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sednas · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒

// I didn't expect yall to like this idea so much, so here's a jjk version! //

⠀ૈ☆ tokyo revengers version

⠀ૈ☆ ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, nobara, maki, toge, sukuna, mahito x gn!reader

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 looks at you like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) “so? what are you waiting for? kiss me.” he laughs when you roll your eyes, delighted by the way you’re trying to hide your flustered face.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 keeps his composure, not saying anything and smiling a little when he sees you in the corner of his eyes, looking at him. he purposefully asks you a question right after, only to hear you stutter.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈’s eyes twitch behind his glasses and he thinks to himself: “THIS IS HIGHLY UNPROFESSIONAL KENTO.” but all he does is mumbling an apology in his usual stoic voice.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 smirks and as soon as he sees your flustered expression he takes your hand in his, making you gasp in surprise, your eyes anxiously staring at him to see what he’s going to do next. while maintaining eye contact this bastard starts licking your hand, laughing immediatly after you violently try to escape from his hold. “you’re always so cute.”

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈’s cheeks become as pink as his hair and he immediatly apologizes, secretly relieved when you say that it’s okay with a smile. he’s going to think about it every night before going to bed.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 freezes for a few seconds, his green eyes falling on where your hand touched his. knowing how introverted he is, you quickly say sorry, hoping he won’t kill you. but he just shakes his head while shyly looking away. after that you can see him touching the spot where your hand touched his.

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 let out a little “oh” before looking at your face. a few seconds after she furiously blushes, her brows furrowing while she quickly looks away. she doesn’t speak for a long moment after that.

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄’s eyes widen, and he’s lucky to have his uniform that hides half of his face because he is blushing. he turns his head toward maki, hoping that you didn’t see the tip of his ears getting red.

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 keeps her cool and pretends not to notice what just happened but you can see how her hands slitghly tremble. “is everything okay?” you ask her, and she just nods, blushing under her pretty glasses.

𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 smiles before disfiguring your body with his hand still touching yours <3

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 curls his lips in disgust before snapping your hand away. “get out of my sight, filthy human.” he says, lovingly.

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siythn · 11 days

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Espresso

GETO X READER! Sure, work had been a constant reminder of the painful hours that were to come, but when a rather cute black-haired man starts becoming a familiar face, work doesn’t sound as bad. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ♫ espresso - sabrina carpenter ❝ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴ' 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴏʜ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ? ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴏ❞

It's one of those lazy, rain-splattered afternoons where the world seems to move in slow motion, water makes constant noise hitting onto the roof and platting on the windows.

The little coffee shop where you work part-time is unusually quiet. Not like you’re complaining, a quiet workplace is something you’ll take over rush hour any day. The soft murmur of jazz mingling with the rhythmic tap of rain against the window adds onto the atmosphere of the shop.

It’s mismatched chairs and book-lined walls, becomes a haven for anyone seeking refuge from the drizzle and the chill outside. You, wrapped up in your favorite oversized sweater, find solace behind the counter, the hum of the espresso machine your steady companion.

Within a minute of admiring the place, you grow bored. A groan fills the room as you yourself walking away from the counter; mind begging to occupy yourself until the end of your shift.

As you wipe down the already spotless table, the bell above the door chimes its cheerful greeting. Heavy footsteps already gives you an idea who it might be. Scratch it, who you want it to be. Glancingly up, your lips automatically curve into a smile.

It's him again-Suguru Geto; the regular who somehow always manages to brighten your day a bit more than you would ever bring yourself to admit.

"Afternoon," you call out, the familiarity of his presence bringing warmth to your greeting.

"Good afternoon," Suguru replies, his voice smooth. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at you, that charming, effortless smile that had caught your eye from his very first visit.

He's dressed in a simple black sweater and baggy denim jeans today, but somehow he makes the casual outfit look deliberate, almost elegant. You can't stop your eyes from checking him out. "The usual day for the usual, I suppose?"

"Of course," you laugh, reaching for the oh-so familiar cup that's become his favorite. "Espresso, right?"

"That's right," he nods, his dark eyes following your movements as you prepare his drink. He's always been a keen observer, you've noticed. Not in a creepyway, but in the kind of way someone genuinely interested in the little details that others might overlook. You can’t help but hide the redness creeping up your neck every time it occurs.

