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Of Angels and Curses

Synopsis - In a world where Angels and Curses are locked in a never ending war, an unsuspecting seraph becomes entangled with the very thing she is fated to eradicate.

Pairings - Curse!Toji Fushiguro x f!Angel!Reader. Curse!Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Angel!Satoru Gojo x Reader.

Warnings - Descriptions of violence and injuries, eventual smut.

A/N: Aaand he’s here!!!! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, spread the love and feels, enjoy the chapter! <3 Ko-Fi.

Next Part - Chapter 5

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Chapter 4

In the stillness of the dead of night, she felt it. An aura that somehow cast a veil of darkness so profound that it deepened the already foreboding sky of Hell. It was a spine-tingling symphony, a waltz of electricity, setting her heart pulsating with tantalizing anticipation. Unfolding in hues of emerald and midnight, it crept towards her, fueled by desire and urgency.

He’s here.

Y/N could feel him acutely, a phantom presence that transcended the actual physical distance between them. In the hushed serenity of her room, she sensed his approach to her – for her. Was she to be gathered and taken to his kingdom like a cherished flower? Or was she to be claimed and ripped away from Geto like a debt owed? It was as if she was a coveted prize rightfully won for eternally silencing the very thunder and might of the Angels.

Only a few hours had passed since her conversation with her brother, and she had only experienced bouts of fitful sleep amidst the pulsating back pain. So she had been awake well before she heard the door creak open and the light pitter-patter of footsteps approaching her bed. A hand placed itself on her shoulder, softly shaking it, and Y/N opened her eyes to look at who had disturbed her.

“Apologies for waking you,” a young girl with dark brown hair whispered softly. Another, her twin, with caramel hair, stood silently behind her. “Your presence is required, and we have been instructed to dress you.”

She knew these girls; she had seen them in Heaven not two moons ago. They were Geto’s young protégés, taken under his wing after their parents had died: Nanako and Mimiko. They must have chosen to follow him on his mission to rain hellfire upon Heaven. Y/N nodded her head, slowly rising from the bed, the sheets rustling as she moved. The twins hurried over, their arms hovering around her to support her while she found her footing. Despite the fiery pain in her back, she managed to stand, albeit shakily. Nanako swiftly moved over to the deep wooden wardrobe opposite the bed, and retrieved a black yukata from within it. Together, the twins donned the garment on her, and tied a simple white sash belt around her waist to complete the ensemble. Guided to the vanity table, Y/N settled onto the small wooden stool before the extravagant mirror, allowing the girls to brush and smooth her hair into a style reminiscent of Geto’s.

Indeed, she almost laughed at how similarly dressed she was to her brother. Had the twins done so intentionally of their own accord, or perhaps they had been ordered to? It was a powerful statement regardless; as if her and Geto were bound together by blood woven into the same familial tapestry, boldly asserting that she wouldn’t be so easily surrendered to him - to Toji. The twins seemed unperturbed by the charged atmosphere; Nanako looked almost irritated, while Mimiko displayed no particular emotion on her face.

Impatience.

“Mimiko, where is Suguru?” Y/N asked, hastily rising from the stool, spurred on by his emotions coursing through the bond, while the girls hovered close by her as she took urgent steps outside the bedroom.

Mimiko raised her eyebrows, perhaps surprised that Y/N even remembered her name, “He’s waiting for you in the throne room. We’ll take you there.”

The trio walked wordlessly down the seemingly endless corridors of Geto’s halls. The walls were made of dark stone, adorned with grand paintings depicting portraits, landscapes, and great battles fought both in Hell and on Earth. Memories of Gojo’s tower came to mind, but where his abode was pristine and crisp, Geto’s palace reflected his new enigmatic and frosty personality. Windows lined the top of the walls, yet no light shone through them, and Y/N doubted any ever had before. Perhaps no light could penetrate this deep into the Earth. How then, were they able to detect the passing of time? Did the residents of Hell simply yield to their passing whims, indulging in eating and sleeping whenever they felt like it?

She didn’t dislike that thought, it was almost liberating.

His aura intensified the longer they walked, and Y/N knew they must be approaching the throne room. She swallowed a thick lump in her throat, the gravity of impending events settling deep in her stomach. Her scar seemed sinister, a damning signature of Toji’s ownership; physical evidence that would be hard to deny his claim. After enduring her seemingly impending death in Mahito’s prison, she was going to face him again. Could he feel everything she experienced during her imprisonment? The air thickened in anticipation as Nanako opened the doors to the throne room, and they all stepped forward.

Y/N eyes immediately locked on to him.

The tension was palpable, charged with both peril and allure as they faced each other. His deep green eyes bore into her, dangerously enticing, moulding a direct connection between them that cut through the space separating them. His whole essence exuded power; his burly build commanded attention as he stood a considerable distance from Geto’s throne. His midnight hair was tousled, framing the contours of his jawline, and she couldn’t help but notice the scar gracing the corner of his lips; as deep and violent as he was. She was magnetized, her soul yearned for her body to be close to him, and yet she stayed put. The twins placed her to stand a step below the throne where her brother sat pensively, then quickly scuttled out of the room. The atmosphere seemed to have finally provoked a reaction from them, and perhaps they were wise to run from the scene.

Toji’s eyes hardened as he took her in, his jaw tightening, and his thick forearms flexed with barely restrained fury. A peculiar, worm-like Curse coiled around his build like a snake, reacting to the movement of its master. Y/N looked down, unable to bear the anger in his gaze, while Geto shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Bring him here,” Toji commanded lowly, prompting her to look up sharply at the sound of his voice.

He sounded like the rumbling of a distant thunderstorm; Y/N thought she could listen to him forever.

Geto nodded and waved his hand at an unseen servant lurking in the shadows behind the throne. Within seconds, a flaming portal materialized in the center of the room, and a disheveled Mahito tumbled through as if he had been forcefully shoved. He fell to the ground, undignified and pathetic, yet his eyes gleamed with all the madness of a cornered animal about to strike.

Rage.

A black flash tore through the air.

Toji reacted instantaneously, a violent burst of movement as he closed the distance between him and his prey with supernatural swiftness. He struck Mahito in a symphony of uncontrolled chaos, the ferocity of his brutal blows leaving no room for even an ounce of mercy. The air crackled as the tension broke through the whirlwind of Toji’s relentless attack, and Y/N felt an unsettling, sick sense of satisfaction, entranced by the visceral ballet of vengeance unfolding before her. Every strike echoed not only physically but also emotionally, as her kidnapper and Nanami’s killer finally faced his punishment. It was thrilling to even think that Toji was driven to such a profound level of violence just for her.

How much had she had changed since descending into Hell? Y/N found herself actually wishing pain upon a living soul – even one as black as Mahito’s – and it was a startling realization.

“You’re. A. Fucking. Child. You don’t know. What. The word. NO. Means,” Toji hissed between blows, his fury punctuating each word as he struck right into Mahito’s throat, robbing the Curse of any possibility of a reply.

His onslaught ceased as abruptly as it had begun, leaving the air heavy with the remnants of violence. Toji stood over the broken form of Mahito, his broad chest heaving; displaying a calmness that starkly contrasted against his previous fury. An uneasy stillness seeped back into the room, and Geto leaned forward on his throne, meeting Toji’s expectant gaze.

“What exactly did you have planned for this one?” Toji inquired, his voice now resonating like a loud thunderclap.

“I thought I would leave that decision to you, given the circumstances,” Geto replied carefully, his words deliberately measured.

Her brother appeared uncharacteristically reserved, walking on eggshells, carefully considering every word and movement in the presence of the superior king.

“Smart, but the question still remains of what to do with him,” Toji hummed, giving Mahito’s crumpled body a pointed kick. The Curse made no sound, lying there almost lifeless, yet his eyes and mouth were wide open, staring at Toji in shock.

“You can kill him if you wish, I have no objection,” Geto suggested.

He chuckled darkly and raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with her brother, “I don’t need your permission or approval. Do you need another reminder of your place here?”

Geto said nothing, and Toji’s threat settled heavily in Y/N’s chest. What sort of torment had he inflicted on her brother? Moreover, what had Geto done to warrant it?

“I can’t kill him, the others would ask too many questions,” Toji muttered, crossing his arms. “I assume you haven’t told anyone else about… this situation.”

“As far as everyone is aware, you are hunting Satoru Gojo’s wife to eliminate her and his possible spawn. Nobody is aware of Mahito’s involvement in all of this… or your bond with my sister,” Geto replied smoothly.

Toji’s eyebrows raised once more, and he smirked, “Sister, huh? What a happy family reunion.”

His forest green eyes swept over Y/N again, and she sucked in a breath as she felt her body sway under his intense gaze. Their connection snapped into focus again, and she could sense all the churning emotions within his soul swirling like a stormy sea. It was so curious how he somehow managed to maintain his cool and collected exterior, while she was crippled and barely able to speak. Geto cleared his throat, visibly irked, abruptly interrupting their moment. Toji’s eyes flicked over to her brother, annoyance flickering in his irises, and his anger rose steadily like a wave building momentum to crash onto the shore. She tensed, fists clenching, readying herself to bear witness to another episode of violence between him and Geto. Yet, she refused to stand by idly and watch; Y/N would defend her brother just as he had defended her. He had saved her life more than once, and she was worth less than nothing if she didn’t attempt to do the same. Of course Toji noticed her shift in energy, his eyes flashing as he let out an exaggerated sigh, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Effort… dwindling anger.

