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kichous · 10 months

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✧･ﾟ:* but we were born to be alone

summary. nanami kento is probably the most reliable man you know. but by god is it hard to talk to him, sometimes. series. a night of dark trees. part one . part two . part three . part four you’re here ! pairings. past nanami kento x gn!reader. mentioned gojo satoru x gn!reader. warnings. none. word count. 1999

This is a massive ethics violation. If one were to look up the definition of ‘conflict of interest,’ a photo collage of every one of your sessions with Nanami Kento would be directly underneath it. You’d known this when you first started dating Kento, shortly after he abandoned the mundane world for this cavalcade of peril known as jujutsu sorcery. When you brought it up to him, he hadn’t cared.

“That makes your dating pool rather small,” he’d commented instead, not unkindly yet neither pitying. He was right. It’s not like you have any other colleagues. Everyone comes to you. You and Shoko have always referred to each other as siblings for this purpose—she’s in charge of the physical, you’re responsible for the mental. Yet, as bad of an idea as it was, your vocation hadn’t come between you. If anything, it was your issues, rather than his own, that had put the kibosh on your relationship.

(Funnily enough, this issue of ethics arises with everyone except Gojo, who had never once made use of your professional services, in spite of the open and persistent invitation.)

You suppose that the rest of the sorcery world wouldn’t care, even if half of them didn’t think you were a hack. They tolerated much—inbreeding and eugenics, passing death sentences onto children, systemic misogyny. The thought that power imbalances would cause any of them to blink is almost laughable. And it seemed Kento’s time among the mortals hadn’t whittled away his sorcerous sensibilities.

The issue of being the only sorcerer therapist throughout all of Tokyo was that you didn’t have anyone to turn to. It’s not like you can off-load on a civilian counterpart. Yeah, so my fiancé was murdered on my wedding day, and the entire ceremony was treated to the sight of his gory remains. I’ve developed commitment issues ever since, and while I’m desperate for love, I don’t know how to open myself up to it. Also there’s this guy, and he’s really cool and powerful and a little stupid and he told me he loves me, but I said ‘Thank you’ like a fucking idiot and now he won’t talk to me—yeah. There’s your dilemma.

“Thank you for your time,” you tell Kento at the end of your session, shorthand for ‘everything we talk about afterward is off the record’ that somehow still lasted even after the two of you had very awkwardly broken up. Worst homemade candlelit dinner ever. At least he hadn’t humiliated you in public. Despite the circumstances, you both recovered well. You can’t quite call Kento a friend more than an occasional drinking buddy, but the care and concern is still there.

He gives you a quick nod and buttons his jacket, though he still remains seated. “You’re curious about Itadori, aren’t you?” asks Kento.

“Perceptive as always,” you smile. “He hasn’t been out in the field since his resurrection. It would be irresponsible to put him on a mission for adults, but the boy, Junpei… well, I suppose it’s irresponsible to involve children in these affairs to begin with.”

“He’s a good kid,” he says simply. There’s something wistful in his voice, a softness in his gaze.

“He is a lot like Yuu, isn’t he?” You prop your chin up on your hand, tossing your legal pad onto your desk to avoid crinkling your notes with the point of your elbow. Truthfully, you didn’t know Kento’s fallen friend very well. But you understand the feeling better than most. Itadori reminds you of someone else, and the band on your finger almost seems to shine brighter when the kid’s in the room. It’s almost like he knows, and he’s amused by the comparison. Not that he’d ever given you signs from beyond the grave since the time that he left you. “I guess we’re both still haunted by the ghosts of our pasts.”

It’s immediately clear that you’ve once again misspoken. Batting two for two, it seems. “Is that your professional opinion?” Nanami’s tone is sharp and the arch of his eyebrow severe. You’re not friends. You barhop together sparingly and the focus on the night has always been the alcohol. You’re not close enough to bring up his dead friend even if the commonality of losing someone deeply important to you is what brought you together in the first place.