As a small silence fills the air, he overtakes it without a beat. “How’s your day going?” he asks, his tone casual but curious.

“Pretty quiet, with the weather and all,” you reply, pouring the steamed milk into the freshly brewed espresso with practiced ease. “But it’s nice, makes the shop feel even cozier.”

He nods, letting out a hum as his gaze remains on you. “It’s nice to find places like this, you know? Somewhere you can just relax and feel at ease, especially with someone nice to talk to.”

Your cheeks warm at the subtle compliment, hidden thankfully by the steam from the espresso machine. “I’m glad you think so. It’s always nice to have regulars like you. Makes working here even better.”

As you press down the filter, separating the grounds from the dark, aromatic liquid, Suguru props his elbows up on the counter, raising a brow. "You know, l've always wondered," he begins, moving his left hand to rest aside his cheek, "what brings someone like you to a place like this?"

You pause, a smile playing at your lips. "Someone like me?"

"Yeah," he chuckles, the sound warm and inviting. "You always seem like you're dreaming of something beyond this place. Not that it isn't a nice spot, but you have a look that seems meant for larger things."

Flushing slightly, you pour his coffee into a clean mug, the steam curling up like tiny wraiths in the cool air of the shop. "I guess I'm just figuring things out. Books, writing, maybe travel. . .But for now, this is good. It's cozy, it's comfortable."

Suguru accepts the mug, his fingers brushing lightly against yours, sending an unintended shiver up your spine. "It suits you," he admits, taking a sip of his coffee before his eyes meet yours again. "The coziness, I mean. You make the place seem welcoming."

Ditch the idea of even attempting to hide the obvious blush that covers your face. With one last desperate attempt, you glance at what seems to be anything but him; the idea of looking up and locking eyes with Suguru makes you feel hotter than ever.

All your ears pick up is his small chuckle that seems to block out anything and everything. It’s like your body wants hear more, feel more. Your mind seems to have more dignity.

All the gods above must’ve been on your side, as everything comes back with the sound of the door chime ringing. You lift your chin, giving him a small smile before rushing yourself behind the counter once more. Within the corner of your eye, you see him respond with a nod; trailing to a seat in the corner that he's acquired for himself.

The quiet shop now becomes one busy, replacing the atmosphere with a sense of rush. As more customers trickle in seeking refuge from the rain, you busily fill orders. But your mind stays tethered to Suguru, to the gentle cadence of his voice, to the intriguing look he gives you that you crave to explore.

Finally, as the rush dies down and the last customer leaves, dabbing raindrops from their coat, Suguru is still there sitting politely without complaint, nursing his half-finished coffee. You hate to admit, but his presence leaves a tone in the air. As much as your mind tried to keep busy, you couldn’t ignore his attendance and stare.

Trying to appear normal and not that desperate, you clean up a bit, wiping down tables and cleaning stained dishes before making your way back to him.

"Not rushing off today?" you ask, settling onto the chair next to him.

"No," he smirks. "I thought I might stay a bit. If that's alright with you?"

"Of course," you say, your heart thumping a little harder (and hopefully not any louder) in your chest.

"I’ve been thinking," Suguru starts, his eyes locked on yours, "about asking you if you'd like to go out sometime. Outside of this coffee shop, I mean. Maybe see what's beyond these cozy walls together?"

Your breath catches slightly at the sincerity that reaches his eyes, at the hopeful note in his voice. "I’d like that," you manage to say, your voice soft but clear. You give yourself points for staying composed.

"Great," he grins, breathing out a sigh as his smile lights up his whole face. "It's a date then."

As he stands to leave, he reaches out, his hand lingering over yours for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." you confirm, trying to keep your face as straight as possible, the huge urge to smile is getting harder to maintain.

The urge is replaced with a frown as he places his hand back into his pocket. You realize how bad you want the warmth of his hand as soon as it’s taken.

With a final nod, Suguru steps out into the rain, the bell chiming after him, you squeal. Letting out a little giggle, you leap over to your phone, not missing any time to update your friends on what occurred.