“Mahito is to remain in prison for the rest of his days,” Toji gritted, eyes opening again to glare at Geto. “You say to the others that he deliberately hid her from me, despite knowing about the bounty, and this is his punishment. Is that clear?”

“Agreed,” Geto said, waving his hand once more. The same fiery portal appeared once more, sucking Mahito’s battered body back through it and zapping closed.

It was deathly silent now, and the pair watched and waited for Toji to continue his demands, the gears in his head turning as he deliberated.

“As for your sister, well… I have no cause to kill her. She is not pregnant with the Six Eyes’ child, and has obviously become one of us now. That’s what you and I will say if any of the others ask about her,” he continued.

Toji stalked towards the throne, his steps deliberate and menacing, until he stood a mere foot away from Y/N. He towered over her, staring deep into her eyes. Geto stood up abruptly, clearly unhappy with his proximity. What exactly he planned on doing she didn’t know, but her soulmate ignored her brother this time.

“Hey you, what’s your name?” Toji demanded, voice deep and haunting, lingering like smoke, as he addressed her directly for the first time.

“Y/N,” she whispered.

He licked his lips, savoring her name like a sweet, and a jolt of energy rushed through her as he hummed, “Do you want me dead, Y/N? For killing your husband.”

Oh, how she loved the sound of her name on his lips; it was divine. She could listen to him forever.

“He wasn’t my husband.”

Interest… relief.

Toji smirked, head tilting to the side as he continued. “I corrupted you, little angel. My sinful soul is bound to you now, and you’ve been cast out of Heaven because of me. Are you sure you don’t want to kill me anyways?”

Her heart hammered as he took a step closer, and she thought he might just reach out and touch her. Toji had figured out the reason for her becoming a curse quicker than she thought, but it wasn’t the only reason. Geto’s energy shifted dangerously, Y/N could feel his power gathering; dark shadows gathering beneath his feet like a serpent ready to strike if Toji took so much as another inch forward – who wasn’t fazed in the slightest. He stood taller than them all; a storm that wouldn’t be deterred from its course. She knew if he wanted to take her away by force, he absolutely could.

“No,” she finally said.

“Hmm, good. In that case, I think it best we have a little arrangement, you and I,” Toji said, finally turning his head up to acknowledge Geto.

“Such as?” Her brother asked, suspicion lacing his words, as his eyes narrowed, his power subsiding just a fraction.

“Consider us allies from here on out. I will not attack you, nor you me, although I doubt you even have the strength to attempt that. So long as Y/N remains here with you, she is not to ascend to Earth for any reason, and in return I expect that your doors are always open for me.”

Toji continued, his words reverberating throughout the room like thunder. “Us three in this room will not speak a word to anyone else of Y/N’s bond with me. You have enough enemies as it is Geto, and my old family aren’t exactly fond of me either. They all don’t need much excuse to kill a Fallen, you know.”

“You may be sending us both to war with this secret alliance,” Geto said. “The others will not appreciate an agreement like this. We are far too powerful united.”

Toji snorted. “We are by no means united, but let them try. If you both keep it together, nobody will figure it out.”

It was silent, and Y/N looked up at her brother, who met her gaze. She could discern any hint on his face as to what he would decide, but was it really a choice? If he said no, what would Toji do? Would it be considered war if he denied another King? In a way, it was just as when Gojo had proposed; only offering an illusion of choice.

“Well?” He huffed impatiently. “Do you agree?”

“Agreed,” Geto gritted, his jaw stiff.

Toji smirked, and looked down at her once more.

“Well then little angel, I’m assuming you would like to stay and catch up with your brother. I’m sure there’s so much you still have to talk about,” he mocked, sly and cruel, his scar stretching as he spoke down to her.

Y/N could only nod, his proximity both exhilarating and debilitating, but she was surprised. Toji had given her a choice, like a fleeting and fragile bloom that lingered just within her grasp. Geto had made it seem Toji would come plundering through his halls to whisk her away, dragging her deeper into his layer of Hell and all his sins. Y/N loathed herself in that moment, her injuries left her incapable of defending herself, and her grief silenced her from speaking up for herself. She was just a pawn in a chess game between monsters and gods; completely out of her depth, like a lost child, not much better than Mahito condemned in prison. Her back started to throb painfully, perhaps because she had been standing too long, or perhaps her self-depreciation had reminded her of the pain that had been there all along. Toji cocked his head at her, his eyes flashing, questioning her without words.

… apologetic?

“I suppose it’s getting late,” he yawned widely, fake and exaggerated. “Take care of yourselves and stay out of trouble, yeah?”

Toji snapped his fingers, and a flaming portal opened up behind him with a thunderous roar. He strode towards it, his back turned to them, the worm slithering menacingly around his arms in loops. Suddenly, he stopped just before the portal, his presence casting a looming and ominous shadow over the room.

And then, he was gone.

-•-

Soon, Y/N discovered, was entirely subjective to Toji’s passing whims.

Two months had dragged by since she, and even Geto for that matter, had seen her Curse in the flesh. Every morning, her heart leaped and mind raced, wondering whether that day would be the day she saw him again. But it never happened, and her brother thought it strange too, considering how fast Toji had arrived when he found out where she was. She couldn’t feel any of his emotions through their bond; perhaps it only sparked to life like a wildfire when they were about to stand face to face. Still, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling a piece of his puzzle had slotted comfortably into her being – a constant and comforting presence that she yearned for, but remained in the background just out of reach.

Despite Toji’s absence, Y/N threw herself wholeheartedly into her recovery process, taking it one day at a time. Her wounds had healed over nicely, leaving two large scars resembling whip lashes on her back where her wings had once been. Though they twinged from time to time, she was no longer crippled, and that was what mattered most. Geto had even resumed sparring with her, trying to help strengthen her muscles and body again, which stirred deep memories with her of her old life.

“You and Nanami fight exactly the same way, and you don’t even use anything I taught you,” he had commented under his breath, as he easily dodged Y/N, preventing her from landing a critical blow.

“That’s not a bad thing,” she huffed, irritated that she had not managed to land a hit on her brother yet. She was still too stiff and wildly unbalanced, partly due to the missing weight of her wings. However, she found she was far more agile than she was before – if only she could control it.

“Hah, you’re like a baby learning to walk,” he snorted, as she fell over quite hard into the dirt, having overestimated how far up into the air she could leap.

She glared at him hard, wiping the sweaty grime from her forehead. “It makes no sense. How can I jump higher without wings?”

“It’s a blessing about becoming a Curse,” Geto smirked, holding a hand out to help her up. “I like to think it was done to help us fight Angels flying in the sky, although most of us learn how to fly without wings with cursed energy.”

“I know that already, but why can’t I control it?” Y/N snapped as Geto hauled her up. She wasn’t really angry; it was more annoyance of her own failings, and her brother’s perfection: his perfect robes, his perfect hair with not a single strand out of place, and his perfectly annoying ability to excel at everything.

Geto laughed gently, “You will sweet sister, one step at a time. Now… let’s try again.”

And such was the routine most days. The mornings and afternoons were spent with sparring, while the evenings were dedicated to swimming in a large, deep pool underneath the palace. It was connected to different rooms within the palace, like her bedroom and Geto’s room, via secret passageways carved into the foundations of the mountain where her brother’s abode was built. It led to the center of the mountain, where there was a large pool, and another small, narrow passage that led directly out of the mountain. Y/N enjoyed it; the water was warm, perhaps even scalding, but her body had well adjusted to the heat of Hell. It was also secluded, which she greatly appreciated, allowing the pair to swim without any other Curses overlooking them.

It was during these evenings that Geto taught her the politics and ways of life of her new world, and it was not long after Toji’s visit that Y/N had asked him about the threat against him.

“In Hell,” Geto began, a dark look ghosting his face like a fog. “If you challenge a King to a fight to the death and they lose, you have every right to take their place. And that’s what happened. I won against the previous King – Kashimo Hajime.”

Kashimo had commanded the very lightning of storm clouds; Y/N had seen his portraits still proudly hanging in the hallways of the palace. With hair as vibrant as a cyan sea and eyes to match, he looked every bit as crazed and untamable as the power he wielded; a force of nature confined to a Cursed form. Their battle would have been a sight to behold, a spectacle beyond compare.

“You challenged him when you first turned?” Y/N asked, surprised, her eyebrows raised as her arms rested against the edge of the pool while Geto sat with his legs in the water.

He shook his head. “No, he tried to kill me. I killed him first.”

“Why’d he want to kill you?”

Geto kicked his legs in the water, splashing her from the side. “How do I put this? Not all Curses here seem to think beings like us are equal to them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that true-born Curses do not deem Fallen Angels to be proper Curses. They think we are inferior to them, and they do not trust us or respect us because we were born in Heaven.”