“More of a friendly observation,” you wince. “I see that it didn’t land. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing you need to be sorry for.”

At that, you release an incredulous laugh. “And you’re so certain about that?”

Nanami blinks. “Nothing to me,” he amends.

“Yes, we’ve long since established you don’t mind an abuse of power if you get hot sex out of it.” Whoa—you did not mean to sound that bitter. “I don’t do that anymore. Cross professional boundaries because I’m lonely, which—wow, I’m really just digging this hole deeper aren’t I? If I keep swallowing my foot and beyond, will I disappear or—”

“I know about you and Gojo,” interrupts Nanami with what you can only describe as bemusement, with a knowing incline of his head. “You’re starting to ramble like him, too.”

You slap a hand over your mouth. “You take that back!”

“Although, I shouldn’t be too surprised at your similarities,” Kento continues with a dry wryness you came to realize is the closest he’ll ever get to playful. “There must, after all, be a reason why you are nine and a half points ahead of me.”

“What?”

His lips twitch. “Never you mind.”

You pout, but all that does make him snort.

“Well, since we’re already on the topic of atrocious breaches of professional etiquette, it appears our mutual acquaintance was… upset before he left on his work trip. That wouldn’t have anything to do with your fuckbuddy arrangement?” He adjusts his spectacles, your office’s LEDs glinting off the lenses and the TAG Heuer on his wrist, impassive as your tea goes down the wrong pipe. “Please don’t mistake me—customarily, I couldn’t care less about his mood. But he’s been even more obnoxious than usual as of late.”

“And you want me to fix it.” Not a question. It’s mortifying enough that he sussed out the fact that you’re boinking—and you thought you’d been hiding it so well, too!—and it’s a whole other realm of shame that he’s asking you to unbreak Gojo Satoru’s heart. You’re not certain how much he knows; Gojo isn’t the type to gossip about his sex life beyond boasting in the vaguest of terms, much prouder of his skill as a sorcerer than anything a regular man might brag about. But on the other hand, you don’t want to chance exposing too much. If Nanami even really cares to begin with. “I already tried, he left me on read.”

“You apologized via text?”

“No, I asked him to meet so I could do it in person,” you snap. “Why’re you so invested, anyway? If he’s being annoying, just get Shoko to smack him upside the head of a couple of times.”

“Can you blame me for being intrigued? You’re probably the only human alive who could best Gojo Satoru without breaking a sweat.” Nanami crosses a leg as he speaks, sporting a pose uncomfortably similar to your own, typically used to balance your notepad on your knee.

“My love life isn’t a sports match!”

“No,” continues Kento evenly, “but Gojo is… not a friend.” He makes an expression like he’s just bitten down on a whole lemon. “But as far as colleagues go, he’s closer than most. He stopped being a symbol to me a long time ago. Can you say the same?”

You open your mouth to protest—and then you stop yourself short.

Gojo Satoru is but a man, flesh and bone that you’ve mapped countless times with your fingers and tongue. But even his name in your phone—pure jest that it is—belies the inhumanity with which you’ve been treating him. The colloqualism for your relationship is ‘friends with benefits.’ How much can you say that you’re actually friends? You’ll deny it any time someone asks, but that’s just how people talk about Gojo. They respect him, some revere him, but those in Tokyo get a closer glimpse at him than most. He’s harmless and friendly, if a little annoying—so long as you aren’t a conservative. No one really hates him in that they want him dead. He’s like an irritating younger sibling, at best. He’s got allies, and that’s as good as friends, right?

Everyone knows the tale of Gojo Satoru. The myth, the legend. But how many can say that they truly know him?

And can you dare to count yourself among them?