Your boss later questioned why you looked so happy while you were closing.

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brittscafe · 3 months

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hiii! i really really really like REALLY loved your content, especially jjk ones bcs it helps me A LOT with my sadness while watching S2 lolll

can i request a fic?? nanami x fem!reader - reader starts overthinking about their relay with nanami that seemed distant rn bcs nanami always comes back home late with his constant overtime BUT nanami doesn't notice about it. so, one night there's just an argument about this and nanami accidentally slips off 'i never ask you to stay with me' in which hurts reader A LOT - eventually leads nanami to his realization and they finally make up when they're about to sleep (nanami saying sorry while hugging from behind and asking reader to snuggle with him)

i'm sorry if there's too much angst 😭 and i'm sorry if there are grammatical errors since eng isn't my first language 🙏🏻 but i really hope you will take this into consideration hehe

Hi! Thank you!!! <3 Really missing Nanami rn 😩 Sorry, this literally took me forever to writeeee

Nanami Kento is the hardest worker you know. He's always staying late at work and doing overtime. He doesn't seem to notice how it effects you though.

The endless nights you stay awake, sitting at the counter and your foot repeatedly tapping the ground below your, your right leg shaking rapidly.

The nervous build up in your stomach that makes you nauseous and your head spin. Of course, Nanami always comes home to you, but he's distant and you can't hide the way you feel any longer.

The front door clicks open and Nanami's tall figure walks inside, a deadpan expression on his face.

"Hey Nanami...can we talk?" you speak up quietly. Nanami's eyes meet yours for a split second and his breath hitches in his throat.

"Sure," he nods his head, setting his suitcase down. You shift your weight in the chair that you're sitting in and clear your throat.

"I have to be honest, I'm a little upset with you. You constantly work overtime and I stay up all night waiting up for you," you sigh out and Nanami cocks an eyebrow.

"You don't have to wait up for me. I've told you that multiple times, y/n. You know that I work late," Nanami explains with a firm voice that brings you little to no comfort.

"I know, but I feel like I'm being treated unfairly. I wish you would spend more time with me after work, especially since I spend most of mine time here alone. It's not fair," you explain, a frown tugging on your face.

Nanami shifts his weight and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I never asked you to stay with me." his words are cruel and cut into your feelings like a sharp knife. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes open.

Wow.

You stare at Nanami in disbelief and the tears start to well up in your eyes. You tear your gaze away from Nanami and lower your head down, trying to swallow your hurt.

"Ok," you mumble out underneath your breath, walking off and into your bedroom.

Nanami blinks with confusion and clears his throat, shaking it off as he sits down on the couch. His mind ponders on what he did wrong as he chews on his bottom lip.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips and he runs his fingers through his hair with frustration.

An hour or so passes and it's bedtime. The door clicks open to your shared bedroom and Nanami's eyes lock onto you in your pjs. You glance over at him over your shoulder as you pull back the comforter.

The room is silent and Nanami clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Y/n," he calls out, his voice barely above a whisper. You easily hear his voice, but ignores it. Nanami steps closer to you, clearing his throat.

"Y/n," he speaks again, this time his voice louder and clearer. You glance over at him, curling the comforter up in your fists and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"What?" you mumble out.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier. It just slipped out," Nanami speaks calmly and you chew on your bottom lip.

"I thought you didn't want me to stay with you," you scoff quietly, scowling back at him. Nanami face drops and he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pulls your back into your chest and nuzzles his head onto your shoulder. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it sends a chill down your spine.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I do want you to stay with me. I promise," he speaks softly, his voice comforting you. You release the tight grip that you have on the comforter and grab onto Nanami's forearms.

"Ok," you nod your head.

"Do you forgive me? Please? You know I can't go to bed without you," Nanami begs you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You giggle as his lips tickle your skin and the sound of your laughter makes Nanami's lips curl up into a tiny grin.

"Yes, I forgive you, Kento. Come here," you whisper, spinning around and gathering him in your arms. Nanami's arms wrap around your back and flatten against them.

You run your fingers through his blonde hair, massaging his scalp as you two fall back into the bed. Nanami's legs are spread out across the bed as he lays on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

He listens to the rhythm of your steady heartbeat as you warm hands running up and down his back make his eyelids heavy.

