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Death Is a Mirror, or How Death Is Linked to the Sense of Self in Jujutsu Kaisen

Death is a fulcrum of Jujutsu Kaisen's message, a major point of reference for both the audience and the characters within the story. Death is a mirror that catches and reflects the last light of a life reaching its end, a moment of full disclosure that overcomes all distances and renders all defenses permeable. Death is a mirror as it asks one question: who are we when there's no more need to lie?

The thread that binds together all major characters' deaths in Jujutsu Kaisen is how, despite multiple characters trying in an unreliable-narrator-sort of fashion to convince us otherwise, no one's truly alone in death. The connections that people forge with others throughout their lives become their tethers to the world -- and then reach even further, transcending death itself. This is how humans, using Jogo's words, can still linger after they die: through the loving memory of those they held dear.

No human exists in a vacuum. We live in the context of our relationships with the world, of getting to know and getting to be known in return. Our lives, in a sense, are a dialogue -- that's why we give and are given names. We shape the images of ourselves through establishing connections with others; our self-recognition and sense of self come from recognizing those connections. Once again, we learn the outllines of our souls by bumping into others.

These two concepts, recollecting your 'tethers' before death and acquiring self-reflection in others, are consistently brought together in the story. Before everything else, it's reflected in Yuuji's (who the story's focal point as its protagonist) idea of a meaningful death, one gone surrounded by those you love. Nobara, who possesses arguably the strongest sense of self with her loud proclamation 'I'm Nobara Kugisaki!' and who's highly conscious about her relationships with other people. Megumi, whose overarching struggle for self-determination has him relying on others to define his own worth and leaves him passively suicidal. Toji, who in his last moments thinks about his family and understands that by leaving them behind he deviated from his true self. Nanami, whose fading mind conjures the image of his closest friend and who, guided by that, chooses to go south and stay true to himself. Kokichi is yet another example, and actually quite an interesting one. His character is explored primarily through the juxtaposition between the concept of 'the body within the world' and his forced isolation, but who still contextualizes the world through his connections with his friends. It's no coincidence that Kokichi's character arc is closely linked to Mahito, who is dubbed a mirror of death.

In short, there's a plethora of instances where death and one's sense of self are tied to one another like that. I'll ramble a bit about how this correlation is discovered in both Gojo and Geto's characters below the cut.

The lack of self

Gojo is somebody who's essentially lacking both connections to others and a sense of self-identity. His entire personality is shaped around the notion that he's The Strongest, the very thing which prevents him, even if in his own mind, from building meaningful relationships with the people around him.

Not having to challenge or change his self-image, Gojo has little to no recognition of himself as a person outside of his title. He has never faced a need to discover himself in relation to the world; he was given a foundation to construct his identity on upon birth. Did he really need to grow past that and redefine himself? Satoru lacks self-reflection -- most literally.

With Gojo's face obscured by the gaping void, we do not get to see his reflection. I'd say it's quite an apt visualization of Gojo's identity crisis. Who are you if not The Strongest? As Gojo's position is challenged with his Infinity suddenly overcome, this question is forced onto him.

But as he's spent over a decade trying to escape answering it, he never got a chance to acquire a definitive answer. So now, in Shibuya, he flees from it once more.

It's painfully ironic and at the same time fully logical that it is Geto who exposes this issue to Satoru as Gojo's sense of self is arguably connected to him more than anyone else. During their student years Suguru was the one who persistently rejected treating Gojo as a title and not a person, who looked through decorum and actively chose to see him not as Gojo Satoru, The Strongest but rather as Gojo Satoru, a teenage boy. For Gojo, it was through Geto recognizing him as a person that he was able to reach that recognition, too.

But after Toji Gojo is forced to seek self-affirmation and validate his ego by reclaiming his position, which was threatened by him losing to somebody for the first time. He tries to reinforce his self-image by separating himself from the world, which ultimately leads not only to his now automatic Infinity rendering him unreachable (= disconnected), but also to a loss of his sense of self as he loses his one and only connection.