“So… he tried to kill you for being an Angel? But you chose to fall, and other Fallen Angels are no different to true-born Curses energy, they’re all the same.”

“I know that sister, but how can you try and explain prejudice? Because that’s what it is, and that is the way Hell is. There are more true-born Curses nowadays than Fallen than in the olden days of Sukuna.”

Y/N was perplexed. “Well, what about Sukuna then?”

“What about him?” Geto asked, using his arms to push himself off the ledge and propel himself into the pool. His broad strokes cut through the water, and he leaned his head back as he swam, soaking his silken hair.

“He is a Fallen, or have they all forgotten?”

“They conveniently forget, I suppose. Sukuna’s power as a Curse is so great to the point that one forgets who he ever was before. It simply doesn’t register that he is anything other than a Curse. He was the original Curse, from where they were all born, even if his origin wasn’t a true-born.”

They were silent for a while, and Y/N did a few more laps of the pool before taking a break and swimming back towards Geto.

“So Hajime tried to kill you for being a Fallen?” she asked, bringing the conversation back around.

“Not exactly,” Geto said, letting her hang from him behind from him in the water, her arms draped over his shoulders like a cloak. “He claimed he didn’t like my plans for the war against Heaven, but I think he undermined in front of the others, so he tried to kill me to teach a lesson to other Fallen about what happens when they try to lead.”

“That obviously didn’t work,” Y/N remarked quietly, leaning her chin on his shoulder.

“No… no it didn’t.”

“So, how did you manage to anger another King of Hell during your first month here? Idiot.”

“Hmm, I admit after killing Hajime that I became a little… cocky. I challenged Toji for the rule of the Second Layer, my reasoning being that it would be easier to wage my war if I had two of the most powerful armies behind my back. I’d acquired power rather quickly, I wanted more, and I suppose it got to my head.”

Geto grimaced, and looked down at the giant ragged scar that reached all the way from his torso to his chest. “This is the result of my said idiocy.”

We’re both marked forever by his brutality.

“Why he let me live, I don’t know,” Geto continued, gently shaking her off his shoulders and exiting the pool. “Maybe you can ask him the next time you have a chat.”

Her stomach churned and bubbled with nerves at the thought of meeting Toji again, but she said nothing.

“Is he… a Fallen?” Y/N asked uncertainly, apprehension in her voice. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

“True-born, traditionally procreated between Curses,” Geto replied smoothly, squeezing the water from his hair. “He belongs to the Zenin Clan of the Fifth Layer, where his cousin Naoya is King. Toji left the clan hundreds of years ago; I think it had something to do with his lack of cursed energy. He changed his last name to Fushiguro some time after that.”

“I see.”

Geto motioned with his hand for her to come over. “Come, let’s go and eat. I’ll tell you more about the rest of the Kings.”

Her brother was true to his word. As they ate later that evening, he told her everything he knew about them all. Sukuna himself had never ascended to Earth since the day he fell from Heaven, keeping much to his own kingdom – the Malevolent Shrine was his palace where he was almost a recluse. He apparently only bothered with Curse business within Hell, and even then he rarely emerged. Whenever the Kings of Hell decided to meet all together, Sukuna himself never came – instead sending his representative Uraume to watch, listen, and report back to him. What he did with that information, nobody knew, for there never was a reaction or repercussion.

The Fourth Layer King was called Jogo, a cruel and ill-tempered Curse that seemed to be born from the very volcanic mountains that spewed the Earth in ash and malice. Him and his retinue were the most mistrustful and hateful of her brother, turning up their noses to him as if they smelled something foul. Geto guessed they would be the first to declare open enmity toward him if it ever came down to it. Meanwhile, Naoya Zenin was a smug and pretentious bastard, according to Geto, who spread venom and lies with his honeyed words. The Zenin’s had ruled the Fifth Layer for nearly as long as Sukuna had been a Curse, and their prejudice was by far the worst, especially against those they deemed lesser than themselves.

Choso Kamo was King of the Sixth Layer, and Geto didn’t seem to know much about him. However, he was the first instance of the product between a Curse and Angel procreating together. Therefore, he had received much abuse from the other Kings before Geto had arrived – who was now the new target of their malice, but his strength as King kept them from overstepping thus far. He ruled both the Sixth and Seventh Layer; the latter not really a kingdom, more so a breeding ground for Curses to be conceived and born. It was Choso’s duty to root through the dirt and find gold, and more often than not his prodigies were taken away by other Kings to join their armies instead of his. Y/N couldn’t help but pity him, wondering what became of his parents, for she’d never heard of his story before.

Until it happened to her, Y/N never even thought a Curse and Angel could become soulmates.

-•-

Y/N pushed open the door to her bedroom, her fingers absentmindedly twirling her freshly washed and smoothed hair. Another thing she couldn’t get used to in her new life was the twins. Nanako and Mimiko waited on her, helped her bathe and dress every morning and night, and changed her bandages whenever her wounds were more severe. They helped her to navigate Geto’s palace, a blessing; the amount of times Y/N got lost was too numerous to count, and the twins had somehow known where she was every time. From what she could tell, the twins seemed to like her well enough, though perhaps that was only due to her relationship with Geto, whom they adored. Which was fair enough – trust and respect had to be earned. But she couldn’t help but feel they all shared the same battle of being Fallen amidst true-born Curses, and therefore she felt some kinship to them already.

Y/N hadn’t faced open disdain from any of the other Curses in her brother’s court. Perhaps some hesitant and suspicious looks, but nobody really went out of their way to speak to her. However, they weren’t entirely opposed if she came up to them with a question – mainly about her brothers whereabouts, or about the identities of the faces in the portraits on the wall. It was strange; she hadn’t considered the possibility of prejudice until Geto had mentioned it, and now it weighed heavily on her mind. Y/N felt she had to tread even more carefully to avoid inadvertently causing offense; her brother had already risked enough to save her life and keep her hidden.

She shut the door behind her, and clicked the lock shut for the night. Her eyes had somehow sharpened over the past two months, and she could now discern the slight darkening of the sky, signaling night had fallen on Heaven and Earth. It helped to structure a rough routine for a time to sleep. The twins had changed her bedsheets for her, opting for a deep mauve color instead of bla–

Y/N froze.

Her balcony door was swung wide open, definitely not as she or the twins would have left it.

She cautiously approached the door, her senses on high alert. Had someone managed to breach through all of Geto’s defenses and entered her room? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and her mind raced with terrifying possibilities. Had the real reason she was in Hell become public knowledge, prompting an assassin to come and kill her? She lightly stepped just before the doorframe, peaking out onto the balcony.

Toji stood leaning casually against the bronze railing of the balcony, an air of nonchalance about him as he gazed out into the dark expanse beyond the mountain.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N exclaimed, apprehension and relief flooding her, her paranoia crashing down like a waterfall. His presence was equal parts alarming and comforting.

He turned to look at her, shrugging casually. “Just passing through,” he replied cryptically.

His gaze lingered on her longer than necessary, and she shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

“Does my brother know you’re here?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as if he was going to burst through her bedroom at any moment.

“Probably not,” Toji smirked, turning his body completely towards her, his green eyes gleaming. “I did say I would be paying you a visit, didn’t I?”

“Yes, it’s just… been a while.”

“I’ve been busy, little angel. Hell doesn’t run itself you know? I would have come sooner if I could.”

Y/N studied him for a moment, trying to detect any deception or malice in his expression or through the bond, but could discern nothing but familiarity and a strange sense of intrigue. However, here was her chance; now that she was stronger and more resilient, she wouldn’t let him dictate the course of this situation any longer.

“Well, whatever it is you want, next time don’t surprise me here. These are my private quarters,” she said, injecting irritation into her voice, a spark of bravery edging her on.

Respect.

Toji raised an eyebrow at her, clearly not expecting her to respond that way. “My apologies. Next time, I’ll make a formal announcement and wait for you in the throne room where everyone can see us together.”

It was silent for a moment, a little bit of tension seeped through the air with his sarcastic response. He cleared his throat, leaned his arms behind him, and tightly gripped the rails.

“Well, I hope Hell has been up to your standards. I know it’s probably not as nice as to what you’re used to,” he said bluntly, an underlying tone of nervousness in his words that satisfied her.

“It’s… different,” she said, not really sure what else to say and not wanting to cause offense. “But I’m content, if that’s what you really want to know.”

“Hmm, I’ll bet. Your brother being good to you, yeah?” He pressed, his arms rocking him back and forth against the rail.

“Always.”

“Good good. I’m glad. You both staying out of trouble?”

“Is that why you’re here? To see if I’m behaving?”

“Sure, why not?”

This side of Toji was a stark difference to when he was in front of Geto in the grandeur of the throne room. Now, in the quiet and suddenly intimate setting of her balcony, he was almost… softened. Did he not feel the need to flaunt his power in front of her? His apprehension was surprising, but Y/N felt almost empowered by this unguarded side of him. It gave her a newfound sense of control she didn’t have before, and she was growing into her new world, like a fragile blossom emerging from the soil trying to reach for the sun.