He's so thankful for you and that you spend so much time with you and staying up late.

Nanami asks you to move in with him a few days later...

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lovedazai · 5 months

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if ur reading this im wrapping u up in a scarf & kissing ur nose <3

#its almost christmas time ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ ˖ ࣪⊹🌲☃️ !!#i have two holiday posts for this week !!!#one for dazai ofc <3 n then one for nanami cus ive been missing him :<#theyre extra sweet n fluffy #sugary sweet even !!

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kenjicopy · 5 months

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Pedido feito para uso pessoal credits: arts by @yuutaguro

#capa anime #capa social spirit #capa de fanfic #capa nanago #nanago #jjk #capa jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #gojo satoru #gonana #capa fluffy #capa clean #kenjicopy

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thebellearchives · 9 months

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Please do fluff prompt 1 with Nanami 🙏🏻

Reader is fembodied with eyes similar to Hinata from Naruto but icey blue.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🎉 <--- that's for you because I love your writing

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

~ nanami kento ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : your friendship with nanami has always felt simple and natural, it makes sense that when you end up together it feels exactly the same

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, mayyyybe a bit ooc nanami?? 🙇🏼‍♀️

‧₊˚ a / n : omg don’t come after me but i’ve never watched naruto hah, hope nanami’s description of the reader’s eyes is good enough (dw at least i know who hinata is) sorry for the wait aaa 😭🫶🏻 and yes i’m writing that “taking care of the other’s wounds” scenario again i have no regrets

Boredom prompted a slow yawn out of your mouth, sleepy tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you scrolled on your phone in search of entertainment. It was about 10:00 pm when some heavy steps entering the infirmary made you look up. Nanami looked worn out, but also relieved when he saw you there.

“You’re here. I’m glad” the man had some cuts in his face and bruises down his neck, your eyes followed as he walked over to the table next to you.

“You are?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want to refuse Ieiri’s treatment. Where is she?”

“She went out for a smoke” Nanami’s nimble fingers picked up a bag of cotton balls and went in search of the alcohol bottle. His brows raised, chocolate brown eyes looking for yours from behind his glasses.

“Didn’t she say she’d quit?”

“You know Ieiri” with a sigh, you moved closer and stole the bottle from his hand.

“It’s okay, I can-”

“I know” he sighed in defeat, you decided to offer him a sweet small smile “just let me take care of you, okay? you look really tired”

He licked his lower lip, hesitant, but ended up nodding softly.

“Fine. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Your hands opened the bottle of alcohol and picked up some cotton while waiting for him to sit down in the chair right behind him, but he didn’t. He remained silent and calm, studying your movements. You had known Nanami for a long, long time, ever since you were just a girl. Enough time for him to let you come close, enough to feel comfortable and relaxed in your presence. Enough for you to slowly develop feelings for him.

“I’ll take these” a soft whisper made its way from your lips, your free hand sliding his glasses away from his face.

He didn’t react, didn’t flinch, didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on yours almost as if he had zoned out. You started cleaning the small cuts and dried blood off his skin, the sound of his even breathing carrying your mind far away. Swiping your fingertips gently near the injuries to soothe the burn of the alcohol, brushing some hair strands of his golden hair pretending they were getting in your way. You remembered how he used to be so wary of you, always keeping a certain distance. And now you were here with him, walls down, letting you take care of him as you wished. Intimate, vulnerable. You finished up cleaning some smudged dirt from his jawline when you felt his hands grasping your hips delicately, the touch bringing you back from your thoughts and your pupils searching for his curiously.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head slightly. You blinked in surprise as he lifted up your face just a bit, cradling your cheek.

“It’s just that I had never stopped to really see how misty your eyes are. They make me feel like i’m somewhere else, a hazy blue lake in a foggy forest. Peaceful… at ease.”

Somehow your breath got caught up in your throat, eyes widening and heartbeat picking up a quicker rhythm. The words Nanami spoke felt so natural, so much that you wondered if he had even said them with a romantic intention or if it had been just an observation, a gentle compliment. For a second your mind tried to decipher the meaning behind them, come up with a response to the genuine confession, but the attempt was immediately interrupted by the grazing of his thumb right under your eye. The light brush wiping your head clean in an instant, his ring and pinky under your chin guiding you closer towards his lips.

