t dwell so much on the negative, I’m sure you remember the good times. The fancy dinners, the joy rides in my sports cars…” Asahi’s voice trails off as he doesn't break your gaze. “The mornings, nights, and afternoons of you moaning out my name.” 

As soon as Asahi mentioned that it caused you to wiggle out of his grasp abruptly. His lips curled into a grin as he let you go not wanting to cause a scene, “Say hello to Toji for me.” He says before walking away from you with not another word.  

Naoya automatically grabs hold of you, his grasp on your arm as he’s moving towards the exit of the venue. The way Asahi looked at you, it didn’t take long for Naoya to piece the pieces together. He knew that it was history between you two. Naoya was jealous. But at the same time, you knowing such a dangerous man like the leader of the Endo gang meant you were wrapped into the life of the yakuza way before you met Toji. Then on top of you suggesting flirting with Asahi for more information, he felt like you were hiding so much. 

When he saw his driver pull up, he instantly opened the door. “We have to go now.” His voice was stern as if he was holding back something. His only goal was to get away from this venue quickly. 

“The party isn’t even over yet.” You pointed out and you watch Naoya roll his eyes. 

“I don’t care, we need to go. Now please just get in.” 

You did what you were told, lifting your dress slightly to help yourself in the car before Naoya is climbing in behind you. The ride back to Toji’s place started with silence before Naoya broke it. “Y/N, I want you to be honest with me. How do you know the leader of the fuckin’ Endo gang?” 

Naoya didn’t raise his voice. But his alerting tone caused an eerie feeling to travel down your spine. You couldn’t lie considering the amount of times Asahi and you interacted with each other tonight. You were searching for words to say, but you knew that only giving Naoya silence could make him even more frustrated. He probably couldn’t even trust you anymore, even with Toji and himself being smitten with you. 

“We used to be involved with each other, but I didn’t know he was the leader of the gang. I swear!” You said to Naoya. “He was one of my first loyal customers at the club and he just disappeared one day. I never saw him again after one night.” You explained.

“You should have told us this when I showed you the picture of him,” Naoya said.

“I didn’t know how you guys would react.” You argued back. “You probably don’t trust me, but I swear I didn’t know who he was.” 

Naoya let out a sigh as he loosened up his tie. His head back and he could only glance out the window of the passing buildings as the driver was speeding down the freeway. “Obviously, he didn’t give you that much information on your father since he wants to be such a fuckin’ flirt?” 

“I gave him until the week to contact me and I still want to go forward with my plan.” You explained.

Naoya let out a sigh. He had managed to make some connections for the Zenin branch, but you had made no progress in finding out more information about her father. Other than giving your number to an old fling. Naoya knew that it was simply his fault for disappearing within the night for his gain, but you did tell him you could handle yourself and urged him to go mingle with crooked politicians. “Driver, stop the car!” Naoya demanded. 

The car halted so quickly and you glanced at Naoya as he was climbing out of the car. At this point, you guys were in an area near a lot of nightclubs and such. “Where are you going?” You asked as you leaned over before he could shut the door.

“I need a drink and to go home to start planning some moves,” Naoya said as he looked at you. He would tell the driver to make sure you got to Toji’s safely, but before he closed the door he looked at you with such an intense look. 

“Y/N, I’m telling him you know Asahi, but it’s up to you to tell him how the hell you know him,” Naoya stated. “Cause, Toji is going to see fuckin’ red if it’s Asahi who tells him he knows the woman he’s interested in because he fucked her.” 

With that, Naoya closed the door leaving you there with your thoughts. Your thoughts on how you could tell the man that you were falling for that you had relations with another man that could be plotting to bring down the whole empire he created.

DEBT, CHAPTER 10

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, smut is included in this chapter ➣ chapter summary: an engagement dinner party ends in a quite interesting way that leads to something new between toji and y/n.

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YOU KNEW THAT YOU COULDN’T LET YOUR EMOTIONS GET THE BEST OF YOU TONIGHT. With the news that Asahi told you, you just wanted to curl into a ball. You were trying to tell yourself that your father wasn’t that much of a low life to do that, but when you met with Asahi he had that one look on his face. Even though you haven’t seen him in a while, you could still tell he wasn’t lying to you. He wasn’t the type of person to come up with a lie as huge as what he told you. You just couldn’t stop thinking about that last moment when your father called you that day. Was that moments before he was about to die? Maybe he was calling you to say his final goodbye. 

As you were walking around the restaurant making sure everything was okay before people arrived, you felt like you were so out of it. You even tried calming your nerves with glasses of champagne while you placed name cards near everyone’s seat, but that didn’t help. So instead, you buried yourself into tasks you technically hired people for. The thoughts still were swirling around in your head constantly and you were afraid that fancy cooked meals and expensive alcohol were not going to tug this feeling away. 

You sat down at the table in a popular ramen restaurant. You remember Asahi used to always bring you here after work because it was the only thing that would be open after your dreadful shifts. The both of you enjoyed ramen while he gracefully massaged your swollen feet under the table. You picked this location for a lot of reasons. For one, the two of you were familiar with this location. Then on top of that, it was in a district he controlled. 

You glanced up seeing him walk into the restaurant. He saw you and waltzed over after saying hello to its owners. He also had a folder with him. He sat at the table with a sly grin on his face, “So much for going down memory lane huh?” He said with a chuckle as he picked up the menu.

“Cut the bullshit Asahi, you know what I’m here for.” You said as you looked at him. 

“Fine.” He said with a sigh.

“So, start from the beginning. How the hell do you know my father?” 

“Before I begin, do you want to order a bottle of sake or something?” Asahi asked. “What I’m about to tell you, you probably won’t believe it, but I have evidence to back it up.” 

“Just get on with it, Asahi. I have an event to go to and I have to prepare for that.” 

“Fine, suit yourself cupcake.” Asahi flipped open the folder and he started to pull out everything. “Your father was in debt, lots of it! I never really understood because he had a pretty decent factory job, but everyone has their own temptations you know. Mine is cars and pretty women. Your father’s temptation was sadly gambling. He went around different districts collecting money from these yakuza and loan sharks for his temptations and it went down from there. He even paid off some debt with loans from different yakuza gangs. Which was extremely dumb, but it’s whatever. You’re probably thinking, well Asahi you must have finally caught up with my dad and put him out of his misery.” 

You rolled your eyes at the way he was telling the story. 

“Well, that is semi-true. But, your father went to one last person to try to see if they could help with his debt and it wasn’t me.” Asahi explained as he pushed the photo towards you.

You leaned forward and saw a picture of the councilmen that Asahi mentioned to you at the charity ball. “I’m confused.” 

“Your father was a very loyal worker to the councilman's son when he worked in that factory. Like very loyal, practically a fuckin’ lap dog. Not a good one though considering that they backstabbed him at the end, but they are key members of what I’m trying to explain.” 

“But aren’t you associated with that councilman? Why should I trust you? You could just be a lap dog just as much as my father was,” You eyed him suspiciously before Asahi let out a loud laugh.

“I’m doing that to figure out where my twin sister is, silly.” 

“Twin sister? You have never mentioned a twin sister to me like ever. Now that I remember, you hardly spoke about your family at all other than your mom.” You leaned back into your seat.

“We came here to talk about your father, not cut down the branches on my family tree.” Asahi sighed. “Now back to what I was saying. Y/N, everyone is crooked in Japan. No matter who controls what? What job occupation they have, just know they are crooked and the politicians are the most crooked ones.” 

A bottle of sake was placed on the table along with some glasses. You watched as Asahi pulled some in the glasses and slid a glass towards you. “Take a shot because you’re going to need it.” 

You rolled your eyes before grabbing the glass and drowning the alcohol. “Now continue because I don’t have all night.” 

“Y/N, this councilman and his son are in charge of prostitution rings in Japan. They pay some gangs to keep the girls and guys in check, but they’re the puppeteer of it all. You may ask, where does your dad come in on this scandal? But your father was providing a large number of foreigners for them in exchange for them to pay off his debt with multiple yakuzas.” 

You felt your heart drop in your chest and the most hideous knot form in your stomach. You grabbed the bottle of sake and pulled another drink of it, this time not being afraid to fill the glass up a little more than what Asahi first gave you. You took a long sip from the glass before placing it down. “What the fuck?” You asked out loud. “I just…he could have come to me. I would have fuckin’ helped him get out of this. Why would he stoop so low..”You felt your heartbeat quicken and your breathing grow uneasy. 

“Woah there darling, take some deep breaths. I can stop talking about it if it’s too much.” Asahi stared at you with worry in his eyes.

“No! I need to know what else happened.” You said. You could feel your eyes burning with your tears of frustration.

“I managed to get to him before any other yakuza boss snatched him up off the streets. I didn’t know he was your father until he started blabbering about the prostitution shit,” Asahi explained. “He kept talking about how he was almost done with his quota for the councilman. Mind you, he was explaining this as he was scared shitless.”

Although you knew how this story was going to end—you still were anticipating how your father’s story came to a close.

“So as he’s rambling on with tears in his eyes and snot coming down his nose. He’s describing how he only had to give the councilman son personally— one more girl, one more foreigner and that that girl was you. The only reason I knew that was because he showed me a picture of you in his wallet pleading that if I take you to the councilman—I’ll get my money plus some. I just saw red and couldn’t stop Y/N.” Asahi took another shot and leaned back into his seat.

“Granted, we did drift apart and I stopped showing up leaving you into the dark with a lot of shit in my life. However, I couldn’t continue to visit you in the club knowing that I knew why your father was in debt, how he was about to clear all that debt away, and how I was the one who watched him take his last breath.” Asahi admitted. “That’s why I disappeared.” 