“You seem… much better than before,” he said slowly, gruffly, snapping her out of her train of thought. “Stronger.”

“Yeah, I’m managing,” she admitted. “All my wounds have nearly fully healed. Geto has started training me again, it’s been good for me.”

Toji smirked at her, “Good to hear, you ever beat him?”

She smiled, a real one, and his green eyes sparkled at the sight of it. “Not yet.”

More.

“Hmm, maybe I can teach you my way to fight,” he suggested, a playful tone lacing his words.

“Maybe,” Y/N mused, walking slowly towards the railing and leaning against it, still keeping some distance between them.

She felt Toji looking at her with interest, making her face burn, and he turned around to lean against the railing once again. ““Humor me on this, though. How did you actually fight properly with wings? I mean, surely they’re just in the way.”

“Not really, I just did I suppose. The same way you can tell when night falls in Hell, even though it’s always dark.”

They stood together in silence, the warm night air carrying the distant sound of the city below the mountain. Toji wasn’t here to stir trouble, Y/N finally decided, as her earlier apprehension melted away. There was no hint of anger from him; instead he seemed almost… relaxed.

“I don’t think I would wish for them back though,” she continued, not sure where the urge came to open up to him, but it was there nonetheless.

“No?”

“No, I think I’m too used to being without them now. I feel… different, but it’s better.”

“I see.”

It was quiet again, before Toji asked slowly, “Did it hurt when you lost them?”

“I think so… I don’t really remember. I was in a fever dream; I couldn’t really feel or see anything at all really.”

He tensed, gripping the rails tightly. Y/N almost swore she could see the bronze metal bend just slightly.

“I could feel you were sick, you know?” He stated, his voice hard.

She was surprised at this. “Really? I can only feel you when you’re close.”

“I don’t really know how all this works, maybe it’s different for each of us.”

“Maybe…”

“Anyway, I could feel it. I didn’t know exactly what it was. It makes sense now you’ve told me, but at the time I thought your mind had broken.”

Y/N sighed heavily, “It did… I think I saw strange things. I don’t really want to remember.”

“I can imagine,” Toji muttered, his tone almost gentle.

They were silent for some time, comfortably so, watching the horizon. Y/N was the one to break the silence this time.

“I don’t think our bond was the only reason I became… a Curse,” she admitted, her voice trailing off.

“How so?”

Y/N bit her lip nervously, grappling with the sheer weight of what she was about to admit. Toji tilted his head at her curiously, patiently waiting for her to answer, his rapt attention making her even more shy. She took a deep breath in to steady herself before continuing.

“I was willing to stand with you against Satoru… I didn’t want you to die by his hand.”

Interest… surprise.

“And that’s enough for you to get exiled?” Toji asked slowly, digesting the information. “That’s harsh,” he added, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Yes, because I made the choice to betray my own kind, and I would have been in between you both if Nanami hadn’t stopped me. He would have done it too, I think, if I wasn’t… injured.” she said the last part slowly, carefully, softly. The memory of Nanami still brought her to tears if she didn’t steel her heart against the onslaught of emotions.

His emerald orbs softened, and he moved just a fraction closer to her. “Your friend must have cared a lot about you to risk condemning himself to Hell.”

“He was the best of us,” she sniffed, her firsts tightening, holding her breath to steady herself.

It was quiet for a long time after that. The gravity of Nanami’s sacrifice weighed heavily on her shoulders, and Y/N doubted she would ever be free of it for as long as she lived. She stole a glance at Toji, trying to find solace in his presence, but the question remained – was he going to prove himself worthy enough to justify Nanami’s death? The wind whispered mournfully, lamenting everything she had lost to bring her to this moment: her home, her wings, Satoru.

“Listen, I-,” Toji started, closing his mouth abruptly, clearly searching for the right words to say as he avoided direct eye contact with her. “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for what happened.”

He was tense; clearly this was new to him – apologizing. She whispered, “What for exactly?”

Toji rolled his eyes and huffed, “For nearly killing you, what do you think?”

The scar on her stomach tingled with a faint, phantom-ache, and she instinctively placed her hand over it. Toji’s gaze followed her movement, his frown deepening, and his fists clenched the bar even tighter this time.

Shame… self loathing.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, and you didn’t know any better,” she said, her voice soft as she placed her hand back on the railing.

He pursed his lips but said nothing, his gaze fixed on the city below. The air fell thick with tension again, heavy with both their emotions, as they both grappled with the weight of their unspoken regrets. Y/N wanted to change the subject to lighten the solemn veil over them, and to unravel the stories and battles that had sculpted the myserious Curse standing beside her.

“So you can feel me, huh?” Toji said suddenly, nearly making her jump, but there was a lighter tone to his voice. “What does it feel like?”

Y/N smiled shyly, searching for the right words. She couldn’t possibly tell him that he felt like smoke and lightning – powerful and elusive, utterly out of her grasp, and she doubted she would ever understand it.

“You feel… familiar. Like I’ve known you for a very long time,” she finally said, settling for a much less daunting truth.

His gaze became kinder, and he rested his head against his hand, staring at her and making her feel shy all over again. “I know what you mean.”

“What does it feel like for you?”

“Hmm… like you’re there all the time now, in my head. It’s like you know what I’m doing all the time, and you’re watching me. I feel I don’t have to tell you things because I think you already know everything.”

“I actually don’t, and I have been wondering what does a King of Hell do all day long?”

Toji’s lip twitched, “Oh? Does your brother not tell you what he gets up to?”

“I’m asking you, not about him,” Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Well,” he grunted, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “I mainly handle my armies strategies and organization. I make sure they’re running well, and if they’re not, well, then that’s where I come in.”

“And when all is well in war, what then?”

“And then… maybe I’ll lend an ear to whatever squabbles the other Curses are having, but if I can avoid it, I will.”

“So that’s what you’re doing here then?”

And he finally laughed, a glorious and heart-stopping smile spreading across his face. Y/N was transfixed, her soul suspended in time at provoking such elation from her soulmate.

“No,” Toji chuckled. “Your company is just so much better than theirs, obviously.”

“Obviously?” She teased, feeling a flush of heat grace her cheeks.

He hummed in agreement, “Of course.”

An endearing and shy silence filled the air, and they enjoyed each other’s presence in comfortable tranquility, a paradox to the supposed suffering and agony in the depths of Hell. Toji shifted beside her, lifting his weight from the railing, and cleared his throat.

“Well… I suppose I better take my leave,” he announced softly, taking a few steps backwards from her.

“Might be best, I’m sure your subjects are wondering where you are,” Y/N jested, smiling. Her inner soul was jumping, and she tried her best to ignore it. She knew it wanted him to stay, screaming don’t go in a silent cry through their bond.

Toji’s eyes glittered, a genuine smile quirking his lips as he chuckled lowly, a gesture just for her. “You might just be right.”

He lifted his right hand and snapped his fingers together, conjuring a sizzling portal of flame that opened up behind him in a mesmerizing display. Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as the warm orange glow of the portal enveloped him, casting him in an ethereal light that illuminated every contour of his face. She felt a pang of longing as he stood there, a transient and fleeting embodiment of sinful allure against the obsidian backdrop of Hell.

“Sleep well, little angel,” Toji mumbled, soft and rumbly, his green eyes almost glowing.

“Goodnight, Toji,” Y/N replied, her voice quaking with all the unspoken feelings of her soul that she couldn’t possibly express in that moment.

He smiled at her and disappeared through the portal, leaving her grasping at the lingering wisps of his presence.

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existanceofyouth · 26 days

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how are we feeling today jjk fandom

#jjk itadori #jjk yuji #jjk fanart #jjk #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #gojo satoru #geto suguru #namami kento #nobara kugisaki #what the hell #oh my god no

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imaginecentralworld · 16 days

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⚝Unspoken Bond⚝

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༯ Namami x reader ༯ Summary: Nanami has always had a crush on you but never admitted it; however, an incident happens that may bring those feelings to life.

༯ Word Count: 398 (words), 2,463 (characters)

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Since the first day at Jujutsu High, Namami Kento harbored a silent crush on you, always too hesitant to act, convinced you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. One day, you approached him with your characteristic warmth. “Nanami, did you catch what the assignment was today? I wasn’t paying attention.”

A bit flustered, he nodded. “Y-yes, I can help you if you want.”

“That would be perfect. We could study together, if that's alright with you?” you suggested.

Blushing, he nodded again and followed you to the library. Years have passed since then, and though you graduated and drifted apart, Namami’s fond feelings remained. Now, as a full-fledged sorcerer, he cherished seeing you more often, enjoying the closeness that had rekindled since your school days.

During your lunch break one day, Principal Yaga summoned you abruptly to his office. Sighing at your unfinished meal, you headed over.

“Y/N, there's been an emergency, and we need your unique skills to dispel a powerful curse,” Yaga explained gravely.

“Understood. I’ll head there immediately,” you assured him, determination steeling your features.

“Stay safe, Y/N,” Yaga called out as you departed.