So you patiently closed your eyes and followed his actions. Nanami’s lips met yours then, soft movements, prompting a sweet warmth to cover your cheeks and travel down towards your chest. There was no hesitation, no doubts, your hands didn’t even tremble when you reached to cup his face. There was a certain tranquility in the simplicity of the movements, the way his arms softly brought you closer to him, the way your hands slid towards the back of his neck, the tenderness and longing of your lips grasping for each other.

And the moment he pulled away to grasp for air your lips almost followed like magnets, but stopped the moment you realized you also needed to take a breath. He rested his forehead on top of yours, a soft sigh escaping his lungs.

You smiled. There in his arms you felt like everything had fallen into place, it was just that simple. There was no need for words, everything had already been said.

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tigerlilla · 2 years

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nurse nanami

a nanami x reader fic

summary: nanami takes care of you while ur sick, gender neutral reader :)

thank u for reading <3

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you open your eyes slowly, awakened by the sound of his soft voice. you glance up at his face, careful not to shift too much and let him know you’re awake.

“hello, this is kento nanami. i’m-“ he stops. he looks ethereal in the morning, the sun on his tousled blonde hair.

you notice his phone pressed against his face. you’re slightly jealous that it gets to touch his gorgeous cheekbones before you.

“yes, i am their boyfriend,” nanami continues to rub comforting circles into your back, lightly making patterns. “they’ve been running a fever with all the typical symptoms of the flu,” he pauses again, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. “ah, i see. thank you. i’ll keep you updated.” nanami places his phone down on the nightstand.

you lift your head up, your eyes meeting his. his round glasses have slid down to the end of his nose, you push them back up on his face with your finger.

“sorry, did i wake you?” he asks, a small frown on his face.

“no,” you lie, your voice coming out cracked and raw.

he hands you a glass of water from his side of the bed.

you take it from him, slowly sipping on the stale water.

“go back to sleep,” nanami says, his voice soft and comforting, completely different than his cold demeanor with everyone else.

you shake your head, sitting all the way up, “i have to go to work. i have to finish the project. it’s due today-“

he stops you with a cold hand on your shoulder. “i already talked to the office secretary. she said the flu has been going around your building and it’s best that you take the day off.”

you sigh loudly, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“lay back down,” nanami commands.

you give in, laying down against his cool chest. it feels so nice against your warm face.

he lets you fall asleep against him, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. nanami isn’t grossed out by you drooling on him, he actually finds it quite adorable. he wipes your nose when you sniffle, unfazed by the ungodly amount of snot leaking out of your nose. nanami is careful to gently prop you up against his upright body when your chest begins to wheeze. he lets you shift against him; lets you hug his arm or curl up against his side. nanami pulls the blankets over your shoulders when you shiver, pushing them off when you begin to sweat.

you drift in and out of consciousness, only fully waking up in the afternoon.

“mm, good morning,” nanami murmurs, the corners of his mouth turning up ever-so-slightly. he places his hand against your forehead, “you’re hot.”

you prop your chin up on his chest, giving him your best doe-eyed look, “but kento,” you whine, “aren’t i always hot?”

he narrows his eyes, “oh please, don’t start acting like gojo.”

you laugh, your laughter quickly turning into a coughing fit.

he rubs your back, holding a tissue to your mouth as you cough up mucus. “sorry, doll.”

you lean against him, continuing to breathe heavily.

nanami hands you some pills and a glass of water, prompting you to take them.

you grudgingly agree, quickly swallowing the green capsules.

“good job, sweetheart, i know you don’t like them,” he goes back to rubbing patterns on your back.

“i’m hungry,” you say softly into the comforting fabric of his tshirt.

“noodles?” nanami asks, sweetly rubbing sweaty hair out of your face.

you nod weakly.

he swings his leg over the side of the bed, going to stand up.

you grab his wrist, his skin cool against your burning touch.

he understands immediately, walking over to your side of the bed and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you bridal style, taking you with him to the other room. nanami smells like toothpaste and laundry detergent and freshly printed newspaper. but right now, you can’t smell anything at all. nanami lays you down on the living room couch, noticing the pout on your face.