“But he called me? He called me and he sounded frantic as if he was in danger.” You said.

“Well, he couldn’t have called you when he was with me. When I found him the only thing he had on him was his wallet. Maybe he called you before we found him 'cause he knew the one man who he thought he could trust threw him to the wolves,” Asahi shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t feel bad about killing him. He was going to sell you to clear his debt, how fuckin’ horrible do you have to be to force your daughter into something she doesn’t want to do.” 

“Where is my father’s body?” You asked. 

Frankly, with what you were hearing, your father didn’t even deserve the grave spot you reserved that was right next to your mother’s. He was better off where ever Asahi had thrown his body. 

“It’s buried where no one can find it and that’s all you need to know. I’m sorry for hiding this away from you and I don’t want the burden of your father’s debt to be on you. So I went ahead and cleared his debt from my organization and paid off his debt with other yakuza branches that I have connections with.” Asahi explained. 

“Asahi…” 

“No, it’s okay. If you need help with the other debt your dad owes—let me know.” Asahi answered. 

Just like that, Asahi collected his photos and such and left you at the table after paying for the bottle of sake you guys drank. You were stuck with the thoughts that your father was dead, some of his debt was paid off due to his cruddy crimes, and Asahi paid a good portion of it off.

Soon guests were arriving and you had to push everything you knew about your father to the back of your mind. You were going to try your hardest to mask your emotions for tonight. Even though you spent precious hours letting out soft sobs on your pillow trying to cope with what your father’s true intentions were. He was planning on selling you to a crooked politician to clear his debt. How selfish could he have been? You wanted to ask Asahi where he buried your father’s remains, just so you can spit on his grave out of anger. But tonight, as you said to yourself, was about a lovely couple that was celebrating such an amazing thing.

As more guests started to arrive and crowd up the restaurant, you were making sure that everything was picture-perfect. You glanced at yourself in a luxury restaurant mirror that was near the bathrooms rubbing your red lipstick-covered lips together. Despite the last-minute dress change, you looked very beautiful tonight. The nude-colored Versace strapless dress hugged your figure perfectly. You had many men that were in attendance heads turning to glance when you walked by them, but soon their eyes would avert elsewhere when they knew who you were.

“That’s Toji’s.” One would say. 

“Yeah, he’s one lucky guy.” Another would add. 

 You didn’t even have the energy to correct them. You weren’t Toji’s. However, from the outside—it sure looked like you were his. When you walked into the meeting room where a lot of Toji’s business was handled, a lot of men graced you with respect. You weren’t sure if it was because Toji made it known that you should be respected, but you weren’t going to complain. You appreciate them for looking after you even though they most likely viewed you in the manner where Toji met you at. On a pole and in the skimpiest outfits that left little to the imagination. 

“I just got word that the couple is on their way,” A person approached you and said.

“Okay, is everything ready? Has the chef started prepping for the appetizers? I need everything to be perfect.” You said.

“Yes, you can relax and have fun now. You did a wonderful job planning this for them.” One of the workers said with a smile. 

When you mentioned the idea of the engagement party to Toji, from your knowledge you told him to let you handle everything. Toji being Toji just gave you his card and stated, ‘anything for Kento and Farahi’. You were never shy to collect Toji’s card, he usually insisted you did. You manage to book out the restaurant where Nanami and Farahi’s first fancy date was at. It had an open bar, an open dessert bar, and the best of the best with made-to-order food from an exclusive menu that Nanami helped create. You didn’t notice how tense you were until the worker urged you to relax. You let out a deep sigh before thanking the worker and eventually letting your body let loose. Finally, push the thought of your father out of your mind for tonight and focus on the party for Fahari and Kento. 

Your YSL heels clicked against the freshly waxed floors as you saw a familiar duo you haven’t seen in a while. It didn’t shock you to find one of them at the dessert table. When you approached them, you would cross your arms over your chest. “Did you even eat dinner yet, Satoru?” 

“Uhh—totally. Two glasses of champagne are enough.” Gojo joked as he smiled at you. His crystal blue eyes peeking at you through the shades that hang on the bridge of his nose.

Geto was sipping on some liquor as he was eyeing people around the room, “Can’t believe he’s getting married. Love is really in the air,” he sighs happily.

“Yeah, that means you two are next.” You nudged both of them since you wiggled your way in between them. 

“I’m predicting it’s you,” Gojo says as he looked at you. His eyes stare at you then ahead.

“You think so?” You questioned. “I don’t see wedding bells in my future.” 

“You also didn’t see any of this in your future either, so..” Geto’s voice trails off before he goes to sip at his liquor once again. 

“That is true,” You sighed out now thinking about the fact that your life changed drastically. “How were the missions you guys were sent off to do? I missed you two so much. You guys missed it, Toji cooked for me.”

You watched Geto and Gojo stare at you most confusingly. Gojo finished the cake pop he was nibbling on and grabbed another glass of champagne to wash it down with, “Toji…cooked?” Gojo asked. “That’s hard to believe.”

“Yes.” You repeated. 

“He hasn’t cooked in the kitchen since Megumi’s mother passed,” Geto uttered as he looked at you. Now it was his turn to nudge you, “You got our boss being all soft and shit,” He chuckles.

You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at Geto’s comment. You just felt that Toji’s feelings about you were going to change as soon as you get the courage to tell him about Asahi. You knew that Naoya most likely told him about your relationship with the leader of the Endo gang. This morning before you left to run errands and meet with Asahi, Toji was as quiet as ever while moving around the house. He didn’t even offer to drive you to your destination, just told you to pick up a set of car keys and take one of his cars. Was he disappointed in you for keeping something like this from him? Perhaps you hurt his feelings because he knew deep down why you would know Asahi. It wasn’t rocket science to piece the pieces together. You had to talk to him as soon as he arrived, but for now, you wanted to catch up with Gojo and Geto. 

“How was the mission?” You nudge both of their sides trying to get some information out of them.

“Fuckin’ wonderful. You should have seen me, Y/N. I was a complete superstar in that meeting with this dude from a cartel in Brazil.” Gojo gloated. “Plus, I didn’t think my Portuguese was that good. But, good thing I paid attention being home-schooled.” 

You grinned up at Gojo as you hugged his side, “I’m so proud of you. I’m sure all of this is going to pay off and your parents are going to be excited to hear that.” You said. 

“I hope so, those guys down there surely can drink,” Gojo said as he remembered the faint memory of Geto and himself going out with some of the members. 

“So, where do we sit?” Geto answered. 

“Well, we’re at that table right there.” You pointed to the table that was closest to the tables where Fahari and Kento would be, alongside their families. “It’s you two, myself, Toji, a woman named Shoko, and Naoya.” 

“You invited that piss-colored-haired idiot?” Gojo asked.

“He kinda invited himself and I told Kento I could just give him a different address and you know how he is….he just said it’s okay. As long as I keep my dog on the leash.” You said throwing your hands up. “He’s an okay guy, may say some questionable things, but he’s tolerable.” 

Gojo and Geto stared at you as if you’d grown an extra pair of arms and a head. “I’m not sitting next to him.” Gojo quickly waltzed over to the table to switch the name cards around. 

With you and Geto not far behind him, you started to speak once more. “He is the reason I finally got the closure I have on the situation with my dad. While you two were gone, we found out who's the head of the Endo gang.” 

“Is your father dead? Are they responsible for his death? Let us know now and we’ll go get it back in—” Geto’s words were interrupted by you. 

“It’s okay. I think I should tell everyone another time.” You said out loud. “Faharai and Kento don’t deserve their night ruined for something like this.” You forced a comforting smile on your face that you knew both the two men in front of you knew that smile as fake as ever.

They didn’t argue against your words, but they sat at their assigned seats after switching the cards around. Now you were sitting in between Naoya and Toji at the circular table. You sat down at the table to rest your feet, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing any slides to put on when the night would die down. “Have you guys talked to Toji? I left out before him to make sure this place was ready?” 

“Yeah, he said he was on his way. Megumi puked on his shirt.” Geto answered. “But that was about fifteen minutes ago when I spoke to him.” 

Your lips parted to speak, but when the couple of the evening arrived all eyes were on them. Rightfully so because Fahari and Kento complimented each other very well. You could feel how much they cared for each other just by the way their eyes twinkled brighter than the ring that was on Fahari’s finger when they looked at each other. The couple decided on color coordinating a dark red color, similar to an expensive bittersweet bottle of red wine. The couple walked into the restaurant with a huge smile on their face as the guests of the party started greeting them. 

“They work so well together, you know?” Geto spoke up as he was fiddling with the fork that was on the table. 

“They do, remember how nervous he was before their first date.” Gojo chuckled.

“So nervous he brought four different bouquets.” Geto snickered. “He was a nervous wreck.” 

As Geto and Gojo were talking, you saw Toji arrived not too long after Faharai and Kento. You have to remind yourself to congratulate them once more, being engaged is something that should be celebrated. Especially in a cruel world that seems like it lacks love in the first place. Toji spotted you near the table and slowly started making his way through the crowd of people, a car seat in one hand and a diaper bag hanging from his shoulder. He finally approached the table with a slight smile. “Sorry, we’re late. He puked on my shirt.” He admitted as his head motioned down to little Megumi.

