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Amusement Park Shenanigans
Alternate title: Never agree to go to an amusement park w/ Gojo.
Characters: Switch!Yuji, Lee!Nanami(technically switch!Nanami, but only briefly.) Ler!Gojo, Megumi, Nobara. (brief mentions of Shoko, Suguru and Haibara.)
Genre: Fluff (also some hurt/comfort if you squint enough at certain points)
Word count: 6388
Description: Gojo decides to take the students to the amusement park, and drags a very unwilling Nanami along with them... after trying to failing to convince Gojo to let him leave, and one too many grumpy remarks from Nanami, Gojo decides to do what Gojo does best... cause absolute chaos.
Part 2: (click here)
It was a comfortable day, the weather was beginning to cool down as they just entered into fall. The leaves began to change into varying shades of amber or red, and everyone seemed a bit more light and cheerful at the beauty of the changing season.
Well… not quite everyone…
You may not be very light or cheerful if you were stuck at an amusement park chaperoning a gaggle of students.
“Can we leave now?”
“Aw come on, Nanami,” Gojo pouted. “Lighten up! We're at an amusement park, you mean to tell me you're not having any fun?”
Or if you were Kento Nanami.
“Not in the slightest.” He retorted, still unsure just how he ended up accompanying them to begin with. It’s entirely possible Satoru had suggested he tag along and rather than argue with him, which would require paying attention, he half listened and just agreed to whatever childish assertion he had made.
Satoru grinned at his friend’s discontentment. “Where's your sense of childlike adventure and amazement?? Just look at Yuji, he's having fun.”
The white haired teacher gestured to Yuji, who was currently stumbling around the park like a baby giraffe learning to walk, evidently dizzy from one too many go-arounds on the rollercoaster they just returned from.
They had stopped in an out of the way area of the park so that the boy could recover… which evidently wasn’t going well.
The pink haired teen eventually lost his fight with gravity and fell over, if this had been a cartoon you probably could have seen stars circling around his head.
“See? Childlike amazement.”
Yuji gave a grin to the others, a dazed look on his face. “I'm having so much fun!! Just tell me when the ride is over!”
Nanami gives the boy a silent look of concern as he sighs.
“Alright alright, take five, ya finger eating freak.” Gojo laughed and bent down to pat the pinkette on the head. “But hey, don't just take Itadori’s word for it--” Suddenly Gojo was beside Nanami, whispering to him. “Because the kid is a little… strange.”
The next moment, Gojo was beside Megumi, who had a bright pink sakura flower balloon tied to his wrist and looked as though he was being held there against his will. “Megumi, you're having fun with your beloved sensei's, right?”
Megumi grunted in annoyance. “Somehow this is worse than that time you rented a bouncy house when I was ten…”
“Hey, kids love bouncy houses!” Gojo argued.
“Too bad it wasn't for them.” The edgy teen sighed, recalling what was apparently a painful memory for him.
Satoru pouted, pinching his emo son’s side, producing an uncharacteristic yip from the boy. “You can't argue that it wasn't a totally fun Friday night!”
“Fine… allow me to rephrase my question.” Nanami readjusted his sunglasses with a sigh, not bothering to cover up his annoyance with being dragged to a place full of people on one of his mythical days off. “Can I leave now?”
“Haaaah?? Why would you want to leave???” Gojo reacted as though he'd just witnessed a terrible accident in slow motion… kind of like Megumi recalling the bounce house incident . “This is family bonding day! And last time I checked you're still part of this family-- whether you like it or not!!” he quickly added at the end, sensing Nanami was about to deny it.
Nanami glanced at the group of kids they were chaperoning. “You know I hate amusement parks.” He said, this time quieter so only Satoru could hear him.
Gojo blinked in confusion from behind his sunglasses as he tried to pull a lost sequence from his memory. Did he know that? Now that he mentions it… he did recall something about an amusement park… but what?
While Satoru was silent (for once), Nanami took this as his chance to really try to convince him. “And besides… I doubt the kids would even notice I'm gone.”
Satoru stared blankly at the blonde, still attempting to force the two remaining neurons that weren’t focused on being a menace to spark the memory that was just evading his grasp… Can you hear the dial up tone?
“Hey… that’s not true!” Yuji interjected, pulling himself together as he stumbled towards his father figure. “I’d notice you were gone.”
Nanami’s face softened as he looked at Yuji. “Itadori… wouldn’t you have more fun running around with your friends? I’ll just slow you all down.” he responded, his tone less harsh than before.
“No way, I won’t have nearly as much fun without you here.” He frowned, hitting Nanami with one of the classics… the puppy dog eyes. (dun dun dunnnn)
“Y-Yuji.” Kento warned, shifting his gaze uncomfortably away from his student but no matter where he looked there Yuji was… leaning more and more into the act.
“OH! I remember now!” Gojo said suddenly, inadvertently startling Yuji and causing him to fall over, evidently still not fully recovered from all the roller coaster rides.
Nanami flinched inwardly as Gojo leaned closer to him. “What?”
“Come on, Kento… how can you say no to that sweet boy? He looks like he’s about to cry…” The chaotic teacher cooed at Yuji as he resumed his puppy dog eyes… from his new spot sitting on the ground.
Nanami huffed, turning away again as he crossed his arms. “Itadori… Just because that works on Megumi and Gojo doesn’t mean it’s going to work on me..”
“How hurtful! I think you owe us an apology for being so grumpy…” Satoru mused, winking at Yuji as if to tell him to follow his lead.
“I am not apologizing to you…” Kento grumbled, briefly shooting a glare to the white haired man.
“No? Be reeeeeally sure about that before you respond.” Gojo warned the blonde teacher.
“I said no.”
Satoru sighed softly with an almost threatening grin on his face, slowly slipping his sunglasses off and attaching them to his shirt collar. “I didn’t want to do this… but you leave me no choice.”
Nanami scoffed and turned back around to face him, upon locking eyes with the older man, he felt a familiar wave of panic flood over him. “Satoru…” Panic he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Gojo grinned even more as he rolled up his sleeves, approaching him slowly. “Yes, Kento?”
“Wh-What are you doing…?”
Kento mentally swore at himself for backing away from Satoru, he should be standing his ground right now… but that look… he recognized that look a little too well. And he didn't like it… (or did he?)
“Well, since you’re being such a grump I figured I’d fix your attitude for you.” Gojo hummed, a predatory glimmer in his eyes as he began to close the gap between them, raising his hands. “A few pokes here, a few squeezes there… and a whole bunch of tickles right there and voila! Good as new! One happy giggly Nanami ready to spend time with us without much complaint!”
Nanami’s eyes widened as he felt the color drain from his face. “Satoru… I will end you if you do this in front of the students.” he hissed as he began to back away again.
“What students? They’ve all scampered off… well, except for that kiddo right there.”
As if on cue, Itadori hooked his arms around Nanami from behind, grinning at the soft gasp he received. “What's wrong, Sensei? You look a little nervous…” the teen grinned.
“Itadori,” Nanami struggled in his hold to no avail, Yuji was using all of his strength to contain the stoic teacher in a bear hug, pinning his arms to his sides to stop him from breaking free. “if you don't let me go right now, so help me…”
“Threatening the students now, Nanami??” Gojo gasped melodramatically, slowly reaching his hands forward towards his squirming torso. “I'm shocked! Now I really have no choice but to adjust your attitude~”
Kento paused, his eyes catching sight of the slightly wiggling fingers that were inching closer. He felt another wave of panic rush over him, but attempted to not let it show, steeling his face as he forced himself to look away from Satoru. “Yuji… please let me go. I'm sorry for upsetting you.” He tried his hand at reasoning with the student as a last resort.
Unfortunately, he didn't receive any support there either. Yuji smiled, angling his head upwards to rest his chin on the back of Nanami’s shoulder. “There's no need to be sorry… I know crowds aren't really your scene.” He sympathized. “But… I did mean what I said. I do want you here… so I'm sorry for ambushing you like this.”
“Oh, so you can apologize to him, but not me??”
“Of course I can, I actually care about him.” Nanami retorted dryly, despite his impending doom.
Satoru gasped, his eyes dancing with amusement. He leaned in closer, speaking in a quieter tone. “You know, Nanami… if you wanted to be smothered with tickles so badly, all you had to do was ask~”
Satoru leaned back, allowing his teasing words to sink in for full effect before cracking his knuckles dramatically. “Alright Itadori, make sure to hold him niiiice and still for me, okay? Our dear sweet Nanami here turns into a wiggle-worm when he gets laughing.” he grinned as Yuji nodded in support, tightening his arms around him, but not so much so that it caused him any real discomfort.
“Both of you… this is ridiculous.” Nanami sighed, hoping if he didn't give the reaction he was looking for hoping that he'd grow bored quickly and go back to whining… as much as Kento hated his incessant whining. “Can you both stop being so chi--” he promptly stopped mid sentence as he felt Satoru grab his sides, lightly fluttering his grip.
“I'm sorry, what was that Nanami?” Gojo grinned. “I didn't quite catch that… what should we stop being?”
Kento took a subtle steadying breath, locking eyes with his tormenter with a blank look on his face. He didn't even dare to so much as flinch when Gojo touched him.
“As I was saying… can you both stop being so childish?” He answered calmly, outwardly unfazed by the maddeningly light teasing touches Satoru was administering to his sides.
Inwardly though… he was struggling to maintain his composure, trying desperately not to show any signs of weakness despite how god awfully, completely and utterly ticklish it felt...
“Childish? Nanami… there's nothing wrong with a little tickling, It serves as a great bonding experience!” Satoru said cheerfully, leaning in closer to tease the blonde. “Especially when you're as ticklish as we both know you are…~”
Nanami choked back his retort, focusing his efforts on keeping his icy composure. “Satoru… the last time you… did this- was when we were in school together.” He reminded his colleague, careful with his words so as not to fluster himself any further than he already was inside. “I've long since grown out of that childish sensitivity…”
But unfortunately nothing slips past Satoru and his infamous Six Eyes, the cheeky little bastard.
“Oho, did you now?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at his bold assertion, taking his defiance as a full blown challenge. “Well in that case, you shouldn't mind this then… right?”
He walked his fingers slowly up and down his sides, inching closer to his ribs with each trip up.
Nanami broke eye contact with him in an attempt to not react, feeling flustered at the teasing look in his eyes. “Of course I mind it… I don't like being touched by you.”
Yuji blinked, surprised at his calm and even tone. Had this been him instead of Nanami he would've been on the ground in a heap of giggles by now. “Hmm…”
Gojo knew better though, he knew he was slowly chipping away at his defenses. He could see the subtle cues, feel his muscles twitching. “Yes, Yuji? What ails you, my dear boy?” He asked, glancing over Kento’s shoulder to meet Yuji’s gaze- well, what he could glimpse of it with how the pinkette had his face angled, anyway.
“Maybe he's right,” Itadori said with a note of genuine seriousness. “Maybe he's not ticklish anymore… I know I'd be a mess right now.”
“Well, that's because you're hopelessly ticklish~” Gojo teased his student with a wink, grinning at the flustered look Itadori shot him. “So is Nanami though, maybe even just as bad as you.”
Nanami clenched his jaw in aggravation, barely resisting the urge to blush. “I am not. And stop talking about me like I'm not here!”
“But he's not reacting… not even his breathing is off.” Itadori ignored his teacher's protest, continuing to converse with Satoru.
“Well, Itadori, that's because Nanami here is what we call; ✨stubborn✨, and also shy.” Gojo grinned at his students' newfound curiosity, using this to his advantage as another form of teasing. “He needs some gentle reassurances that it's okay if he gives in to the nice tickly tickles and starts blushing and giggling like a schoolboy.”
“Shut up. I most certainly do not giggle.” Nanami hissed in protest, feeling his face flush.
Whoopsie, that was a big chunk of his facade chipped away, watch your step everyone…
“Aww, see? He's already getting blushy.” Gojo cooed, brushing his fingertips against the bottom of the blonde's ribs. “It's okay, Kento… I don't mind being patient. That cute little laugh of yours is well worth the wait.”
Nanami took a sharp intake of breath, hating the feeling of how each gentle swipe across his ticklish midsection was chipping away at his sanity. “It's not… cute.” He forced out from behind gritted teeth.
Itadori raised an eyebrow, feeling his sensei tremble ever so slightly in his hold. “Does he really have a cute laugh?” He asked, grinning.
“No!”
Gojo laughed at Kento's quick rebuttal. “Yuji, come now, what about Nanami isn't utterly adorable~?” He continued dancing his fingertips lightly across what wasn't blocked off of Kento's ribs. “You know what's reeeeeally adorable about him?”
“What's that?”
“That he can't handle being teased... He gets extra giggly and blushy~” Gojo grinned, leaning in to speak quietly to Yuji, but just loud enough for Kento to still hear. This somehow made the snarky bastard's teases worse.
“Dammit… st-stop it already…!” Nanami huffed, squirming uselessly.
“Naaanami… does this tiiiiickle?” He teased, cooing at him like a damn toddler.
The younger teacher let out a growl of frustration, turning his head to face away from Gojo in a weak attempt to hide his darkening blush. He felt his body beginning to tremble as Gojo completely demolished his defenses.
“Come onnn… let us hear that adorable laugh~” he grinned, deciding to take things up a notch. He honed in on the sensitive spots between his ribs, giving light scratches to the area.
“Stop… I mean it…” he growled, forcing back any embarrassing sounds that may have tried to escape his throat.
“What's this?? Do I see a smile on your face? but I thought you weren't ticklish anymore, Kento. What gives?” Gojo teased, grinning devilishly.
“Maybe he's finally starting to have fun spending time with us.” Yuji grinned. Thanks Yuji… we knew we could count on you to not bully Nanami too.
“Ooo, maybe! Does that mean you're actually going to ride the Ferris wheel with me?”
“Not on your life.” Kento hissed, his lips trembling as they formed a panicky smile.
“Aww! You're so mean to me…” Satoru whined, an evil glimmer in his eyes as he stilled his movements. “Fine then, since you're going to be so mean, maybe I'll go for your extra tickly spots… now where were those again…?”
Nanami froze up as he felt Gojo pull a hand back to tap his chin in thought. In the process of doing so, he skimmed his fingertips against Nanami's waist, more specifically along the edge of his stomach. “S-Satoru…”
“Where oh where were those…” Gojo mumbled to himself, unable to keep the grin off of his face as he dropped his other hand, his fingers grazing Nanami's hip. “Oh… I just can't remember… the years are really starting to affect my memory!” He reached up to gently tap Kento's forehead to add emphasis to his words, but on the way up he brushed his fingers lightly against his neck.
Each ‘accidental’ touch, caused Nanami to flinch, the older of the two making sure his victim was well aware he knew exactly where his worst spots were… in his own chaotic Gojo way, of course.
“It’s a shame, really.” Satoru sighed, while he had Nanami distracted and on edge he mouthed a command to Yuji.
The pinkette grinned mischievously, nodding his compliance as Nanami watched his other teacher cautiously.
“But, what can ya do? That's just life… as we get older, we become slower to react.” The white haired man shrugged, making sure both of his hands were perfectly visible as he did so.
And that's when he struck.
Itadori, without moving too much, reached down with a clawed hand and clawed into the spot along his waist that Satoru had sneakily pointed out earlier, having seen that Yuji was paying attention. (For once.)
Nanami gasped sharply, barking out an involuntary laugh. Shock crashing over him. “No, I-Ihihitadohohori!” The dam finally broke, laughter pouring freely from his lips. “Wahahahait!”
Satoru let out a low whistle. “What's this? I thought big scary Nanami wasn't ticklish anymore?” He smirked.
Nanami blushed, unable to stop the laughter that spilled forth. “Gojoho Ihihihi swehehear… I'm gonnahaha kihihihill you!” He threatened, though his words were… less than intimidating to say the least.
“Wow, you were actually right, Gojo.” Yuji chuckled. “His laugh is pretty cute.”
“Itadorihihi Hohohow could youhuhu?!” Kento's complaints about Yuji's betrayal were broken up by his warm, light laughter.
Yuji grinned, moving around with his writhing teacher. “You also weren't kidding, he's really squirmy!”
Gojo smiled at the two of them, his mischief briefly shifted into warmth as he was brought back to a happier time.
Watching Yuji and Nanami now, he sees years of anguish and pain melt away even if just for a moment.
For that moment, Satoru can see a young Nanami being absolutely destroyed with tickles by Haibara, Geto and himself while Shoko shakes her head and giggles at their antics.
It's definitely been far too long.
Gojo blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “Geez Yuji, I told you to keep him still.” He chuckled at how Itadori was practically hanging off of Nanami's back as Nanami had managed to double over with laughter.
“Hey, it's a lot harder than it looks!” Yuji laughed, his fingers dancing relentlessly along the side of his stomach.
“You have superhuman strength and can call on the power of the king of curses… and this is difficult for you?”
“Listen--” Yuji laughed again. “I can be strong all I want, but there's only so much I can do without any help!”
“Surprisingly wise words from you, Itadori.” Gojo grinned mischievously. “Alright alright, I'll help.”