As I've already said, with the Prison Realm breaching the defenses of Gojo's technique, this issue, his lack of a firm sense of identity beyond his title, is exposed to him once more. It's reflected in the way Satoru places his priorities post-unsealing. He fights Sukuna with seemingly a single purpose of cementing his position as the strongest sorcerer alive and thus regaining his uderstanding of who he is. The answer to this question has never lain in the plane of strength alone, though, and that is why Satoru fails utterly.

But in death, as the relevance of his Infinity is eliminated, Gojo is finally able to reconnect with his sense of self. He's reverted to his teenage self, to the time he could still relate to somebody on a personal level and get stronger for it. The entirety of the 236 chapter, in a sense, is written as an affirmative: he is The Strongest because he is Satoru Gojo, not the opposite, but it's his death which makes him finally recognize this.

The deviation from self

Now, this image could not be intended as a visual parallel to Gojo's reflection, or lack of thereof, in the Prison Realm's eye. Nonetheless seeing that scene in Shibuya animated immediately reminded me of it, and I think there potentially might be some thematic similarities between the two as well.

Talking about how our identities are defined by our connections to other people as much as our relationship with ourselves, it'd be only logical to assume that Geto should have a firm grasp on who he is. Not only is he a deeply self-reflective character, but also one who actively relates to others.

However, Geto's reflection in Gojo's eyes is unclear and uncertain, almost indistinguishable. It might be a neat way to convey how, finally taking a moment to look at his best friend for the first time since SPVI, Gojo doesn't really recognize him for how much he's changed. But it also could hint at how Geto, driven to the point where he bends and warps his beliefs to justify his actions, also bends and warps his sense of self.

At least how I see it, the image above calls to mind this panel:

The moment Geto tells Satoru he's decided on 'his true feelings' which would define him as a person. Isn't it ironic how in the exact same conversation he talks about how the goal he's settled upon is only possible for Gojo, meaning striving to achieve it would be akin to trying to become someone he's not? The light novel outright tells us as much:

This was the final confession of a man who could only choose to warp himself, who had erased himself in pursuit of his goals. The only person who could bear such a curse was Gojo Satoru.

In this light it's interesting how Gojo's struggle with his sense of self makes itself known through something which threatens his position as The Strongest, whereas Geto's is reflected in the eyes of someone to whom he refers while saying 'If I could become you...', deviating from himself.

A major factor of overcoming trauma is embracing the inadequacy of what happened. So, to a certain extent, by becoming an enemy to the system Suguru wants to prove the world of jujutsu sorcerers wrong and himself -- right. It once again reminds me of Toji's dying thoughts.

The flip side of 'deciding on your true feelings' is ultimately anchoring your entire identity to what is just a single aspect of it. People exist in motion, and our personalities are in actuality as dynamic and complex as our relationships. But Geto bound his self-definition to what was rather simply a reactive feeling, so in the end he inevitably failed to live up to it.

And once again, it's exposed at the moment of Suguru's death. In his case, though, this failure is also what leads to his defeat and consequent death in the first place. I also find it curious how Geto's face is the first thing Gojo sees in the afterlife, while Gojo's face is the last thing Geto sees and acknowledges in his life. And just like Gojo, in his last moments Suguru reminisces about their shared past.

The image almost mirrors what we saw in the chapter 236, suggesting how Geto's true self is in turn tied to Satoru. Despite how vague and uncertain their relationship's come to be, the two are rendered inseperable even in death -- or rather, in death especially.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk analysis #jjk meta #god i don't know which characters to tag and in what order #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #yuuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #kokichi muta #mahito #there are too many of them it doesn't feel right to tag them all somehow?#i was trying to keep it short but it obviously got out of hand #*sighs in frustration*#something something you'd say you love me and look in my eyes but i know through mine #you were looking in yours #but not in a derogatory way!#it's all about connections! it's all about tethering! it's about learning who you are through the people around you #we are maps of our experiences and we carry with us everyone we met along the way and let in #that is the gist #jjk manga spoilers #probably should include this tag too #actually not a fan of how pretty much everything i write eventually turns into a satosugu post #but what would you do i guess #*sighs in frustration once more*