Your eyes traveled down at Megumi in the car seat gleefully kicking his legs and reaching out his arms for you to pick him up. You couldn’t help but smile, noticing that the Fushiguro boys were matching. Megumi even had a baby bow tie also. Toji had placed the car seat on one of the chairs and began to unstrap Megumi, who was gaining the attention of passing guests. Many of them were cooing at how adorable he looked in his attire tonight. 

“Have you spoken to Naoya any time today? I can’t get in contact with him for some reason.” Toji said as he finally picked Megumi up from his car seat. The dark-haired baby now was admiring his newest environment while his father was holding him. 

“I texted him asking him what time was he coming, but I didn’t get a response from him.” You admitted. 

Was Naoya still upset over you knowing Asahi? It had to be that, but then again he would not just leave you in the dark. He’ll give you some half ass response as a text or even leave you on read before not responding to you at all. 

“That’s odd, he told me what happened at the ball,” Toji admitted. His piercing green eyes watched as your expression changed.

“Toji, I can explain—“ Your words were cut off when you heard the squeal of Megumi's name.

Fahari had joined you two and she instantly could tell she had cut in a very odd time. She gave a smile at Toji and then at you and soon just scooped Megumi out of Toji’s off. You could tell Megumi was very familiar with her with the way his laughter was so loud when Fahari was blowing raspberry kisses on his cheek. “I’m stealing these two away, Toji. We’ll be back.” She says before smiling at him. 

“Uh, okay. Just make sure he doesn’t get drool on his shirt,” Toji searched through the diaper bag and grabbed a bib to give to Fahari.

“We won’t be gone for long, I just need to get to know your friend some more. You know, a friend of yours is a friend of mine.” Fahari motioned for you to follow her as the two of you traveled further to the back of the restaurant that was meant for lounging. 

You sat down on the soft chair letting out a sigh. You were grateful that Fahari interjected. You didn’t even have a clue about how you were going to tell Toji about your relations with Asahi. Frankly, you were going to wait until after the dinner party—but he had just had to bring it up at a moment like this. 

“I just had to get you away from them guys.” Fahari chuckles. “That’s kinda the lifestyle when you’re with someone like Toji. It’s pretty nice to have another girl around here,” Fahari says as she was bouncing Megumi on her lap. “I don’t think we properly met yet, but I know so much about you. I’m Fahari.” 

“I’m Y/N,” You said as you looked at her.

Why did it feel like you were being interrogated? 

“I know who you are,” Fahari said in a stern and demanding voice causing you to swallow the nervous pit that formed in your throat.

Soon the woman burst into laughter, “Oh gosh, I’m joking with you, Y/N. I do know who you are, you’re the one who planned all of this.” 

“No, your fiancé did.” You tried to lie but Fahari only chuckled.

“I know you did.” Fahari glances over at Nanami who was talking to Gojo and Geto. “If he did, he wouldn’t have looked so relaxed right now. He would be so worried that everything is perfect for me that he’ll look like he hasn't slept for days.” She chuckles. “Thank you. With what they do, we never actually have time for shit like this.” 

“You’re welcome,” You smiled at her. “Someone has to be the example of a happy couple around here.” You joked.

“Oh, so you and Toji aren’t a thing? The way Nanami described it, you would think you two are fucking..” Fahari’s voice trails off before she looks at you.

You caught her drift immediately, “No, we’re not. Oh my god! No! I’m just helping him with some stuff.” You soon realized how crazy that sounded also.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Fahari chuckles. “As I said, any friend of Toji’s is a friend of mine. However, if you do anything that puts him and this little one in danger—I can’t guarantee that I’ll be as nice as I am right now.” 

Your eyes met with Fahari’s and you would only nod. “I would never put them in harm's way. So, you don’t have to worry about anything. Frankly, after I’m done with what Toji wants me to—it’s best if I disconnect with them anyway.” 

Fahari chuckles, “I said something similar when I found out about Ken’s occupation. A fuckin’ second lieutenant in a yakuza gang thought he was a literature professor or something. But, I just couldn’t leave him, you know?” Fahari shrugs. “Fuckin’ gangstas and their soft side, huh?” 

Now it was you that was chuckling, with every dangerous man that had stepped into your life—they all showed a side to you that you were sure their enemies never saw. Perhaps, it was time for you to admit that you weren’t going anywhere. Although you were sure that the debt was slowly decreasing—you highly doubt Toji would even let you out of his sight once you tell him what your father's plan was. You were attached and hardly put up a  fight to detach yourself. 

“We should get back since I’m pretty sure they’re beginning to serve food.” Fahari would stand up leading the way back to the dining area of the restaurant. She returned Megumi to Toji so she could speak with her other guests, but before parting ways she says. “Be sure to get my number before you leave, I be needing some girl time around here.”

You smiled at her. “Same, do you know how awkward it is third wheeling with those two?” Your head motioned to Geto and Gojo and Fahari chuckled. 

“I have picked drunken them up from a karaoke bar before so yes,” She chuckles before giving you a sly wave and going to the table that was meant for her and Kento.

When you took your seat, all of the guys turned to look at you. “What?” You questioned as you sipped at the glass of champagne that the waiter placed in front of you. 

“Did you guys talk about Toji?” Gojo’s fork pointed at you.

“No, we talked about you.” You sarcastically said. 

“Satoru, please give the woman some space. Plus, it’s none of your business.” A brunette woman sat down at the table. 

Gojo rolled his eyes before he’s motioning between both you and this woman. “Y/N, this is Shoko. Shoko, this is Y/N.” 

Shoko would give you a sly grin, “The gang’s neighborhood doctor, sadly.” She forces a fake smile before grabbing Geto’s glass of champagne and chugging it.

“You could have got your own!” Geto spoke up.

“Doctor? So, you also work in a hospital?” You asked. 

“Occasionally, I do travel and work in hospitals. But for now, I have my own private practice,” Shoko says. “You know, for people at this table.” She adds. 

“Shoko has stitched me up too many times,” Toji nudges you lightly with a grin.

“And I’m so glad since you had Megumi that you have toned down getting hurt. You’re already pushing retirement home age, don’t need you to get there any quicker by getting stabbed again.” Shoko says as she glanced at the menu for dinner tonight. 

“Stabbed!” You exclaimed as you looked at Toji.

“It’s a very long story,” Toji says. “I’ll tell you the story and even show you the scar another time.” He had placed Megumi’s pacifier in his mouth. 

“I remember that night, he didn’t even know he had the damn knife in his back,” Gojo says. 

“That was because of the adrenaline,” Shoko adds.

Time went on and dinner was served to the guests. Nanami and Fahari stopped at the table countless times to talk to you guys, but they always were tugged away to accept gifts from their family and friends. You found yourself talking to Shoko more while the guys were socializing. Of course, Megumi soaked up a lot of the attention from the guest—especially when Gojo had the baby with mashed potato stains on his face after he ate. The more Shoko talked, the more you learned about the many stories of different gang members coming to her all banged up or cut up. She even told you about how she had to remove a bullet from one of Toji’s men while they were speeding down the freeway towards her private practice. 

The sound of tapping on a glass gained everyone’s attention. All heads turned to look at the main table where Fahari and Kento’s family were at. There the two stood holding hands with huge smiles on their faces. You were hoping each gang member in the room was soaking up this moment—it was rare having Nanami smile around the gang. He always had that serious look that meant he was here for business and no games. Fahari held the mic one of the workers gave to her 

“We would like to announce that we’re expecting our first child together,” Fahari said in the mic with a smirk that lit up the room. “I’m excited for this new journey in our lives and I can’t wait to meet our little bundle of joy,” She says before placing the mic down.

The room erupted in cheers and clapping as Nanami tugged Fahari in for a long loving kiss that caused everyone to cheer even louder. Soon a crowd gathered around them to congratulate them on the soon-to-be journey of being parents. 

“Wow,” You said out loud. You knew Fahari was pregnant already, but you just loved seeing everyone happy for the couple. 

But it was something that Shoko said that caused you to raise your eyebrows in curiosity. 

“I wonder if this means, Kento has a way out,” Shoko said as she was twirling around her box of cigarettes on the table. 

“A way out?” You asked. 

“Yeah, once you have a kid—Toji gives you the option to step down and leave the gang.” Shoko would sigh. “I’m going to go smoke if the others ask.” 

AS THE NIGHT WENT ON OF WATCHING FAHARI AND KENTO’S LOVE, you sat at the table just looking around at everyone. You were grateful for the new people that you have met within these weeks. You had a bond with Geto and Gojo. You saw Kento in a new light now that you’ve discovered he was such a lover boy. You met Shoko who was more behind the scenes and only was needed when a member got hurt and she was perfectly okay with it. Naoya didn’t even show up, which you were disappointed with considering the pleading you did on his behalf. Now that you thought about it, Naoya hasn’t texted or called you to do his daily flirting. Which wasn’t like him at all. Hopefully, he had just partied a little too much the previous night and was sleeping off his hangover. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you could feel someone’s presence next to you. While you push around pieces of the half-eaten chocolate-covered strawberries you were nibbling on, soon when you got a whiff of that familiar Dior cologne—you knew who was sitting next to you. Toji took the seat next to you as the night was winding down in the restaurant. His black tie was undone as he was doing the same thing as you, observing and taking in everyone's demeanor.

It was the first time he saw his gang relax. He watched as Kento was holding Megumi while Farahi was causing Megumi to shriek with the most adorable laughs. The woman used a napkin to collect any drool that was coming out of Megumi’s mouth to prevent his outfit from getting wet. “They’re going to make wonderful parents.” You said out loud as you watched the couple.

“Of course, they are,” Toji says as he looks at you and then back at the engaged couple. 