He reached forward, grabbing a hold of Nanami whilst simultaneously administering some quick sneaky tickles to Itadori.
“Hehehey! Do you want mehe to fall?!” Yuji complained, trying to shift away from Gojo's soft pokes and scribbles while keeping his balance.
“Ehh… you've already fallen twice today… What's a third time?” He grinned, tickling Itadori’s neck with one hand, and targeting Nanami's hip with the other.
“Nohoho! Sahahatoru gehehet away!” Nanami laughed, trying desperately to escape the two tickle monsters he had attached to him.
Itadori let out a childish squeal as he flailed, finally falling off of Nanami’s back. He still had a partial grip on his mentor and ended up pulling him to the ground with him.
Gojo laughed, releasing both of them from his tickly hold.
Nanami had managed to twist around, catching Itadori and breaking his fall with his arm.
Itadori giggled softly as he recovered from the tickles. He felt Nanami carefully press his hand into the back of his neck, then his shoulder, then brush against the back of his head silently assessing the teen making sure he wasn't hurt.
Had it been Gojo who had fallen with him, he wouldn't have cared, and not bothered trying to break his fall. But since it was Itadori- he didn't want him to get hurt.
Once he determined Yuji was okay his body went limp, resting back against the ground while he focused on steadying his breathing.
“Thanks a lot, Gojo…” Yuji huffed, a smile still etched on his face.
“To be fair, I didn't say who I was helping...” Gojo teased, kneeling down beside the teen.
Kento huffed indignantly, his arms tightly wrapped around his middle as he caught his breath. “You're both terrible…”
Satoru turned his gaze to Nanami, an evil smile on his lips. “Oh, Kento… you didn't honestly think I was done with you yet, did you?” His blue eyes sparkled with a predatory glimmer as he launched himself onto the blonde, thanks to limitless Nanami wasn’t able to put up much fight.
“Really?” Nanami glared up at him, his sunglasses long since fallen off his face from all his struggling earlier.
Satoru smiled triumphantly from his spot on Nanami’s thighs.
“You can’t even take me on without the use of your stupid limitless ability?” The stern teacher asked dryly, knowing any struggling his did would be pointless. He wasn’t going anywhere as long as Satoru kept limitless active.
“I thought I’d save us some time… we both know I was gonna overpower you anyways.” Gojo grinned, leaning down and draping his body lazily across Nanami’s to keep him more securely in place, and in doing so he was able to murmur teases into his ear. “All I’d have to do to get the upper hand is…”
He grabbed a hold of the blonde’s hip and began squeezing them relentlessly. “This…”
Nanami gasped sharply, unable to grab the offending hands because again, limitless. “Sahahatoru! D-Dahahahammit stop!”
“Or this…” Satoru shifted his hands upwards, scribbling his blunt nails against the sides of his stomach over his shirt, drawing even louder laughter from the blonde. The fact he could barely move to protect himself made it so much worse.
“Or… this.” Gojo grinned, pressing his lips to his neck and blowing a raspberry against it whilst administering gentle scritches.
“SHIHIHIHIHIT!” Poor Nanami couldn’t even arch his back with Gojo a firm weight against him.
“I think you should’ve just rode the ferris wheel with me.” Satoru teased, blowing another raspberry.
“EHEHEHENouGH Alreheheheady! Ahahahaha!”
“I thought you didn’t giggle, Nanami sensei.” Yuji grinned in amusement, sneaking in some teasing pokes to what he could access of Nanami’s ribs.
Gojo grinned, angling his body in a way that the pinkette had more access the right side of his body while still keeping him firmly held down.
“You didn’t seriously-” small raspberry. “--believe him over me-” slightly bigger raspberry. “--did you?” BIIIIIG raspberry, followed by what Kento would firmly deny was a squeal. Because if he doesn't giggle, then he CERTAINLY doesn’t squeal.
Itadori giggled at his reactions, scooting closer to scribble his fingers up and down the side of his ribcage. “No, but I also didn’t have a basis to doubt Nanami either.”
“Oh yes you did.” Gojo laughed, pulling his face away from the blonde’s neck to glance at Itadori. “You had to know he was lying the minute he denied being ticklish still.”
Well fine… If he can’t get Satoru then… “Ihihihi-- I thohohohught Ihi told you tohoho stahap talking about mehehe like I’m not here!” Kento shot his hand out, grabbing hold of Yuji’s side and giving it fluttery squeezes, drawing surprised laughter from the student.
“Aieee! Hehehehehey! Hohohohow are you moving?! Stahahap that!” Yuji squealed as Kento latched onto his ribs next. “Gohohohohojo hehehehelp!”
“Nahhh… You’re a big boy… you can deal with him yourself.” Satoru grinned, alternating between his hip and stomach side with gentle scratches. “It’ll be a good training exercise for you… let me juuust… piss him off a little more for ya~”
“Gohohohohojo!”
“Sahahahahtoru, I swehehehear to god!”
Satoru ignored both of their protests, pushing his shirt up so he could attack his exposed skin directly. “So If my memory serves correctly, your ticklish spots are as follows,” he grinned, sitting upright. “Hips, Neck, this cute spot here~” he emphasized by fluttering his fingers briefly against his stomach sides. “Ribs are decently tickly… Am I missing anything, Nanami? Am I hitting all the nice tickly spots?”
“S-Satoru… dohon’t.”
“Don’t what? I didn’t even say anything yet.”
“I mean it…”
Satoru grinned. “But Kento, I promised to smother you with tickles… and I wouldn’t wanna disappoint you. So come on, answer my question~”
“Go to hell.” He hissed in response.
Gojo’s grin widened. Welp, nice knowing ya, Nanami.
“On second thought, maybe I will help you, Itadori.” He reached out and grabbed Nanami’s wrist and yanked it away from the pinkette, pinning it above his head quickly and firmly. In a flash, he snatched his other hand and pinned it above his head as well.
Yuji fell back with his arms around his midsection, giggling softly as he panted from the after tickles.
“Gojo, let me go right now.” Kento growled.
Satoru leaned down, grinning that evil grin at him. “Do you really think you're in a position to give me orders?”
“What are you… no… don’t you dare-- nononono!”
Gojo leaned down further, pressing his lips against Kento's exposed stomach and blowing a giant raspberry against it, eliciting an honest to god shriek in response.
“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAD DAHAHAHAHAHAMMIT!” He let out another shriek as the arrogant teacher dispensed yet another devastating raspberry against his toned abdomen.
Yuji sat up, stunned by the sound of his loud laughter. “Holy shit, Gojo don’t kill him!”
The teacher in question grinned, placing another raspberry against a different spot on his stomach. “Jealous, kid? Don’t worry, I have plenty of tickles to go around.” He winked at the pink haired student, who giggled nervously and wrapped his arms around himself subconsciously.
“GOHOHOHOHJO STAHAHAHAHAHAAP!” Nanami pressed out between deep belly laughs, his face flushed and his eyes tightly shut.
“Aww, but why when you’re having so much fun?” Gojo teased, placing another raspberry. “I remember this used to be your favorite~”
“I SWEHEHEHEHEAR TO GAHAHAHAD, I WIHIHIHILL EHEHEHEND YOU!”
“Man, you’ve definitely gotten more stubborn and resilient… usually by now you would’ve been apologizing profusely and crying with laughter while begging me to stop.” Gojo chuckled, pausing his ruthless onslaught. “Or maybe…”
He leaned back to admire his handiwork, Kento a breathless blushing mess beneath him. “Maybe you don’t really want me to stop…” his grin widened when he saw Nanami open his eyes and attempt to glare at him.
“W-Why would… you possibly think that… i…” He gasped out softly, still attempting to catch his breath.
“Well… why else would you be so grumpy and resistant this whole time unless you wanted to egg me on?”
“To be fair… he is normally like this.” Yuji pointed out.
Satoru shifted so that he could hold both of Nanami’s arms down with one hand, using his newly freed hand to administer swift tickles to Itadori’s side. “Excuse me, but whose side are you on anyway???”
Yuji squealed and recoiled sharply from Gojo’s skilled fingers. “Ihihi wahahas just being hohohonest!”
“And now you’ve distracted me and given him time to think out his response,” Satoru huffed. “You’re definitely gonna get it later, now.”
Itadori squeaked, wrapping himself back up with his arms.
“Well Kento? I’m waiting, why are you egging it on if you don’t like it?” The older teacher turned his attention back to the now less breathless blonde, thanks to the intermission brought to you by Itadori and his big fat mouth.
“Because I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of breaking, that’s why.” He retorted, his face less flushed than previously.
“Ehh! wrong!” Satoru unleashed another tickle attack, his fingers scribbling all across his neck. “Try again!”
“Sahahahahatoru Stahahap!”
“Not until you admit it.” Gojo smirked.
“Ahahahadmit whahahahat?”
“Admit you missed being wrecked, ya big softie!” He cooed, tracing his fingers along each rib.
“I dihihihihidn’t!” Nanami yelped, squirming as much as he could under his colleague’s technique.
“Wrong again. Itadori, be a peach and come help me, won’t you? It seems Nanami requires more reassurance.”
“Ihihihitadori dohohohon’t!”
“You’re not going to tickle me again, are you?” Itadori asked carefully, eyeing his teacher suspiciously.
“I will if you don’t get your ass over here In the next five seconds.” he responded, an evil glimmer in his eyes.
Itadori let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper as he quickly shuffled over.
“Gojo, Itadori… don’t even--” His protest was interrupted by another shriek as Gojo blew a massive raspberry against his stomach side.
He released Nanami’s wrists, which Yuji instantly snatched up and pinned down. Gojo used his newly freed hands to drill his thumbs into Kento’s hips as he continued his torturous trail of raspberries and tickly death along his stomach area.
“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAHAHATORU DOHOHOHOHNT!”
“You know how to make it stop, Nanami~” Gojo hummed, administering another devastatingly massive raspberry against the side of his stomach.
“JUHUHUHUST WAHAHAHAIT UNTIL I GEHEHET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHIHITCH!” The usually stoic teacher threatened between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.
Yuji snickered quietly. “He’s definitely stubborn...” the pink haired teen grinned, shifting so that he could pin Nanami’s hands down with his knee. “Let me take a crack at it!”
He began to claw at his mentors exposed ribcage, his fingers gentle but quick as they expertly sought out sensitive spots. “Nanami~ Does this tiiiiickle?” Yuji teased.
“IHIHIHITADORI! KNOHOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OFF! STAHAHAP HELPING HIM!”
Gojo chuckled, pausing his attack to glance up at Itadori. “You’re getting pretty good at this, I’ve taught you well~”
Yuji grinned at the praise from Satoru. “Heh… thanks. I’m just doing what tickles really bad from my own experience.”
The pinkette noticed the higher he moved up Nanami’s ribs, the more he struggled. “Gojo… are you sure those were all of Nanami’s ticklish spots you named off earlier…?”
“Hmmmm? Think I missed a spot?” Satoru played along, grinning that cheshire grin at his student. “It’s entirely possible… he never did confirm or deny if I named ‘em all.”
“Nanami?” Yuji looked down as he stilled his hands, allowing his teacher to attempt to catch his breath. “Did he miss a spot?” he asked innocently, but that smile on his face was anything but.
“I swehehear to god…” He panted. “Whehen I get my hands on you…”
“Now Nanami… that doesn’t sound like an answer to his question~” Gojo grinned, prodding his stomach side and producing a small yelp.
“It’s okay, Gojo.” Yuji responded with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “I’ll find out for myself.”
Then he struck. Digging mercilessly wiggling fingers into his armpits.
And boy, did Nanami absolutely lose it. Any semblance of composure? Yeah no, gone, we don’t know her.
Much like Yuji isn’t going to know peace when Nanami gets his hands on him. Rip Yuji lol.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He absolutely howled with laughter, struggling with all his might to break free. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!”
“WHOA! Gojo you didn’t just miss a ticklish spot, you missed the ticklish spot!” Yuji found himself laughing along with his mentor in amusement.
“It looks that way,” Satoru smiled, shaking his head. “So, Kento? Anything you wanna say?”
He grinned, leaning down and placing his elbows on either side of the hysterical blonde, resting his face on his hands as he watched him. In doing this, he was almost entirely draped over him again, greatly limiting his movements.
“SAHAHAHATORU I HAHAHAHATE YOU!”
Satoru chuckled, “Not quite… I think what you mean’t to say was, ‘Satoru, I actually love spending time with all of you.’ and ‘I actually like being tickled.’”
Yuji giggled, speeding up his tickles.
“GAHAHAHAHA! I-I CAHAHAHANT… PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He cried with laughter, tears prickling at the corners of his tightly shut eyes. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE YUHUHUHUJI!”
For a moment, Itadori felt a little bad and looked at Gojo, who shook his head. “Trust me, kid… you’re gonna wanna keep going.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me.” was the blue eyed teacher’s vague and careful response.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter started to become hoarse as he tried to hide his face in his bicep. “OKAHAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHIHI’LL RIDE THE STUHUHUHUPID FERRIS WHEEL WIHIHITH YOU!”
“Noooo… we’re way past that, the other paaaart.” Satoru reminded teasingly, pinching his side.
“AHAHAHA! FIHIHIHIHINE!! I LIHIHIHIKE SPEHEHEHENDING TIME WITH YOUHUHUHU GUYS!”
“Aaaaand?”
Oh, Gojo was sooooooo going to get it when he got ahold of him.
“What the hell are you guys doing?”
Yuji looked up, grinning upon seeing Megumi standing there; pink balloon and all. “Hey Megu-- ACK!”
Nobara came running out of nowhere and knocked Yuji off of Nanami. “Hey, stop picking on Nanami!” she scolded.
Satoru sighed, grinning. Eh… close enough. He rolled off of Nanami lazily, remaining propped up on his elbows next to him.
“Ow! Jeez Nobara! It’s not like I was hurting him or anything, you didn’t have to knock me over.” He mumbled, sitting up.
“He very clearly was struggling to breathe.” Megumi pointed out, eyeing Satoru. “I’m gonna guess this was your idea?”
“How’d ya know, Gumi?” He asked cheerfully.
“Whenever there’s chaos going on you’re the cause.” The edgy teen pointed out, sitting on the ground with the others to feel included.
“Are you okay, sensei?” Nobara asked, helping Nanami up into a sitting position. “Want me to kick his ass?”
The blonde shook his head, a smile still on his face as he struggled to catch his breath. “No… That won’t… be necessary…”
Yuji giggled, leaning over and hugging Nanami. “Sorry I went a little overboard… It was just really nice to see and hear you laugh… I hope you’re not too mad at me.”
Nanami sighed as he (mostly) caught his breath, he reached up and hooked his arm around Yuji’s shoulders, cupping the back of his head as he pulled him closer into the hug. “I’m not mad… embarrassed, but not mad…”
“Why are you embarrassed?” Yuji pulled back slightly to look up at him, confused.
Nanami retorted with a ‘You’re joking, right?’ expression on his face.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, we all goof around like this all the time.” Itadori grinned, beaming up at Megumi, who quickly looked away to avoid blushing at the implication. He then turned his gaze to Nobara, who also looked away with a casual whistle.
“He’s right,” Satoru chimed in, sitting upright. “It just means we really like you when we pick on you like this.” Yuji nodded in agreement.
“You could like me a little less.” Kento muttered.
“You rested enough to chase down Itadori?” Satoru asked, grinning.
“Not quite…”
“Why would he chase me down?” Yuji pulled away from Nanami, eyeing the stern teacher carefully.
“Ohhh… I forgot to tell you.” Gojo grinned more. “Yeah, there’s a reason I ‘forgot’ his worst spot… It’s because he absolutely destroys anyone who targets it as retaliation.”
Yuji squeaked, noticing the evil glimmer in Nanami’s eyes.
“Yeahhh… Let’s just say ratio can be used for more than pain… Suguru and I learned that one the hard way.” He snickered at the terrified look on Itadori’s face.
“Y-You set me up!”
“I did nothing of the sort, you’re the one who decided to try that spot.” Satoru grinned. “I’d probably start running if I were you… the more tired he is the more head start you have, and since you’ve wasted so much time letting him recover… I’d say you have about a minute to get as far as humanly possible before he hunts you down.”
Yuji yelped and sprung up, taking Gojo’s advice and running away, causing the others to laugh.
“Hey, Megumi, where’d your balloon go?” Nobara asked.
Megumi smirked and shrugged. “Beats me…”
Nanami was about to get up and go after the pinkette when Gojo leaned forward, hugging his colleague, causing him to tense up. “I’m sorry, Kento… I forgot you used to go to the amusement park with Haibara on the weekends…” he whispered. “But I think he would still want you to go out and have fun… I know Suguru would want that for me.”
Nanami untensed, frowning as he thought about his deceased best friend. He hugged him back hesitantly. “I miss him… a lot…”
“I know… I do too.”
After a moment they let go. “Hey Satoru…?”
“Yea?”
“...Thanks…” He looked away as he quietly continued. “I… needed that.”
Gojo grinned. “Anytime, buddy~”
Nanami looked around curiously. “Now then, which way did Itadori go? I need to have a talk with him…”
“He went that way.” Nobara pointed off in a direction.