“If a punching bag counts as a symbol,” you admit. For the most part, it had been purely transactional between the two of you. At some point, for him, that changed. But you’d used him, under the assumption that he didn’t mind. Because everyone else did. He was someone to aspire to, someone to rely on. Just as easily, he was someone to envy, someone to resent. And you’d done just about enough of that. His good fortune was not your justification—it was his chipper attitude. Someone who suffered as you did had no right to be that happy. Worse, even, as his beloved’s butcher. But that wasn’t right. You were just jealous of his resilience.

And yet, when the supposedly omnipotent Gojo Satoru—however unwittingly—bared his soul to you, you hadn’t crushed it on purpose. You’d done it with the same lack of consideration you’d always given Satoru. Because he could take it, just like he could weather everything. And because you refused to let anyone get too close, no matter how cruel you had to be to keep your distance.

He’s the strongest. He’s untouchable. When someone needs something done, no matter the cost, they go to him. And, ever cognizant of his responsibility, he took it upon himself so no one else had to needlessly suffer. So when you needed a sexual outlet, you went to him, never once considering that it might mean something to him, that he was a person underneath the heated glances and booty calls. Gojo’s a martyr—and it’s only by the grace of his grating personality that he’s spared the full brunt of the worship that entails. You’re just another arrow piercing Saint Satoru’s side.

“I messed up.” Your voice is hoarse, strained by the lump in your throat.

“I know,” says Nanami helpfully.

It’s the thought that counts, you suppose. “When did you become the therapist, huh?”

“Not certain. I should charge you for this.” Kento’s always had a handsome smile. You’d like to see it more often.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much by way of cash. Can I pay you in rosé instead?”

“You insult me.”

It feels good to laugh with him, a weight lifting off of your chest with each movement of your shoulders. It’s nice. Much better than pushing people away. You wave him off with a hand. “All right, it’s late. You’d better get out of here if you want to catch the last train. Skedaddle, Kento-kun.”

Nanami lingers by the door as you see him out, a coy tilt to his mouth. For a moment, you consider that this turn of conversation hadn’t been random at all. It wasn’t exactly the smoothest of segues, but he’d always been a little stiff. But now, you wonder if he’d been sent as a messenger—either from Gojo or from the big guy upstairs. Or maybe one of the big guy’s citizens, whom you hope you haven’t disappointed too badly.

But before you get to ask, he huffs out a quiet little chuckle. “You had better make up with Gojo quickly, sensei. Otherwise, I might just steal him right out from under your nose.”

You’re too stunned to properly respond to his cheerful (for Nanami anyway) ‘Goodbye’ as he shuts the door to your office behind him.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #anodt tag.#jjk fic.#this is the part of the romcom where reader runs to the airport to catch gojo and gets tackled by security for being a public disturbance

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theorynexus · 4 years

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This would seem to bring us to Post Number 60, the 62nd post of this series, if you count the decimalized ones.

LAST TIME ON MEAT EPILOGUE It would seem we are returning to John and Terezi, this time--- wooo!~ Apparently, he looks pretty bad. This is unfortunate. On the other hand: YES, MEAT EPILOGUE CHAPTER/SECTION 6!!!

Hey, don’t try to shame John for being the sub in this situation. It’s not like he has experience with that kind of thing (not that it’s something generally to be ashamed of: I’m just saying that it is something he seems to be somewhat embarrassed about, and his inexperience meant that it wasn’t exactly by choice on his part--- which is not to suggest that Terezi molested him in any way). Aaaannnd Trolls (especially highbloods) are supposed to be particularly vicious in nature, generally, right? It makes a whole lot of sense that that would extend to the bedroom, as well.

... But yeah, that doesn’t help with his health. He was already doing pretty badly, just after the surgery. He didn’t really need that sort of mess tacked on afterward. Oh, and... why “mysteriously” sticky, you derp? XD

And I am glad you were kidding. (That slapping was very interesting to hear. Hmmm.) Yeah, him being confused and uncertain about it also feels just about right~ ~~~ On a random note, I am reading this just after going through the memo where Karkat, John, and Dave were talking about romance/the propagation of the species, and KK insisted that John and Dave stay away from troll women. That makes this all wonderfully hilarious, in retrospect.