You could feel that he had his arm around the back of your chair. You glanced over at him letting your head rest on your hand, “Did you have fun tonight?” You asked.

Toji looked at you pushing his chair further towards you and closer to the table, “I did actually. I think everyone deserved a night like tonight. Especially considering what’s to come,” Toji says bluntly. 

“I know.” You sighed as you thought about Asahi once more. Your skin heated up instantly out of anger about the situation once again. 

“But just know I won’t let him hurt you,” Toji adds. “I’m not sure what’s the relationship between you two and frankly I don’t give a damn. It’s in the past for a reason and we’re keeping it that way.” He found himself rambling on. It could have been the little bit of liquor he sipped on finally hitting his larger frame. 

“I got you, Y/N,” Toji adds. 

Although you were aware that Asahi would never hurt you. He killed your father to protect you, after all. You couldn’t help but smile at Toji. “You got me?” 

“Mhm,” Toji hummed as his eyes looked at you. He was so busy with making sure Megumi was okay that he didn’t even get to gawk at how beautiful you looked tonight. From the way, the sheer dress hugged your features to the way the red lipstick you had on went well with your complexion. You were driving him crazy tonight. Or was it because of the alcohol? 

“Hm, I’m starting to think you’re getting attached here, Mr. Fushiguro.” You responded before taking the strawberry on your plate and finally taking a bite of it.

Toji inched a little closer this time the scent of him had you trapped. “You haven’t complained yet about it. I know I said it’s not smart for us to get attached but I have noticed something.” He looks into your eyes.

“And that thing is?” You asked. 

“You’re single. Naoya is single and obviously interested in you, but you shut him down every time. Then it’s your not-so-mysterious relationship with Asahi.” Toji explained. “Starting to think you’re just as attached as me.” Toji leaned over letting the pad of his thumb rub the chocolate from the chocolate-covered strawberry you were eating off the corner of your lip. He soon placed the same thumb in his mouth lapping up the smudge of chocolate that was once on your lip. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was because of his words or his actions. The feeling of being hot with rage due to thinking about Asahi was now replaced with being hot for Toji. Frankly, what he said was true. You were as attached to Toji as he was to you. 

You had finished your glass of champagne before pushing yourself from the table. You tugged your dress down before walking in the direction of the bathroom. You turn around to meet Toji’s eyes and you watch his face glow a bright red before he’s finishing off his drink also. You smirk before going into the bathroom. Even the bathroom in this restaurant reeked of richness. You pushed each stall door open, being sure that no one was in there because you were positive that Toji followed behind you. 

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. You weren’t sure if it was alcohol you consumed, your feelings for Toji, or if you just wanted this moment to make you forget what your father did. Just wait until Farahi hears about this, your talk from earlier—the woman already suspected some hidden feelings between yourself and Toji. You would let the cold water run over your hands as you thought that maybe you were dreaming. However, when you saw Toji sliding into the bathroom door and being sure to lock it—you knew you weren’t dreaming. You would grab a paper towel to dry your hands quickly before you’re looking at him, your lips parting to speak but soon his lips crash upon yours in a flash. The taste of the liquor he was drinking lingered on his lips causing you to be even more intoxicated by his kisses. You could feel your back pressed against the edge of the row of sinks in the bathroom and Toji didn’t waste any time lifting you to place you on the sink. He took comfort in the space in between your thighs and the kiss didn’t break just yet. 

You could feel his hands lingering up the dress you were wearing causing it to rise just a bit more. He even inched closer just so you could feel his clothed bulge upon your folds in your panties. “Let’s just do it already.” You moaned out when you felt Toji’s lips trailing kisses down your neck.

Red lipstick staining his plump lips, Toji did what he was told. He undid his pants and soon could feel how loose they were around his waist. He’s digging into his Calvin Klein briefs to tug out his member and he chuckled seeing your reaction. 

“Jeez, I see how Megumi was created,” You uttered, your eyes glancing down at the dick that stood hard and ready to feel you clutching around him. 

“Don’t let the size scare you, you’re a big girl and you’re going to take this dick, right?” Toji uttered as he inches his face closer to yours.

His words and tone of lust were a complete panty soaker. He would tug your panties to the side and he let his fingers glide across your pussy lips. The feeling of your sleek staining his fingertips caused him to go feral. He grabbed ahold of his cock and let his tip tease you as he brushed it against your drooling entrance. “Look at that, I barely touched you and you’re so wet for me doll,” Toji says.

“Toji.” You whined as your hips bucked for some form of friction. “Stop the teasin’.” 

“Why? Isn’t that what you've been doing all along?” Toji asked.

He didn’t even give you time to answer before he’s trapping you with a lust-filled kiss once again. But this time you were forced to moan into his mouth as you felt Toji fill you up with his cock bit by bit. The pornographic wet sound that was heard when he finally bottoms down fully inside you caused you to break apart the kiss to let out a moan. 

“I told you—you fit so perfectly around me,” Toji emitted. The intense feeling of you clutching around him was causing him to go insane and soon he’s grasping at your thighs to move his hips further towards yours. 

Your head fell back to be met with the glass mirror and that didn’t stop Toji from his brash thrusts that were tugging you closer to the edge. The grip he had upon your thigh was so tight that you knew it was going to leave a bruise, but you didn’t care. You were so into the moment that Toji could leave as many marks on you as possible and you wouldn’t care. You weren’t sure what possessed you to cross this line with Toji, especially the running thought of not wanting to get attached to him. However, with the chilling thoughts of what your father was doing—you wanted to drown your sorrows away. No matter if it was with liquor and just sex, you didn’t want to think about your father, his horrible actions, and his death. 

Within the minutes of Toji being in between your legs mushing his hips forward to feel the wonderful feeling of your pussy clenching around him. You weren’t even sure how many times you had cum. Your thighs quivered as soon as he removed his dick covered in your essence. Desperation lingered on your face as you ached for more, such eagerness for Toji to fill you up again that your hands went in between your thighs to put back in. You heard Toji chuckle before he’s pinning your hands above your head. You could feel the coolness of the mirror on the back of your hand. 

“Stop rushing, I want you to savor the moment.” Toji hummed as he used his free hand to prompt your leg upon his shoulder.

You were completely vulnerable to what was to come. He soon used his hand to guide his cock back towards your drooling entrance. His fat mushroom-shaped tip brushed against your pussy and Toji felt your body tense up. “Just relax, you took me so well the first time.” 

Toji was shoving himself back inside you bit by bit and slowly just to push you further to the edge of your orgasm you had lost count of. 

“Look how well you’re taking me, like the pretty girl you are.” Toji groaned through the lewd sound of your skin slapping against each other.

You were curious to look in between the gap in your bodies. You felt lightheaded seeing the way Toji’s cock looked inside you. It was a beautiful sight considering how thick Toji’s dick was, but also terrifying due to how girthy his cock was to even be able to fit inside of you. 

“I’m so close,” Toji spoke while rocking his hips at a rhythmic pace. 

You weren’t sure what possessed you to moan out such words. But it just stuttered out like a broken record that kept repeating itself. Your walls fluttered around his cock while exhaustion finally hit your body. You could tell that Toji was feeling the same way. His eyebrows furrowed together and his face was as red as a tomato, he was about to cum. 

“Cum in me.” You moaned out. “Let it all out Toji.” You said through moans.

Toji didn’t argue against your wishes. He gladly let it all out. Thick warm ropes of cum shot inside you you just in time for Toji to trap your loud moan of his name. His tongue forced its way down your throat wanting to taste you through his mind-blowing high of being inside you. You were too addicting to Toji and he loved to admit that he hadn’t felt this way in a while. His strokes were slow and hesitant before he finally pulled out. His skin felt so hot as he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. 

It took a couple of seconds for you to finally gain your composure. You hopped down from the sink to clean yourself up although you could feel Toji’s cum inside of you. Toji was also cleaning himself up collecting his thoughts just like you. 

“We should make a stop at a convenience store before we go home.” You admitted as you turned to him. You started to fix his clothes for him, slowly tucking in his button-down shirt in his pants and soon buckling his pants. 

“It was the bliss of the moment,” Toji sighed happily as his hands found their way to your waist. 

“This changes everything, you know?” You questioned as your eyes glanced up to meet with Toji’s. 

“Are you saying this because of your former relations with him or?” Toji asked. His question trailed off as he waited for your answer.

“Are you asking this question because you think I’m going to go back to Asahi?” You questioned.

Toji kissed his teeth at your question. He hated to admit that Asahi’s name leaving your lips after such an intense moment made him feel jealous. “Are you?” His hands dropped from your waist in disappointment.

“You asking me this after we just had sex is insane.” You snickered. “I’m not interested in Asahi, I can’t say the same for him. But like you said, I’m just attached to you as you are to me.” 

“I have to compete with him and Naoya? You’re killing me, Y/N.” 

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 07)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3.5k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 07

I don't know what to do with your kiss on my neck. I want to steal your soul and hide you in my treasure chest (Hostage by Billie Eilish)

The brat's boisterous laughter mixes with the excited chirping of the birds as he jogs past one of the cherry trees in the small park beneath their apartment. His pink hair is once again getting crowned by the falling cherry blossoms. He looks over his shoulder at Sukuna, golden eyes sparkling happily and a broad smile on his face as he exclaims loudly,

"Come on, baby! Catch up!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes playfully and accelerates his steps, quickly catching up to the boy and falling into pace beside him.

They began a new ritual: Morning runs every day after getting up. Sukuna welcomes the idea. It's not like he has to do a regular workout to stay in shape, and the brat doesn't, either. Their bodies are made of powerful magic, blessing them with immense natural strength and stamina. But he still enjoys the morning runs.