“He should be pretty easy to spot,” Megumi said casually, sipping his drink. “Just look for the person running frantically with a pink sakura balloon attached to his belt.”
Nanami smirked, nodding his thanks as he got up and took off after the pink haired teen.
“I so wanna see this…” Nobara giggled, getting up too. “You coming, Megumi?”
The raven haired teen shook his head, to which Nobara shrugged at and went running after them. “Nanami sensei, wait up! I wanna help!!”
Satoru chuckled and shook his head before turning to address his adopted son. “Did ya have fun today, kiddo?” he asked as he ruffled his dark hair.
Megumi grunted in response.
A shriek nearby distracted them momentarily, causing them both to laugh. Evidently Yuji had been caught.
“I’ve had worse days.” The teen answered, standing up with his parental figure.
Gojo grinned, his face brightening as he threw his arm around his edgy emo son’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they began walking. He knew that was Fushiguro for; ‘Yes dad, I had a wonderful time today.’
“Good. Now then… let’s go get some snacks or something, I saw they were selling cotton candy as big as your head at one of these stalls…”
“I'd be more impressed if they had cotton candy the size of your mouth.”
#jjk tickle#jujutsu kaisen tickle#sfw tickling community#tword community#tickle content#tickle fanfic#Lee!Nanami#Ler!Gojo#Switch!Yuji#Lee!Nanami my beloved#Gojo being Gojo xD#this started as a joke in my brain#but then i just started coming up with funnier ideas while i was heading home from work#and i was driven by my desire to add to the lee!Nanami population wheeeeee#Gojo is a teasy bastard ler and you can't convince me otherwise#poor nanami never stood a chance#yuji my sweet summer child...#how easily youre roped into his shenanigans#okay but ratio being used to make ticklish people even more ticklish??? where do i sign???#Suguru and Satoru both being little shits and getting wrecked by ticklish!ratio brings me so much serotonin <3#megumi is a mood as usual#he's so fed up with everyones shit but still plays along because he likes to be included#whoops how did that balloon get there?#p.s nanami totally didn't mind the tickles bye#I intended to add Inumaki & Maki & even Panda but didn't want to make this even longer#whoopsies...#also rip Yuji#he's probably deceased now that Nanami got ahold of him#Gojo's next lmao#I kept cracking up laughing at the childlike amazement part and i'm not even sorry for it
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Unspoken
Nanami Kento x Reader (angst)
All his life he knew that he would die protecting others so imagine his surprise when he found someone he wanted to live for. Whether he liked it or not the baker had made their way into his heart and for once he wanted something for himself. When work got tough he would imagine them caring for him when he got home, the smell of fresh baked goods infiltrating his nose, bringing an escape he desperately needed. He planned to marry the girl who held his heart, the one promise he vowed to keep. Yet when sent to Shibuya, without realizing he never had the chance to promise her anything.
The relationship started quite naturally. Everyday the blonde haired man would come to the bakery at exactly 10 am. He would order the same piece of bread, hand the same credit card, say thanks and leave. When he missed days or came late he would order extra as if a sorry for his absence. Other days he would come in with a white haired guy or even a young man wearing a beanie.
What (y/n) hadn’t noticed was how her absence on some days due to sickness or life events, caused the man to bring forth a sense of disappointment when he took notice of her missing figure. Or the ways in which he would try to sneakily ask about her hoping not to raise any suspicion. Nor did she notice how he would swiftly exorcise the curses that loom near and around her shop, so more customers come in. The way he would check on her ready to kill any curse that plagued her.
It wasn’t long before the two got together, anyone could tell how whipped he was for her and how her eyes lingered on him. Oftentimes her employee would see how their boss would set up his order and patiently wait for the bells to chime at 10am indicating he was there. The way her body jerked up ready to go greet him. A year into the relationship Nanami would ask her if she wanted to move in with him. Without a doubt it was hard the first 2 weeks getting used to each other, before long they couldn't imagine living with anyone else.
Once another year passed, Nanami decided it was time his lover's finger was decorated with a ring. Even when tired after work he would go looking for the perfect ring, one that would be able to showcase at least some of the love he held for her. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, she deserved the best and he wasn’t going to give up until he found the right one, even if the fee was hefty. His student saw his eagerness and couldn’t help but help the poor man on his search. Some of them would come to (y/n) shop to distract her in order to buy their teacher some time. Often sending him pictures or doing research on new jewelry places. While his coworkers, especially a certain albino man, would tease him.
He had found the perfect one early october, without looking at the price he immediately bought it. It wasn’t until the ring rested in his pocket next to his body that he felt like no one would steal the precious good before he could buy it. When he got home he was met with an empty house and took the opportunity to hide the ring in his closet in the shoe box he kept on top. Earlier he had sent Itadori and the rest of the first-years to her shop, so he could be sure that (y/n) wouldn't find him sneaking around. After Shibuya, Nanami had planned a much needed vacation for the both of them and it was there in which he wanted to propose to her. On the sandy beaches of Malaysia far from the work that robbed him of much time.
The thought of proposing to her brought a smile on his lips and he used that as a motivation to get through october. All he wanted was to see her in her beautiful dress on the beach, beaming an angelic smile back at him, to hear her say yes. Even in his last moment his thoughts were filled with this image, his arms reaching out towards her.
The pink-haired boy stood in front of the locked bakery, he placed his teacher's death on his shoulders and it was his responsibility to tell the would’ve been widow. People had told him it was fine, someone else could do it. Yet the boy who had witnessed the death, the one who his teacher died for, didn't budge. Building up the courage, holding back the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes for what could have been, he knocked on the door twice. He hears the older woman's voice “Give me a second,i'm coming”. His hands form a fist at his side turning white with the amount of strength he was clenching it, trying to hold in his own emotions.
The door unlocked and opened “Hey, Itadori it's late right now the bakery is closed. Do you need anything…” the woman smiled cheerfully at him, but before she could continue. The tense boy broke down whimpering out the words “Nanami sensei”. His face fell and his hands shooted up holding his face. Sobs ravaged his body as he had become angry at the fact that he couldn’t even give her a moment, but the tear wouldn’t stop no matter how hard he had tried.
When (y/n) had learned about the sorcerer world she knew what she was stepping into, she knew that he could die. Yet, at the time it felt so out of reach, he was so strong and steady, always watching out for others. In her head she couldn’t fathom how the world could kill a man who was so kind. She stood there her hands holding on the door, feeling like without it support she would falter to the floor, being unable to ever get up again. It was as if time had stopped all she could say to the crying boy was, “You’re joking right” her voice already raw without tears. She felt the random strength in her body surge her towards the boy and grasp his shoulder.
It seemed like the payment of this sudden energy were the tears that began rolling down her cheeks, she shook the boy, getting him to look at her. “Please, tell me you’re joking right now, please” she pleaded. The boy only shook his head at the women who he had helped buy a ring for tears lining his eyes once more.
The tears come as if a dam that had been built to block all the tears her entire life had crashed down. Her body could no longer hold on any longer and she dropped the boy following her down embracing her as she mourned the life of the man she had loved with her entire heart. The boy held her crying along only being able to whimper “sorry, I'm so sorry”, apologizing endlessly for the future he felt he had ended.
It took 2 weeks before she could build the strength to walk through their shared apartment. She had been staying at her friend's place and felt like a burden. No matter the difficulty she knew she had to at least try to move on. The key shook in her unsteady hand as she stood in the elevator waiting for the ding that would lead her to the place both of them cherished.
Walking toward the door felt like walking through an endless desert not knowing when one will get water or civilization. Once at the door (y/n) took a deep breath, she knew opening the door would be unleashing a wound she didn't know if she could heal. The key went in and the door was ready, she slowly turned the handle and took all the strength she could muster to open the door and take a step through.
Instantly the memories flooded to her mind as she slowly explored the space again. She had believed she had somehow cried all the tears out of her body feeling a sense of numbness through her. Although the tears didn't fall she felt her heart squish itself as if it wanted her to die on the spot.
The kitchen where Nanami would cook dinner or breakfast when he had the chance, shooing her away saying that she deserved it. The dining room table where they ate their meals together, how he would force her to eat everything on her plate and even track if she had eaten all the nutrients she needed for the day.
To the living room where he would come home, change and lay with her. Her eyes watered when recalling how he would want to watch her favorite series and would try to fight his sleep in order to watch with her. She would catch him trying to watch the show by himself in private at times, so he had something to talk to her about. The place he would give her random presents as a sorry for his absence or where he would lounge watching her bake treats at home, smiling every time she glanced at him.
To the corner next to the tv where they had placed their christmas tree the first time they spent the holidays. Tears fell when she remembered how he gifted her items that she had wanted but was not willing to buy or the time they spent looking for the right tree and ornaments. Or when she tricked him with a mistletoe.
Even the bathroom when she would wash his hair when he was too exhausted to move his hands and the love in his eyes as he watched her do it. The nights she was sick and he would come rushing in holding up her hair, telling her it’ll be okay. To nagging at her for accidentally cutting her finger and carefully treating it, even when she herself had to stitch him up in far worse conditions.
The tears continued to come when she walked into the bedroom still being able to smell his scent. Fear overtook her, she became scared of the fact that his scent could disappear and this was all that was left of it. She was as decently composed as she could be until she opened the closet door and a shoe box fell to her feet.
The box popped open on the floor, reaching down to pick it up, she found a smaller box and a letter. She opened it and what she found devastated her to the point of no return. It was a wedding ring, it was perfect. Tears blinded her in an instant hands shaking she opened up the letter and read.
Dear (Y/N)
Although I am a man of little words, from the moment I bought this ring I knew what I wanted to say the day you walked down that aisle in the beautiful dress. I knew that I would be stunned by your beauty that seemingly grows every time I meet or think about you. In fear of time making you so radiant that these vows become impossible to write, I've chosen to write them right away.
I am a man of many flaws, I often come home exhausted not being able to provide you the liveful companionship that you so truly deserve. Other days my line of work makes me come home late or leave early, sometimes I can leave for days. Yet you, for what reason I don't understand, choose to stay by me. Sleeping on the couch all those late nights to greet me when I enter the door. Even waking up in the earliest hours to help me get ready, never failing to give me a kiss before I go. Rather than getting angry at me for the days I left you alone you greet me with open arms and a smile decorating your face. I don’t know what I did in my last life to deserve you, but I do know I will spend this life time effortlessly working to make sure that the gods above give you to me again in the next. Even if my diligence equals only a minute with you, that's enough.
I remember meeting you the first time in the bakery, you came rushing to the counter to greet me, hair in a messy bun and flour coating your face. The way you eagerly took my order and delicately lay the goods in their containers before giving them to me. I don't know at that time if it was you who anchored me to the store or the desserts you put all your efforts in that drew me, but in that moment all I understood wasI had to come back. Even when my instinct told me not to get attached because I've lived through tragedy, yet my head couldn't stop my heart from finding its way towards you.
The most selfish moment in my life and the most selfless thing you had done for me was choosing to stay, learning who I was. I understood what you gave up in the second you chose me and my desire for you made me pull you even closer. I should have advocated for you to live a life that was more fulfilling but the idea that you wanted me overtook me in ways in which I couldn’t describe.
I know these vows are getting long and this is probably the longest most of you have ever heard me speck. In short (y/n) i wanted you to know that in every lifetime you are, were, and will be the love of life. In fact I chose not to put a last name because I don’t mind taking yours. Similarly to how my name would tell everyone that you were mine, I wouldn't mind carrying a piece of you that would show the world that I am yours. I love you (y/n) and I wanted you to know that in the time we spend apart, I am and will always fight and find my way back to you even if it requires me to crawl inch by inch.
Love is unrequited effort, the blush that paints one's face, heartbeats racing and calming in the presence of another, it means finding joy in the little habits and ways of life, and much more. For me love means you.
The sound of sobs could be heard echoing the room. The only words one would hear were “You bastard, how do i continue without you?”
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Taking Chances
Nanami x reader. A close friendship, a cozy dinner in, and an accidental nap set the stage for a long withheld secret: you're in love with your best friend, and he just might feel the same way. 2.3k words. Kissing, making out, confessions. A repost from a long-abandoned blog.
Nanami Kento was in love.
Of course he wasn't going to admit that to anyone, not even himself. Nor would he admit it to his pompous, loud-mouthed friend who would immediately run and shout it to the world on his behalf. He's especially not going to tell the very person he has these feelings for, because that would only complicate your relationship, and he rather enjoyed the arrangement you have.
Your friendship with him was a familiar one. He wasn’t exactly a comfort in terms of affirming words or gentle touches, but you knew he’d be there for you regardless. He was always around when you needed him most, and if he wasn’t, he managed to find a way to get to you faster than anyone else could. He'd been your date to weddings, to stuffy office parties with cheap liquor and terrible food. He'd seen you through the worst break-up of your life, driving you home at three in the morning after you had tried (and failed) to drink away the pain.
All this time, he'd been your voice of reason, your steadfast, stoic support who never seemed to show his emotions, if he even felt them. Something must be said for the man who was able to keep a straight face in the face of danger or adversity. He'd seen more than enough death and destruction in his lifetime. He'd kept his cool under countless life-threatening situations while barely breaking a sweat.
Perhaps the most dangerous thing of all, however, was the person who had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the last thirty minutes of the movie. You'd invited him over for dinner– you knew he'd take over in the kitchen, and you were right. After he stood by and silently watched you butcher an onion to put in the sauce for your pasta, he slipped in behind you and grabbed the knife so quickly you barely knew what was happening. You smelled him, though, and you closed your eyes for a moment while your heart raced and your hand drifted to your cheek where his hair had barely touched your skin. Turning to find him scraping your poor onion bits into the trash, you laughed, watching him pull another from the pantry and chop it with incredible precision, adding it to the simmering broth on the stove.
Dinner was perfect, of course, the conversation easy and comfortable. He had mentioned having an early day tomorrow, but you'd been a little needy lately, craving companionship. Your best friend was out of town and you'd been a little lonely without her to jabber to every night.
"Stay and watch a movie with me," you said. It wasn't a question. Kento knew it, and with a resigned sigh, he settled in on the couch, looking a little stiff and slightly uncomfortable. You threw a blanket over him and giggled, gasping when he cracked a tiny smile. He didn't move the blanket, though.
You didn't tell him it was a movie you'd watched over and over again. It didn't matter, really; you just wanted him to stay. Aren't we all a little clingy now and then? you thought to yourself, feeling your eyes grow heavy. Just for a minute, you thought, closing your eyes, your body heavy with exhaustion.
The subtle weight of your head on his shoulder was a little surprising to him. He turned to look down at you and froze for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Instinct told him to lift your head, but he let you rest there instead as he took in the relaxed, peaceful expression on your face, your lashes pillowed against your cheek, lips slightly parted. A strange thing happened then– Kento blushed, letting out his breath after he realized he’d been holding it for a few seconds too long. The movie played on in the background and he completely missed the ending, but he didn’t mind. Truth be told, he wasn’t all that invested in it anyway.
Tentatively, he raised a hand and smoothed it over the crown of your head, lowering his face slowly to press his lips against your hairline with a sharp inhale through the nose. He’d been close to you before, of course, but something about the intimacy of your tiny apartment and your shallow, steady breathing painted you in a different light that he’d never experienced, but had perhaps dreamed of on his own lonely nights. Friendships like yours were one in a million, and he’d loathe the day it was over if he admitted his love for you and you refused it. It was risky, he knew.
But so was not telling you.
Gently, so as not to rouse you, he shifted so that he could stand, making sure to support your head so it didn’t fall when he moved his shoulder away. Your soft, sleepy moan took him by surprise and his face grew hot. He stopped, watching your pretty eyes flutter open and try to focus on his face.
“Kento?” you said, blinking slowly.
He swallowed hard. “You, ah, fell asleep. I should go.”
You rubbed your eyes and shook your head, reaching out to grab hold of his wrist and pull him back toward you. “Mmm. Stay.” Your head still addled with sleep, you couldn’t possibly know what you were doing to him, how his will was crumbling right before your tired eyes. The feelings you’d been hiding during the day were raw and honest in your lucid state, and you smiled softly at him as he sat back down beside you. You hugged his arm and nuzzled your head against his shoulder. “I miss you when you’re not here.”
He stared straight ahead and nodded once, though his hand found yours and he pushed his fingers into the spaces between yours and squeezed– just a little, but enough to make you smile and flex your own fingers in response. “But I’m not here all that often.”
“Exactly,” you countered. “You need to come around more.”
“I wait for your invitation. I didn’t realize it was open-ended.”
“Well, it is.” You turned, draping your legs over his lap and slipping your arms around his waist. He was broad and warm, and you could hear his heart against your ear. “Starting now.”
Nanami whispered your name, bending so that his breath stirred the hair on top of your head. He always knew what to say in every circumstance, but here and now– he couldn’t find the right words.
“This is a bad idea.”
“What? You staying here? Keeping me warm?” You giggled nervously, feeling the tension grow between the two of you. Your hands trembled, palms damp and hot against the fabric of his shirt.