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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pillowtalk

features: assassin!kento nanami x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @spooky-diluc's “Go Fuck Yourself” Collab (@spookydiluc thank you so much for organizing this, i'm so sorry i got confused as to which blog to tag 😭)

setting: modern au, mafia au, enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience (sham marriage to be precise)

synopsis: a spinoff from the Knock You Down one shot, what if instead of escaping to Italy, to protect your lover, satoru gojo, you ask kento nanami, a trained assassin for the gojo family, to marry you? does your relationship evolve over time? does satoru gojo stay alive? what if gojo were to come back for you while you’re married to nanami?

song: pillowtalk by zayn | wc: 5590 (yeah, it's long, please read it 😭)

warnings: porn with plot, slight angst, hints at an abusive parental relationship, fighting- mentions of bruises and brutal treatment, mentions of the use of gun and killing, explicit smut, oral (f! receiving, cunnilingus, dom! nanami behavior at the beginning), f! gagging (he fashions his tie into a makeshift gag and shoves it into your mouth), impact play (pussy slapping, and ass smacking), rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie (in the beginning), daddy kink, breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i've missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you <33)

beta reading: @islascafe @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (you three helped me BIG TIME so thank you so so so much ily 😭)

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A/N: Okay, first of all, Kento Nanami, as a villain, whaaat? Well, you can either read the Knock You Down story I wrote for reference or you could read it a stand-alone. Although, I prefer the former. Secondly, if you see the interchange in the usage of his last and first name, it's for a reason. So, don't mind me. Thirdly, Mor and Far are Danish for mother and father, and this is owing to the fact that Nanami's maternal grandfather is Danish (as learned from the manga, although if I’ve got it wrong, please don’t hesitate to let me know), and last of all, the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami but the storylines belong to me. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU <33

Satoru Gojo was the heir to Gojo Industries, a well-known multinational conglomerate with a variety of businesses. When he left everything behind and began a new career as an economics professor at Tokyo University, he had no idea how important you, (Y/N) (L/N), a mathematics professor at the same university, would be to him. You two would squabble until one night, when you were locked in a staff room and decided to release your frustrations by immersing yourselves in each other. After six months of being friends with benefits, you two became a couple for the next few years. You two got into an argument one day about how he met your parents but you didn't get to meet his, and that's when he told you about his family's history: as a child, his family was always rude to him, mistreating and abusing him, and he couldn't act like it was all right, so he just walked out on them with his luggage. In reality, Gojo Industries is actually a front. They trade drugs with people from all over the world. His parents wanted him to eventually take over the company and the trade, but he refused.

You heard a loud bang on the door; Kento Nanami, the Gojo family's hired assassin, and Kiyotaka Ijichi, his accomplice, had broken into your apartment. Nanami grabbed you, while Ijichi snatched Gojo and began mauling him. You were flailing your legs in the air and crying out “Satoru” when Nanami covered your mouth as he dragged you into a room, muffling your screams. You could hear a myriad of punches on the other side of the door. Fear gripped hold of you, feeling like your heart jumping out of the ribcage, sweat profusely escaping down all over, and your breathing being staggered.

The moment Nanami loosened his grip on your mouth, you screamed out, “Satoru,” until the blond-haired, blue shirt, beige trousers, and green tie-clad man covered your mouth again tightly and whispered in your ear, clicking his tongue, “Tch, tch. Did you really think Ijichi would stop? Just because he looks weak doesn’t mean that he isn’t a trained assassin. He very much is, just as I am. And I, Kento Nanami, come to bear news from Gojo’s family. They can't get him married to anyone else to further their control of the trade because he's dating you, and you must be the one to call it off. If you don’t break up with Satoru, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you? So, I suggest that you run as far away from him as you can.” This sent shivers down your spine, as memories of Satoru flashed before your eyes. He didn’t deserve to be involved in the midst of nefarious activities. All he wanted was to start a new life.

You nodded your head in agreement, and before he could walk out of the room, you called out to him with an air of frustration, “Nanami.” This caused him to stop in his tracks as you continued on, “I have a proposition for you!”