He likes the fresh morning breeze, the song of the birds, the way the small shrine looks in the soft morning light. They almost have the park to themselves during this time of the day. It brings back memories of his past life when cities weren't as big, and the world wasn't as loud as today.

He likes the endorphins spreading through his body at the physical exertion. It feels nice after being trapped in a state of numbness for such a long time.

And it makes the brat happy.

This is a factor Sukuna has to consider, too, after all. He has to make sure Itadori feels comfortable with him. That's part of the plan. The brat has to feel safe and happy, wrapped comfortably in Sukuna's lies.

This way, things will have the most destructive effect on him once he gets his memories back. Seeing his perfect harmonic life crumble and shatter into a thousand pieces will break him.

And so Sukuna goes on those morning runs, and he lets the brat hug him when they finish a foot race to the small shrine. He grins when Itadori presses his body against him and kisses him under the cherry trees before he takes Sukuna's hand to drag him back to their apartment, where Uraume is waiting for them with a rich breakfast. He smiles when the brat feeds him something from his plate, and Sukuna returns the favor a moment later while chuckling at how obediently Itadori opens his mouth for him.

Sweet domestic life, just like the brat craves it.

Sukuna wakes up with Itadori in his arms. They are lying on their sides, and the boy's back is pressed against Sukuna's chest, snuggling against him like the little pet that he is.

Itadori wakes up with a soft groan and a sleepily mumbled,

"G' morning."

"Good morning, darling."

Sukuna knows the brat likes it when Sukuna calls him pet names, and so he does it often just to bask in how easily he can manipulate the little idiot. The reaction is immediate. Itadori chuckles lightly, and his ass presses even more firmly against Sukuna's straining erection. A grin spreads over Sukuna's face.

You little horny thing. Not so scared anymore, huh?

Sweet victory sings in Sukuna's veins when the brat starts to move. He rubs his firm, round ass slowly against Sukuna's hard cock. It's a very deliberate movement. Part of Sukuna wants to taunt him for it, wants to call him a dirty slut, just like he did anytime he caught the brat watching those naughty movies on his phone.

But it's different now. The brat is needy for him, and that's exactly what Sukuna wants.

He smirks against Itadori's neck before pressing a kiss on his skin right where the short hair of his undercut ends. And then he hears the sweetest sound: a soft moan.

A feeling of exhilaration fills Sukuna. He enjoys hearing Itadori moan for him. It's a special kind of power Sukuna feels when hearing those pathetic sounds. Red, hot desire pumps through Sukuna's veins. He wants to hear more. He wants to feel more.

He presses his lips to the brat's skin again, trailing several kisses down his neck while his right hand wanders down the brat's body. His long fingers trace Itadori's firm abs, and then Sukuna shoves his hand down the front of the boy's underwear.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Sukuna chuckles at the boy's loud exclamation as Sukuna's hand wraps around his throbbing erection. Skin on skin this time, no clothing between them.

Of course, Sukuna is familiar with every inch of the brat after sharing this body with him for years. But it's a whole other experience to touch him like this. To feel how hot the brat's cock feels in Sukuna's hand, how hard and how thick. It's an exquisite sensation.

And the brat's reaction is equally delicious. Another moan falls from his lips, louder this time. His head rolls back against Sukuna's shoulder, and he pushes his hard cock unashamedly into Sukuna's hand.

"You like that?" Sukuna whispers into his ear.

"Y..yeah..please don't stop, Sukuna! Feels so good, ah!"

His reaction makes Sukuna's cock twitch. The brat is cute when he is so needy for him.

Sukuna wraps his hand firmer around the boy's hard length, pumping the thick cock in the same rhythm he remembers from all the times he was in Itadori's mind when the boy was jerking off in his room or in the shower. And he gets rewarded instantly by a desperate-sounding mewl.

Sukuna smirks. It's so easy. He knows the brat's body so well, knows all his dirty fantasies, knows how the brat likes to touch himself.

His kisses on the boy's neck grow more savage. He's sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin, leaving his marks on the brat in angry red love bites.

Mine. You're all mine, Yuuji.

It doesn't take long until the brat cums with a series of loud moans and whimpers, pushing needily into Sukuna's fist and spilling his hot, thick cum over Sukuna's hand.

Some of it shoots messily over Itadori's body, and Sukuna watches it in fascination as it slowly runs down the boy's flexed abs.

This is for him. For Sukuna.

Sukuna smiles as he runs his fingers through the sticky mess on the brat's abs, spreading the evidence of his power over the boy all over his skin. The brat came so fast for him. It's pathetic and cute.

Sukuna growls and brings his cum-stained hand to his lips, licking at the warm seed and groaning softly when he tastes it. He licks it up hungrily, driven by the sheer blinding need to consume the brat again, to be close to him, to be one with him again.

His cock is twitching, desire almost making him take the boy by force. But he doesn't have to.

"Baby, let me touch you too, please. I want to make you feel good, too."

Golden eyes look at him pleadingly, full of a hunger that Sukuna has only seen in the mirror before.

He smiles at the brat and reaches out to cup his chin, running his thumb over the boy's bottom lip and pulling it down.

"Of course, you can touch me, sweetheart. Touch me, kiss me, fuck me. Do anything you want, my sweet thing."

He delights in how the brat's eyes roll back in pleasure at Sukuna's words, a shaky moan falling from his lips.

Sukuna lets go of him to take off his boxer briefs, basking in the way the brat stares at him, his golden eyes dark with desire when he sees Sukuna's cock for the first time.

Sukuna joins him on the bed again, leaning over him, capturing the boy's lips in a passionate kiss, deep and wet, tongues caressing each other with a need Sukuna cannot remember experiencing before.

Maybe this is something only a soulbond can give you, this feeling of raw desire that comes from sharing the same body and soul and craving to get back as close as possible.

Sukuna straddles the boy, his knees on either side of the brat's thighs, kneeling over him, watching the boy with glittering blue eyes.

"Touch me, baby."

The boy's gaze is fixed on Sukuna's face as he gulps hard as if he is too scared to look anywhere else. But his hands are braver, wandering boldly over Sukuna's naked skin, trailing over his thick biceps, sending shivers of pleasure through Sukuna. Those warm, strong hands caress his muscular thighs, fingertips tracing the black rings tattoed onto Sukuna's upper thighs, slowly but steadily wandering closer to their goal.

A low sigh spills from Sukuna's parted lips when he finally feels a warm, strong hand wrap around his hard cock. The dull ache in his chest is replaced by a throbbing heat that makes his mind heady with desire.

He watches the brat, looks deeply into his eyes as the boy pleasures him slowly at first and then growing faster steadily, pumping his fist up and down on Sukuna's wet cock, thumb rubbing over his swollen cockhead and slit.

And Sukuna lets him see what he's doing to him. He knows how bad the brat craves reassurance. How every praise makes his cock throb. And so he gets a little treat. He gets to see the pleasure on Sukuna's face, gets to hear the soft groans falling from Sukuna's parted lips, gets to witness the heavy-lidded blue eyes becoming clouded over by arousal.

"Yes, like that, baby. You're so good to me. Make me cum on you."

Sukuna isn't the only one who moans when he finally cums, cock twitching in the brat's hand as thread after thread of hot seed shoots out of his dark pink mushroom head and onto the brat.

Golden eyes watch him, shining brightly, filled with desire and admiration.

Sukuna can tell that the brat is asking himself how he got so lucky to have Sukuna's cock in his hand and his seed on his skin.

Sukuna grins at him, and exhales slowly with a low, satisfied groan.

The brat has never looked as beautiful as now, covered in Sukuna's cum. It's on his chest and abs, a little bit even on his chin. Glistening pearly white streaks slowly run down his tan skin, marking him as Sukuna's. So beautiful, so ruined. Claimed by the King of Curses.

Sukuna's seed mixes with Itadori's in the valleys of the boy's abs. Sukuna cannot tear his gaze away from the sight. Finally, their essences are mingled again. He reaches out, running a long finger through the small sea of their combined seed, watching it in fascination.

He smiles as he brings that finger to the boy's lips. He doesn't even have to push the brat's mouth open and force-feed him their cum. Itadori opens it eagerly, moaning and flicking his tongue over Sukuna's finger, licking their mixed seed hungrily off his lover's finger.

Yes, consume me again, brat. Take me inside you, just like it should be, just like it is written in the stars.

Watching the little scene makes the place in Sukuna's chest, where the phantom pain usually sits, fill with a warmth that feels almost too intense. But he welcomes it. It feels better than the strange empty feeling he usually experiences.

He leans down a second later to run his tongue over the brat's body, licking the cum off him, marveling at the heady sweetness of their mixed essences. So this is what fate tastes like.

Sukuna smirks when he claims the brat's mouth again, basking in the needy noises the brat makes when Sukuna feeds him their cum with his tongue.

Everything feels right at this moment.

For a second, Sukuna catches himself thinking that he doesn't even want the brat to get his memories back. He is beautiful like this. Obedient, sweet, and so happy to be under Sukuna, with his cum on his body and in his mouth.

Sukuna wouldn't mind keeping him forever like this.

He is used to living with a personal servant. In his former life, he spent many years with Uraume, who took care of everything for him. Who cooked for him, who prepared Sukuna's baths for him, who made sure his kimonos were always clean, and who did everything else in their power to assist Sukuna at all times. And they naturally slipped into that role again now in his new life. Sukuna is familiar with a Master and servant dynamic. But what Sukuna isn't used to is having someone who isn't his servant do those things.