“What are you implying? Don’t be coy,” he warned. Thumb and forefinger lifted your chin so that you had no choice but to look into his deep, brown eyes. Even in the dim light of the TV in front of you, the blush at the top of his cheekbones was undeniable. His eyes were sparkling with some kind of warning, lips slightly parted, his warm breath just inches from your face.
You couldn’t hide your smile, and you sat up a little straighter, staring right back at him with a certain defiance. “I want you to stay.”
“Hmph. Is there anything else you’re asking for? You know I don’t like playing games.”
He was so close you could see the tiny wrinkles around his eyes, the way his bottom lip glistened when he ran his tongue over it in anticipation of what he wanted you to say. Fingers trembling, you lifted a hand to his cheek and touched him gently, inching closer until there was nothing but a breath of space between you. “I want you to kiss me.”
Anticipation shot through his veins when your lips brushed against his, and he lowered his eyes, letting his own fingers fan out over the side of your neck, thumb pushing under your chin to tilt your face up even further. “You’re sure?”
“Goddamnit Kento,” you whispered. He kissed you then, soft lips pressing against yours with agonizing tenderness. He took in a sharp breath through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, brow furrowed while he willed himself to be calm. Caution thrown to the wind, he pressed his fingertips into the nape of your neck and held you in place, kissing you more firmly now. Your body came to life as if you were being kissed for the very first time. Nanami was practiced, that much was for sure. Fleetingly, you wondered just how many women had been brought under his spell, but the warm, wet curl of his tongue against the back of your teeth halted any coherent thoughts about it you might have had. He kissed you until your head was dizzy and you felt drunk on his lips. He kissed you until his own need for oxygen overtook his senses and he was forced to pull back, though one broad hand at the base of your spine held you against him, ensuring you couldn’t run away even if you wanted to.
You definitely didn’t want to.
If anything, you needed more of his kisses, of the comfort of his body pressed against yours. He studied your face seriously, and you hooked a couple of fingers under the collar of his shirt, toying idly with the buttons. “What now?” you asked, not meeting his penetrating gaze.
“Are you asking what I want to happen, or what I think should happen?”
“Why are you answering all of my questions with questions?”
“Why are you asking such open-ended questions?” he countered, one corner of his mouth lifting into a lopsided grin.
You flicked the base of his throat and pushed your face into his chest to laugh, curling your fingers into his shirt. “Because I want to know how you feel.”
Nanami hummed, his hand smoothing upward along your spine and down again, settling at your waist. “I want to know how you feel first.”
“Will it change your answer if I tell you?” you asked, staring now at his lips. Your stomach did a little flip and you had the sudden urge to tell him how you felt again without using your words.
He did the talking for you with a firm, open-mouthed kiss, leaning forward into you so that your back was against the couch cushions and he was in control, one hand skimming up your side to cup your cheek. This kiss was deeper and more intense than the first, and the press of his body against yours made you weak to his advances. His lips skirted down over your jaw and to your neck. “Does this make it clear?” he whispered, just below your ear. He lifted your chin to give him better access to the hollow of your throat where he traced his tongue upward, then captured your mouth once again. You lifted your hips slightly, already desperate to be even closer to him.
“I love you,” you murmured onto his tongue. Those three words sent him reeling. He stopped and pulled back just slightly, both hands cupping your face.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “You know I don’t take those words lightly.”
You nodded, holding his intense gaze. “I know. And I wouldn’t say them if I didn’t mean them.”
The silence between you was buzzing, electrified with your revelation, with the sensation of your shared kisses and your bodies pressed so close together. You were still tired, admittedly, though you knew there was no hope of sleeping anytime soon. Before he responded, you saw it in his eyes. The love, the devotion, the feelings he’d been trying so diligently to keep from you for so long. You realized then that you’d seen this expression on him several times before, but it had never really registered until now. Now, in this quiet, incredibly intimate moment between two friends, you saw the love he’d been harboring for you all this time.
“I love you,” he confirmed, diving down for another all-consuming kiss. Rationale be damned, he couldn’t bear to spend another moment denying his feelings for you.
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Where There's a Will, There's a Wave (Dad Nanami)
(Part 1 of Season of Serendipity.)
Read on AO3.
Tags: Dad Nanami, Kid Yuji, Dad Gojo, Kid Fushiguro, Beach Day, Nanami Needs a Vacation, So Beach Day It Is, Gojo is a Giant Man Child, But We Still Love Him
Word Count: 1,009 words
Summary: Nanami takes Yuji on a car ride and surprises him with a beach trip!
"Otouchan, where are we going?" Yuji chirped in the backseat as Nanami continued their journey to the beach. "Is Uncle Gojo going to be there?"
Nanami would never understand what Yuji found so fascinating about Satoru Gojo (the man was an idiot) but he allowed himself a small smile at the boy's excitement. Yuji's pink, fluffy hair twisted this way and that as he wiggled in his car seat in a desperate attempt to look out the window.
"You'll see, Yuji-kun." Nanami repeated for the fifteenth time. "We're almost there. And yes, Gojo-san will be there. So will Fushi-kun."
"Yaayyy!!" Yuji squealed, squeezing his stuffed panda bear tight.
The horizon cut in two as they drove closer and the tree line disappeared. A stark line between blue sky and white sand relaxed Nanami's muscles instantly. Gojo may be a giant child himself, but I can't deny needing a chance to rest from work.
He pulled them into the parking lot and quickly unbuckled Yuji, setting him down after putting on his backpack. Then, he grabbed the cooler and a large umbrella before locking the car.
He chuckled when Yuji stood immobile, staring with awe at the beach stretching before both of them.
"The beach!" Yuji shrieked. "Will we get to swim?!"
"Yes, Yuji-kun. All in good time. First, we have to go find where Gojo-san and Fushi-kun have set up." He started walking while keeping an eye behind him. "Keep up with me."
The little boy was insatiable. He trotted circles around Nanami, babbling the whole way. And when Gojo came into view? Not even a Special Grade would have been able to keep Yuji from speeding headlong towards him.
"UNCLE GOJO!" Yuji squawked, kicking sand up and losing a sandal in the process.
Nanami shook his head with the huff of a chuckle as he found the spot Gojo set up and started setting their things beside it. Fushiguro toddled right up to him.
"Do you need help, Uncle Nananmi?"
Whereas Yuji kept heaps of energy stored up and running constantly, Fushiguro was of a milder temperament. Gojo and Nanami often joked that they adopted the wrong child.
But Nanami wouldn't trade Yuji for anyone or anything.
"I've got it, Fushi-kun. But your offer is appreciated." He praised, before turning to Yuji and Gojo, who already had his son on his shoulders.
"Gojo-san! Bring Yuji over here so I can give him some sunscreen."
"Aaahhh, but we're having so much fun, Nanami!" Gojo laughed as he tromped under the umbrella to him.
"Thank you. Hold still, Yuji-kun."
After the addition of sunscreen and the subtraction of his shirt, Nanami finally stepped out with Yuji towards the ocean. Poor little Yuji had to waddle with all of his floaties, but even that didn't stop his happy squeals.
"Otouchan, swim with me?" Yuji's big brown eyes sparkled up at him.
"You didn't think I'd let you go alone, did you?" Nanami chuckled, wading with him into the salty brine. "Careful. You can't open your eyes underwater here like you can in our pool."
"Why?"
"Because it'll burn your eyes."
"Why?"
"Because there's salt in the water, and it'll burn."
"Why?"
"Because there's a higher saline content in ocean water than there is in your tears."
"But why?"
"That's just how it is, Yuji-kun." Nanami turned Yuji as a large wave crashed into them. Yuji toppled forward and scrambled to get back on his feet, eyes wide. "Whenever the big waves come towards you, turn your back to it. It'll make it easier to stay on your feet."
"Heeeyyy, Nanamiiii!" Gojo whooped to his left, running into the water and body surfing.
He turned and saw Fushiguro standing at the water's edge, dipping his toe into the water and then shaking his foot. His little lip trembled.
"Come on, Fushi-kun. We'll wait for you!" Nanami called out, keeping Yuji at his side while they waited.
Fushiguro hesitated for a moment before hopping into the water. He squeezed his eyes shut and then peeked out, before he smiled, his five-year-old mind starting to realize he wouldn't get sucked in.
When he made it to Nanami and Yuji, he looked for Gojo.
"Where's–"
"WOOOO!" Gojo popped up behind Nanami and whipped up a wave of water that splashed against his back.
Both Yuji and Fushiguro giggled as Nanami slowly turned to the white-haired man child.
"Are you frustrated with me?" Gojo asked with a smirk.
"Never." And Nanami wrapped an arm around Gojo's neck before slamming him into the ocean.
. . . . .
By the time the four boys stepped back towards their beach spot, everyone was hungry and ready for a break. Especially the two little ones.
"I've got watermelon." Nanami offered, pulling out a large container of cut melon.
"I've got kikufuku!" Gojo licked his lips and helped set up two small portions.
"Why am I not surprised?" Nanami shook his head before grabbing Yuji's plate and offering it to him. "And don't forget to stay hydrated." He reminded his son, handing over a small water bottle.
For a time the sound of gentle, lapping waves harmonized with the sound of little mouths munching. Nanami ate a few slices of watermelon and leaned back on his elbows, closing his eyes and letting the wind tousle his hair.
"Nice day, isn't it?" Gojo asked as the kids kept eating.
"A better day than I'd been expecting." Nanami answered, digging his fingers into the sand.
He only opened his eyes when he felt a paper plate nudge his pinky.
"Otouchan, can we build a sand castle?" Yuji asked, eyes round and pleading.
"You finished that quickly, didn't you?" He smiled and took Yuji's plate, stuffing it into a trash bag. Then he tickled his toddler's sides with a huff of a laugh. "Go get your toys and we'll set up over there."
"Okay!"
"Aww, look at youuuu being a good daaaddd!" Gojo taunted, earning him a hair full of sand from his blonde-haired peer. "Hey! That'll be stuck in my hair for days!"
"Serves you right."
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NANAMI KENTO || yours
request: bestie i saw that you're open for request so hear me out 👀 what about a husband's duty but with Nanami? 😳 I'd like to think there must be people around thinking that he is a stoic as he is with his s/o when we all know he's a soft, gentle lover 🥰
(I hope i don't sound pushy in my request. I really LOVE your writings especially the domesticity ones Nanami 💕)
note: domestic!nanami is always in my head because the man is a comfort character and my standard when it comes to husband hunting - like pls sir 🥲🥲 give my crusty ass a chance.
pronouns: them/they, afab!reader/use of kimono (traditional female clothing)
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“Who do you think got married to Nanami-san?”
It was that time of the year again - where sorcerers gathered at the grand hall located at Jujutsu Tech; everyone mingling between one another in hopes of rubbing shoulders while also getting the latest scoop of Curse and Curse Users activities alike. Rumours flew about as usual - who would get married next, who was the sorcerer who blew up the other side of Kyoto two weeks ago, and which poor soul was being harassed by Gojo Satoru. However this time around, there was whispers of something more exciting; some say scandalous, even.
“I don’t know...but whoever that person is, they must have a few screws loose,” One of the men seated at the corner of the ballroom admitted to his companion, both of them sharing a laugh before they returned to their attention to the crowded ballroom before them. Or more so, to a specific blonde sorcerer who was nursing a glass of whiskey at the other end of the ball room.
Nanami leaned his elbow on the edge of the standing table beside him, ignoring the whining Gojo that was nested on his side as his dark brown eyes glanced around the room without a specific target in mind. Like any other day he was dressed in a suit; creaseless and almost too perfect for how much movement his job requires. The only thing that truly stands out on his day-to-day outfit would be the silver wedding band that rests on his ring finger; silver polished so well that it shone even at his slightly of movements.
When Nanami’s marriage had been revealed to the jujutsu world (courtesies of Gojo), it sent shockwaves throughout. Not only are weddings huge social events, where you invite everyone you can think of to increase your contact building, it’s also shocking that Nanami even chose to get married while still being an active sorcerer. Of course, Nanami had chosen an intimate and private service, which had angered many of the older generations; since they felt almost entitled to go to every wedding that happens in their world.
But Nanami had never really cared of what others’ opinions; hence his calmness from the moment he entered the hall filled with people whispering and staring at him expectantly.
“Do you think he married someone in our world?,” One of the men started up once more, both of them turning back to face one another so they weren’t caught staring. “Probably not. You know Nanami-san’s stance on our profession,” One of them commented with a soft chuckle, the other agreeing with an amused smile of their own just as a hush went across the hall.
Curious yet eager eyes now turned towards the main entrance, where a family of high prestige was making their way into the hall. Your parents were quite well-known in the jujutsu world; your mother was a well known sorcerer for specialising in curtains, whilst your father is known as a master craftsmen in Cursed Tools. In between your parents stood you; the only child of your family line who inherited a clan technique and a powerful sorcerer in your own right.
Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn towards your person; eagerly drinking up the simple but expensive kimono that adorn your figure beautifully. You looked like a fairy, from your delicate smile to how you seem to glide down the walkway with ease. Yet your eyes seemed to be searching for someone in the crowd, not really caring for the grand procession that was held in your family’s honour. Your eyes suddenly lit up when you spotted the person, and without hesitation you waved goodbye to your smiling parents before you made a beeline towards them.
And there was definitely more than one shocked face in the room when you immediately made your way to Nanami Kento.
That wouldn’t even be the most shocking part - that would definitely be Nanami smiling at you with the most softest look on his usually emotionless face as you happily wrapped your arms around one of his. You greeted a grinning Gojo with a smile and wave whilst your parents waved the others’ attention off from them; greeting the people they needed before they made their way to your side to greet Nanami as well. “W-Wait...do you think-”
“I don’t think so,” One of the men commented, giving the other a look of shock at the very thought that you, out of everyone, was his spouse. It is no surprise to anyone at all that Nanami keeps his private life secret; always saying that he does not enjoy mixing his work and private life together. But seeing the way you, a highly revered sorcerer, clinging onto Nanami’s arm whilst your parents caught up with the blonde male made him question everything he was saying moments before. “Surely, it’s a misunderstanding...”
Whilst the two men were staring at the couple with clear looks of shock, you were happily holding onto your husband’s arm while your father and him caught up briefly; discussing on some updates in your clan. A clan that he will soon be joining and helping run as your right hand man. “I am glad you decided to come,” Your father admitted before he glances over at Gojo with an amused look on his face, the white haired man having excused himself after playfully kissing the back of your hand to give your family some privacy. “Or should I be thanking Gojo-san for dragging you out..”
“It was actually because I lost a bet with Y/N,” Nanami admitted with a tired sigh, giving you a loving glance at your laugh as you gently slapped at his chest; to which he just chuckles softly at your reaction. “You make it sound like I am bullying you,” You commented with a shake of your head whilst he made a slight face, nodding along with your statement. It seems that he had taken the phrase ‘happy wife, happy life’ quite literarily. “Nonsense, my love. I would never accuse you for such a crime.”
Your mother giggles quietly behind the sleeve of her kimono, always enjoying the subtle and straightforward jabs from Nanami. Who just gave you a far too perfect smile as he reaches over to rest a warm hand on yours, even giving it a reassuring squeeze when you gave him an unamused glance. “Nanami Kento, you are so mean to me. Yet if I were to tell anyone of your ways, people will think I am the insane one,” You can’t help but grumble as you rest your cheek against his arm, ignoring your husband’s soft chuckle.
Whilst he was quietly apologising to your pouting self, your parents can’t help but share a happy loo in silence, happy that you two had found one another to spend the rest of your lives together. When you had first brought the blonde man home as a boyfriend, they were hesitant. They’ve both heard of Nanami Kento; rumours of his power during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons had spread quite quickly amongst the ranks.
But with those rumours also brought whispers of the man himself, of how he seems so cold and closed off even to his closest of companions. Even Gojo Satoru, a man known for his charms and talkative personality, admits that it was hard to keep Nanami’s interest for long. Your mother was especially worried when you had revealed to them that you and Nanami have been talking for some months now, and he had invited them to a restaurant to meet for the first time. As much as she trusts your judgement when it comes to choosing your lover, the idea of you being with such a cold man made her heart worry.
However they had never expected this ‘cold and aloof’ man to act so warm and soft around you. The harsh and cold eyes seem to melt and soften whenever he is beside you; his monotone and constantly annoyed tone becoming warmer and loving whenever he addresses you. And even though he keeps it quite subtle, he does small things like playing with your fingers between his, resting a hand on the small of your back when you get agitated, or quietly praising you for doing or saying things that he knows took quite a lot of courage that eases the worry in their hearts.
At the end there was no reason for them to say no - they were fully convinced that he is the perfect husband. And they were not wrong.
As your parents shared a conversation with you quietly, Nanami took this brief moment to glance around the room. The once warm and loving look he had on seeming to be a trick of the eye to those who have been watching the family converse with one another; as Nanami was giving everyone his infamous cold and annoyed stare. Paired with a held back, but clearly annoyed scowl tugging at the corner of his lips.
