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mossmurdock · 5 months

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let them hear it (n.kento)

pushing away the angst i had in mind and prioritizing kissing nanami till he's on the verge of giggling while the two of you are outside in the snow.

What the two of you have is complicated; as complicated as something gets with someone as straightforward as Nanami Kento.

You vaguely knew of each other because of work before you quit, and then you found yourself taking the same commute as him to get to your new building.The familiar face was a surprise; autumn was on the cusp of tipping over and you were looking over at a man already dawned in gloves and a suspiciously thick looking coat you swear you've seen hanging on the hooks of previous office walls.

It’s what he’s wearing tonight, although it’s winter, so he’s also smothered in a wool scarf and stops to adjust his ear muffs every once in a while as the two of you walk. The action is somewhat unserious on its own; the idea of a man as serious looking as him so attentively dressed for the weather is already an easy thing to make you smile. But, you’re both a little more than tipsy.

When Nanami stops for the third time to stop the thing from falling into his eyes, you burst out into laughter as he groans to mask his own slew of giggles.

The reservation the two of you made this month was on the late side, so after too much wine and food, the streets are empty for the two of you to wander. These appointments have been something a little more than precious to you recently. You aren’t sure how it all started, but you and Nanami have both found ways to indulge in yourselves at least once a month without feeling too guilty about it for about a year now. Lately, it’s been something you look forward to more than anything else you have planned.

This isn't the first time you found yourself testing your tolerance with Kento. You quickly noted how much of a heavy drinker he was once you found yourself slipping trying to keep up with him. Every month he’ll assure you there’s no need, but you’re rather adaptable yourself; and Nanami would never admit to liking a challenge. It might be wrongfully advantageous of you, but you liked the look of him loose like this. He lets himself lean on you a little more.

It just helps that the sidewalks happen to be particularly icy tonight.

“Hold it, hold—hold on,” he says breathlessly. There’s been the hint of a smile teasing the corner of his lips since the two of you have left the restaurant doors. It’s so contagious that you’re sure your lips will be split and bleeding by the end of the night.

He’s doubled over now, earmuffs on the brink of falling once more. You snort before stepping in front of him, bending down to clumsily bring them up his forehead. He looks up to you as you do, looking a little unlike himself. His cheeks are pink, eyes are wide and nearly starry, his lips are wet because he keeps licking them to fight off the cold. It takes everything in you not to ruffle up his hair even more than it already has been. It would be different, you think; it would be your own hands doing the carnage. Maybe he wouldn't be so quick to try and fix it then.

“What is it?” your breath comes out as fog in the air. A physical thing your sluggish brain finds beautiful when you watch it mingle with Nanami’s own breath. This close, you can spot tiny snowflakes melting into his lashes.

He hesitates, as if fighting himself for wanting to speak in the first place. There’s a strange expression on his face, too old and twisted to fit his features.

“My stomach feels like it’s about to burst,” he blurts, still clutching to his middle while hunched over.

A silent beat passes before you explode into laughter loud enough to wake people, playfully slapping your hand on his shoulder.

“How crude!” you exclaim, half scolding in your tone. “You’ve seriously got a foul mouth after a few drinks.”

“I would say that was more than a few,” he notes dazedly.

You hum, trying to get him to match your pace once he straightens himself. His shoulders hunch up to his ears as he does, a slight shiver hidden in the sea of fabric he's practically being swallowed into. His chill, the same as his concealed smile, is infectious. Your body follows his, feeling every bit of the breeze that passes through your clothing. Crossing your arms over your chest, you try and steel off your body.

"Are you cold?" Nanami offers his arm for you to cling onto, giving you no time to answer him.

The buzz radiating off your skin is silenced by the fabric he wears, squashed into his figure and sticking to him like scorching asphalt. You feel cemented this close to him, letting your arm fall and feeling him interlace your fingers while still keeping it close to his. His gloves keep you from feeling his skin. Your tease about him being the coldest between the two of you dies on your tongue.