He raises a surprised eyebrow when the brat leans over him while Sukuna is lounging on the couch. The boy hands him a plate with cookies. There's a proud grin on his face, and his voice is full of excitement,

"For you, baby. The recipe was printed on the back of the cocoa powder, and it sounded so delicious that I wanted to try baking it. I think they turned out really well! You have to try them!"

Of course, the cookies are amazing. Itadori has a talent for cooking and baking. The brat doesn't remember it, but Sukuna does.

He benefitted from that fact when he shared a body with the boy, often manifesting his mouth on the boy's palm to steal some of his food. But it's even better now when he can actually take a cookie into his hand and feel it, chew it, swallow it, taste it, and consume it in his own body.

He watches the smile on the brat's face grow even bigger when Sukuna tells him the cookies taste delicious.

"I didn't remember that I could bake. Oh my god, I will bake so much now! Tell me what you like, baby. I will bake anything you want! I want to try other recipes too!"

Sukuna watches in amusement as the boy disappears into the kitchen again, practically bouncing.

It's fascinating how fast Itadori is settling into his new life. And it's even more fascinating to suddenly belong to the circle of people whom Itadori cares for.

The brat was always so eager to please others and to make them happy. He was always so generous with his affection, constantly doing things for people, showering them with compliments, and reassuring them with his words and touches. Hugging them, cooking for them, carrying their bags, protecting them.

Sukuna had watched it all from inside his vessel. Had watched the boy be sweet and affectionate to everyone around him. Towards Sukuna, he had never shown that sweetness, of course.

But now Sukuna suddenly finds himself on the receiving end of that affection, and it feels strange.

Strange because Sukuna can't remember anyone ever treating him with affection.

Fear, desire, obedience. Those are the things Sukuna is used to receiving. But what the brat offers him is new. And it is something Sukuna doesn't understand.

More times, when he likes, he catches himself watching the boy with narrowed eyes, trying to figure him out.

What is going on in that stupid little head of yours? Why are you like this? Why are you so full of love and warmth that you are overflowing from it, that it spills out of your every pore?

Sukuna can't wrap his head around it. He understands desire. He understands the raw urge of wanting to have something and claim it. But the warmth and selflessness that live in the boy are foreign to him.

When Sukuna desires something or someone, he doesn't ask. He takes.

But the brat is the opposite of that. Itadori Yuuji doesn't take. He gives. When Itadori desires someone, he gives everything he has to that person.

It's foolish.

But that's how Itadori works. And after his memory loss, he sees Sukuna as someone he wants to give his affection to. The boy is fond of him. The boy likes him, maybe even begins to love him.

It explains why he wants to bake for Sukuna. It explains the soft sighs and gentle smiles and the way the brat likes to walk up behind Sukuna and hug him from behind, snuggling against him, face pressing gently against Sukuna's shoulder blades, strong arms holding him tightly, clinging to him as if he never wants to let go again. It explains why the boy looks into his eyes for what seems an eternity, his golden eyes filled with so much warmth.

It means Sukuna's plan is working.

Sukuna exhales loudly. Why is he even wondering about this? It doesn't matter what the brat does, feels, or wants. He is Sukuna's little plaything, a special toy to entertain him. Nothing more.

And as foreign as the concept of this affection is to Sukuna, he can't deny that it has its advantages to be on the receiving end of it.

It's undeniably nice to eat the cookies and cakes the brat bakes for him. And it's definitely comfortable to fall asleep wrapped around a warm body. Sukuna asks himself why he never considered this in his past life. Especially during the cold season, it might have been useful to keep a bed companion.

But then he remembers that none of his past lovers could be trusted. He could have never slept next to them.

The thought makes him laugh grimly. It's ironic. Technically, the brat is a thousand times more dangerous than all of Sukuna's past lovers combined. He is powerful and blessed with superhuman strength. And yet Sukuna knows that Itadori, in his current state, won't try to murder him in his sleep. As unbelievable as it sounds, he's the first one of Sukuna's lovers who isn't a potential threat.

Sukuna snorts and glances at the brat, who is currently asleep in his arms, snuggling against him, his head resting on Sukuna's chest, one arm carelessly thrown over Sukuna's torso. Sukuna smirks as he rests his chin on top of the boy's head. Itadori makes some pleased noise that almost sounds like he's purring.

He really feels very warm to the touch. Comfortable.

For some reason, Sukuna always felt cold during his imprisonment in his domain. He spent a thousand years trapped in a cold cave, and no matter how much fire he conjured in the Malevolent Shrine, it never helped.

Now, he can't even remember what being cold feels like. Not when the brat's warm body is pressing against him every night.

"Kuna! Please watch this movie with me! The sneak peek looks so cool!"

Excited golden eyes beam at Sukuna, and the brat pats the space beside him on the couch.

The corners of Sukuna's lips lift in an amused smirk. The brat is currently discovering his former passion of watching movies again, and of course, he wants to watch them with his boyfriend. That means they are back to watching movies together, just like when they still shared a body.

Or not exactly like when they still shared a body. Because when Sukuna was still trapped inside the brat, he never got tired of complaining about every single movie Itadori enjoyed. Now, he doesn't do that. And he finds that it's actually a lot more relaxing to just be able to focus on the movie instead of constantly talking to annoy the brat.

The truth is that Sukuna had secretly enjoyed many of the movies the boy had watched. The plots of the stories weren't that different from what he remembered from the plays he used to watch in his former life. Drama and bloodshed, sprinkled with a bit of romance here and there. It could be quite entertaining.

And now Sukuna doesn't have to pretend he hates movies anymore. He can just lean back on the comfortable couch and enjoy.

Itadori snuggles against him, rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder, and grabs a handful of popcorn out of the large bowl in Sukuna's lap, munching it loudly while his gaze is glued to the TV screen.

The brat's head on Sukuna's shoulder presses on a nerve, making Sukuna's arm tingle, but the usual dull ache in his chest is silent. And the popcorn tastes quite good. Itadori sprinkled butter and cinnamon sugar over it. Movie nights with the brat don't seem so bad.

"Whoa, the suspense is killing me!"

The brat grabs Sukuna's forearm tightly, and Sukuna laughs.

"You said the same thing the first time you watched this movie."

"Oh? Did I already see it?"

"Yes, before your accident."

The brat's expression turns thoughtful for a moment, and then, to Sukuna's astonishment, he laughs. The boy throws his head back and laughs that annoying, too-loud laugh of his.

"That's actually a positive effect of the memory loss, then! I can watch all my favorite movies again for the first time! That's a dream come true for every movie lover!"

His eyes sparkle happily, and his face is lit up by a bright smile.

Sukuna stares at him for a moment, stricken by the brat's unyielding optimism.

It's foolish, of course, to always see the good in things and people. Itadori is too naive.

And yet...

Sukuna can't help but feel a flicker of respect awaken in him. The brat always gets up again. Regardless of what life throws at him, Itadori Yuuji doesn't back down. He adapts, he keeps going. That is an attitude that makes him strong.

And strength is something Sukuna respects.

The sounds of the TV blare in the background, loud screams and gunshots as the hero gets into another fight. But Sukuna's gaze is only focused on the boy next to him, wondering why and how re-watching an old action movie made him realize for the first time that there is something about his former vessel that he respects.

I am very sorry for the late update. I was on vacation and also pretty busy, so I didn't have the right mindset to work on this story, but I am happy to be back again!! Thank you so much for reading the new chapter!! I hope you like it. They were so domestic in this chapter, and it made me grin so much awww!!

One of my favorite things to write about is when Sukuna gets treated with love and affection, and he doesn't know what to do with it at first because he isn't used to it. I am very, very soft for that, and this is why writing this story makes me very emotional at times. I hope you felt some of it too!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

You are in Love

Pairing- Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Summary- The three times he realised he loved you, and the one time he said it. Inspired by You are in Love (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift.

Warnings- Its just fluff, a little angst if you squint? SATORU IS WHIPPED (hes so cute😭), best friends to lovers romance, Shoko and Suguru playing cupids, whipped satoru (yes this warning again), swearing (its only one word but still), no curses!au, modern!au, my poor english :p

Word Count- 3.5k words

A/N- Whenever I listen to Taylor, either this guy or his best friend pop up in my head. Like the amount of times I think about them is so insane and I can’t help it anymore. Anyways, here’s another songfic (is this even a surprise atp?) based on another Taylor’s song coz i love that woman so much. Alsoooo it’s my birthday today! And what is better than writing a fic abt your man on your birthday? So I hope y’all enjoy this little birthday gift from me!

The first time Satoru realised he loved you was when you were in college together. It was the last day of the semester before everyone bid farewell to each other and went home for the holiday season. You and him were walking along one pathway coming back from your Christmas shopping, snow falling softly around everyone’s body, and a chill in the air that made everyone want to snuggle up beside the fireplace in their houses.

Suguru and Shoko had joined you both too but then excused themselves to leave you two alone, hoping that the romantic ambiance of the holiday season would finally give Satoru the confidence to tell you how he felt.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an understanding. He had spent the whole afternoon talking to himself in the mirror, practicing what he would say so that he won't stumble on his words and ruin the moment.

He didn't have a problem talking to you as he normally does; you were his best friend after all, like Suguru and Shoko, but once he tries to tell you that you make his heart beat faster, make butterflies flood his stomach, it makes him lose all his senses. Suguru had to drag him out of his room, complaining about waiting for 'thirty fucking minutes' already.