“i can’t smell anything,” you explain. “i miss your smell.”

“i can smell you,” nanami chuckles, ignoring your look of betrayal.

“kento,” you whine, “you can’t pick on me when i’m sick. how come you only act like this to me?”

“because you’re the only one i like to tease, sweetheart,” nanami kisses your temple before heading into the kitchen.

you watch nanami move around the open kitchen. he would make the perfect husband, you sigh. he looks so good in his tight university tee and boxers. his tits would make anyone envious. you wish you weren’t sick. you would love to-

“did you hear me?” nanami asks, his eyes locked on to you.

“sorry,” your eyes flicker up from his chest, “what did you say?”

“i asked if you’re warm, your face is red,” nanami repeats.

“oh, no, i’m fine,” you hide behind the back of the couch, slightly embarrassed by your midday fantasies.

“hmm,” nanami says with a slight smirk, bringing a bowl of noodles over to you.

“thank you,” you blush, taking the bowl from him. “thank you for taking today off to take care of me.”

“it’s my pleasure, doll,” he replies, sitting down next to you. “besides, when was the last time we had a day off together?”

“too bad i have the flu,” you pout. you slurp down your noodles, the warm broth feeling wonderful on your sore throat.

“that good, huh?” nanami asks, grinning down at you.

“delicious, babe,” you reply, happily smiling at him. “try some,” you hold out the bowl before pulling it back. “actually, you probably shouldn’t eat after me. i don’t want to make you sick.”

“i have a strong immune system. me getting sick isn’t a problem.”

you tilt your head, “we’ve been together for three years and you’ve never been sick. not even a cold or anything.” you scoff, “god really played favorites with you; handsome, smart, immune to sickness, big d-“

nanami interrupts you, knowing how you were going to finish that sentence, “eat your food before it gets cold.”

“yes, sir,” you giggle, slurping down your noodles. you stand up from the couch, immediately feeling dizzy.

nanami’s beside you in an instant, his hand on your back.

you lean against his side, “sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” he murmurs. “do you want to walk?”

you nod, hesitantly stepping forward.

nanami keeps his arm around you, holding you steady. he helps you walk to the bedroom. “good job, baby.”

“now, i’m tired,” you plop down on your side of the bed.

“you could take a nap,” nanami sits down beside you, scooting over so you can rest against his side.

“i hate being sick,” you groan.

“i know,” he frowns, rubbing the side of your face with his thumb. “i think the docu-series about the zodiac killer you wanted to watch is out.”

your eyes light up, “you’re right. do you want to watch it with me?”

nanami smiles at your reaction, “of course, doll.”

you giggle excitedly, tucking your chin against his chest, “you’re the best, kento.”

he smiles, tracing words onto your back. he swallows loudly, ignoring the tickle in the back of his throat.

“i’m so glad you remembered this series. i can’t believe that i forgot ab-“

nanami sneezes, jolting you off his chest.

you prop yourself up on your arm, your eyes meeting his, “oh no, i got my nurse sick,” your frown. “i guess i’ll be taking care of you tomorrow, nurse nanami.”

#nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #nanami fluff #nanami x y/n #nanami scenarios #bf nanami #nanami x reader #soft #fluffy #happy ending #jjk fic

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shinonota · 5 months

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I searched up Nanami fluff WHY ARE THE RESULTS FUCKING SMUT

#these people make me wanna tag my stuff smut on purpose istg #I WANT MY FLUFFY NANAMI FICS

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chalcoporos · 2 years

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Izuru tries out chiaki's hairpin :)

#Ive been drawing pain for like 2 days i need a hobby #so fluff :) fluffy fluff :))#danganronpa #chiaki nanami #izuru kamukura #kamunami #haha imagine if i drew anything else than kamunami wouldnt that be awesome #its a doodle because im tired #my daily sketches #theyre not even daily anymore :(

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honeykngdom · 2 months

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thinking about nanami developing feelings for reader (aka hiromi's precious daughter) and the two of them engaging in the most torrid secret affair.