He turned back and walked over to you, kneeling. “I usually don’t do propositions, but go ahead, what do you have to say?” he asked. Clearing your throat, you said in a trembling voice, “Nanami, I know of a way for me to stay away from Satoru. I think we should get married.”

An uncomfortable silence loomed across the room for some time, until Nanami broke it by rejecting your proposition. “No,” he said, “are you out of your mind?”

You took a deep breath and replied tersely, looking at him with tears in your eyes, “Look, here's the thing. Even though it hurts to break up with Satoru, I have to, for his sake. It is still too early for me to leave Japan, though. Despite how much I think it would be the best thing to do, I can't leave my students and go in the middle of the academic year. They are very important to me, okay? Plus, you already know that I'll never stop loving Satoru, and under no other circumstance would I put our two other friends, Shoko and Suguru, in danger. It's, however, a win-win situation for all of us. The first is that I avoid the Gojo family; second, you keep your earnings if things go wrong; and third, that I will never abandon my students. Deal?”

While this somehow didn’t make sense, since this was technically a success in his books, he nodded. “Come to the city hall as soon as I leave,” he said to you as he walked out of the room. You followed him, only to find Gojo’s face battered and bruised but smiling at you. You rushed to his side and hugged him. Nanami and Ijichi escaped, leading you to call for Shoko and Suguru to come to the rescue.

While Shoko was treating Gojo's bruises, you told Suguru everything that happened earlier. “I don't know what to do, Suguru. I love him, but…,” you added.

He put his hand on your shoulder and said, “I know you do, (Y/N), but I have heard of Nanami from a couple of my relatives who have rewarded him with a good sum of money. The guy never misses a mark. He always shoots at the target with perfect accuracy.”

You looked at Suguru with sheer confusion and inquired with a concerned look, “Then, are you saying I should go ahead with the plan?”

Suguru then held your shoulders, nodding in response. “It is absurd, but if it makes you feel at peace… Trust me, if you don’t break up with Satoru, Nanami will not stop chasing after you, and you’ll become collateral damage in the pursuit.”

You sighed and turned to a still-recovering Gojo. You told him sternly, with your chest aching, “We need to talk.”

You told him that this relationship is too much for you to handle and that you want to break up with him while Shoko and Suguru were witnesses to a beautiful relationship that had to be forced to end. Gojo unexpectedly agreed, and all four of you embraced and cried in response. Later, you packed your bags, Suguru helped you book a cab to a bridal store and the city hall, and you left the apartment oblivious to Gojo's silent sobs and emotional crumbling behind you.

As your hands flitted across the dresses, you came across this lovely white square-neck dress and purchased it. When you paid the money and got in the cab to the city hall, your vision blurred and your eyes moistened with tears. Nanami was dressed in his groom's outfit when you got out of the cab and entered just as the city hall was about to close, and you were taken aback by the way he looked. You swear you felt your heart skip a beat as you walked up to him, and you were completely oblivious to the fact that his heart was skipping a beat as well.

Only the two of you knew the wedding was a ruse when you said your vows in the hall and eventually exchanged rings.

you two got married, you walked together out of the City Hall and to Nanami’s car to place your bags inside the trunk at the back, and he drove you. You and Nanami walked out of City Hall together and to Nanami's car, where you placed your bags in the back trunk and he drove you. While driving you to his house in his black Mustang, no one uttered a single word.

Both of you removed your shoes and placed them on the shoe stand as you moved into your new home together. He then cleared his throat and said curtly, “Your room is to the right. You are not required to wait for me. I'm going to sleep after I freshen up. So, just go.”

With a scowl on your face, you carried your belongings to your new room and began unpacking. After you finished, you went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You then undress and stand under the shower. As you knelt in the bathtub and sobbed uncontrollably, the metaphorical burden on your shoulders seemed to lift. You were broken about the whole predicament you were in. After freshening up, you crawled under the covers, closed your eyes, and drifted off to sleep in your black nightgown.