The two of you bump shoulders, a little too inebriated to be walking this close together. The surrounding snow swallows up all other sound, only leaving your heavy footsteps and gentle breathing to be heard. Nanami sighs. You feel the noise travel from the soles of your feet, tingling at the tips of your ears.

“Comfortable?” you ask cheekily, feeling the pressing weight of him melding into your shoulder as time passes by. He hums in response, another vibration you can feel dancing on your skin.

“You’re warm,” he states, squeezing your hand firmly. Still painfully gloved. “Thank you.”

The sincerity in his voice knocks the wind out of your own, the only trace of it being the small cloud that leaves your lips. It takes everything in you to not dig your fingers into his hand, until you reached the skin, until he could really feel you, until he would be able toleach all the warmth he wanted from your blood. You think he would do it gently.

Nanami stops walking first once the entrance of his apartment comes into view. The steps up to the door are covered in snow and ice, they haven't been salted yet. You’re about to tell him to be careful while walking up the steps before you feel something foreign being placed on your head. They’re his earmuffs, unbelievably warm. They smell like the shampoo he uses.

He keeps his hands on the covers, an extra blanket on top of your ears. The weight makes any noise around you sound like it’s been drowned underwater. The feeling is as steady as his stare, half lidded and a little heavy, but balanced. The falling snow seems to still, as stagnant as the stars above your head. The warmth on his skin matches the mellow light seeping from people’s windows.

Your skin seers when his hand drifts to your cheek, dragging his thumb across your skin.

His face looks wind beaten and cold, cherry red at the tips of his ears, his nose, and his cheeks. The flush must run all over him, down to his knuckles and elbows, up his chest and shoulders. You wish you could see.

“You look like you’re freezing, Kento.” You lean into his touch unsubtly.

This proximity should maybe feel odd, but it’s hard to ignore all those secret moments the two of you share between meals, on commutes to work, on tipsy walks back home, now that you’re both facing each other.

And he shivers when you use his first name, when you raise your hands to fix his scarf and let the tips of your fingers graze the exposed skin of his neck. The cold teases at those that are cloaked the most, clawing at anything it can find.

“I’m fine,” he sniffles; soft and trailing and good natured. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” you chuckle. He smiles at the noise.

Something overtakes you, some kind of greed that can only be found in snow so pillowy that it wolfs down any noise, a force you can’t stop unless you step into it with your own shoes. There’s that crunch: where the only noise that life seems to need is your own. His. Yours. You’re both holding each other. The sound of his clothes are all you can hear.

You hear his movement before seeing it, feel his cold lips on your cheek long after he’s pulled away from you. It’s innocent, modest—but his hands—they cup around your entire face, shifting across your neck. His gloves are still in the way, but you can’t muster any complaints when the feeling is so intoxicating.

“Are you drunk?” he asks quietly.

“The cold sobered me up,” you answer, voice thin with the slightest shock. “You?”

“Me too,” he replies. He’s hastily taking off his gloves and the action momentarily puts some distance between the two of you.

“What—what are you doing?” you scoff confusedly.

“I can’t feel you,” he explains simply, stuffing the gloves into the pocket of his coat. “I’d like to feel you.”

Laughter ebbs past your lips for the millionth time. The happiness you’ve felt today only feels real because your cheeks are beginning to hurt from all the strain.

Kento has wrapped you in an embrace, easily picking you up from the ground by your waist. You gasp, smirking into his neck as you wrap your hands around him and try not to jostle the earmuffs too badly.

You might never know a strength like his; his hands are gentle and firm. When you press a lingering kiss to the juncture of his jaw, one coasts across the curve of your ass before settling into the meat of your thigh.

“Don’t be too quick just ‘cause you want to get out of the cold. The steps are icy.” You advise him while bombarding his face with light pecks similar to his first one, musing his hair and admiring the pliant looking smile on his face. It’s also the kind he holds when he’s holding back a laugh.

He hums deeply. You feel it intensely this time, it echoes against your own chest.

“I’m not being quick because of the weather,” he grumbles, barely hiding his urgency.