#nanami kento #nanami kento fic #maybe no smut but like a lil angst and a lil fluffy?#potential to evolve into a mini series?#idk im having fun with the idea and I've already written like .. 4 pages of dialogue #>.< send help pls #the brainrot for nanami tonight is unreal #jjk musings

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siythn · 6 days

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Eternal Sunshine

CHOSO X READER! Cold mornings weren’t something you had been quite fond off. To be honest, you just weren’t a morning person. But waking up in the arms of your boyfriend has you rethinking. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ♫ intro (end of the world) - ariana grande ❝ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ? ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?❞

The first hint of dawn barely illuminated your room, it cast a gentle yet slightly noticeable yellow glow through the thin blue curtains. The cold air made its presence known by the slight frost that crept on the sides; as if trying to seep through it.

Outside, the world seemed still but content. Occasional cars passed by the road, and birds and their flock chirped, it disturbed the quiet but nothing too noisy, not too hush.

But inside, beneath a mound of thick, warm blankets and heavy duvet, were you and your boyfriend, Choso. Both of were you found to be snuggled deep within the layers, taking coverage to hide from the chill of cold mornings as you both held onto each other.

Choso's arms were wrapped snugly around you, body heat mingling with yours, creating a pocket of warmth that neither of you wanted to escape from just yet.

His sharp breaths tickled the back of your neck every time he exhaled; making you slightly squirm at the feel. Each one cast a whisper against your skin as Choso slept.

These wintry mornings, when time seemed to stand still and the rest of the world felt distant, are what you cherished most. In sleepless nights, leaving you to arise weary, you craved nothing but this; love in the way of touch.

Choso stirred first, his movements drowsy as he adjusted his position to face you. With a raspy grunt, his sleepy eyes blinked open as he adjusted to his surroundings. Eyes jaded, he fixed his gaze onto yours, staring deeply that made your stomach flutter. "Morning," he voiced, sounding hoarse while lifting a lazy arm to grab you closer to him.

"Morning," you replied barely above a whisper, not wanting to startle his relaxed self. It felt as if speaking louder might shatter the delicate, peaceful bubble that surrounded you both.

Without a word, you moved as close as possible to Choso, seeking his warmth against your skin. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady, slow beat of his heart, hearing a soft hum of content when doing so.

Moving his arm up to your spine, his calloused hand gently caressed your back, movements languid and tender. You twitch at the sudden sensation, but when feeling his hand move up and down your back, brings you a sense of solace. “It’s too cold to get up,” he retorts, almost in protest, while shifting around to make your body feel more secure in his grasp.

Your throat makes a noise in agreement, the sound vibrating gently against his skin. “Then let’s just stay here,” you suggest, looking up to meet his eyes as you await his answer.

The thought of even leaving the bed and its warmth while Choso is holding you with such care and closeness makes it sound unfathomable at this moment.

“Best plan you’ve ever had,” Choso chuckled lightly, stopping the caressing on your back to focus using his available hand. Before his hand comes up to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face, he lifts your chin to lock eyes; an imitate act he was fond of doing.

During releasing, he stroked your cheek once, twice, and on the third, he let his touch linger. Grasping the side of your cheek where he held a small part; interlacing his fingers through your hair, all the while holding you down back onto his chest.

You’d be lying if you said his touch wasn’t smooth, a stark contrast to the huge, scary man he was known to be. But here, in this quiet morning showing vulnerability, he was just Choso. The man with a tender heart and eyes that spoke of unspoken depths; your significant other.

A grin spread across Choso’s face, curious and endearing as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. The affection in his gaze was yearning for. Whatever he was doing to you was working with how badly it drew you in, compelling you to hold him onto you. You feel a small, yet noticeable squeeze he responds with.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his hand trailing from your cheek down to trace the line of your jaw, then resting softly at the base of your neck.

Nodding, you melted into his touch, savoring the comforting warmth of his skin against yours compared to the cold room. “Only because you were here," you muttered slightly embarrassed at the confession, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“You know,” Choso’s voice was a faint, hushed tone. His lips grazed against the shell of your ear, making you quiver for a moment. “If I could stop time, it’d be right now.”