The first few days of your marriage went expectantly like a dredge. Both of you met each other with glares, and the only polite words that you spoke to each other were “Good morning”, “I’m leaving”, “I’m home”, “Welcome back,” and “Good night.” The rest of the time, you two scoffed at each other because you knew that if you were to utter any other word, all pleasantries would be thrown out of the window. So, you two were still rude and mean to each other, but you took it in and didn't say anything.

You returned to the university after a while and continued teaching. Since everyone at the university noticed Gojo’s absence, they kept on bringing him up. Having assumed he had already resigned from the university, this tugged at your heartstrings. Even so, you continued to communicate with Suguru and Shoko who would keep you informed of everything that was going on.

You arrived at the staff room during lunchtime one day to find Suguru and Shoko working on their laptops and greeted them. “Hello, buddies! What are you guys doing?”

Shoko answered tentatively, “Nothing important, just working,” which caused your doubt to persist until you heard Satoru's voice from Suguru's laptop.

You felt fear gripping your body as you remained clueless about what was happening. While looking through Suguru's laptop, you noticed a video in which a bandaged Satoru explained that he would be working from home from now on and that he would make sure students had the necessary materials.

"Before taking a leave of absence from the university, Satoru had been working on making videos for the classes, and he had especially made one for you. Shoko and I were busy organizing all of the videos,” Suguru replied.

When you gulped in some air, Suguru played the video where Satoru softly mentioned, “Y/N-chan, if you’re watching this video, that means two things: Suguru’s with you now and that you’re married to Nanami.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as he continued, “I got to know. I hate my parents for doing this to us. Sometimes I feel like shoving the drugs up their noses, you know? But give me some time. I’ll speak to my parents and come for you. We’ll figure out a way to annul your marriage to Nanami, and we can then elope. I miss you, Y/N-chan.”

You thanked Suguru and ran out of the staff room, letting your bosses know that you wouldn’t come to work for the second half of the day, causing you to book a cab home early and cry incessantly.

No sooner than that, you reached home and prepared dinner for the both of you. Nanami then came home later that evening, and silently freshened up, before going to the kitchen to eat the food you have prepared. He liked it, he realized while eating, and was about to say something when he saw you slump your shoulders and take in a deep sigh.

You started ranting, “I miss him. Satoru, I mean. Apparently, he’s requested to work from home, and made videos for his students, and made one for me.”

You were about to cry when he retorted, “Would you shut up? No one’s interested in what you’re saying.”

Nanami’s remark caused you to feel enraged, turning yourself in his direction, and unconsciously slapped him. He felt the stinging blow of your slap against his skin, looking at you gritting your teeth and breathlessly looking back at him.

Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders and dragged you across the hall to your bedroom, your screams echoing in the corridor. You took a deep breath after he pushed you onto the bed, oblivious to what was to come. He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt, forcing you to stare deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered even further across the shape of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell he had been working out constantly. Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out his tie, rolled it into a makeshift gag ball, and shoved it in your mouth, muzzling your screams. Nanami then stripped you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy. As he took off his pants and boxers next, a wicked smile adorned his face, letting your eyes fall on the appearance of his hardened length, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as you became wet at the sight.

Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs. I will not repeat myself.”

With your feet on the bed, you dragged yourself up to the head of the bed on your elbows, spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock.

You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight. You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you.

Your screams had turned into moans as he kept pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up, but they were still muffled by his tie.

You were in the middle of your release when Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, causing you to whine into the tie. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat like you doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much.

His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, taking out the tie gag from your mouth and whispering, “Dear, I want to hear you as loudly as possible. Scream for me.”

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good wife you are, taking in everything for me, your husband.”

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spot, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, I won't let you cum.”

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back.

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and picked you up, carrying you to the bathtub and turning on the warm water before he joined you in the bath.

As you two relaxed in the bathtub, he then apologized to you with a sad look on his face, “(Y/N), I’m really sorry. For what I said, for how rough I was with you, for separating you from Gojo. For this situation that we’re in. For everything.”

You sat up, your sore muscles gaining a sense of reprieve from sitting in the water. You replied, “Nanami, I’m sorry too. I’ve been a real brat to you, haven’t I?”

Nanami shrugged his shoulders in reply. “It’s fine. But now that we are married, I think we should get to know each other and try to at least make this marriage work. Don’t you think so?”