His response has you looking down at him smugly, wishing you could take a picture just so he could see his own flushed face.

this post is the culprit !! everyone please point and laugh at it, it is so embarrassing how long i thought about it.

i hope yall dont mind being tagged, but @riaki @maeby-cursed @threadbaresweater are also enablers!!! wrote this with yall in mind hope u like it

#THIS WAS BARELY EDITED LMAO #im so tired #it is five a.m. u guys #i love this man my hubby my wife #moss writes #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader

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gardenofnoah · 11 months

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the lamp light is warm across the cut of kento’s jaw. you feel it as you watch it clench—somewhere deep in your gut, the gesture makes a home that is as wholly familiar as the creak in the second step up the stairs. his hard angles are like that—you could close your eyes and know the contours of his face from memory, just as you do your own. brow furrowed in focus, he’s so beautiful that it’s almost unsettling. time has not changed him.

not like it’s changed you.

“hello, my love.”

you raise your eyes to meet his, now looking up at you. there’s a soft smile on his face—it’s not teasing, like it would’ve been 5 years ago if he’d caught you staring. likewise, you don’t have it in you to feel sheepish at being caught. not anymore.

you return the greeting, but you know that it’s not as enthusiastic as you want it to be. kento seems to know it, too. he slides the stack of papers in front of him to the side of his desk, leaving the spot in front of him empty. when he looks up at you again it’s an invitation, and it’s one that no matter how shitty you feel, you could never pass up.

you cross the room without an unnecessary step, and he leans back in his chair for you to slot yourself between him and the desk. you take your seat on the wood and he leans forward, reaching for you as he always does when you’re close enough to be just too far from him. his fingers brush down the back of your calves until they wrap around your ankles, gently pulling your feet onto his lap. you let out a little sigh when his thumbs press into the soles.

“something on your mind?”

you meet his gaze again, and it’s both fond and a little worried. he’s as perceptive as he always was—you suppose he’s had to be, though the reasons that necessitated that are few and far between now. the toe dip into retirement has turned into more of a knee-deep wade, and now he mostly uses his observational prowess on you.

you sit back on your hands, sighing a little. 5 years ago, you would’ve vehemently denied that anything was wrong, if only to make sure you could be a partner that never took up too much space. you can’t bring yourself to do that now.

“i look….different.”

he cocks his head to the side, and for a second, he almost looks boyish. it’s warm when it rubs up against the frozen thing in your chest—it thaws you a little.

“different than?”

“different than i used to.”

“right.”

5 years ago, kento’s affirmation would’ve sent you into a tailspin. but it’s different now—you know he doesn’t mean it negatively. it’s more of a prompt for you to continue—a way for him to show you he’s present in the conversation.

“i feel bad about that.”

his brows furrow again—a tiny crease in the middle of them that makes you want to reach out and poke it.

“why do you feel bad about that?”

“i don’t know,” you tip your head back, looking to the ceiling like it’ll have the words you’re searching for on it, “i just…wasn’t expecting the change, i guess. i feel like i don’t know what my body looks like anymore.”

he’s silent while he takes in your words, thumbs sliding up the inside arch of your foot while he thinks. 5 years ago, his silence would have ate at you until you packed it with empty filler to take away from the heaviness you brought into the conversation. it doesn’t bother you now, though—you know he wants to hear what you have to say. you feel secure enough to say it.

“are there specific things about your body that you feel bad about?”

you nod after a moment, choosing not to elaborate. it really didn’t matter what they were—it was not as if it was your first time feeling body insecurity, but this feeling carried a bit of existentialism that you weren’t familiar with—that was the problem.

“i feel like i’m too soft,” you say after another moment of silence. it’s not a bombshell that shatters it—it’s just a tiny pebble dropped from above that disturbs the surface.

“for who?”

“me.”

his fingers curl around your ankles and hold you there while his eyes graze your face. “what do you need right now, my love?”

his eyes settle on yours and you feel your own need for him flare up inside your chest. too warm for the thing that was there before. melted, you crack.