Upon arrival, the situation was hostile. Fellow sorcerers struggled against the curse's might, barely maintaining control. Spotting one who seemed on the brink of collapse, you took charge. “Stand down, I've got it from here. Ensure your partner is safe, and call for backup. This is more serious than Yaga anticipated.”

Grateful, he nodded and hurried to assist his partner while you advanced to confront the curse head-on. However, in your focus, you lost track of the elusive entity. While investigating, the curse ambushed you, overpowering you with a sudden blast of a strange, goo-like substance. The world dimmed as you fell into darkness…

When you awoke, it was to the sight of Namami’s concerned face, hovering close. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, relief evident in his tone.

Confused and trying to piece together what happened, you realized Namami had not only tracked you down but also defeated the curse that had bested you. This act of bravery shifted something between you; perhaps it was time to address the feelings that had long simmered beneath the surface.

As you both recuperated from the ordeal, you found yourself considering not just the dangers of your profession, but also the possibility of exploring something deeper with Namami—something that, until now, had been left unsaid.

#nanami respects his woman #namami kento #jjk kento #jjk nanami #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #Jujustsu kaisen nanami #Namami imagine #NANAMIN #nanami x reader

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starriluneart · 4 months

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Nanami & Megumi

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spencerrxids · 2 years

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heart attack

pairing : nanami kento x fem!reader

genre : tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort a bit?

warning : none

summary : chasing nanami kento’s love is a full time job and nothing can stop her from fulfulling her dream

wordcount : 6.1k

a/n : sorry it took too long for me to post this. but here it is. hope you enjoy it

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Chasing Nanami Kento’s love is like a full-time job for her. Being a shaman was merely just a side quest she did. Call her a hopeless romantic, but even that couldn’t fully describe who she is. Double the meaning of it or triple it then perhaps that could describe her. A very much hopeless hopeless hopeless romantic when it comes to Nanami Kento.

And everyone knows this. Everyone knows how she feels for him, even he knows about it for it is not a secret that she tried to hide. She has always been the one to verbally show it since the first day they met. That first day where she found herself that she didn't even know before. “Your last name sounds good together with my first.” How much she cringed when she looked back at those first moments after he introduced himself to the class that only consisted of three of them. Being blunt often helps her to get away from awkward situations that ironically were also created from her bluntness.

“You won’t get anywhere like this,” said her white-haired senior, sneaking up behind her who was watching Nanami from behind a pillar. The sudden appearance of the famous senior who she also calls as friend startled her. The letter in her hands fell to the ground as she turned around to look at him. “What are you doing here?!” She whispered loudly.

She crouched down to grab the letter she had dropped, careful to not step onto them. “You were being a creep. You know you could always approach him, it’s not like he doesn’t know about this.” Gojo leaned onto the pillar, also now watching Nanami as the girl beside him stood tall again.

“Don’t lecture me on being a creep when you are the worst one here,” Hearing her words Gojo put his hand on his chest acting as if a bullet hit him. “And you are not a love guru. You’ll be the last person that I would go to for love advice, Senpai.”

He only hummed as a response, she couldn’t tell if that was a sign of agreement or disagreement. But the two stayed in their place for the next few minutes, her hand still gripping the letter tightly, not wanting to let go of all the feelings she had poured into it. Gojo glanced at it, crossing his arm, a serious look on his face. “How many have you......?”

She switches and leans onto her left leg instead of her right, fingers fiddling with one another—one of her nervous habits. “This is the thirty or forty-something,” she paused for a moment. “I don’t remember how it started but I don’t think I’m going to stop anytime soon. Whether he read it or not, this has become a coping mechanism for me. Every time I-we come back from a mission,” She paused after correcting her words. “I’ll write one of these, and sometimes I give him one if it contains something about him.” She raised the letter in her hand. Sometimes it means all the time.

“Call it a love letter or whatever you want. I suppose calling it that wouldn’t make it untrue for it is filled by the words that come right out of my heart.”

***

She had seated herself on the floor not long after Gojo had left her alone there. Her gaze traveled around until they landed onto the sky, a soft smile appeared on her face as she did so. Leaning her head on the pillar, she lets herself relieve the tension that she was holding since the latest mission the school had sent her team to. Million possibilities run in her mind, the risks they always took without a single hesitation, devoting their life in the line to protect the world. Her gaze falls back onto the letter she holds as she silently wonders how she let herself feel this much for someone. Raising it to her chest, she allows herself to close her eyes, getting a little bit of rest that she truly needed.

“How long have you been there?” A voice asked. His voice. The one that brings a warm feeling to her heart despite the cold weather in the evening.

Slowly opens her eyes, blinking to adjust the brightness in her vision before her gaze falls onto Nanami who stood over her, a letter in his right hand. Then she looked at her hand to find it no longer holding the letter close to her chest. It must have slipped away during the few moments when she fell asleep. A smile comes up on her face as she stares back at him. “Long enough.” She answered simply. “Are you going to your room?”

He nodded his head slightly while offering his hand to her which she gladly accepted, standing back on her feet, and brushing the dust off her clothes. She could feel his eyes watching her movements so she tried her best to pretend that she did not notice it. She is aware that their hands are still interconnected with one another, both didn’t make any move to let go. “Did you open it?” She asked again, motioning at the letter that was already on his other hand that was not holding hers.

“Not yet. You are supposed to rest for your mission tomorrow and yet here you are.” He commented.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face as she avoided his stern gaze on her. “But that’s exactly the reason why I’m here right now, Ken-to,” She looks away, her hand finally letting go of his, not noticing that his fingers slightly reached out at the loss of the warmth of her hand. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to meet you in the early morning tomorrow so I have to give it to you now. You know, like usual, just in case.” She trailed off at the end of her words, seeming to be in a deep thought.

The two resumed the walk to their representative room. Her words earlier had been replied with nothing but the silence between the two. A somber mood constantly clouded Nanami’s mind, seeing her always acting like she was never going to come back after a solo mission. Not coming back to him.

“We should always prepare for the worst. You’ll never know what will happen.” That was what she always said to them all. But even then, the evident smile on her face would always betray the anxiety in her heart.

A hand landed itself on his forearm, waking him up from his drowning thoughts, and stopping him from walking a bit farther. He turned to look at her but her gaze was stuck on the sky. He found himself staring at the side of her face. At her eyes that glistened with the moon's reflection in it.

“Kento,” She called his name softly, still not looking at him. She opened her mouth a little bit and yet none of the words fell out of it, heart thumping against her chest out of rhythm. “The moon......” She trailed off as she turned to look at him. The sight of him makes her knees weak. Makes her unable to speak the words that she wanted to. So instead she speaks with the eyes that always show the truth when she is around him.

“Is beautiful.” He said. Continuing the silent part of her words. “The moon is beautiful.” Her eyes widened at the words that fell out of his mouth. Did he mean it literally or not? The question rang inside her mind. It’s always hard to decipher Nanami’s mind when he always spoke things in quite an expressionless way. There seems to be a big wall that separates his expression and the feelings that remained true inside his heart.

Nothing happened between the two after he uttered those words. They began to resume the walk that they both had paused quite hastily. Her hand hovered above the room handle as both are now standing in front of hers. She could feel the looming presence of him with her back turned against him at the moment. With shadow casting over her face, she turned to look at him.

“You know, Kento.” She bit the inner of her cheek, looking up at him with a small smile plastered on her face. Her hands connected themselves behind her as she rocked slowly on her feet. “You really shouldn’t say things when you don’t really mean the words. People can get confused.” She said the words carefully, glancing at the letter that is still wrapped around his fingers before staring back at him.

Then she waited.

Waited for him to say something,

Anything. Anything would be enough of an answer.

She looked at him expectedly, raising her eyebrows. But all she got was a typical Nanami Kento avoiding conversation type of answer. Instead of clarifying his words, he just told her to go rest quickly so she won’t be too late the next day. Her shoulders sank at his words, puffing her cheeks before turning around, opening the door, and then closing it.

Sitting at the edge of her bed, she looks at Nanami’s shadow that could be seen from the gap between her door and the floor. She leaned her head on top of the plushie on her lap. Nanami stood in front of her door for the next few minutes before he finally walked away from it.

“Kento, you’re an idiot.” Then she averted her gaze to the crumpled paper beside the trash bin. Getting up from her seat, she crouched down to grab it, opening the piece of paper. Eyes gazing through all of the words that she had put into it. The earlier draft of the letter she gave to him. The earlier draft of the over-simplified letter because her feelings for him are too big that a piece of paper could not retain to contain all of it. “But I guess I am too.”

***

It was during New Year’s Eve when the two found themselves by each other's side again. Sure there are countless times when they were set together and saw each other almost every day, but both had never got the chance to truly be alone with no one else around but them.

The two never spoke about what happened that night. About what he had uttered whether he really meant it or not. She never found the answer to it. But her feelings remain the same. Couldn’t be changed. Not even if she tried. And she still writes him letters although Nanami did note that the amount of passage in it had lessened within each letter that she gave him.

“How was your day?” He asked, suddenly. Startling her who was busying herself by focusing on the many other things around her instead of the person that holds the key to her heart.