A smile tugged at your lips as lifted your neck to peer up at him, sharing eye contact. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but open enough to stare fully into you. They softened further as he looked at you, and it was in moments like this, that you saw a side of Choso that was for you and you alone.

The thought made you feel hot in your neck, as it arose to flush against your cheeks.

“Me too,” you whispered back, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with your fingertips, feeling this delicate skin there. He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before laying it back down on his chest, over his heart. The steady beat under your hand was a comforting reminder; deja vu in some sort, of the quiet mornings you had shared just like this one.

Neither of you spoke for a long while, simply enjoying the closeness and the rare opportunity to linger in bed. As the sky outside lightened from dim yellow to soft blue, the silence between you was filled with shared smiles and lazy, contented sighs.

Choso was the first to break it, shifting slightly, pulling you to get a good arm around you. When given the okay, you nestled your head against his shoulder; feeling your messy hair nestled beneath you while feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took.

“I wouldn’t mind cold mornings every morning,” he grunted, his hand returning to stroke your back under the blankets. His touch was gentle and soothing, tracing patterns that made you relax even more in his hold.

“You tell me,” with a whisper of a giggle, you make out the sound of Choso’s chuckle responding to you, vibrating through his chest, a low, warm sound that erupted butterflies everywhere around.

Fluttering your eyes closed for extra rest, you’re interrupted by someone lifting your cheek for the second time. Raising your head to meet his gaze, and what you saw in his eyes—a mixture of adoration and sincerity—made you stop your plans of complaining for intruding on your “beauty sleep”.

Choso leaned in, closing the small gap between you, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and unhurried, evident by the lack of sleep you both got. Moving his hand from your cheek, he slides it into your hair, intertwining the soft strands with his fingers. His lips moved against yours tenderly, pulling away only to steal another, deeper this time, as if he couldn’t get enough.

When you finally broke the kiss to catch your breath, Choso chased your lips with a small, needy peck that made you laugh against his smooth lips.

With the hand grasping your hair, he pushes it towards his face and together, connecting your foreheads to touch as you both collect your breaths. Choso’s fingers moved down to trace the contours of your face, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear that escaped due to his holding as your eyes remained shut, taking in the pleasure. “I love these quiet moments with you,” he confessed, matching the smile that was gracing your lips.

“I love them too,” you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your body and up your spine. It was all Choso—his presence, his touch, his love. You knew that no matter how cold it got outside, how horrid the night had been before, with him by your side, you’d always feel the safest.

“You know,” he mused after a moment, his forehead leaving yours to gaze at your drowsed eyes. “we should probably think about getting up eventually. Can’t call out again this week.”

“A few more minutes,” you protested, not ready to let go of this peaceful interlude. The thought of leaving this comforting sanctuary seemed almost a crime.

Choso laughed at your desperate expression. Moving his head to lie on the pillow, he encouraged you to lay back on his chest. “A little longer then,” he agreed, and you could hear the cocky smirk in his voice.

As the morning lazily drifted by, you both lay there, wrapped up in each other. There was a comfort in the silence, each breath and touch a language only the two of you understood.

Occasionally, one of you would whisper something trivial—a comment about the weather, a thought about breakfast—but it was the silence that carried the weight of your words, filled with understanding.

With a final breath, you lifted yourself, quickly making pace. Knowing yourself, if you sat there on the bed for a short time, you would fall back into his embrace.

Sorting through the day’s necessities, you hear the creeks of the floor, telling you Choso has risen as well. Walking to use the bathroom, a gentle tug on your hand stopped you from moving further. “Hey,” he said, drawing you close against his chest, “thanks for this morning. It means more than you know.”

It was your turn to smile up at him. “Always,” you promised, giving him a reassuring squeeze to show the sincerity in the words you were telling him.

As he lets you return to your doings, Choso leans down to give you one more gentle kiss, which you return, smiling against.

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#ꜱɪʏᴛʜɴ #jjk #choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x female reader #gojo #kamo choso #jjk choso #geto #xreader #modernau #jujutsu kaisen #jjkau #jjk x reader #toji #fluffy #nanami

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