“maybe a hug.”

you blink and he’s standing before you, strong arms reaching around your shoulders to cage your head in to his chest. your thighs squeeze around the outside of his instinctively, like to pull him in is all you know how to do. the hand on the back of your head is warm and unwavering like the rest of him.

“not that you asked for this,” he murmurs into your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, “but i love you soft. you change and i love you more than i thought i could.”

you press your forehead to his collar bone on a shaky exhale, letting his words wash over you. kento is nothing if not a man of whole truths—the biggest of those is that he loves you. it’s not like him to offer you meaningless affirmations just to placate you, so you know this carries weight—you take it for what it is.

“i want to love me soft, too.”

“i know,” he whispers into your hairline, “give it some time. you’ve done this before, no?”

his palm finds the base of your neck and massages the perpetual ache out of the muscle. there are moments that you are grateful for kento’s ability to find solutions where you cannot—to accept the control you hand to him on the basis of trust that has been earned over the years—but right now you’re grateful for his ability to know when to leave something unresolved. it might be true that to let this air out is the best thing for you to do—and knowing you’ll have kento to lean on when it doesn’t seem so simple is helpful.

the warm light casts shadows of your bodies against the wall—distorted and conjoined, and still more beautiful than you’ve ever seen. you think you can understand what he meant.

“love you, ken.”

he presses his smile into the crown of your head. “i love you, too.”

#i love to use this blog as a very public diary #sometimes you gotta air yourself out like a soggy beach towel u know #anyway i want to be friends w more nanamin fuckers. i am luring u to me. pspsp #i feel like all the nanami girlies have mortgages #nanami kento x reader #nanamin #nanami kento #jjk drabble #nanami drabble #nanami x reader #nanamin it’s the little things

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kentonanamisupremacy · 5 months

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🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

#nanami our beloved #nanami kento #i love u nanami nation

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m-ayo-o · 1 month

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As much as I love noisy men

My favourites will alllways be

Men with self control

Who are so disciplined they can fuck you silently

With their jaw clenched closed

Grunting occasionally

Growling if you let his cock slip out

And when he gets close

He's sucking his breath through his teeth

Whispering expletives

Telling you "my little slut can get my cum now"

And he unloads with a fuck-!

Squeezing your ass tight until you thank him

Meanwhile, he's got you screaming into the pillow so loud the neighbours are banging on the walls telling you to keep it down

#jjk x reader #suguru geto #could do that #any day #but he loves to moan for u #bc he knows u think its hot #toji fushiguro #does this without thinking #lots of namecalling tho #nanami kento #grunts a lot #very restrained #21+ megumi #megumi fushiguro #can be silent #prefers to keep his mouth shut #unless he's got something important to say to u #like #i love u

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poisednihil · 16 days

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guys.

GUYS.

I was listening to My Chemical Romance (like the good ol' emo I was am) and realized that Nanami didn't get to see them come back because he died exactly the year before-

Excuse me while I go cry in a corner

#kento nanami #kento nanami headcanons #kento nanami i miss u #my chemical romance #you would have loved their Halloween reunion announcement #mcr #gerard way #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami x reader

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loveheartzz · 8 months

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jujutsu kaisen 0

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colored-tr-panels · 8 months

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his hands….? Hmmm

#jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #i love u

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iruinn · 6 months

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baby, you're the sweetest thing ❀ nanami kento

chapter 4

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The morning sun shines through the window, waking you out of your deep slumber. You wince in annoyance, burying your face into the warm pillow in front of you. The pillow that is moving up and down. You’re sure normal pillows definitely don’t do that. You crack open an eyelid, coming face to face with a ripped chest, the shirt stretching over the muscles and if you turned your head you could totally rub your cheek against it-

And then he’d wake up to you probably drooling and rubbing your cheek all over his strong torso like an imbecile. You whine in frustration, your eyes opening again, tilting your head up.