They both are currently walking down the road with people rushing around them, eager to embrace the year that awaits ahead of them all. And yet there’s her and Nanami, who walk slowly, not wanting to let go of the year that would change within hours. Carrying the burden of knowing the secrets that are hidden from those innocent eyes was never a simple job. It was hard, maddening it could be. That’s why it’s easier for her to focus all of her mind on the person beside her rather than that.

They are going to graduate soon and she had a feeling that Nanami would want to let go of all of his ties with the world they both are familiar with, including hers. That thought didn’t really sit well inside her mind. Perhaps that’s why she wasn’t really sure how to answer his simple question.

Glancing at him, she let out a long sigh. “Well, I was with you the whole day. So the same as yours?” She wondered at the end of her sentence. “The year would change within hours. I guess that counts as something worth anticipating for.” She then proceeds to talk about some other things that had occurred to her a few days back before stopping in her tracks when she realizes that she has been talking with nothing but the empty presence of Nanami beside her.

Turning her head around, she found him a few feet away from her. The two pairs of eyes instantly connected to each other as more people kept rushing around them. She looked at him almost innocently, tilting her head to the side slightly with her furrowed eyebrows. And he spent the same moment thinking of what a privilege it was to be there with her. She could’ve chosen anyone. And yet, she was already captivated with him since the first time their eyes landed on each other.

“Is everything okay?” The question rolled out of her mouth.

“Do you want to see the fireworks together?” At the same time, this comes out of him.

***

Then there they are. Standing next to each other, leaning forward on the railing with anticipating looks on their faces as the two gazes at the sky above them. She had her arms propped on top of the railing as she put her chin on top of it. A smile on her face. “You sure really do know how to pick a spot, Kento.” She commented.

The boy beside her just hummed at the comment she made. Eyeing her smile with warmness in his eyes despite the coldness of the night air. Then he gazed down at the festival that could be seen from their spot. The sounds of people chanting began louder and louder at midnight and kept getting closer. “We’re going to graduate soon.” She said, not tearing her eyes away from the dark sky that would be colored within seconds. “I want nothing more but to spend what possibly is the last New Year’s Eve I’ll spend together with you at this moment. Thanks for the invitation, Kento.”

“You know, don’t you?” He asked but did not give her a chance to answer it. “That I’m going to leave.” She went quiet, the sad smile on her face had explained the truth to him, so he continued his words. “After all of that had happened this past year, I found nothing but pain in what we do. I guess quitting all of these could help lessen the pain. At least that’s what I hope.”

No longer propping her arms against the railing, her hands gripped it instead, her thumb softly brushing over the top of her palm. Her eyes gaze downwards to the festival. “The pain won’t go away. We’ve been through the same journey. I know what you feel.” She turned to look him in the eyes. “If quitting would help your pain then that’s your decision, Kento. There is no need to feel sorry. I’ve found ways to lessen my pain too. In the presence of those whom I love. You too, don’t you? That’s why you brought me here.”

Then color erupted in the air. The night was a gloomy dark canvas and those fireworks are the paint that is tasked to brighten it just for a brief moment. A celebration. A light of reassurance that the year that had yet to come would be as bright as the night during its first day. She had averted her gaze away to admire the colors. A smile appeared on her face.

“Happy New Year, Nanami Kento.” She said, gently.

He copied her words. Saying her name at the end of his sentence, making her smile wider just by hearing it. “It’s beautiful.” He commented out loud, eyeing the colors in the sky.

“What? The moon?” She asked him with one of her eyebrows raised in a cheeky manner. Referencing the night where he had said those words that she still did not know the meaning of. Nanami quite literally gaped at her words, not expecting her to bring that up after that quick heartfelt conversation between them. Then a burst of laughter comes out of her. “I’m just joking. Don’t need to look so embarrassed like that. You’re making my heart pound with that expression of yours.”

The two shared laughs that night. Despite all of the pains that they both had gone through. Because she was right, Nanami did find another way to lessen the pain that he held. That is by being beside the person whom he feels dearly about.

***

It was not until their graduation night that they both spent the night together by each other’s side once more. This time for the last time before he cuts all of the ties that bind him with this world. It was quite somber, the mood that night. But there were still fragments of comforting feelings in it.

“Kento, promise me,” She said, holding up her pinky finger to him, a red hue covering some part of her face as she looked him right in the eyes. “Fall in love with me.” That ended up sounding more like a demand than a wish. “In the future, if we ever meet again.......outside or inside of this wretched world we know, that is hidden from those mundane people. If you ever opened your heart to someone. Let it be me.”

Not getting any response, she let herself turn her head away without lowering her hand, feeling embarrassment kicking into her. The world around her was holding her to the ground as reality came back to her. The reality. A finger wrapped itself around her. “There is no reassurance on when the future would come. So must it be in the future?” He asked. And she could swear that her heart beats thrice faster as the words come out of his mouth.

“But then again, we’ll be much ready by then. I’m still new to this kind of stuff and I know that you are too. We will understand this more in the future, right? The feeling that has been in your heart for such a long time. The feeling that has been on my heart for quite some time if not as long as you.” He said those words with so much sincerity. The words that come straight out of his heart with nothing interfering between them.

Is this the reality that she had dreamed of her whole life? Did the Nanami Kento just indirectly confess his feelings to her? If the reality of her life would be this sweet then she wished to not ever sleep ever again. Then she wished to stay at that moment forever as the words he just said kept replaying in her mind. “You’ll keep it too, right? The promise?” He said again, trying to take a glimpse of her face as she looked down at her lap—the side of her face was hidden by her hair.

Then he heard a sniffle come out of her, followed by the drop of tears down to her lap. Brushing the hair out of her face, he leaned down and took a more clear look at her face. “I asked you a question then you cried about it. That’s not how it works, you know.” His hand went to the side of her face, wiping the tears away from her glassy eyes.

She choked back a strained laugh before wrapping her arms around his neck. Brings him to her embrace. His hands instantly latched around her waist. Securing the comfort that both radiated in the cold of the night. “You just have to choose the moment before we separate to say that, huh? That isn’t fair.” She complained, leaning her forehead on his shoulder as the tears streamed down her face, staining his blue shirt.

He leaned back to hold her face with one of his hands while the others were still holding her by the waist. “Didn’t we just make a promise?” He asked softly. Her hand slowly wrapped itself around the one that holds her face, her fingers falling naturally in between his fingers. Before she turned her head, enough to kiss the inner of his palm, gaining a soft gasp from him.

He found himself eyeing the plump of her lips that was touching his skin. And then to her eyes that look at him as if he were the most mesmerizing being in this world. Nothing but love and affection are filled in it. His gaze mirrored hers, looking at her the same way as she did to him.

Then he turned the hands that were holding her face around, intertwining their fingers before bringing them close to his mouth, bringing her close too as he did so. A soft kiss pressed against the top of her palm while his eyes didn’t lose the connection they had with hers. Her mouth opened a bit as if she were about to say something.

“Don’t say it.” He said. “Let those words stay in your heart until we meet again.”

She nodded softly, a sad smile on her face. “I’ll keep my promise too, Kento.” She paused before leaning her head closer as she whispered to his ear. “Until we meet again.”

Arms wrapped around one another. There was peace in between the goodbyes that were uttered. The string of hope shimmered in the dark, unseen by the eyes of the two clueless people. The reassurance of the future that might just exist if they hold onto their promise.

***

Then so it goes. Time flew with them not being on each other’s side. Each day, separated by the different paths of the life that they took. Living the life that they had chosen. Years passed and yet their hearts still yearn for the other’s presence. Sometimes it’s hard to ignore the urge to when you know where they are. But both respected each other’s decision so much that they stayed out of the other’s life. Letting fate choose the moment where their path would cross one another.

And sometimes, during New Year’s Eve, when not busy, she would go to the place where they had once spent the night together. With a slight hope of him being at the same place. But alas her wish was never granted as she looks up to the sky with the reflection of colors in her eyes. Then she would close them, pretending that his presence was beside her. Her hands press a letter to the place where her heart beats against her ribcage.

I missed you.

A quick silent prayer was made before she left the scene. Now she is going for her first appointed mission in this new year. Hence the reason why she wrote a letter for such a long time.

***

Being dragged around by her white-haired senior was not how she wanted to spend the day off after her long exhausting mission. But what else could she do but let him do what he wanted? There is no way to go against what Gojo Satoru wants after all.

“You’re going to love this.” He said. The white-haired man was practically skipping through the hallway, tangling his left arm with her right—not exactly touching since he has his infinity on—dragging her around the school area. Her? Well, she just let him do it, not having much energy left from her last mission. “Ah, I can already imagine the look on his face when he sees you. You really missed a lot of things since your mission.”

He? The word caught her interest as the two slowed down a little bit, she untangled her arm from his, now standing in front of him, stopping him in his tracks as she did so. “I don’t have time for your silly games, Gojo-san. Whatever is this, better make it quick.” She let out a small yawn, stretching her arms upwards. “You do realize that I just got back from my mission. I need to rest.”

Gojo’s gaze falls onto something behind her, a mischievous yet proud look comes up on his face. Whatever it was he was looking at, she wasn’t sure if she was going to like it or not. “Hehe. You’re going to thank me later.” He then waved his arms around at something-or perhaps in this case someone behind her.