Eventually, he met you and Shoko at the front gate of his house and walked with you towards the mall. The entire day, he felt so jittery, like he couldn’t stay still. You remained oblivious to the fact that Satoru was about ready to burst from the inside from how nervous he was.

Suguru and Shoko, on the other hand, couldn’t contain their laughter. By the time the sky began to fade into the night sky, Suguru and Shoko decided that now was as good of a time than ever and made up an excuse to leave the two of you alone. 

Now here you were, walking beside Satoru, bundled up in your white scarf, and the cutest red blush on the tip of your nose. You readjusted your beanie, looking up at him to start conversation. Satoru felt his words get stuck in his throat, unable to remember how to speak with you staring up at him with the twinkle of oblivion in your eye.

"Toru?" you asked bumping your shoulder with him, noticing his uneasy expressions as you wrapped an arm around yourself to get some warmth as the snow had started to fall little more harshly, "am I that boring that your mind had to drift somewhere else?"

"God no." He blushed, finally able to say something without stumbling. Without thought, he wrapped one of his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. You sighed in content, melting into him and Satoru swore his heart swelled three times its size.

The snow crunched under your boots as you walked up the path. The lights lining the cobblestone street gave a yellow tint to the sight. He walked with you in silence but in his head, he was going over exactly what he wanted to say. This was the perfect time.

The snow falling from the sky, little snowflakes tangled in the strands of your hair. You were pressed up against his chest, so close to him that he could smell your perfume, sweet and addicting. There were no other people around, all too eager to find sanctuary in warmth that their houses brought. It was the perfect time.

He stopped walking, halting you with him. He let you go for a moment, taking a deep breath in and slowly let it out. You watched as the cloud of fog escaped his lips and dispersed into the air. His white hair poked out from under his hoodie, matted on his forehead. Satoru looked down at his wet boots, kicking around snow that pooled around the soles.

Finally, he looked up, taking your two hands into his palms in the process. 

You smiled at the gesture, your heart fluttering in your chest. You looked at him, offering a comforting look as you raised your eyebrows up in suspicion, “What’s up, Toru?”

And just like that, all of the words he worked so hard to conjure up, slipped right out of his mind. When he saw you looking up at him, eyebrows raised, cheeks and nose tinted with a light shade of pink, and your lips plump and red, he realized that there were no words to describe what it was he felt about you.

You watched him in silence, studying the way he gave you a lopsided smile when you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, letting out another sigh of relief. 

“Nothing,” he finally spoke, letting go of your hands. He wrapped his arm around you again, hoping you won’t hear the marching of his heart in his chest. “You’re my best friend.”

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The second time he realised he loved you was when he found you crying on your couch. He had came to check on you when you didn’t come over for the routine movie night. Every Saturday, you, him, Suguru and Shoko got together at each other’s places for movie nights. Laughter, jokes, entertainment, talks, drinks and what not went on full night and the next day all of you were passed out on either couch or the floor.

Today everyone was coming over at Satoru’s place. Suguru and Shoko were already there but when it kept getting late, Satoru became worried about you. Shoko tried assuring him you were okay, just stuck in some work but he wouldn’t believe it. Because you were time punctual and never missed the movie nights.

So he came over to yours and opened your door with the spare key you’d given him only to find you curled up in your couch, crying.

He immediately rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you held onto him. He didn’t say anything but stayed there, holding you, feeling his heart break as you sobbed into his chest.

A few moments later, when he felt you relaxing a little, he took your face in his hands as he asked, “better?”

You just nodded as you snuggled into him. Neither of you two said anything, a comfortable silence, just sitting there on your couch, engulfing each other, enjoying each other’s company.

“Now tell me what happened?” he asked softly when your crying had quieted down, afraid you might break again.

“It’s nothing. I just- its too much. Work, studies, family, everything. I just got too overwhelmed and just couldn’t keep it in anymore. And I had nobody present here for me to tell me that its okay or listen about what I felt.” You said now realising what mess you had made and quite embarrassed that Satoru had to see you this vulnerable. “God this is embarrassing! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey look at me.” He said, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him when you didn’t. “Everyone in this world has a vulnerable side. Everyone on this planet has things which is maybe too much overwhelming for them that they might just break at any point. Just like you did. But don’t ever apologise for this. Because none of it is your fault. Okay? And I’m always here for you. Even if you’re far away, I’ll always be there. You’re not alone, okay?”

You just nodded and gave him the smile he adored so much. And without saying anything else, he wrapped both of his arms around you once again, letting you rest your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and hummed in content as you snuggled even closer to him if possible.

And as he looked down at the girl in his arms, he realised this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. He loved you. 

-

The third time he realised he loved you was after summer. He hadn’t talked or heard from you since 4 months.

You left without a goodbye or a message to god knows where. He'd tried searching for you but always ended up getting disappointed. Suguru and Shoko missed you too. They had helped him to find you too but to no avail. It was like you’d disappeared into thin air.

Satoru often wondered if you ever thought about him like he did, if you missed him like he did. He knew you were probably out there pursuing your dream career, which you'd always talked about and wanted to do, but a part of him wanted to be there with you. To support and cheer for you at every step you take, to give you advices, to have late night celebration for your achievements. Call him selfish and everything. Everyday that passed, he cursed himself for not telling you how he felt before you left. Would it have made any difference? He’d like to think so. Even if it didn’t, he, at least, wouldn’t have to live every single day thinking: “What if?”

He kept a picture of you in his office. He often looked at it whenever he was free, always wondering how you were doing, if you were okay or not. Suguru and Shoko always found this sight pitful. They had tried to get him to move on, but all of them knew that Satoru was so in love with you and you were special to all three of them and that nobody could ever take your place.

It wasn’t until six months later when you stumbled into the building, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. A part of you knew you didn’t have the right to be there because you left them with no warning. You wouldn’t blame them if they asked you to leave the premises the minute their eyes landed on you. You knew you deserved the cold shoulder. Because if they were the ones who did that to you, you knew you wouldn’t be so forgiving.

The receptionist had told you to wait while she checked if the three of them were free or not. As you waited, you smiled sadly at the memories of last six months. You had gone for higher studies, as your dad had promised, for your dream career. You knew you should’ve at least informed someone before you left but everything happened just so fast that one moment your dad had agreed on your consent and the next moment you were on the plane.

Surely you enjoyed the studies and training period there, Paris being busy in days and nights, but having really nice places to visit. You would always go to the Eiffel tower, watching the sunset, half expecting for Satoru to wrap his arm around your waist but whenever you turned your head you’d always met with empty space. Whenever you came home exhausted, you always expected Satoru to be there with dinner ready and him greeting you with a welcome home kiss.

That’s why you came back. To be in his arms. To be able to kiss him. To be able to call him yours. Because you’d realise that your life was nothing if Gojo Satoru wasn’t in it.

The receptionist told you to go upstairs at floor 5 but as you were about to click the lift button, you heard someone running on the stairs. You turned to look who it was and your eyes locked with a pair of blue ones which were close to home. He just looked at you and slowly stepped towards you as you did the same.

When you were both closer to each other, he brought his hand up, touching your cheeks delicately as if making sure you were real.

Satoru couldn’t believe it. When the receptionist called him and said that someone named Y/N L/N was here to meet him, he left all his works and ran downstairs. And now that he’d seen you, he was mesmerised and shocked. Shocked because you were really here and mesmerised because you looked even more beautiful than before. He touched your cheeks delicately, making sure you were really here and not another one of his hallucinations. And then without another thought he took you into his arms and held you tight and closer to him, now promising himself to never let you go. All the feelings he still had for you, tripled. His heart rumbled in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Even after all this time, he was still so in love with you.

“No need to tell me where you were. Because I already know.” You were tearing up as you finally felt complete in his arms and realised how much you loved him.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again.” He said as he was starting to tear up too. He loved you so much and the thought of being apart once again was killing him.

“I won’t. Ever again. I promise.”

-

It didn’t take long for Satoru to tell you how he felt after you came back. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. Every moment that he didn’t get to call you his, chipped his heart. Both Shoko and Suguru were growing tired of it, encouraging him to just say it because they were sure you felt the same. He tried to ignore them, not wanting to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would feel if you told him you loved him back.

You came over to Satoru’s for dinner that night, Suguru insisted that they all missed you too much to go out to a restaurant. After dinner and catching up with everyone, you and Satoru excused yourselves and walked out in the garden. His hands were in his pockets, unable to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time. He’s been practicing what to say to you since years and yet, he still felt unprepared.

You were walking silently beside him, taking in the silence and calmness of the life you’re living now. You no longer had to worry about anything, just the day to day necessities, and your feelings for Satoru. Subconsciously, you intertwined your fingers with his snuggling up to his side for some warmth.

He froze for a moment. This is it, he thought, this is the perfect moment. So before he lost his confidence, he spoke, “Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes, Toru?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. “What is it?”

There it was. He missed it. He missed the way you called him ‘Toru’. And now finally hearing it from you made his heart skip many beats.

He held you in your place, stopping in the middle of a field of flowers. The moon illuminated one side of your face, showing off your perfect features. Satoru smiled, reaching over to caress your cheekbone. With tears in his eyes, he said, “I love you.”

You gasped softly, looking up at him, “What?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” Satoru sighed, connecting his forehead with yours. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a breathy laugh, “I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

You slowly brought your hand to his face and cupped his cheek as he melted in your touch. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was afraid of what you'd say. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and lose you. I just thought that maybe if you didn't love me like that, I'd still have you. Even if it's just as your best friend."

"Then why now?" you asked, you voice getting even quieter. He kissed the palm of your hand as he met your eyes.