Nanami is out like a log, his face soft in sleep. Wiggling, you realize his arms are firmly wrapped around your body, restraining you completely. On one hand, you could just go back to sleep, encased in the arms of the man of your dreams. He envelops you almost completely, his body temperature higher than yours. While the idea is extremely appealing to you, you also feel your bladder scream at you silently, and you curse it out in your head. Breathing out and shifting, you manage to get your arms free, but his are still firmly locked around your waist, pressing your body against his. You sense something else pressing against your stomach and you feel your cheeks heat up. It was early in the morning….

You weren’t positive but you think it’s pretty big. Getting more and more distracted by delicious thoughts, you grab Nanami’s arms, attempting to shuffle upwards, but the movement jostles him too much, and he wakes up with a grunt. You yelp as he grabs you tighter, leaning his body weight against you and pressing you against the wall your bed is against, your legs entangling with his. You will your bladder to hang on. “Kento!” You hiss, poking his side. “I need to pee!” “You move too much…” His voice is gravelly and low this early in the morning, and it makes you attempt to rub your thighs together. The movement pushes his leg up between yours higher, and you yelp in surprise at the firm feeling. He cracks his eyes open at the sound, realizing the position you were both in, and he sits up quickly, letting you go. You bounce slightly on the bed, missing his warmth immediately.

“Sorry, (name).” He turns his head away from you, and you think the top of his ears redden. “I was -am, still half asleep.” “It’s okay! Really!” You raise your hands, getting up and backing away into the bathroom. “Probably my fault too, I did warn you I was a cuddler, haha!” He watches you as you slam the door behind you, and you sink onto the floor, your head in your hands.

The cold floor calms you down, and you refrain from screaming into your hands. Any more close contact with him like this and you might jump him yourself, consequences be damned. Peeing quickly, you pat at your cheeks in the mirror, distracted by a knock on the door. You hear Nanami through the other side. “(name), everything okay?” You open the door quickly, meeting his eyes. You’re very aware that your hair is a bird’s nest, and you probably look like a mess this early in the morning. His hand is raised, like it was in the middle of the knock, and he puts it down, smiling at you.

His shirt is slightly raised over his stomach, and you sneak a peek at the exposed skin, biting your inner cheek at the sight of his toned torso and the hint of a happy trail. “Good morning….sleep well? He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “You could say that. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You make a nice pillow.” You try to convey to him psychically that he could use you as a pillow whenever he wanted but you think you fail and you end up just staring at him in silence. “Don’t worry about it!” You jump, shooting him a thumbs up. “You’re very. Warm and comfortable too. Zero complaints.” Maybe you’ll save telling him that you wished you could bottle up his smell for yourself in a bottle for another day. You’ve vomited enough of your thoughts for now.

You make your way downstairs after you’ve showered, grabbing a piece of toast and buttering it. You nod sleepily to your mother, following her into the living room as she details the wedding schedules for the rest of the week.

You look up in surprise at your mother. “Seiko’s having a traditional Shinto ceremony?” Your mother nods. “She insisted. The Zenins weren’t persistent on one but she wanted it. We’re having a western style reception the day after.” You thought the Zenins would have pushed for a Shinto ceremony more. You remember Naoya’s father being an extreme stickler for traditions. You groan, remembering your wardrobe. “I did bring along a kimono just in case, but I don’t really think it’s wedding suitable. I might need to go shopping for a suitable evening dress too.”

You’re distracted by your sister and Naoya coming down the stairs, having overheard your conversation. “Seiko and me were planning to go out tomorrow, you could join us and get your outfits while we’re at it.” Naoya pipes up, and you stare at him in disbelief. For once, you think you and your sister are in the same mind, as she’s also staring at him, a frown forming on her face.

“I don’t know if we have the time, Naoya, that was supposed to be us shopping for our honeymoon and I’m sure (name) would rather-“ “Nonsense, Seiko.” He dismisses her with a wave of his hand, casually. “I’m sure we can adjust for your sister.” You raise your eyes at Seiko, wincing when you see how furious she looks at being interrupted. “As flattered as I am for the invite, Zenin, I’m sure I’ll manage fine on my own. I’d hate to intrude upon you both.”