From the outside in, no one will be able to fully understand just what was it that made you seem so interested in the stoic man. Yet they will never get to know him the way you do, see the sides of him that he has never shown anyone but you. And whilst to others you were called a fool for loving a man like Nanami Kento, you are willing to take that title with stride.
Because no matter what, you are content just being able to call him yours.
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Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 1/8
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANAMI!! 🎂
CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters
CHAPTER COUNT: 1/8
WORD COUNT: 5,000+
GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | eventual smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters
CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | alcohol use | age gap | strong/mature/suggestive language | mentions of bullying, injury
SPOILERS: n/a
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The final road before the bend that led to Gojo Manor stretched before Nanami, signaled by the consistent shield of the ancient cryptomeria trees that lined the road side. The forest was a momentary relief from the glare of the sun reflecting on the windshield of his silver Lexus. Such was the inconvenience of driving in the middle of a bright day when the sun was at its pedestal, making no room for shadows, no reprieve from the heat. He detested it.
A sigh escaped his lips. It’s supposed to be the beginning of autumn, he was thinking for the umpteenth time that day. He would really appreciate it if the Siberian winds would herald the actual beginning of the season. Yes, he thought. That would be nice.
The weather was, nevertheless, the least of his worries, and as he finally made the turn to the incongruously long gravel driveway of the estate, the real cause of his anxiety reared its head to the surface, presaged by the denser shadows of trees and the high gables of the colossal structure that housed the seat of the Gojo clan. It was supposed to be unfounded, his apprehension, or so he tried to convince himself since deciding to make an appearance earlier than expected. He couldn’t keep it at bay anymore when the emotion was mixed with hopeful anticipation. An odd combination, indeed.
He had no choice but to come, or rather, he wanted to come. It was for an important occasion anyway, Gojo Satoru and Utahime Iori’s wedding week specifically. If he was being honest, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. If it was significant to two of the most important people in his life then the same applies where his views on the matter was concerned. After all, he greatly appreciated it that Gojo chose him as his best man, well one of them anyway. The man could never make up his mind if he tried so, breaking the traditional order of things, he has two “best men” – him and Geto Suguru.
Much to the groom-to-be’s disappointment, Nanami initially planned to show up a day before the ceremony itself. It was an added displeasure to the fact that Geto wasn’t going to show up until later that week as he was overseas for work. Gojo still probably was disappointed since Nanami did not exactly say anything about showing up earlier. But when he saw an opening in his jampacked schedule which was rare, he took the opportunity to take time off work. As annoying as Gojo was, he did not deserve to have two absent best men on his wedding week. Besides, a week away from the firm wouldn’t hurt, and he thought it was a good way to unwind before his big case.
If he would be able to unwind anyway.
The man had been sure of how he would manage through the occasion if he only spent a maximum of two days surrounded by crowds which were sure to be invited to the happy celebration. After all, nobody ever expected the young master of the Gojo Clan to ever be serious enough about anyone romantically, much less get married. Now that he had to stay for longer, giving chances to more occurrences of a variety of events, he wasn’t so certain. Anything could happen at Gojo Manor. Anything.
His optimism relied on that fact. Troublesome things usually happened with Gojo and Geto together, throw in the other members of the family and the other clans in the area, but Nanami was betting everything on this week.
A pair of cool, aqua eyes met his dark orbs the moment he stepped into the semi-outdoor ballroom of the opulent house. It was always like instinct, the way Nanami’s senses seem to heighten and hyper focus on one person, all else tuned out and seemingly nonexistent. Like always, without a hitch, he found you.
Alas. If he was questioning the reason for his hopefulness, that wasn’t the case anymore.
There you were, stood on the elevated corner by the refreshments table. You appeared like a celestial being walking among mortals, the halo of silvery white hair shimmering under the sunlight filtering through the room making you seem as if you did not exactly exist in the same realm as everyone else.
You were initially not paying attention to anyone despite your cousin, Miwa, chatting away beside you. But then, you leaned towards the latter when she whispered something, being equally conspiratorial by raising your champagne flute to your mouth. By the looks of it, prior to that, you have long tuned them out, Miwa and her friends, what with your poor attempt at pretending to pay attention. Nanami knew you have mastered the art of doing so since you were a child. It wasn't on purpose, or so you say. You were simply oblivious most of the time or you just didn't care. And you tended to only see and hear what you wanted.
At the moment, he was the object of your attention. He was sure of it, unable to help but to be much too aware of it, nerves pulled to their limits like piano strings conditioned to make sounds at the slightest of touch of its ebony and ivory keys. The feeling he had made you real, existing. He wasn’t imagining at all.
At times, he still could not believe that he watched you grow up to the person you are at present. The first time he knew of your existence was when Gojo invited him and some of their other friends to that very house in middle school. You were just as remarkable as a child as you are as a grown woman, much too quick-witted and eloquent at six even as your nanny carried you astride her hip, looking very much like a female infant version of Gojo. The bright blue eyes you shared with the male shone with the same intelligence he possessed, probably more, even without doing or saying anything. It just emanated from the two of you even if Gojo behaved like an utter idiot at times.
You shifted your line of vision to Miwa who was inconspicuously flailing her hands as a silent and agitated command for the other girls to disperse when she saw Nanami approaching. In a split second, you were alone. Miwa has always been unreasonably fidgety around him but he never quite understood why.
"I seemed to have driven away your company," he said to you the moment he was within earshot, watching you exchange your empty glass for another that's full.
You finally faced him, your scintillating eyes glittering under the wide skylights above. They were fathomless as they were luminous, shining with mischief. It was a familiar sight. From a state of tedium, they seem to come alive at the idea of tormenting him.
"I don't mind."
Of course not. The corners of his mouth curled inconspicuously at that similarity he shared with you. "I seem to always offend that cousin of yours."
"Not really. Frighten is more like it." Your eyes stayed on him even as you drank from your glass.
"Frightened?" Nanami repeated with inflection. He knew Miwa was awkward around him, but it was news that she was afraid of him. He didn’t have anything against her since unlike you, she was actually a sweet girl.
"Well, you have always been purposefully abrasive, you have taken the language of sarcasm to a whole new level and you are a grouch," you told him without batting an eyelash when everyone else was intimidated by him. You were probably the only one who could treat him that way. Not even your brother who is his best friend could do that and mean it.
His planned glance turned into a sidelong stare when he saw how you were eyeing him the same way. The difference was that you had a knowing look about you, evident in the way your eyes shone with diablerie and the contumelious curl at the corners of your luscious lips.
"Is that your opinion of me?" he asked, his expressions remaining stoic. Inside, it was a different story. You are the last being on earth he wanted to view him the way others usually did. He always thought you acted around him differently – defied him, messed with his head (and heart if he was being honest), and annoyed him – because you saw him differently, too. He liked that idea, the feeling it gives him. It was already enough that you are forbidden territory because you are his best friend's little sister. He didn't want you to turn out to be just like everyone else.
You grinned but didn't satisfy his query with a response. It was just like you to keep him guessing that way. You loved your games and especially loved to play them with him. He liked to play along at times, but it gets difficult to keep up with your antics. Your thought process was something he still has to figure out despite years of knowing you.
Seeing that he wasn't getting anywhere by engaging you, he said, "Where's the groom-to-be?"
You pointed at the direction of the wood-framed glass doors leading to the indoor salon where your brother was speaking to one of the organizers for his wedding.
When Nanami followed your line of vision, he found the person in question. On a long table before Gojo were different arrangements of flowers, all in shades of pink, cream and white. Honestly, he saw no difference but Gojo was eyeing them as if choosing the right one will solve global warming.
"Being fussy about the flower arrangements more than his bride, obviously." Shaking his head, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his grey, pinstriped slacks before facing you again. "You think it's a good time to step in?"
At that, you smirked openly. "Wanna play a game, Nanamin?" you asked, appearing and sounding innocent as you addressed him with that nickname you knew he hated.
"Sure," he said without hesitation, knowing well the kind of person you are when you’re refused.
"No protestations this time, I see. You're learning."
He shot you a withering look, pushing his glasses up his nose. "That coming from a childish brat. I won't take offense." He immediately regretted saying that when he saw how your eyes glinted with something sinister. What it was, he didn't know, but he was sure about one thing: he just walked into another one of your traps willingly.
"Whoever gets a rise out of Satoru wins," you said, cocking your head to your brother's general direction.
That was easy, he thought. The fact that he showed up for the week-long preparations for the nuptials was enough to draw out a profound reaction from Gojo. Nanami was just that kind of best friend – absent. In his defense, he did make it to the important parts just in time, but this was something new to Gojo. For all he knew, he wasn't even expecting him to arrive until the wedding.
"Fine." He nodded at you, the action very minute. He was never big on actions. "We'll talk about the compensation later."
You returned the gesture with saccharine mordacity to it. "Alright." However, instead of moving towards the goal, you walked towards the other direction, signaling for him to go first.
It was an easy victory. The moment he walked into the salon, Gojo’s attention was immediately pulled away from the flower arrangements, his eyes going wide as saucers as he took in the fact that his best man arrived way ahead of time.
"Who are you and what have you done to Nanami Kento?" he asked aloud, making some of the guests for the day's luncheon turn towards them. He was evidently elated, his wife-to-be coming to join in, hugging Nanami while he clapped the man on the shoulder.
"I wouldn't miss this happy occasion for the world," Nanami told the couple, trying his best to convey his thoughts without sounding patronizing. That would be overdoing things even if it meant he would win against you. He wasn’t big on emotions and sentiments either.
All the while, his eyes furtively strayed to you, his competitor, watching you from way across the ballroom, sipping leisurely at your champagne as if you cannot be bothered. However, if Nanami thought he has seen the worst that you can do, he couldn't have been more mistaken in his life.
In the next moment, you entered the salon, appearing self-satisfied as you sauntered towards them, looking like a queen surveying your domain. "Well, well. If it isn't the big shot lawyer himself, coming to grace us with his presence!"
He clucked his tongue, reading through your ploy. You weren’t exactly one for theatrics most of the time, typically straightforward and brutally frank, but your games were as intricate as they were vexing. Nanami turned to face you just enough to conceal his expression from Gojo and Utahime, arching a brow at you in both challenge and question.
In a flash of black and white, you have taken your place in front of him barely a foot away. Your intention to further close the distance between the both of you only became evident when both your hands shot forward, taking possession of both sides of his face as you willed him to bend to your height, tiptoeing to make up for the remaining space. In a brief but seemingly drawn-out sequence of events, you staked your claim on his slightly parted mouth in a scorching lip lock.
Nanami was momentarily distracted by the faint taste of champagne, that detail registering in his brain before the sensation of your pliant lips pressed against his. The realization dawned too late making blood rush up to his head and for his ears to ring as he froze and burned simultaneously. His arms had unconsciously found their way around your slender waist, the feel of your warmth under your taffeta dress searing his palms. It was more for the purpose of steadying himself than you on your precariously high heels. The mere touch of your hand made him incoherent, but the feeling of your lips on his drove him to irrationality. The slim likeliness of the act happening between him and you made it feel as if he was going to pass out or wake up from a long, vivid dream.
He was there. He exists. You were there, real as can be. And you were kissing him.
Gasps erupted from all around, and before he knew it, you have pulled away, releasing your grip on him. As if he couldn’t dig his grave any deeper and punctuate his loss any further, Nanami leaned towards you, chasing your lips, attempting to continue your little interlude, uncaring of where you were or who was watching. After having a tiny taste of it, the absence of your touch affronted him like no other. If having you that close was what it meant to lose, then he will gladly have it.
Your laughter snapped him out of his trance. When his vision focused, he found you leaning away, your hand pressed against his chest to keep him at bay.
“Eager, aren’t we?” you said loud enough for him to hear, and for everyone’s benefit, you droned on, saying, “Been dying to do that since I saw you come in.”
Dazed, he just stared at you before him, the fact that he did not just lose to you within the premise of the game registering in his mind like a flash of lightning. Blood rushed to his head, heat permeating from the base of his neck to his scalp when his eyes strayed to Gojo who looked scandalized.
“You…what…” the other male endeavored to speak, but nothing coherent came out of his mouth, his blue eyes rapidly shifting between you and Nanami while his fiancée giggled beside him.
Indifferent to everything else and your sights only set on the object of your trickery, you tittered, savoring the hilarity of the situation. At least, to you, it was funny. “See you around, Nanamin,” you drawled and left with that confident gait, shaking your head in levity.
He wanted to join in on your conviviality, but the idea dissipated faster than water under intense heat when he saw his best friend eyeing him like he was about to castrate him. Nanami straightened up, rearranging his expression to that of quiet shock, laying it on thick by blinking cluelessly as if it was typical of him but Gojo was having none of it.
Ah, the joys of losing to you, he could just think despite his impending doom. Or maybe he was doomed to begin with. He couldn’t care less with the pleasant tingling of his lips and the memory of yours, the taste lingering on his tongue.
“You and me, in the game room. You’ve a lot of explaining to do.”
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If Nanami would be asked how many times he lost to you, he wouldn’t have an answer. At least not for what is healthy for his pride and because he lost count. His only consolation was that he wasn’t the only one who had ever been under your thumb over the years you have had the upper hand. You’ve always had the advantage, and one way or the other, regardless of the odds of the games you played, be it tomfoolery or serious bets, you invariably have a way of turning them into your favor.
He could well say his chances of winning cases in court is higher compared to the fact that you always bested him in life. It frustrated him to no end.
“Wanna play a game?” Those were always the words which heralded a series of infuriating inconveniences that he, along with some other individuals, had to be subjected to ever since you acquired your penchant for mischief and seeming thirst to challenge if not victimize people.
Those words, paired with a ridiculous nickname of your choosing for each of your conquests gave one no choice but to engage. The way you say it was enough to rile even someone who just happened to be listening, as if you were surreptitiously patronizing the person of your choosing. The unreadable expression on your face when you initiate your games also makes one’s hackles rise. While Gojo had the same tendency to be condescending when he wanted to be, you were exponentially more menacing compared to him.
In your defense, you never did it to everyone. It was as if you have a rationale behind the selection of people you felt like messing with. Your criteria was not something that is known to anybody else. At first, it was just Gojo. Then Geto and Shoko Ieiri, another close friend of your brother, got a taste of it until finally, it was his turn. Anyone none the wiser would think your ‘affections’ were solely focused on Gojo’s friends, but apparently, it wasn’t the case.
There were three kinds of people where your games were concerned: people you didn’t give a damn about, those you liked to play with and those you engaged with but eventually stopped being a pain to.
Most people around you were the first type since you mostly didn’t give two fucks about them. For some reason, it had become a sort of status quo in the Gojo household to be included in your sphere but few were lucky enough to hold your attention long enough.
The third kind were people who seemed to have reached an understanding with you. Geto, Utahime and Shoko used to be casualties in your ploys, but after a game or two, they’ve eventually ‘graduated,’ and you treated them like equals. Apart from that, there seems to be an exceptional case when you did not have to inflict yourself on the person just like in the case of your closest friend, Itadori Yuuji. That kid was special somehow, and Nanami thought perhaps he was, too, until you got started with him.
As for him and Gojo, they were still people you liked to torment. His theory was that you were looking for something from the people you play with. If you find it, you stop. It wasn’t a theory anymore that it was a sort of defense mechanism if he deduced right, judging from the situations which led to the change in your behavior.
It all started when you came home from boarding school overseas after finishing your freshman year in high school. Gojo had invited them over as per usual for the summer events being held at their estate but suddenly started talking about his concerns over you.
“She’s distant,” he said with a sigh when asked about it. Apparently, your parents were upset over you decision not to attend the school of their choice anymore and threatened to drop out and run away if they insisted further. “And there seems to be something wrong with her. She seems different somehow. Very snappy and always in a foul mood. She rarely leaves her room, and when we try to help, she gets angrier.”
“She’s in that phase, huh?” Shoko mused. “Want me to talk to her?”
Gojo insisted to do it, being all dramatic and saying he had been a lousy brother. But that’s when you started being the way you were. You weren’t an angry teen anymore, just someone who indulged yourself by toying with others without regard to whose expense and to what extent. Most of them were harmless, but you very nearly endangered two of your friends, too.
Nanami dug his own grave when he purposefully tried to have a go at you, pointing out your mistakes in an attempt to intervene at that time. You used to be rather passive where he was concerned, polite even, but then everything changed that night.
He was somehow glad that you decided to approach him when you needed help when you usually gravitated towards Geto, surprised to see you at his doorstep past midnight and looking ashen.
First, you dared this new girl, Kugisaki Nobara, to sneak into the abandoned factory at night, and the girl ended up hurting yourself. You looked so regretful and distraught while explaining what happened on the ride to the factory, and for the first time, he realized that you only ever challenged people you held a certain degree of fondness for. Everything ended well without anybody else knowing of your mishaps but him, and in a twist of fate, she even became your first real friend.