"Because after all those years of crushing on you, all those months of not being able to see you or be in your arms, made me realise how much in love I was with you. All those six months, you consumed all of my thoughts, your laughter was all I could hear in my silent nights, your smile was all I could see everywhere I went. And not being able to tell you how much I loved you was killing me." He finished, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes.

You didn't know when your eyes started tearing up. All you knew was how much you loved him at this moment. Him confessing all his feelings for you, so vulnerably. It made you realise how much you just wanted to hold him and never let him go.

So you said, "I'm in love with you too, Satoru."

At first he thought his ears were playing tricks on him. You loved him back? His eyes shot open, pulling away from you as he stared at you in disbelief. “Y-you love me?”

"Yes, you idiot." You chuckled through your tears, pulling him closer. Your lips ghosted over his, causing him to shiver. "I've been in love with you for a really long time as well."

"I'm really an idiot, aren't I?" he said, laughing a little.

"Yes, you are. But you're my idiot."

And with that, he kissed you. All those years where he hid his feelings came pouring out in this one kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his like there was any more space between the two of you to close. Your arms looped around his neck, his one hand snaked down to your waist to steady you while one still remained on your cheek. He kissed you, pouring in all his regrets, mistakes, apprehensions, into his love, no longer wanting to pass up an opportunity to love you for the rest of his life.

And when he pulled back for air, he had the biggest smile on his face. "I'm the luckiest man on this earth." You pecked him again as you gave him your biggest grin.

On your way back home, you could feel it, you could hear it in the silence, you could see it with the lights out in the garden. It lingered between you two, suffocating you but it was the best feeling ever. Gojo Satoru is in love with you. You are in love.

do yk any good suguru fanfics where reader is a non sorcerer? I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SOME FOR SOOO LONG

I WISH 💔 theyre nonexistent apparently

Might have to start writing but for now im still gonna search.

pls ppl if you see this and know of any… share!!! We’re desperate 🙏🙏

https://www.tumblr.com/seravphs/721840261715607552/getou-suguru-x-fem-reader-sometimes

here’s another <3

ILYYY 💗

Hope the rest of your life is amazing

Begging once again for jjk fanfics

Does anyone know any fics where reader is a curse? Idk just feel like the idea would be interesting…

Need fics of gojo n reader goin at it in the prison realm RIGHT NOWWWW

boyfriend!satoru and boyfriend!suguru when their gf is sick 🤒

“come on baby you’ve been asleep for ages,” suguru calls down the corridor towards your shared room. he makes his way over to your sleeping form smiling at the little lump you had become under the pile of blankets.

“hi princess-“ he stopped his petting of your head when he made contact with your forehead, the heat permeating from your skin immediately drawing his attention.

“oh no baby you’ve got a temperature.”

you weren’t understanding anything he was saying, he almost looked like a ball of colour to your disassociating yourself.

“mmmf”

“i know baby, i know. satoru! satoru come here. gimme a second princess.”

“mmf”

“hello what am i missing out on?”

“go and get me pain killers and a cold towel, oh and an orange and a bottle of water.”

“why what’s happening oh my god what is happening?”

“satoru stop it she’s fine it’s just a temper-“

“A TEMPERATURE? i’m sure hospitals have stuff for that?”

“satoru. get the stuff i asked for please.”

you barely registered the blankets being stripped off of your body until you felt a slight breeze on your torso.

“noo no cold please.”

“baby i’m sorry, you have to regulate your body temperature okay?

then he was lifting your head and adding extra pillows under your neck.

“sugu i don’t feel good :( “ you said in your tiny little voice. just barely a whisper but he heard you all the same.

“i know baby, it hurts doesn’t it?” he was practically petting you between your brows like one would do to a kitten.

“you’ll be better in no time hmm? we can sit and watch movies and then when you’re feeling a bit better i’ll make you some nice warm food yeah?”

and before you could reply there was a loud bang at the door signaling your other boyfriend’s arrival.

“where’s the casualty!”

“satoru not so loud, what’s all that?”

you turned your head towards your white haired partner and took in his arms, full to the brim with nearly everything from your kitchen cabinets.

he had every fruit from the fruit bowl, three flavors of juice, 5 types of painkiller, 2 couch cushions, what looked like four bath towels? and even some chocolate bars. he dropped it all dramatically as he climbed next to you on the bed.

“oh my god baby we’re gonna overcome this don’t worry. aw look at you.”

and his hands were pawing at your sweaty hair and back.

“satoru she’s okay don’t worry, a temperature isn’t anything to be worried about.”

“we should take all the necessary precautions.”

“do you know what the necessary precautions are?”

he stared blankly before kissing you all over your cheeks and eyelids. suguru couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyfriends actions, he knew satoru was only trying to lighten your mood with his silly antics. suguru took a dampened towel and started to gently wipe your back with it as satoru stroked your hair and whispered words of love to you.

“baby you want us to run you a bath?”

“yes please.”

with the amount of love in this very room you were bound to recover in no time.

a/n : hope u guys like them as much as I do 🧸

IRREDEEMABLE

( geto × reader 18+)

"What would it even mean if I agreed to fuck you tonight?" Geto raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not sure, that gojo is jealous?" I replied with a devious smile.

"Fine". He mumbled something that sounded like You've got no fkn idea I want this, do you? but I doubt it was.

Denying me to grasp the details, he pushed on to me, holding me by my waist. I could feel his cold fingers on my skin when he pulled up the white shirt I was wearing. That was his first touch on me and for some reason he is trying to take it in, closing his eyes, struggling about something. Is he trying to hold back something?

His face is now buried on my neck slowly raising his head to my neck close to my ear, and I can feel his breathing turn intense. Or was he sniffing me? The moment I felt him resigned, I held his face in my palm. Geto refused to make eye contact. But I wasn't going to let go of this opportunity to ignite something in my casual 'situationship' who also turns out to be a fuckboy and geto's best friend.

I want this geto, fuck me, please.

His eyebrows heavily struggled to what I said and whatever he was holding back has now arrived from his insides to his teeth because he was grinding them so hard before he crashed his lips on mine with outrageous hunger. His lips felt cold and soft at first but I have no clue when it turned to be this hot, all I can feel is the heat in our mouths, in the moving of his hands, to my upper body. Wait, he stops.

He is now looking at me, waiting for a sign. Oh geto, I couldn't be more clearer, I smile and nod. A flash of desire and happiness twinkled in his eyes, like a kid promised his favourite candy. Well, candy.

He pulls up my shirt, surprised, with a swift movement in his throat, wait did he gulp?

He then grabbed me into him, gazed at me, savoured everything with his mere stare. Parted his lips, left a heavy breathe free, and almost whispered a fuck yearningly.

My shirt is now not even near the perimeter I'm in, I'm wearing my black bra, oh wait I'm not because it's now on the floor with a swift motion of Geto's hands. He can't take his eyes away from my breasts, my body, the way it's rising and falling under his surveillance. He furiously falls on my neck making his way to my breast, sucking them like it meant more than anything in this world, like he was starving before devouring me like this. He entrailed his lips all over my upper body by now. I could only surprisingly whimper at his immediate passion while I grabbed his hair in my hands, the falling strands of his hair only made his desperate and animal like stare make me wet down there crazily.

His eyes darted down to my panties and in the daze I was in I started mumbling the unspeakable. I might have started begging him to fill me up because he couldn't stop grunting fuck at the way I behaved.

He practically ripped the panties I was wearing and opened his mouth wide at it. He was anything but gentle when he crashed into my insides with his mouth. His duality was confusing because one moment he was kissing my folds and the next eating me like he hadn't encountered the concept of food, because I seemed like the only delicious thing he got to eat. My insides shrunk and churned making me lose it when his mouth grabbed my clit and never let it go, he took his time sucking on my clit and fingering my squelching pussy.

The surroundings melted down into something amorphous or my eyes lost its vision, because the pleasure in all of this wouldn't let me stay sane. I had to beg him to fuck me because this was it, any longer and i would die consuming this indescribable emotion. He smirked with the mouth that erupted a volcano in my body, and I let him tease me. Within a second the smirk turned into something unreadable, to do something irredeemable. He opened the buckle of his pants, pushed them down which immediately send a shiver in my body.

He bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief staring at me. His hair strands now sticks to the sweaty temple of his and he never looked more amusing to me than now I think. Something has ignited, which for a moment made me forget why I did this in the first place. And all I could think was him fucking me senseless.

Part 2 - IRREDEEMABLE

Last night was...

I have officially backspaced this sentence more than 50 times. Iam not this person, I wouldn't fall for someone after sleeping with them, I knew I left that phase in school. I think. But how could he, Geto, someone I only considered as a mere friend make me feel these things?

The way he had sex, the passion and legitimacy of it, it all bounced through my head so that when Mr. Casual called, I didn't pay attention.

I didn't pay attention when Gojo, the busy six eyes who never calls, called me five times by noon, which was so not him.

My mind constantly hurried to the sweaty crooks of Geto's shoulders, the chest that was glued to mine, the daze I was in when he moaned my name and I his. The way he cursed and cursed when I couldn't stop whimpering. And when it was all over the way he brought my sweaty and frail body close to his, held me in his arms and let his fingers travel through my hair, with a blurry face that looked like it adored me, pined for me?

I'm not sure, but it all seemed so surreal and movie like. The montages they show when people are in love, the things we did yesterday felt remotely similar to those.

But i had to get my act together, and act like nothing happened. I had to maintain my reputation of someone who didnt care. And when I packed my bags and went to school the next day i couldn't believe the way things had turned out.