“Well, you won’t be on your own anyway, will you?” Your mother points out. “Take the opportunity to show Nanami around and make a day of it.” You never thought you’d be thankful towards your mother for telling you what to do, but you nod at her. “Sounds like a plan.” “You’re sure you still remember your way around, (name)?” You grit your teeth as Naoya asks, your name rolling off his tongue the way it used to back when you were together. You’re not sure you like his smug tone. “Or are you too used to living in Tokyo?” You turn on him, cold seeping through your voice. “I’m sure you’ve forgotten, but I grew up around here, same as you and Seiko. It’ll take more than a few years for me to forget.” He raises his hands, and you huff. You’re not sure what he’s angling at, but you’re more thankful than ever you’re not here alone.

“Besides, even if I do get lost, I’m sure I’ll be perfectly fine with my boyfriend to keep me company.”

You stretch, getting up. “I’m going to go ask him what he wants for breakfast now, anyway. See you around” Your mother waves you away, and as you’re halfway to your room, you feel a hand around your arm and you slap it away on reflex, before realizing it’s your sister, who has followed you. “Ow, (name)! It’s just me.” She winces, holding her hand. “Oops, sorry about that.” You’re aware you don’t sound apologetic at all, and she narrows her eyes. “Listen..” She starts, and you cross your arms, waiting. “Can we talk? I know the last time we did properly, it was anything but pleasant, but I want to get it all out in the air before I get married.” She tilts her head towards her room and you sigh, following her in, plopping yourself down onto the bed. She shuts the door behind her, and sits down on a chair nearby.

“Well? I’m listening.” Seiko pauses, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her this unsure. “Your new boyfriend..you’re happy with him?” You silently wonder where this was going, but you decide to entertain her. “You’ve seen him, right?” You snort. “Yeah, he makes me pretty happy.” A part of you feels guilty that you’re lying. Not to your family, as far as you’re concerned, they should be happy you’re even making an attempt to show up and be nice. But you’re unable to stop feeling bad about dragging Nanami Kento into this lie. As much as he’s reassured you that he’s okay with everything, a part of you fears that he’s putting up with all of this just for the favor he owes Gojo.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by Seiko continuing. “You…do you still have feelings for Naoya?” You lean forward, meeting her eyes. “What, you’re afraid I’m going to break down at your wedding and embarrass you about you marrying my ex-boyfriend?” She breaks your gaze, looking away. Her fingers play with a string on the chair’s cushion, pulling at it. “Well?” “You haven’t visited in two years. You kept in touch with everyone except me. And now you’re back for the wedding. I’m just wondering…”

You eye your sister curiously. “You’re…a lot more subdued than you used to be. What changed? You were positively smug before I left.” She sighs. “It’s been two years. Things are…a lot different now. Would you believe me if I said I regretted the way everything went down?” Well, wasn’t that a surprise. But you knew your sister wouldn’t magically turn a new leaf for no reason. You know her far too well, and you keep your guard up. “You’re not telling me something, Seiko. Out with it.”

A grimace is present on her face, like it’s painful for her to get the words out. “Naoya isn’t the heir of the Zenin family.” Your mouth falls open in shock. You certainly weren’t expecting that. When you dated Naoya, it was all but certain that he’d become the eventual head of the family, following his father, and inherit the family business. You certainly had to deal with a fair amount of his ego, but you always thought you balanced him out pretty well. “Who is it, then? One of his uncles? Maki or Mai?” You count off the family members you remember from your few visits to the Zenin household. “It’s Megumi. The Fushigoro kid. Naobito announced it a couple of months ago.”

You whistle. You remember the kid. You think he was just Yuuji’s age, and pretty polite and nice unlike the rest of his family. A petty part of you feels vindicated that he was named heir over Naoya. As much as you’d like to gloat , you decide to put on a pitying face for your sister. “As unfortunate as that is for Naoya, I’m not sure what that has to do with me.”