Then the voice of Itadori Yuuji could be heard in her ears as he got closer to the two. She had the chance to meet the boy who had the unfortunate fate of being Sukuna’s vessel. But that was not what made her straighten her pose, it was his words. Or to be more specific, the name he had uttered. Her back was still turned against them, her view being Gojo who raised his eyebrows at her.

“Nanamin-san, how long has it been since you came here? Has it always looked like this? I wonder if it ever changed since your school days.” Nanamin. Now that is a name she hears now and then, thrown around by Gojo Satoru to tease her. But the presence of the person was one that she hadn’t felt for quite a long time.

Her eyes finally found Gojo’s who was giving her a knowing look, smirking at the red hue that began to appear on her cheeks. He puts his hands on top of her shoulder, turning her around as his eyes then fall back onto his student and his tall blonde junior. “Yo Nanamin. Yuuji.” He approached the two of them. An arm wrapped around the shoulder of his junior who was looking at the ground.

The two stopped in their tracks as Gojo and her walked closer to them. Nanami's gaze practically latches onto her instantly, quite obvious for someone who rarely shows a fragment of their feelings. “Ah Sensei, are you two going somewhere? Nanamin-san right here was about to tell me about his school days.” Yuuji pointed at the older guy beside him, an innocent grin plastered on his face.

“Is that so, Nanamin?” Gojo teased him with the nickname Itadori had given him. “I didn’t say anything.” He replied almost too quickly.

Leaning forward to his student, Gojo spoke with a smirk on his face. “You know, Yuuji. Nanamin’s school days were very very interesting.” He wiggled his eyebrows, glancing at her who narrowed her eyes at him. “Actually, your other sensei here was friends with him. Really close friends. Right, Nanamin?”

She could feel his eyes going back and forth between her and Gojo before he uttered his answer. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” He asked expressionlessly, but she could still detect the annoyed tone hidden beneath it.

Gojo’s smirk went even wider that it stretched all over his cheek. “Ahh, sadly you’re right. And as much as I want to stay here to watch. I do have somewhere else to go and I need Yuuji with me.”

“You do?” The boy wondered out loud.

“Yes, I do. Now come come. Let’s leave my two beloved juniors to reunite.” He went up to the boy and dragged him away. His voice echoed out loud in the hallway until eventually, it went quiet when he was far enough.

And that leaves the two alone. But together. With all of the words that are threatening to go out of their hearts. Words that both had yet to have the time to express with one another. She inhaled sharply before letting her eyes meet his. For a split second, it did before she avoided his sharp gaze again. Somehow she suddenly found it hard to say anything to him during this moment even though her mind was practically screaming at her to speak.

“It’s been a while.” He said, making her head snap to look at him once more, this time not breaking their gaze. His voice itself is still strong enough to weaken her knees. The power this man held over her over the years is crazy. “How have you been?” He asked.

She let out a breathy chuckle, a smile on her face. “I’m great.” Then she paused for a bit, considering what to say before she continued. “Well not really cause you know, this was actually supposed to be my day off and I was going to rest after my long mission which probably you had heard about from the others. But other than that, I’m doing fine. You?” She looked at him expectantly.

The tension on his shoulders was already gone by the time she finished her sentence. His eyebrows, however, were furrowed at the mention of the fact that today was supposed to be her day off. “You should stop letting others drag you around when you’re supposed to rest.”

Her eyes brightened up at his words. “Ah, you’ve always been the you-have-to-rest-or-else person. When asked a question, you should come up with an answer instead of a scold, Kento.” She said, but then stopped when she realized she just called him by his first name after all of the times they have spent apart from each other. “Is it okay if I call you with-”

“Why would I mind? You can call me anything you want and I would still let you every single time.” His comment made her go quiet. Her cheeks flushed at his warm words as she averted her gaze away from him. This gave him a chance to actually take in her appearance.

“You changed your hair.” He commented once more.

“Do you not like it?” She wondered, raising her eyebrows. Hand unconsciously inching towards the end of her hair.

“No. No. I think it suits you.”

She smiled while nodding her head, then looked at him. “I like your hair too. It has changed a lot since the last time we met.” Her eyes gaze on every inch of his face. Years that they spent not being together surely had changed him a lot in terms of appearances. If anything, age just brings more attractiveness to him. “I like it a lot. I can see more of you now.” She said.

He chuckled. And if she didn’t know him that well, she wouldn’t say that he was shy at the moment. But she does know him so well and Nanami Kento was indeed shy as the corner of his mouth slightly turned upwards. “You really should get a rest right now.” He said.

“You’re right.” She said, not averting her gaze away from him. Her eyes twinkled in amusement as a suggestion came into her mind. “Do you want to.........?” She gestured over her shoulders.

Then, naturally, he falls into the steps beside her as they both walk towards her room. Usually, she wouldn’t stay at the school’s grounds, but since she was too tired to go back to her apartment unit that is quite far from the school, she stayed in her old room. Besides, she had to send the reports to Yaga this morning, hence the reason why Gojo found her lurking around and decided to drag her to Nanami.

Then she cut him off before he could speak a word. “You don’t have to answer unless you want to.” Then no one spoke. Silence once again engulfed the two of them. She steps a bit farther to her right, creating a bigger space between them.

“How was your previous job?” I love you.

“How was your mission?” I love you.

The two stopped in their tracks, looking at each other as the words came out of their mouths simultaneously. Then she smiled, the smile that he has been yearning for years. Oh, how he missed seeing that smile. Clearing his throat, he finally speaks. “It was repetitive. Every day feels like the same day. The cycle of 24 hours keeps repeating itself. All the same routines.”

She smiled but not quite reached her eyes. “Sounds like the perfect environment for you. Salesman, right? Gojo-san told me.” Her eyes are downcasted to the ground before she looks up back at him once more. “The mission was a success, by the way. It took a while, draining a lot of energy, but I managed to complete it in the end.” She said, continuing their walk.

He stepped closer to her, closing the gap that she had created earlier. His eyes roamed to her body, scanning for any injuries that are yet to be healed. Then it landed on her bruised hand, the one that is brushing against his hand. She noticed this. “I’m okay. You don’t need to worry. I went to Shoko-san right after I got back yesterday. Nothing too severe or something like that.” She informed, before looking back to the front, trying to ignore the fact that she could feel the palm of his hand brushing against hers.

Then a hand landed on her shoulders, grasping them gently, stopping her from walking farther than him. Back to reality, she was. Noticing that they were already in front of her room. Seems that she spent too much time trying to focus her mind on anything else other than him, that she was zoning out a bit longer than she intended to.

She turned her body to gaze up at him and there he was already looking down at her. His hand still hovering above her shoulder as if he were trying to do something else, hesitantly. Her eyes flicker onto his lips for a split second before she quickly averted her eyes back to his eyes. “I guess, I’ll see you around?” The words come out of her mouth involuntarily. Betraying the one that is spoken in her mind.

Maybe it is just her feelings or maybe Nanami’s shoulders sank at the words that she uttered. A disappointed look took over his face for a moment as he took a step away from her, putting a distance between them. Just like she did earlier.

It’s been years. There’s no way he is still holding onto that promise, she thought.

Maybe she doesn’t feel the same anymore, he thought.

Putting a smile on her face, she looked down to the ground and when she looked back up, he noticed that it wasn’t her usual smile for it did not reach her eyes. “It’s nice to meet you again, Kento.” She speaks. And if Nanami could choose to only hear one thing in his life. It would be her voice that he chooses out of all of the choices there are in the world.

Then he was no longer looking at her. He was looking at the dark brown color of her door that she closed after he uttered the same words as her. What about the promise? He wondered. His eyes lowered to the ground, wishing to see a glimpse of her shadow from the gap between the door and the floor. I already understand my feelings now. Those feelings that reside in my heart for so long. They only grow even bigger without your presence.

Beat.

The sound of a door opening.

Beat.

“I love you.” He said out loud.

A sharp gasp could be heard. Eyes widened and there she was in front of him again. Mouth agape. A letter pressed on top of the place where her heart beats thrice faster against her ribcage. Their eyes connected to one another. A chuckle comes out of her mouth, followed by a laugh. A happy one.

She leaped if not maybe she jumped. But it doesn’t matter because his arms instantly latched around her waist, catching her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Laughter echoed, vibrating against his skin. He did not realize it but he was laughing too. The Nanami Kento. Laughing. Surely that is a sight to see. She had heard him laugh before, but never this happy.

Her feet no longer touch the floor as he lifts her a few inches off the ground. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Nanami Kento. And I love being in love with you.” She said, pulling back to look into his eyes. The letter has been discarded on the floor, no longer needed as the content has been said out loud and not written on a piece of paper anymore.

It was as if at that moment, they both had become younger. Becoming the two silly teenagers they were. Except, she wasn't the only one to be in love. “It never changed. Not even a bit.” She leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes, a wide smile on her face.

“Thank you,” A hand gripped her chin softly. “For waiting for me.” Just like that, the gap between them disappeared as he leaned his lips forwards.