Huh. I’ve never seen “cuckold” used in that sort of context before. Indeed, this is quite the question, though. Could John Egbert handle a blackrom? A caligionous one, at that? A very hard question, that is. I’m not sure he’s emotionally capable of giving himself into the kinds of hate and playful ribbing that would be constantly involved in that kind of relationship, if healthy. I suspect it might have been just a particularly violent flushed thing, though. We’ll see.

Pffft. Slithers. That said: Huh. I was not expecting that turn. Let’s see where this goes~

Oh my gosh, Dirk, would you stop being such a downer? XD I think this is indeed very, very cute~ Soul-shattering is a weird sort of term to use there, for a normal person. Seems right for Dirk, though. He understands the nuances of how shattering can be more or less than a whole break.

That is practically the definition of a subjective judgment. I know you’re being ironic and all, but come on, man, that’s just base as heck. But yeah, I think he might have it bad, indeed.

The question here is, “Does he mean to suggest that Andrew Hussie is God to him, or does he mistakenly [in the context of Homestuck, which has given no distinct evidence for it] believe that there was a God that he actually usurped?” “replaced” is a very interesting and useful word, here, given the working interpretation that I have is indeed that he is interpreting AH as God and likely believes him to have abandoned Homestuck, thus removed himself from his directorial capacity over its narrative, until he managed to take over.

WHY ARE NEITHER OF YOU THINKING OF RETCON-PORTING IN TO RESCUE HER FROM HER DEMISE BEFORE IT HAPPENS?!?!?!? But yeah, you really should get home and recover first, if it is possible.

Whoops. Not a good sign. Noooot a good sign.

The Power of Three is a very strong thing.

Here we gooooooo!!!~ The first time (I think) that I’ve continued a post beyond one page!!!

No. Also, probably Jake English. He has strange effects on people.

Wow, someone’s a bit miffed. That said: Hooray, acknowledgement by the narrative! :’D

I do not appreciate your repeated suggestions that Jake is dumb! That said: No. No, I do not want to engage in wanton promiscuity with such a man. I am, to put it quite simply, not interested in meaningless sexual encounters with people I am not deeply connected with. Even if I had such a bond with Jake English, I would not be inclined to engage in such activities. Quite frankly, I am not exactly partial to the type of equipment he sports. As for the political side of things... well, that’s complicated. Yeah, people can indeed become far too energized by the attractiveness of candidates and those associated with them, rather than their substance. Maybe that’s the case, here. I’d like to think that the actual results of the election will in fact prove people wrong. Maybe there will be exit polls that we can see excerpts of to judge things for certain. I don’t know~

FINALLY, SOMEONE FRICKING ADMIRES THE SUFFERER!!!

Eh? I mean, I guess even Dave and Karkat were acknowledging the possibility of a misstep. We’ll see what happens.

Heee’s probably gonna try to sabotage this, isn’t he? Also, I wish I were more familiar with human muscle anatomy.

“The Kibosh” is a good phrase to use. That said: ***snerk*** It’s like Karkat has wedding day jitters. XD

Man, it is annoying how spiteful you are toward him, Dirk. Can you give him a break for just a second? I mean, you probably caused the sweating to begin with.

Wow. Such dudebroism, which I just suddenly realized/-membered Dirk was supposed to slightly embody, somewhat. (I blame Gamebro Magazine, and the sharp contrast between the diction there and Dirk’s writing style.) That is a funny description, though, the brain-tonguing. Also, gosh, Jake is nervous.

Oh, hey, I think Dave’s going to finally get a feel for the Narrative, and maybe end up confronting Dirk. That will be incredibly interesting.

Wow, this is getting to him. It’s like he’s made of sugar, and someone’s just begun to drizzle water on him. Or maybe made of witch.