Your sister glances at you, biting her lip. “You’ve always been pretty familiar with the Zenin family, and I don’t think Naobito likes me that much, but I know he was fond of you..” You were pretty sure he barely tolerated your presence, and it was only your family name that kept him from disapproving of you and Naoya. But you wait for her to continue. “But now you’re back and if it was you and Naoya, he might still be heir, and I’m just afraid you’re here to get him back-“

You spring to your feet, rage rushing through you. “You really think I’d do that, Seiko? Steal Naoya back from under your nose?” Your voice raises. Your sister shushes you, and you click your tongue. “Did you really have such a low opinion of me?” “I just thought-“ You laugh in disbelief. “I don’t know why Naoya isn’t heir, Seiko, but I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with me considering you were always the golden child of our family. I’m sure everyone was happy when I left for Tokyo.”

“And in case you forgot,” You hiss. “Naoya broke up with me. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, since, by your own admission, you both fell deeply in love in love with each other a couple of months after he dumped me. I’m sure the Zenin family wants nothing to do with a disgraced daughter that left for Tokyo and works at, what did mother say? A desk job?” “(name), wait, calm down! I wasn’t accusing you of trying to steal him from me, I-”

She puts a hand on your arm and you shake it off, gritting your teeth. “I only came because I didn’t want people to whisper about the Morita’s oldest daughter skipping out on her own sister’s wedding. But don’t worry, Seiko.”

You stride towards the door, slamming it open. “I’m sure we can both be perfectly cordial towards each other until you’re happily wedded to the man of your dreams. I’ll let you have the picture perfect day. But after this, you’ll never have to see me again.”

The last thing you see before the door slams shut is your younger sister’s anguished expression, her hand reaching out towards you.

#i give u 700 words of nanami fluff and 1400 words of my ocs yelling at each other. gripped by my own hubris #what i wouldnt give 2 wake up in the morning to nanami...#anyway ty for tuning in! love u if ur reading this mwah #jjk x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #jjk fluff

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getousatoruu · 5 months

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I AM NOT OKAY…I don’t think I will ever be okay after him.

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami kento u r bigger than the sky #I love you I love you I love you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen anime #jjk ep 18 #jjk anime #jujutsu nanami #nanamin #my head hurts from crying #this was more painful than the manga

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starreadssstuff · 1 year

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loosing everything- Nanami Kento

warnings- break ups, cheating, crying, Nanami being a bitch and regretting it. I love him but in this? kinda hate him. as always LMK

Authors note: ALL I WANTED WAS YOUUUUUUU. I love him so much but I accidentally kinda made myself hate him. It's fine tho now I can go watch more edits of him and maybe write a happy fic! enjoy the fic love, star 💜

You had been dating Nanami Kento for almost two years, and everything was perfect. You both loved each other deeply, and he made you feel like the most important person in the world.

But things started to change when Nanami became more distant. He would cancel plans at the last minute, and he stopped calling and texting you as often. When you tried to talk to him about it, he would brush it off and say that he was just busy with work.

One day, you decided to surprise him at his apartment, hoping to spend some time together. When you arrived, you found him sitting on the couch with another woman, laughing and chatting as if you didn't exist.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Nanami was your world, and he had betrayed you in the worst possible way. Tears streamed down your face as you ran out of the apartment, not looking back.

Days turned into weeks, and you tried to move on. You threw yourself into your work, spent time with friends, and tried to forget about Nanami. But every time you saw something that reminded you of him, the pain came back like a tidal wave.

One night, you were walking home from a long day at work when you heard someone calling your name. It was Nanami, standing on the sidewalk with a desperate look on his face.

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded. "I know I messed up, but I love you so much. I can't live without you."

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to forgive him and go back to the way things were before. But you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal and heartbreak.

"I can't do this, Nanami," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I trusted you, and you broke my heart."

Nanami looked like he was about to say something else, but he stopped himself and nodded.

"I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for everything."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you alone on the sidewalk.

The pain of losing Nanami never really went away. Even though you knew it was the right decision to walk away, you couldn't help but wonder what could have been. The memories of your time together haunted you, and you wondered if you would ever be able to love again.

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