It was a profound love. A burst of ecstasy in the dim light of the hallway. It’s a risky move, to be in love with someone. Even a bigger risk to take in the world that they are living in. But it’s a risk that they are willing to take. Because nothing could ever separate them again. Love is an absurd and the most unexplainable feeling that you could ever feel. You don’t ask to be in love. You don’t know when to be in love. And yet when it happened, it just did. Most of the time, it’ll hurt you. And it would be the most pleasing pain that you would ever feel. Cause even though it hurts. It’ll stay as love. And when two people fell in love with one another. The stars will shine brighter than they did before. The world around them would celebrate the unity of the two souls. The line of threads would tangle with one another and never once separate ever again. For eternity.

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All Actions Have Consequences | Chapter One

➬ Mafia Kento Nanami x Fem reader

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Pairing : Mafia Kento Nanami x fem reader

Summary : They say evil actions can be done with good intentions, this is especially true for Kento Nanami. Growing up, he was taught to always remain honest, respectful, and hard working. For the most part he was, that is, until being fired from his job forced him into a financial chokehold. Desperate to figure out a way to provide for his wife, Nanami crosses paths with the leader of his country’s biggest mafia empire, deciding to secretly work under them in order to make ends meet. We know desperate times call for desperate measures, but how long can Nanami hide this vile profession from his wife before it comes back to bite him?

Word count : around 1,800 words

Warnings : angst, family troubles, toxic parental relationship, insults on “not being wealthy”, lots of belittling and aggressive dialogue, classism.

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is wholly mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

“Are you almost ready?”

Nanami quickly turned his head around at the sudden voice, eyes narrowing in to see his soon to be father in law standing in the doorway of his dressing room.

“Just a few more minutes” Nanami flashed your father a wide grin, his face dazzling with excitement as he anticipated the long awaited event he was getting dressed for. “How is she?” He chirped, eyes glancing downwards in order to fix his tie.

“She’s almost done,” your father responded vaguely, his tone sounding notably annoyed as he stared down the blonde man with a glare.

It’s odd, usually, most fathers are joyful and proud when they hear their daughter is getting married, perhaps a little emotional as well. However, your father was the complete opposite. Instead of being excited to witness this meaningful event, he appeared to be bothered, angered even.

Nanami fully understood that your father had never approved of him, he was always intent on making that fact very clear, but Nanami still hoped he would have the decency to at least put on a smile for the wedding day. Nevertheless, your father seemed determined to make it known that he despised this marriage with his entire being, as if he hadn’t already expressed those feelings every day leading up to this one.

“I came because I need to talk to you.” Your father spoke up, reaching behind him to close the door so no one would hear the earful he was about to give your soon to be husband.

Nanami gulped nervously, desperate to maintain a calm and professional composure as he watched your father approach him from across the the room. “What is it?” He tried to give your father the benefit of the doubt by acting clueless to his intentions, hoping he would surprise him with a sudden change of heart.

Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out that way.

Despite Nanami’s wishes, your father had in fact not had a change of heart. Instead he took this opportunity to remind him once again just how undeserving of his daughter he felt Nanami was.

“I’m only letting this happen because I know she wants it, not because I approve.” Your father reminded him, as if he wasn’t already aware. “As long as I see she’s happy I won’t intervene. But if you ever wrong her in any way I’ll make sure you never see her again.” His tone was harsh and unforgiving, the look in his eyes, even more so.

Your father was always so quick to assert his dominance, to flaunt his position and power over Nanami, especially when it came to you. He took every opportunity he could to remind Nanami of his place in this world, that he was nothing more than a worthless man who wasn’t worthy of his daughter in the slightest.

Compared to the rich and powerful man your father was, Nanami never measured up. He didn’t grow up living the life you did where everything was handed to you, where you didn’t have to worry about a paycheck.

As a child, life was much more difficult for Nanami. With no biological father in the picture and a single mother desperately trying to make ends meet, Nanami was forced to grow up faster than a kid should be allowed to.

As an older teenager he worked multiple jobs, took unreasonably long hours, anything that would help lift the stress off his mother’s shoulders. When he finally helped her get to a stable point financially, he decided to go to college, majoring in business.

He quite literally believes that decision to be the best one of his life, strictly because that’s where he met you.

Just a naive little college girl who seemed embarrassingly out of place in a business class. Poor thing obviously didn’t want to be there, it was clear that she was neither good at this nor interested in it. But still, she stayed, making Nanami curious as to why.

“My father wants me to take over his business when I’m older..” was the exact answer Nanami received when he first asked you why you were taking that class.

Now he understood. This wasn’t your choice, you were being forced into this weren’t you? Told you were obligated to take over your father’s company and keep it alive despite your clear desire to do something else.

As Nanami got to know you more throughout your time in college, his tender heart only caved more and more when he learned of the harshness you were subjected to at home.

He smiled when you told him you dreamed of being an artist, how you wanted to use your talents to create something meaningful in this world. But that smile quickly withered away when he learned how unsupportive your father was of those dreams of yours. How you were told a career of that sort “wouldn’t make a decent living” and soon after forced into giving it up entirely to take on your father’s business.

Despite the kind and loving mask you made sure to wear every day, Nanami knew you weren’t happy. To him, you were still a child at heart, and he didn’t want you to lose that innocence he admired so much.

He told you to pursue your dreams, to never lose sight of them and to chase them with everything you had. But you were scared, you didn’t have the courage to defy your father despite how badly you wanted to follow your dreams.

“He told me I’m on my own if I chose to pursue art. I won’t have any more money coming from him if I refuse.” Nanami almost fainted as the words left your lips. To think a father could be so cruel as to withhold something like that from his own daughter for simply wanting to follow her heart.

“Don’t let him control you. It’s your life, you get to choose what you want to do with it, not him.” Nanami always reassured you that your life was your own, completely different from what you had been raised to believe.

“But what if I lose everything? What if he really does take the money away from me?” You wanted to go after your heart’s desires, but when your dad was unsupportive of them it made it hard to visualize that dream becoming a reality. Easier to just surrender your freedom and stay comfortable in that big estate you called your home than to put up a fight and risk losing your entire lifestyle, right?

“Then I’ll work instead okay? Even if I have to take multiple jobs, I’ll work so you don’t have to alright? If he takes away the money then I’ll make money for you! Just please, promise me you won’t give up on your dreams!” It was that night, when those words fell so effortlessly past his lips that you knew, you would marry this man.

Nanami was the anchor in that storm you called your home life, the light at the end of the tunnel you previously thought was dying out. He was always so encouraging and supportive, something you weren’t used to receiving.

Despite everyone else in your life, Kento Nanami saw you for you; not your social status, and definitely not your wealth.

However your father believed the opposite…

“You’re not using a scrap of anything she earns you hear me? You’ll provide for her with your own money.” Your father warned with a menacing tone, maintaining that deadly stare upon the man who would become his son in law after today.

“I understand.” A soft nod was given in response, a clear sign of Nanami’s desire to hold his tongue despite all the things he wished he could’ve blurted out.

“Thanks to you she won’t be able to support herself. Those worthless paintings you convinced her are so important won’t be nearly enough to allow her to make a decent living. So since you were so happy to make her think otherwise, you’re gonna have to be the one that makes the money in this marriage.” Your father didn’t hold back. There was not an ounce of mercy for the man standing before him. “I don’t care how hard it is or what you have to do to make ends meet, you make sure she’s taken care of alright? Otherwise I’ll drag her right back to our home without a second thought.”

In your father’s eyes, Kento Nanami was nothing more than a leech, a manipulator whose only goal was to earn your family’s wealth and fame by marrying you.

Nanami didn’t love you, not according to your father…

He figured the only explanation for you to want to be associated with a penniless beggar like him was because you had fallen victim to his trickery.

Oh how your father wished he could save you from this. To free you from your brainwashing and marry you off to someone more deserving of your primped hand instead of allowing you to settle with the lowly man standing before him. He was furious that you chose this path, the one that would so obviously lead to your demise. But he knew he couldn’t change your mind, not until you saw for yourself just how wrong you were.

That’s why he let the marriage go through, that’s why he sat there in his front-row seat and watched you give your life to a man he assumed the worst of.

The same man he couldn’t have been more wrong about…

The same man that gazed at you in pure astonishment as you walked down the isle, tears filling his eyes when he realized this was finally happening.

The way your hair was pinned up to reveal your lovely face, the way you smiled so gently at him just like you did the first time he met you in that classroom. All of it nearly stripped the breath from Nanami’s lungs as he stood at that alter, swearing he’d never seen a more beautiful version of you in his life.

And when he finally grasped your hand, sliding that precious ring around your finger, he promised himself one thing.

No matter what he had to do, no matter what kind of man he’d turn into, he would not let you lose yourself to the clutches of your father. He would protect that innocence you still attained and do all he could to provide for you so you would have the opportunity to follow your dreams.

He would not let that tender heart of yours be tarnished by greed or hatred.

Even if he had to lose his own humanity to achieve it.. he promised himself he would never force you to fend for yourself…

That he would protect you, no matter the consequences…

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