And then, you started yet another game with Fushiguro Megumi, effectively getting him kicked out his father’s clan. You weren’t exactly aware about the deeper reason as to why his family wanted him to be close to you, only that you found displeasure in it because he was a groom candidate. It was common among old clans like yours, and when you dared him to tell your parents he had no intention of marrying you, your brother had to intervene and take the boy in, ending up registered under Gojo Clan instead. While his family was trash in all sense of the word, you were still at fault since you ruined his only chance at being accepted by the clan head. Still, he, too, became your friend, and more than that, an adopted brother.
“Is this some attention-seeking behavior you’ve learned somewhere?” Nanami asked you that time.
“I get attention without as much as lifting a finger being who I am.” You snorted. “I can’t expect everything to be positive though.”
He was taken aback by your statement then. Still, he tested his theory. You were different after all. While some people admired you for your genius and your otherworldly looks, there will always be those who hated you for it. It was like a repeat of Gojo, except that he had them, his friends. Whom did you have?
“Are you being bullied at school?”
At that, your pupils constricted, your bright eyes turning icy as you regarded him. You were quiet for a moment as you stared, not exactly enraged but your brows furrowed together. Nanami could see the cogs in your brain moving through your eyes when you slowly grinned and said those four words: “Wanna play a game?”
He’s been losing to you ever since, not really knowing what you want and what set you off, hell-bent on making him miserable at every opportunity you could take.
It wasn’t all different at present.
The moment he heard the click of the doorknob and your scent – a mix of crisp autumn air, vanilla and a hint of something that reminded him of happiness – registered in his brain, he froze on his chair in the study where he was currently taking notes on his upcoming case. It was a trade-off for the length of time he would be gone from the law firm he worked at. His grip on his pen tightened that he thought he would break it to splinters when he saw you from his periphery, still looking like a goddess, fresh and gorgeous despite the day's affairs.
You were so painfully beautiful that concentrating on the file before him was proving to be difficult. Everything else didn't make sense to him whenever you were in the same room as he is. It didn't help that you kissed him in front of everyone just a few hours ago. He couldn't forget the feeling no matter how many times he convinced himself that it was just you playing your games; that it was nothing. He wished it was otherwise, not that it helped in his cause a bit.
"What on earth was that about?" Gojo demanded, pulling him aside to the game room like a child who did something naughty. In fairness to him, he was still fond enough of Nanami to offer him a drink but, indeed, he thought, what on earth was that about?
He shrugged. "Have you met your sister? Surely, you know just what crazy antics she has up her sleeves. She gets her annoying side from you anyway."
The answer seemed to have placated the male for the time being but if you were going to continue with your mischief, Nanami has no way of telling where things can go. And judging by your confident gait and the complacent grin swathed on your countenance, you were up to no good again.
He carded his fingers through his blond locks, leaning back on the chair as he furtively watched you.
"Do you need anything?" he asked calmly despite himself.
"Hmm. I won," you murmured, rounding the heavy oak desk before vaulting yourself up on it to sit just beside his papers, your eyes zeroing in on the files.
He shot you an accusing glare. "What was that about?"
You arched a brow at him, wrenching your gaze from the documents with a frown, the way your eyes widened in mock innocence making him want to box your ears. "What was what about, Nanamin?” The preposterous nickname rolled off your tongue tauntingly. “I thought you hated questions that can be openly interpreted."
"Why did you kiss me?" he snapped.
"Well..." You openly mocked him with a smile. "Could there be any other reason apart from our bet?"
"Of all the things you could think of, you went for something that would give your brother a heart attack not to mention that it put me in hot waters."
“Isn’t that the objective of our little bet?”
He sighed. "This is the last time I'm indulging you."
"Eh? You said that the last time we saw each other, too." You feigned exasperation. "Doesn't change the fact that you lost again though."
"What do you want?" He finally sat up straight, stacking the documents on the table. "Why are you sitting there anyway?"
"You're right." You jumped off the desk and much to his confusion, instead of taking one of the seats at the other side of the table, you swatted his arm from the papers and sat on his lap like he was an easy chair.
"What –"
You turned to him then, your faces just inches from one another. "Is this better?" you asked as if you saw nothing wrong with your iffy position.
Nanami didn't know what to do with, his arms remaining still on his sides while he just stared at you as if you grew two heads. "Is this another one of your games?"
You leaned closer to him, your bright eyes drowning him. "You tell me." You laughed then. "I wasn't the one who couldn't get enough of this afternoon's kiss."
He shrugged before he could run away with his thoughts. You were right. He did want to kiss you more, but it wasn't as if he could.
Just then, you reached over and removed the glasses that were always perched over his nose then wore it yourself. "What are you doing?"
"You look better without them," you commented.
"I need them for reading." He rolled his eyes at you. "Get off, Y/N."
"Hmm? Is that really what you want?" you taunted, your hand having found purchase at the back of his head, fingers toying with his soft hair.
He placed a hand on your thigh, slowly climbing up to your hip, reveling in the feel of your warmth under his touch. He looked at you seriously then and leaned away, surprised when you frowned momentarily. It was so fleeting, he didn’t know whether he was imagining it when he saw disappointment on your face. That was a first.
"Y/N, Just tell me what you want. You won the bet after all."
Shrugging, you stood up as if you weren’t just perched on his lap. "Go figure," you quipped, sounding pissed off. "Think of something I would actually want. It's up to you."
“Another game?”
“Think of it as you want.”
"What?"
You slammed the door close in your wake before he could get an answer, once again leaving him there puzzled at your reaction and exasperated with himself.
-end of Part 1-
First of all, Happy Cake Day to the love of my life, Nanamin!
I made him a lawyer here cause that's freakin' hot!!!
*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.
Everyone's aged up here as well, including the younger characters which will be included in the story.
Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.
© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20210703]
PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART SOURCES CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.
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A Cursed Reality- JJk x Male Reader (Ch.5)
This chapter is a little longer than usual and very dialogue heavy. (also plenty of swearing). Sorry if the scene is disappointing but I'm not super good at fight scenes and I'm hoping to develop them as I go on. Also if I made [Name] OP then everything would be over too quickly.
Let me know what you think about the chapter in the comments (or the tags!!) enjoy
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Chapter Five:
“Kugisaki-chan. Be honest with me. On a scale of Gojo to Yuji how stupid do you think I am?”
“Eh? Do you really want me to answer that?”
“... Yes”
“If I had to pick an idiot I’d say Gojo-sensei. He at least has the brain power to understand jujutsu. I mean he’s a childish and immature old man who ignores what’s staring him right in his face but he wouldn’t ask me what animal the pink panther was.”
[Name] uttered out a confused thank you before thinking ‘I have got to stop starting conversations like this’
He almost never gets the answer he wants. It’s like as soon as he asks the question he becomes humanized and not a mysterious special grade sorcerer a few seconds from ending someone’s life for finishing off the fruit snacks. (Based on a true story. Gojo can confirm.)
“You’re welcome. Why’d you ask anyway?”
“Actually I think I’ll jinx it if I talk about it. Plus I don’t want you to think poorly of your ‘superiors’ but let’s just say there are people plotting behind my back and I’m wondering if I have idiot written across the top of my head”
“Okay... “
“On a lighter note, do you think any of the other first years know how close we are?”
“I was asked whether or not the Pink Panther was a lion and spoken to in 6 word sentences just yesterday. You’re the only person I can hang out with. The other two are people I spend time with”
“What about Maki?”
“That’s totally different. You should know you have a totally different relationship with Gojo and Inumaki.”
“Explain”
“You and Gojo fight and tease each other like siblings or something and you and Inumaki spend time alone. Together. And sometimes you like go out and eat food and stuff”
“You make it sound like we’re dating”
“You’re not?”
“No”
“Hmm”
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[Name] absolutely hates talking on the phone and everyone knows this. Facetime has been like a happy medium whenever people need to get in touch with him but it’s still extremely annoying to have to have a face to face conversation over the phone.
“Why are you calling me Gojo?”
“My precious little [Name] I was just checking up on you to see how your day off is going?”
“It was going fine until you called and interrupted my peace”
“Don’t be like that [Name] I know you miss me”
“As if- No puppy- WAIT!”
Gojo furrowed his eyebrows “[Name]-chan?”
“Hmm?”
“Since when do you have a pet?”
“I made Fushiguro give me one of his divine dogs”
“Aww. That’s so sweet of Megumi. But you can’t keep calling him puppy. Give him a real name”
“He does have a real name I call him yu-yu”
“So who were you calling Puppy?”
“...Yuji”
“.....”
“Don’t make it weird”
“It’s already weird”
“Look me in the camera and tell me he doesn’t remind you of like a golden retriever or somethin”
“You made several points but still”
“It’s supposed to be derogatory”
“It’s a pet name”
“He’s hyper, adorable and excitable. I’m pointing out the obvious. Me calling him puppy has the same energy as calling someone four eyes”
“It does not”
“....I have to go Yuji just found out about Megan Thee Stallion”
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“Are you a Fall out boy emo or like Lorde sad boy?”
“That’s a loaded question”
“It most definitely is” [Name] replied holding back laughter “But I can like, vibe to either one so just play whatever music you like and I’ll enhance the atmosphere.”
“...Okay”
That day was definitely the most relaxed Fushiguro had been in weeks, and [Name] learned some very interesting things about Fushiguro’s…. tastes. They definitely had some things in common.
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“You’re sending me on a mission”
“Yes”
“Alone?”
“[L.Name] you’re a special grade sorcerer. You can handle a first-grade curse on your own”
“I most definitely can, but so can others. Both Gojo and Okkotsu are away on missions. Are you telling me in your expert wisdom, you’re making the choice to dispatch all of the Special Grade sorcerer’s for first-grade curses? What if something happens on home turf.”
“I assure you if there’s an attack on the school Principal Yaga can handle the threat.”
“I’m not talking about the school.”
There was a brief silence in which [Name] just stared “You have your orders”
“I do”
And [Name] absolutely did have his orders. Ones that aligned with his personal feelings. You see, a little while ago Gojo ordered [Name] to protect Yuji. And if anything were to happen to the precious angel, it would be the one day that both he and Gojo were away. Yaga cares more for the rules than Gojo or [Name]. That was one thing [Name] didn’t like about both Yaga and Nanami. They cared about the kids, but only to an extent. In their eyes the kids would die out or grow older but rules wouldn’t change, and Yuji’s life mattered less to them than the stagnant outdated rules.
The larger problem was whether or not [Name] was willing to face the consequences for not following orders from the “respected” higher ups. Then there was the whole issue of actual people being in danger and that wouldn’t go over well, not with the old assholes nor with [Name]’s conscience.
‘I fucking hate Satoru.’ [Name] thought as he set out to do actual work. Ever since he got sent on that mission he found himself caring for more and more people. If he was going to exorcise the curse and return to make sure Yuji and the others first years were all safe, he would have to race against the clock. There was no doubt in his mind that something was going to happen today and he knew Sukuna wouldn’t let Yuji die without a fight.
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“What the actual fuck is going on anymore?? THREE FIRST YEARS WERE SENT TO DEFEAT A WHAT?” [Name] yelled into the phone
“A cursed womb”
“Say it as it really is Ijichi! They were sent in to fight a fucking special grade curse. They’re barely equipped to fight a second grade curse, and it isn’t as if having you there is going to help them much”
Ijichi flinched at that. [Name] only went for low blows when he was pissed, and it was obvious pretty soon someone would have to face his wrath. And because he knew what was best for his safety and peace of mind, Ijichi answered [Name]’s question before he asked
“I warned them not to engage a special grade so they should be fine until you get here. I lowered the curtain myself so you’ll be able to get in. They’re at Eishu Juvenile Detention Center”
“I’ll be there in 10”
[Name] would probably make it in less time than that but he always made sure to be careful with making promises. There was always a chance he would run into some issues on the way there. Grabbing his things, he set out for the detention center hoping Nobara and Megumi were okay. Yuji was stronger than those two, though Megumi could be a suicidal idiot at times. If things got anymore serious they’d let Sukuna out, but that would be a whole other problem.
“Ijichi, i’m here”
“...[Name]”
“What?”
“Kugisaki is hurt. I'm driving back to the school.”
“If you’re driving back, why is the curtain still up?”
“Fushiguro went back in to deal with Sukuna who’s more than likely already taken care of the curse I recommend-”
[Name] hung up. “Fucking rule followers and their precious higher ups. And look what a mess I have to take care of” he said as he looked up at the curtain. He sighed and then walked through
“I don’t feel a curse- is that megumi” [Name] thought aloud
“He ain’t coming back” Sukuna teased “Don’t worry I’m in a good mood. Let’s talk”
“I’m not feeling particularly chatty” [Name] called out. Fushiguro and Sukuna turned to the second year in shock
“Fushiguro you should go”
“No. I’m not leaving you alone. And besides it’s my responsibility-”
“Do you think I’m here to kill Yuji?”
“...”
“I’m here to rescue your sorry asses. I was sent on a mission earlier and came back in a hurry to make sure you were okay. I’m a little sad I don’t get to meet the curse that hurt poor Kugisaki-chan but he’ll make do” [Name]’s voice became darker the longer he went on
“My fighting skill is nowhere near the level of Maki’s, but my cursed technique on the other hand… Don’t worry, Yuji’ll make it out alive”
Fushiguro hesitated. He trusted [Name], it was Sukuna who was the problem. The curse was cunning and took advantage of Fushiguro’s hesitation to enact his plan
“It seems he’s having a hard time changing back” Sukuna started “This must be a side effect of using me without restrictions. It’s most likely only a matter of time though… So i’ve been thinking about my next move.”
Before [Name] or Fushiguro could realize, Sukuna had ripped Yuji’s heart out, smiling as blood dripped out of his mouth and the gaping hole in his chest. The two of them froze. If he were at his best [Name] would’ve been able to stop Sukuna from continuing to monologue or even from swallowing another of his fingers. But he had defeated a first grade curse, dealt with the higher ups and rushed to the first years’ rescue within 3 hours.
Fushiguro seemed to follow the conversation as [Name] just stood there, his ears ringing as if he were standing too close to a bomb that went off.
“Itadori will return” Megumi said confidently “Even if it means his death. He’s that kind of guy”
And Megumi was right, [Name] knew of it. So he made a sacrifice. Fushiguro would have to deal with Sukuna while [Name] figured out what to do next. With two fingers Sukuna might’ve been able to resist [Name]’s compulsion. ‘No’ he thought ‘it would take a few more fingers before he was that strong.’
“Stop”
The both of them froze in place. There was a trail of blood running down Yuji’s chest but [Name] could tell Sukuna had done more damage to Megumi than Megumi had done to Yuji’s body
“Stay out of my way Megumi” [Name] said before looking in Sukuna’s eyes “Yuji, if you can hear me. I’m sorry”
“This brat’s not worth the effort” Sukuna smirked. He may not have been able to move but he was going to try and tempt the second year into losing his composure.
“Choke”
Sukuna began to gargle on the blood that was supposed to be pumping through Yuji’s body. Choking, he fell on the ground. Megumi’s eyes widened and he moved to say something but [Name] shot him a desperate, angry look picking up Yuji’s discarded heart shoving it into the empty cavity.
“Heal Him”
“It’s too late [Name]”
“Yuji?? No! NO! YUJI! SWITCH BACK I CAN MAKE HIM HEAL YOU”
“Megumi. [Name]. And Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei. Well I guess I don’t have to worry about him. Live a long life okay?” Yuji smiled as tears dripped onto his face
“I Heard A Rumor” [Name] whispered “That nothing happened and you were gonna be okay”
“What a nice rumor senpai” “Yuji whispered back before the light in his eyes faded
Fushiguro laid a hand on [Name]’s shoulder looking up to the sky as he tried to keep from crying. [Name] let out a pained scream shocking Fushiguro. Megumi wrapped his arms around [Name] trying to pull him up and meeting resistance Fushiguro just walked toward the exit before stopping. Without looking back he said “I’ll send Gojo to collect you both” and then walked off.
Gojo did come back to pick up the body and the shell shocked [Name] but when he showed up there was nothing there. As if the land behind the two had just up and walked away. Gojo wasn’t informed of [Name]’s rumor but assumed the boy did it out of rage. He was the only one able to wipe a location off the map so cleanly. What he didn’t realize that if the land had returned to its natural state as if nothing had ever happened, Yuji was bound to be okay
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Celeste, Kyoko, Chiaki, Mahiru, Kazuichi and Kirumi react to a fem SO who’s into boxing and other combat sports taking on a tough opponent in the ring and getting destroyed, the opponent was way tougher but the SO kept getting back up even when everyone knew she didn’t stand a chance and seeing the SO’s bloodied, bruised and battered body hit the canvas with a thud and not getting back up and getting carried off to the infirmary on a stretcher
“Oh boxing anon here, forgot to mention that the s/o has a petite and more lightweight bodytype not been training too long and just got into it professionally”
Celestia Ludenberg
-Celeste loves you, she really does
-But when she saw you in the ring during one of your first fights, and saw who you were up against…
-Let’s just say she definitely wouldn’t have bet on you
-And she was right not to
-You stood no chance against them, they were in a way different league
-Yet every time you got knocked down, you got right back up again
-She admired your tenacity, but she was starting to become a bit concerned for your well-being
-When eventually the fight was called off and you were carried away in a stretcher, she quickly got up from her seat to follow you into the ambulance
-She held your hand and lightly stroked her thumb over your fingers on the way to the hospital
-When you were more conscious, she suggested that you try to take on opponents that you might actually have a chance against, next time
Kyoko Kirigiri
-Kyoko never liked the atmosphere of boxing events, but she wanted to go to support you
-As she sat uncomfortably amongst the rowdy spectators, she hoped that watching you at your best would help lift her mood
-Spoiler alert: it didn’t
-Well it might not have helped that you weren’t exactly at your best, in reality you were incredibly outmatched
-She was the one who ended up being the one who pressured the organizers to end the match
-In fact, she was livid that they were going to allow it to continue when you were in such poor shape- you couldn’t even get back up
-She sat by your side in the hospital and said you were the bravest- put stupidest- person she’s ever met (but she loves you)
Chiaki Nanami
-Chiaki was actually kind of excited to see you in action
-Her only experience with combat was in video games, so she was looking forward to seeing it in real life- she even left her handheld consoles at home!