***lip curls up in a snarl*** Dave better make this quick. I am somehow edging on more angry at this Unreliable Narrator than I was before Alt!Calliope took over...!

Well, that’s, umm... interesting. Particularly, the cultivated Obfuscating Stupidity bit. But moreso the fact that Dirk will acknowledge he’s smarter than he seems.

Yes... I think I most definitely am more furious than ever at this piece of garbage, now. After the sweet taste of freedom that Jake was finally able to feel, and the burst of confidence he’d found in it, you pour all of this blithering waste on him? Jane was trying to use him! I’m sure she hasn’t loved him for a long time, and even then, I Jake never toyed with her heart intentionally, I’m sure! Grrrrr...!

Honestly, though, he brings up a complicated and intriguing question. Jake has definitely been used and abused throughout his history, and at least part of his recent activity to exploit his Hope-y Assets must have been Dirk’s doing, but how much of his sexually promiscuous revelry has actually been something that he would not and did not choose, say, as a result of his drinking problem, rather than him reveling in his identity as a

WORLD RENOWNED EXPLORER-NATURALIST-TREASURE HUNTER-ARCHEOLOGIST-SCIENTIST-ADVENTURER-BIG GAME HUNTER-BILLIONAIRE EXTRAORDINAIRE

just as your pre-Scratch self was? Regardless of the level of culpability he actually has in the matters of his life, he is nowhere near deserving of this kind of shaming, and Dirk should be ashamed of himself for this kind of disgusting behavior which he is almost certainly engaging in specifically to throw Jake off.

Oh, also, victim blaming is BS, and the answer is an unequivocal, “You, you insincere, megalomaniacal, self-justifying dirtbag.”

***is so fricking ANGRY that it is taking a great deal of willpower not to release a roar of primal fury and break my hand on my computer screen*** THIS IS NOT HOW HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS WORK!!! THAT IS NOT HOW SOMEONE WHO IS ACTUALLY WILLING TO SUBMIT TO YOU LIKE THAT WILL BEHAVE, YOU FFF--- ***RRRRRGH!!!***

YOU HAD BETTER NOT FRICKING LISTEN TO THIS GARBAGE, JAKE!!! RESIST HIS INFLUENCE, AND--- Huh. The thought just occurred to me that both Dave and Jake could be interpreted as stand-ins for Simon, if Dirk were Kamina (despite how different Kamina’s personality is from Dirk’s), because Simon really seems like he could be interpreted as a Page of Hope too, for some reason (but curse my ADHD! XwX) ---AND DEFEAT HIM WITH YOUR HOPE BUBBLE!!!

... At least he apologized. For what that is worth. This is going to seem so obvious to Dave, though. Obviously, he isn’t going to kill his Bro, but... well, let’s see how things turn out. Hmm. Also, this is hilarious insofar as it derailed the press conference and probably took away much of the steam that could have been generated for the Karkat/Vantas ticket by Jake’s endorsement, but it doesn’t exactly do all that much for Jane Crocker’s side, either. It was a very sickening and weird spectacle, but I am not sure how it will actually play out in their favor? Seems like it might cause Jane’s side trouble, and might cause tensions between them.

I still can never consistently remember what “smh” means. But yes, “HICCUP???” is right. STOP HIM, DAVE!!!

TACKLE HIM AWAY INTO THE FUTURE!!!

Realistically, he should have no problem with speed at all. Time power shown a la cheating with Jade in games should let him get there instantly, and even his flash step that he has shown since before entering the Game should allow him to get there on time. Man, Dirk is a prick about manipulating things. Especially since we are going to see things derailed and shift to another setting, right when Jake is supposedly going to make the biggest contribution he’ll ever make. WHICH DOESN’T EVEN FRICKING MAKE SENSE!!!

#Homestuck Epilogue #Homestuck Spoilers #Homestuck Liveblog #Rage #Dirk Strider #Evil #Piece of Garbage

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