-She considered bringing just a controller though- so she could pretend like you were one of the characters in her games
-Honestly, you would have been way better off with Chiaki controlling you
-You were getting destroyed, and it was breaking Chiaki’s heart
-She was shouting your name and encouraging you, although she was so quiet that you couldn’t even hear her
-It hurt her every time you got knocked back down, but filled her with pride every time you got right back up
-That was, until you didn’t get up again
-She was loud enough to be heard that time as she called out for you, chasing after the EMTs who began carrying you out on a stroller
-She cried as she held your hand in the ambulance, kissing your bruised knuckles and telling you how much she loved you
Mahiru Koizumi
-Now, it’s not that Mahiru wasn’t supportive of you, because she was!
-She just wasn’t….overly fond…. of the idea of you fighting
-Or of combat sports in general, really
-But you convinced her to come by saying she might be able to take some great photos- and she was always up for taking photos of you
-Especially in action, doing something you love!
-What she didn’t expect to capture, however, was you getting knocked down over and over
-She panicked, but you kept getting up- and she took photos of the determination of your face
-Eventually, though, it got too much for her, and she was shouting for you to stop
-As you turned to look at her, you got a swift punch that knocked you out for good
-She went into a frenzy, yelling at the other boxer about what a “cheap shot” it was
-In the ER later, she was going off at you as well, saying you shouldn’t have been continuing when you were injured or even fighting somebody that much bigger than you in the first place!
-You managed to distract her by asking to see the photos she took of you- they were fantastic (but you could tell she looked hurt every time she saw a photo of you when you were down)
Kazuichi Souda
-You thought Chiaki was excited? Kazuichi was HELLA EXCITED
-The thought of his girl kicking ass? Hot
-He was excited until you guys got there and he saw who you were up against- a guy much bigger than you
-He held his tongue, but wanted to tell you not to fight him! But he wanted to be supportive, since this was the first one of your matches you invited him to
-So he sat, a nervous wreck, in the audience- hoping you’d come up as the underdog
-You didn’t
-He eventually rushed to the front of the crowd, shouting encouragement at you
-The audience ended up following his suit and did the same, all of them chanting your name every time you got back up
-But then there was a time you didn’t get up, and the EMTs rushed the stage
-Despite how timid Souda normally is, somebody had to hold him back from punching your opponent in the face Souda if she couldn’t beat him then you as hell sure can’t
-He eventually raced off to be with you, crying out of fear that you sustained serious damage
-As soon as you were even remotely conscious, you had to be the one comforting him, not the other way around (he’s sensitive)
Kiurmi Tojo
-Kirumi wasn’t just spectating your match, she was in your corner
-Giving you beverages, towels and encouragement
-That only made it harder- she had to watch you get brutally beat down from up close
-And she wasn’t permitted to do anything to help (she lives to serve but also strictly followed the guidelines of the boxing club)
-She advised you to forfeit every time you returned to your corner, but you were determined to continue
-She was admittedly very impressed by your sheer will and determination
-When you eventually got that final blow, she was the first one who rushed to your side
-She gave medical care until they arrived with the stretcher
-The whole time you were in the hospital, she was tending to your every need, giving you kisses in between fluffing your pillows, checking your bandages and bringing you fluids
~Mod Sakura
#mod sakura#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa#danganronpa v1#danganronpa v2#danganronpa v3#celestia ludenberg#kyoko kirigiri#chiaki namani#mahiru koizumi#kazuichi souda#kirumi tojo
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Di Niente
A few years ago I participated in a gift exchange for Christmas, and my gift was a little fic set in the Shoujo Kakumei Utena post-series universe. I never posted it anywhere else, and I think only the person I wrote it for ever saw it, but it’s cute and someone was interested so I’ll put it up here.
At the time this was written, Dolce&Gabbana was in serious financial trouble. I know that’s referred to in the text, but lest you think that’s unrealistic, the setup was based on something that did actually happen in real life! Of course, Nanami et al. did not bail them out but I thought the setup would be cute.
And, just for more atmosphere, the song you should listen to during this fic is right here!
The conference room was silent, both of the men staring at Nanami with wary respect. She tapped the papers on the table in front of her, squaring them on the polished mahogany surface. The room was as sumptuously decorated as she had expected; vases bursting with flowers stood on columns in each corner of the room, the blue carpet underfoot was lush enough to turn an ankle, and the gold and blue frescoes on the walls gleamed mellowly in the morning sun slanting through the window. “This partnership would be extremely valuable to you,” she continued, her Italian almost accentless. Just a trace, just enough to be intriguing. She preferred it that way. “I do hate to bring up unpleasant happenstance, but after your difficulties earlier this year… well, you know as well as I. And you know as well as I do that my assistance would be invaluable in recouping some of your losses.” Losses they’d been stupid enough to incur in the first place. Obviously they needed someone with more experience running the money end of things. “I know you’ve had other offers, but I can guarantee you a silent partnership on my part as far as your creative direction. No change of branding, no influence on the designs, and I can promise you very little interference in expenditures. You’ll hardly know I’m involved until it comes time to sign off on the bills and dole out the profits. That’s all in the contract.”
“Pardon, signorina,” Domenico Dolce said, his grey eyes sharp, his mouth set in a line that gave nothing away. “Your terms are… generous. Too generous.” He shot his partner, Stefano Gabbana, a quick, penetrating glance.
Before he could continue, Nanami broke in. “I’m aware of that. You must also be aware that this will be my first partnership of any sort, and while you can see that my studies have more than qualified me for the role, I am untested.” She smiled prettily at them. “I’ll bail you out of this mess you’re in, but I do want to see a return on my investment. Aside from the wardrobe.” She smoothed the black lace of her dress. Dolce & Gabbana, this season, of course. “The exclusive wardrobe, mind you. I won’t have anyone else wearing my designs.”
Stefano Gabbana’s ice blue eyes twinkled. “Vanity, thy name is woman,” he quipped, his eyes darting to his partner. “We had been on the verge of signing another contract.”
“You need some time to call my lawyer and my bank,” Nanami said, nodding. “I understand.” She rose from her chair, setting the copy of the contract she had been toying with down on the mahogany table and rising. Both men leaped to their feet, circling around the table to grasp her hands, kissing her cheeks. She smiled graciously at them, head held as regally erect as a queen. “Please, don’t hesitate to contact me if you need me to clarify anything. I believe my personal number was supplied to your secretary.” On a tide of effusive goodbyes, she left the conference room and the building, walking down the narrow Milanese street and around the corner.
They were going to take it. She just knew it. How could they possibly resist? She glanced around, wishing she’d told her driver to meet her. The meeting hadn’t taken very long at all; once her lawyer had gotten through to the titular heads of design and owners of Dolce & Gabbana, she’d gotten an invitation almost immediately. They just had to take it. They had to. Her shoulders suddenly slumped. “If they don’t take it, I’m going to be in so much trouble,” she murmured. Touga would find out within a matter of hours that her “shopping trip” to Milan had been something else entirely. Well… not a clothes shopping trip anyway.
“They’re too deep in the hole. They can’t possibly pay it back. The Italian government is agitating to put them in jail.” She murmured the arguments to herself as she turned another corner, her eyes on the ground. A cab whizzed by her, and she glanced up briefly before looking back down at the cracked sidewalk. It would do her good to stretch her legs. “Touga, I’ll still have just about a quarter of my inheritance left. It’s not as if I’ll be poor,” she said in Japanese, practicing her argument under her breath.
“Ciao, bella!” a male voice called. Nanami shot a distracted smile of acknowledgment in the dark-haired man’s direction and increased her pace. These Italian men couldn’t help themselves, apparently. Not that she didn’t merit a second, and even a third look anywhere she went. She tossed her head, her lion-like mane of pale gold hair swaying, and squared her shoulders. Touga simply had to understand. And anyway, it was her money! He couldn’t tell her what to do anymore.
“I’m twenty-eight. I’m not a child anymore,” she snapped in Japanese, stalking around another corner.
A sudden collision rattled her teeth, her body slamming into someone else’s, the impact knocking her off her delicate high heels. Wildly, she grabbed for anything to prevent herself from falling, catching a couple handfuls of cloth and keeping herself upright by main strength. An arm caught her around the waist, steadying her. “Ah… Mi sukoosi, siniora,” a male voice said, the words sounding blurred by an accent. The man scrambled for words. “Tutto… tutto…”
He fell oddly silent. Nanami stepped away, tearing herself free of his grip. “Bene,” she snapped, glaring up at the young man. He was staring at her, his aqua eyes wide. Nanami scowled. “What are you looking at?” she demanded in Italian.
The man blinked a couple times, then shook his head, his longish hair flopping in his eyes. Something was familiar about that dark honey hair. “Nanami-sama?” he asked faintly.
Nanami felt the blood drain from her face. She hadn’t been called that in years. Not since she’d left school. And even then, only one boy with floppy blonde hair and blue eyes had called her that. “Tsuwabuki?” she asked, her voice just as weak as his. “Tsuwabuki Mitsuru?”
“You remembered,” he said in Japanese, looking a little stunned.
“Of course I remembered,” she snapped, irritated with her surprise. She was too old to be caught off guard like that. Even if she hadn’t seen him since she was fifteen and he was twelve. He’d tried to kiss her once when they were both young. She stepped back, crossing her arms over her torso and looking away. “What are you doing here, Tsuwabuki?”
“As acidic as ever,” he said dryly, leaning back and shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “I can’t believe I let you boss me around when I was a kid.” His eyes gleamed with amusement.
“We were both kids,” Nanami said, a little smile softening her voice. It had been a long time ago. She had to crane her neck to meet his gaze now; he certainly had grown up in the intervening years. “I’m a little stressed out, Tsuwabuki… san. I didn’t mean to bite your head off.” For a moment, Nanami felt herself trying to superimpose the child he had been over the man he was now.
Tsuwabuki laughed, shaking his head, and her illusion shattered. It had been too long. She barely remembered that child anyway. “Yes you did,” he said, his grin never fading. “You’ve always been that way.” He turned, offering her his arm. “But I’d be stupid to think you’d change too much, even if you were taught to apologize somewhere along the way. Where are you headed?”
Nanami eyed his arm, and then stepped up beside him, laying her hand lightly on it. “Via Montenapoleone,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as they walked. His arm was warm and muscular even through his shirt. He had definitely grown up. “Perhaps we could have lunch, if you’re not busy,” she said.
“You’re in luck,” he replied. “I’m a free man until tomorrow, and I’d enjoy the chance to catch up. I haven’t seen you since I was--”
“Twelve,” Nanami murmured, feeling her cheeks heat. Hopefully he didn’t remember all the details. “When your family needed you to come back home.”
“And you threw that awful fit,” Tsuwabuki chuckled. “You know, I’d almost forgotten about it, but now that I see you I remember everything.” His grin turned just a little wicked.
Nanami felt her little flush worsen. “Please don’t tell me you remember that,” she said, trying to hide her embarrassment with irritation. “It was so long ago!”
“Well, my mother was tempted to phone you up about that offer a few times. If you’d gone just a little higher, she might have sold me after all,” Tsuwabuki laughed. She could feel him looking down at her.
Shaking her head, Nanami huffed, “I was just a kid! I didn’t know any better.”
“Yes you did, and you did it anyway,” he teased. “Nanami-sama. But hey, it was good experience for me. After you, I figured out how not to let demanding women take advantage of me.”
“Ah,” Nanami said weakly. What did he mean by that? “Well… that’s good.” She suddenly remembered again he had tried to kiss her once when they were young and flicked her hair back over her shoulder, trying to drive the thought away. He was just an old friend. “I put you through a lot back then, Tsuwabuki-san. I’m sorry.”
Tsuwabuki stayed silent for a long moment, long enough that Nanami peeked up at him from the corner of her eye, trying to read his expression. He looked… thoughtful. “I’m not,” he said finally, his voice firm. “You took advantage of me, but you taught me a lot too. You and Touga-san.” He looked down, catching her looking at him, and grinned roguishly. Nanami felt her cheeks color again. Somewhere along the way he’d gotten some confidence. “But if you’re really sorry, I’ll let you buy me lunch.”
Nanami thought for a moment. “That sounds fair.”
Laughter burst from Tsuwabuki, startling her. “You would say that, wouldn’t you?”
“What?” Nanami said, and then realized what she’d accidentally implied. “Well, I didn’t mean all of it! I just meant--” She stopped, scowling up at him, and then started to walk a little faster. “Honestly, Tsuwabuki! When did you get to be so rude?”
They found a highly rated restaurant not far away from Nanami’s flat; Tsuwabuki had frowned a little when he had seen the prices, but Nanami waved him off, reasserting that it was her treat. He had grown awfully headstrong in the last thirteen years. But then, he’d always been that way, hadn’t he? Tsuwabuki had put her in danger, trying to become important to her, more times than she could remember. Probably more times than she’d ever known about. He’d been determined enough as a child, and seeing the slightly stubborn set of his mouth when he wasn’t smiling, she decided that he was just as determined now. They’d chosen a table on the terrace out front, an overhanging lattice of vines providing spotty protection from the noon sun, and Tsuwabuki had insisted that she sit on the shadier side. It wouldn’t do, he’d said, to have the sun in her eyes; how would they be able to have a proper conversation? Whatever rationale made it all right for him escaped her, and she had acquiesced after a few token protests, though she was just a little piqued that he hadn’t felt it necessary to see her.
Not that she was complaining about the view. My, he had grown up.
Nanami’s phone vibrated at her side, and she absently checked the display. Touga. She blanked the screen and set it back on the table.
“Again?” Tsuwabuki asked, looking down at her phone. “Still a popular lady. Am I keeping you from something?”
“Not at all,” Nanami said, maybe a little too innocently. She tried again for a normal tone. “It’s just some business, but I’m on vacation right now.” And likely to remain that way until the very last second she possibly could. Touga was such a control freak-- he was going to kill her.
“Looks like it’s not very fun,” Tsuwabuki observed, leaning back in his chair and sipping his piping hot espresso, the traditional Italian end to the meal. “Why don’t you just shut off your phone?”
“I’m expecting an important call. I really can’t miss it,” Nanami said, placing her hand over the phone. Something sugary for dessert would have been nice. Touga’s calls had her on edge. But when in Milan… she looked up at Tsuwabuki, intending to start the gradual transition into goodbyes.
There was a calculating look in his eyes, reminiscent of her brother. It was gone before she was sure. “Well, I know just the thing for this afternoon,” Tsuwabuki said, setting his cup down. “Sforza Castle is open to the public, and seeing as it’s quiet, interesting, and somewhat related to my career, it seems ideal. You’ll be able to enjoy yourself and still catch that phone call.”
“Did you mean to study the architecture?” Nanami asked, a little piqued once again. She was used to men asking her what she wanted and whether she was busy… but if the truth were necessary, men who always asked were boring at best. And it wasn’t like she had any particular plans. The contract had superseded social engagements.
“Oh, I’ve been there many times. I did some drafts of it just for fun a year or so back,” Tsuwabuki replied, pushing his chair back and standing. “The architecture is amazing everywhere in Italy. It’s one of the reasons I love to come here.” He rounded the table, offering her a hand up.
Nanami’s biting little quip about his lack of ability with the language died on her tongue. If she’d been with someone she had just met, she might have said it anyway even as she took his gallantly offered hand, but it just didn’t seem right to insult an old friend. She placed her hand in his and said, “Thank you, that does seem suitable,” rising from her chair.
Tsuwabuki paused, his eyes gleaming wickedly. “That’s not the Nanami I remember,” he taunted.
Nanami stopped, affronted. ��And exactly what is that supposed to mean?” she demanded.
His grin gave away only amusement. “Nothing, Nanami-sama.” He squeezed her hand briefly, reminding her that her hand was still in his.
Nanami felt her cheeks color, and she yanked her hand away, stalking off. “Come on, then!” she called back over her shoulder. “I haven’t got all day to waste on you, Tsuwabuki!”
It turned out, however, that Nanami did indeed find herself in Tsuwabuki’s company for the rest of the day. First, the Castle, then window shopping in the fashion district, then plans for a light supper at one of the best restaurants in Milan, a tiny seafood place with cheery yellow and green walls and a deceptively homey feeling. Tsuwabuki had protested Nanami’s offer to pay for dinner, and in retaliation she had chosen one of the more expensive restaurants in the city. It had failed; he had barely seemed to notice. It also turned out that he was at least reasonably familiar with fine wines, which earned him some definite favor.
Not that he seemed to notice that either. He was far too busy being flirted with by the waitress, who was leaning far over to explain the menu to him in her best combination of broken English and Italian. Nanami let it continue for a few moments, and then said, “Tsuwabuki.”
That one word was enough to get his attention. His eyes snapped to her, and he grinned at her. “Yes, Nanami-sama?” he asked, contriving meekness.
“Honestly, Tsuwabuki,” she said after a long moment, sighing heavily. He’d been doing this sort of thing all day. “You would think--” The phone vibrated again. Touga again. Nanami glanced down at the screen and almost blanked it before she realized it was an Italian number. She felt her pulse spike. “Mi scusi,” she said hastily, jumping out of her chair and tapping her pin into the phone. She cleared her throat as she swiftly walked out, composing her voice. “Kiryuu Nanami, pronto?” she said, her Japanese flowing smoothly into the Italian. The doors whooshed open at her touch, depositing her out on the comparatively quiet street.
“Domenico Dolce, bella. Am I interrupting anything?”
Nanami felt sudden compression, as if a fist was squeezing around her insides. Here it came. She was gratified when her voice came out steadily, even a little bored. “I’m at dinner, Dolce-san, but I can spare you time if you need it.” Suitable obfuscation. She waited.
“No need to discuss details until later, then. Stefano and I would like to take you up on your proposal.”
A rush of triumph threatened Nanami with lightheadedness. After a brief pause, she said, “Excellent, Dolce-san. My lawyer will forward the requisite paperwork to you.” A brief touch on her shoulder roused her from her conversation. Tsuwabuki was standing there, his aqua eyes a little confused, perhaps even worried. He must have picked up on her agitation when she’d left. She flapped a hand and turned away.
Domenico’s voice sounded just as relieved and happy as she felt. “Shall we say Monday morning then? Just to go over the details. And we’ll need you to stay here for at least a month, bella, if only to get your wardrobe started.”
“Monday morning will be fine. I’ll make arrangements to be at your disposal for as long as you need,” Nanami answered, her mind skipping ahead already, making lists and mental reminders of all that needed to be arranged over the weekend. “Until Monday, then.”
“It will be a pleasure, bella. Ciao.”
“Ciao,” Nanami answered, and then dropped the phone, letting herself be giddy with relief and happiness for just that moment. Once the paperwork had gone through, there was no going back. She felt the sudden urge to shriek with elation.
“Nanami?” Tsuwabuki asked.
Nanami whirled and gleefully threw herself into his arms, laughing as he stumbled, and she stumbled with him, and then somehow she was kissing him and life was just so damn good it was all she could do not to explode. Breathlessly, she pulled back, laughing at his confusion. “I just bought a part ownership of Dolce & Gabbana,” she said.
Tsuwabuki’s expression clearly stated that she might as well have declared herself a part owner of the moon for all he cared; he was reeling from the kiss and just glad she was happy. “That’s great! Time for champagne,” he said, his gaze lingering a moment longer than strictly necessary on her mouth.
An entirely different kind of giddiness fluttered in her stomach. “Well, maybe one more thing first,” Nanami said coyly, letting him be confused for a long moment before she stood up on tiptoe, pressing her lips against his once more. Goosebumps prickled up her arms. The fist that had compressed her insides became a sudden tug, her body wanting to be pressed against his. Her cheeks were flushed when they pulled apart that time. She felt herself become just a little shy, shocked by the intensity of her feeling. “Thirteen years is an awfully long time to wait for a kiss,” she said.
“I’m not complaining,” Tsuwabuki said, looking strangely shy himself. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”
“You were the first guy who tried to kiss me. I wouldn’t forget that,” Nanami sniffed.
Tsuwabuki grinned, running his fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “We should get inside before they decide we skipped out on our bill already.”
Nodding her agreement, Nanami pulled back, letting her hand trail down his arm until his hand caught it. “Definitely a night to celebrate. And stop flirting with the waitress. When I’m around, you pay attention to me.” It was a joke. Well, partly.
Luckily, he understood that. “Yes, Nanami-sama,” he said, grinning down at her.
The next morning, Nanami awoke to a mild hangover, an unfamiliar form in the bed with her, and the front door of the flat slamming shut. “Oh, shit,” Nanami breathed. Touga had a key, of course. They owned it jointly. As footsteps began to make their way down the hall towards her room, resounding in her aching head, she shook Mitsuru’s shoulder, hissing, “Wake up, dammit!”
He’d barely opened his eyes when the door to her room slammed open. “Nanami,” Touga started, fury darkening his stormy blue eyes.
“Get out!” Nanami yelled, sitting up with the sheet clutched to her chest. Grabbing for something, anything, her hand encountered the alarm clock and hurled it across the room with near-devastating results. Touga barely managed to duck out of the way in time; the clock left a dent in the wall, the plastic case shattering, shards spreading everywhere. Nanami couldn’t bring herself to feel sorry. “I don’t barge in on you like this!”
It was then that Touga registered Tsuwabuki’s form in the bed with her. After his initial suprise, he didn’t even have the grace to be embarrassed. “We need to talk,” he said pointedly in Japanese, not recognizing Mitsuru and expecting him not to understand. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing--”
“Spending her money on something she loves,” Tsuwabuki snapped before Nanami had the chance to say anything.
Nanami scowled, half grateful that Tsuwabuki had immediately jumped to her defense, and half annoyed that he thought it was necessary. “Both of you shut up!” she growled, and they must have realized that she meant it, because the room was suddenly as silent as death. “Touga, we’ll talk as soon as I get dressed. Mitsuru…” she looked over at him, her anger melting into exasperation leavened by a tiny sprinkling of amusement. “You stay out of it. I don’t want you fighting my battles for me anymore.”
Tsuwabuki Mitsuru visibly made himself relax, leaning back in the bed. “I’ll just stay here, if you don’t mind.”
With a soft noise of incredulous disgust, Touga turned on his heel, stalking out of the room and shutting the door behind him. Nanami heaved a sigh. “Are you sure you don’t want to get out of here before the fireworks start?” she asked, laying back down and resting her head against Mitsuru’s chest.
“I’ll be here if you need me,” he said. “You know. The usual.”
Nanami smiled ruefully. “Yeah. I know.” Looking up, she sighed. “But... thanks, Mitsuru.”
There was a little flare of surprise in his eyes before he grinned, ruffling her hair. “Di nien-te, Nanami-sama,” he said, almost managing not to mangle it.
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SAYONARA NO IMI - CHAPTER III
Summary: The story of Hashimoto Nanami as Shi-jin(thorn human) representative in a sacred ritual between her kind and the humans
Notes: This story is adapted from Sayonara No Imi Music Video, however in order to make more sensible plot there are several things that will be changed. Also, I really have no idea how Shitoushiki works so what I write in this story is purely based on my imagination mixed with a little bit of information that I gained from the MV.
Hashimoto Asuka thinks that fate is joking with her. Spinning her life around in the most twisted way possible. From the beginning, she was never one to sympathize with the need to do a Shitoushiki, from the time when the priest told her everything about it and why it is necessary, she always thinks that it is foolish, she even had bluntly voiced out her opinion on this matter.
In her opinion, there never was a peace between the humans and shijin. It’s not really a peace when the human has a higher standing than her kind, allowing them to do as their wish, treating them like nothing but a poisonous being. They have to hide while being scared for life hoping not to make a single mistake that would pretty much rob them out of the tiny bit of freedom they have left.
To tell the truth, she’s sick of it- of being a shijin and also for having to live among humans. Sometimes she feels like they should maybe team up and start a rebellion, sure there will be a lot of casualties but they say true freedom comes with a cost and she thinks it will be worth everything even people’s life.
However, of course, she can't-do so, not if she pretty much owes everything to her sister who has done every single thing that she deemed necessary to have her live as normal as possible. This is also why she was 100 percent approve her sister plan to leave the village and go back to the city, she had even promised her that she would take care of herself here in the village, do her best to make everything goes smoothly and after she finally come of an age without any single spot in her records she would be able to legally leave this place and meet her sister once more.
A week ago, everything was going smoothly until the day when they have to decide the Shitoushiki representative came. She wasn’t there when they had announced it as the one that is eligible participate is those who are at least 18 years old and only candidates and the priest should attend the little ceremony, hence she was doing her normal routines as if nothing big is happening in the shrine.
However, this year she’s finally of age to witness the ceremony for the first time and just like her most of the girls in the class has also turn 16, which is why the other girls were talking about the ceremony excitedly, wondering about who will be the Shijin representative since her classmate’s older sister is going to be the one representing the human.
Even one of them had dared to ask her about whether she knows who will represent her kind or not. Which she coldly answered with a no.
“Wow, they don’t even let one of their people know about it? That’s really strict,” Kitano Hinako the girl who is always cheerful had somehow failed to notice how she tried to push her away with the short and strict answer, instead the girl- who sits right in front of her is actually scooting her chair closer to her table which makes her feels a bit uncomfortable. “Then who do you think will get chosen?”
She couldn’t take it anymore, she hates how they are acting as if this is some sort of entertainment that would be enjoyable to watch. She slammed both of her hands onto the table, which surprised pretty much everyone who hasn’t left the class and said in a low tone.
“I don’t care.”
She noticed how the girl had leaned back, most likely afraid that she would do something foolish that would hurt her. She scoffed and roughly shoved all the books on her table into her bag, not saying anything else before leaving the class with everyone’s eyes on her.
She feels lucky that the class has ended as she doesn’t think she would be able to face her classmate again for the day. So, she started to walked back home as she hoped her poor table is somehow free of any damage because of what she just did totally involved the thorns.
Once she’s home she went straight to the room that she shared with her sister and two other girls, placing her bag on the floor and pranced around the room before realizing that it is awfully quiet today. Raising her eyebrows because of the rare occurrence she decided to look for the others, taking note that they had finished announcing representative this morning, usually after that, the girls gathered in their backyard.
However, when she passed one of the room that is used for accepting a guest the door suddenly slide open, revealing the priest, the girl that she has never seen before and her own sister who was the one who opened the door and by seconds has passed through her in a half run towards the other side of the building.
“Nee-chan?”
Her sister didn’t answer her gaze stick to the floor as her hands clenched on her sides, she could clearly see her thorns protruding from her skin. She stood fazed, her brain couldn’t comprehend the situation, why would her sister have to meet with someone on the watch of the priest even.
She had actually figure out the answer ever since she saw the older girl walked out from the room. However, she couldn’t accept it. At that moment, she realized that she doesn’t want her sister to get hurt that’s the reason for her to try staying as calm as possible besides how she found herself on the verge of lashing out a lot of times.
So, Hashimoto Asuka tried to find where her sister went, which lead her to the study room. From outside she could hear the small voices of two people talking, so she stopped herself from pulling the door open and opt to stand still and wait for the two people inside to finish their conversation before entering the room.
She was glad that Shiraishi actually decided to give both of them privacy as it is what she needs to have her sister run away from the window while buying more time until someone notices her disappearance.
Nevertheless, the older Hashimoto said no.
She couldn’t stand it, how a ritual that she hates so much and has to witness for the first time in her life will have her sister putting her own wellbeing on the pedestal. Just like she couldn’t stand her classmate who keeps talking about how her sister is really honored to stand in that position. Every time someone mentions it, she wanted to scream, to say that it’s not actually fun and games for them.
But she has promised that she wouldn’t ruin it, so she keeps her silence, albeit sometimes she still lashed out and shut them out with a harmless but rude gesture.
If only she could she would prefer to act like the ceremony is not happening, just like how she did it in many years before. If she could just like how she did it in many years of her life she would like to just skip it, not even going to breach that topic whenever she is around the other shijins.
Sadly, that’s not an option for her this year.
In two years her name will be among the pools of the other mature shijins, having the same chance as the others in the pool to be called for being a representative of a shitoushiki. For the shijins ever since they turned 16 they are not just allowed to observe the practice and the ceremony but it is compulsory for them too.
However, she is still trying to avoid the practice as much as she can, with a reason that she has school, well at the several first practices where the shijin rehearse independently from the humans she was somehow able to do so. Too bad that the practice where both parties will do a mock ceremony is taking place after school time ends.
So, with a heavy heart, she drags her foot towards the area where they practice, trying to keep her ear shut from the chattering of her classmate who walks a few meters ahead of her, irritated by herself for forgetting her earphone at home.
A lot of times she caught Nishino Miona looking back at her, with eyes looking troubled as she tried to tone down the topic about the practice that is taking place. The girl also knows the truth about the ceremony and what went wrong with it a year ago. For someone coming from the founding family, she must have heard about that, especially because it deals with her own older brother.
“Say Miona-chan, do you think one day you will stand in your sister place?” Hoshino Minami innocently asked. “Isn’t that how it works? I mean it used to be your brother being the representative, now it’s your sister, so someday it’s going to be yours, isn’t it?”
Asuka bets the short-haired face would be pale by now, she unconsciously paid her attention to the girl, silently waiting for her answer.
“It’s more complicated than that,” she softly answered.
“Well, maybe when it comes for you to take the turn you will have Asuka-san to be the shijin representative. It would be really cool.” Kitano Hinako butted in with her ever cheerful expression on her face, “right, Asuka-san?”
To tell the truth, that time there’s nothing she wished more than to slap the girl out of her lack of knowledge. But she is aware that might be more of society fault than the person, so she just pretended she was too busy with her phone to even notice. Good thing that Kitano wasn’t able to repeat the question as her friend tried to distract her with some stuff about assignments.
That’s when Asuka decided to take another direction on their next turn, choosing to walk the long as it means she doesn’t need to listen to them more. It is also good that she will be able to cut several few minutes of the practice where they would have told her to introduce herself to the humans.
She has no idea whether the way that she had chosen is truly much longer or is she the one who was walking as slow as possible, but once she finally reached the grass field with a small wooden stage where people gather to either practicing or watch the practice, the quarter of the mock-ceremony is already done. She could see the disapproval looks of the priest for her lack of punctuality but she decided to ignore that.
That’s when she noticed that Nishino Miona is not just spectating the practice. The short-haired has a video camera in hand, looking focused as she records every second of the action.
At that moment, there is one thing that she could think of.
What if she uploads that to the internet?
It is already bad enough that people will definitely say something mean about their kind, mocking her sister who will be the face of the shijin, but what’s even worse is that possibility of more people will know about the older Hashimoto. In this case, if she ever ran away, there’s a possibility that someone might recognize her and report her especially if they notice that the older girl is close to a human.
That video could destroy Hashimoto Nanami future just as much as the blade that is currently going to slain the tiny space between the thorns of her hands could.
The future that the girl long so much yet prohibited by the law. The one that she has always hope her sister will have.
Thus’ Hashimoto Asuka took a step closer to the short-haired and tried to snatch the video recording device out of the girl’s hand, “don’t record it. You shouldn’t. It’s not right”
“I already got a permission,” the girl said, holding the device even tighter so that she wouldn’t be able to take it away.
“Oh yeah of course, because you humans are always so special, aren’t you? Is this not enough for you guys that you have to show the entire world that you are taking charge? That you could just easily do everything and have right to judge every-single-thing that we do while we basically have no rights at all?”
The girl looks flabbergasted and half-shouted “what are you talking about?”
“Just STOP THE RECOR-”
She could feel someone is holding her left wrist, pulling it away from her classmate’s video recorder. She tried to get away from the person tight grip, but it was too late.
She heard a cry of pain as the person took a step away from them, covering her palm with her other hand, face twitching in pain as blood started to drip down from the palm, glided smoothly across her skin till it reached her elbows before finally fallen to the grass beneath them.
The person is the human representative, the person that irked her so much despite not even had interacted with her before.
A part of her thinks that she should have felt happy about this, yet somehow, Asuka feels nothing but excessive guilt.
Asuka clenched her fist, feeling more terrible that she has ever been, her eyes albeit afraid moved to her sister who stood up to approach them but in response was shoved away by one of the human escorts who is dressed in blue.
“Don’t! You will only make it even worse,” the human escort said as she approached the representative in a protective manner, she looked up to the priest and ask “can we please end the practice for the day? Let me take care of Nanase.”
The priest looks troubled but nodded as soon as the long-haired girl finishes the sentence. The person gave a brief nod as an acknowledgment before pulling the hurting girl gently by the shoulder, keeping a protective arm across her back as she guides the girl away, carefully instructing the girl to keep a pressure to the cut as they walked.
“I am sorry,” Asuka apology came out weak and let as the person concerned is already in the distance where they wouldn’t be able to hear her soft whispers, her thorns protruding to reminds her of the misdeed.
This was the first time she had truly gotten someone hurt physically. Not before this day she had ever experience a stronger feel of guilt and fear.
For the first time over the last few years, Hashimoto Asuka shed a tear.
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