Nodding in agreement, you approached him, and turned to lie on his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

Both of you quietly acknowledged the other's presence over the following days and weeks. The two of you eventually slipped into a routine: Nanami would cook dinner whenever he came home early, and instead of you opening the door yourself, he would open it for you, and vice versa. Each of you always waited until the other was ready to eat when the other was late, no matter how late they were. There were times when you two had sex, but it was more of a stress reliever than anything else, and you ended up stocking on Plan-B's and birth control pills as every slight touch of his sent you into a feverish frenzy unlike any other. Satoru had a way of eating you out, but Kento had a way of getting into every hollow and crevice of your body. As he kissed you along every crack and crevice, and especially on the permanent bruises that you acquired in your childhood, he seemed to be calming your heart in an unexpected way, not the way Satoru did, but in a unique and comforting manner.

Eventually, you two began to open up to each other. You told him how you didn't have a good relationship with your family and how they always talked down to you and hit you, making you feel like you were not good enough. Additionally, you told him that your family wasn't in favor of you becoming a teacher in the first place, and that your grandparents believed that women should remain at home and learn household chores. This incident caused you to rebel against your family by sneaking out of the house on the day they planned to set you up with someone and running away. You applied to be a teacher at the university at that time and actually dated someone before Satoru, but he never seemed to care about you that much, so you called it off and focused exclusively on your job. Satoru came into your life, and the rest is history.

When the two of you were talking on the couch, Nanami looked at you sadly and said, “I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that.”

You shook your head. “I'm married to you now, Nanami. At least I should tell you about my life so far.”

Nanami cleared his throat and said, smiling at you, “Don't forget you're Mrs. Nanami now, so you can call me by my first name.”. Even though you smiled back, you were scared as you started to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and then decided not to call him by his first name yet until your feelings for him changed.

He sighed and told you about his background: his ancestors came to Japan under dire circumstances from Denmark. Before his family experienced an economic crisis, he stayed close to his family, particularly to his parents; consequently, he had to find odd jobs and work to provide for his parents. Then he met Toji Fushiguro, one of the assassins hired by the Gojo family. After being taken under Toji's wing, Nanami became a skilled marksman, self-taught at archery, and a great student of mathematics. Satoru’s father noticed how skillful he was in his line of work, and offered to pay off the family loans in exchange for Nanami to work for him. Thus, Kento Nanami was admitted to a well-respected school that provided top-notch education while working part-time; as a result, Nanami went to a good school and a good university, all the while perfecting his marksmanship not only with arrows, but also with guns and knives. After establishing themselves financially, his parents moved back to Copenhagen.

The catch? His family didn’t even know what he was doing; they thought he was working a white-collar job after he graduated. He’s doing this so that they can live peacefully, and should he walk out of the job, his parents would die as well. At one point, he was brought to a dilemma when he had to shoot his best friend, Yuu Haibara, because he inadvertently saw Satoru’s father making a trade. Mr. Gojo told him, “He may be your best friend, Nanami-kun, but if he ratted us out, the mission would crumble.” As Nanami spoke the words, “I'm so sorry, Yuu,” with tears in his eyes, Yuu was shot in the heart, thus becoming entwined with the fate of the Gojo family.

Hearing all of this pained your heart and brought tears to your eyes. You approached him and tried to console him by holding his hands in your own. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, and I’m assuming that you didn’t want to break Satoru and me up, did you?”

Nanami shook his head, “No, because I didn’t want you to go through the same pain I went through, but deeper.”

Something in you compelled you to hug him tightly for a few moments before pulling yourself away from the embrace; there was a moment when your faces were only a few inches apart and you couldn't help but stare at each other's lips. A ping on your phone startled you both, and you realized it was a text from Satoru inviting you to meet him sometime. While an awkward silence caused you both to shuffle on the couch and you debated whether or not to meet him, you secretly downloaded some language apps on your phone to help you learn Nanami's language.

One Saturday morning, while you were cooking breakfast, Nanami’s parents FaceTimed him and exchanged pleasantries. He then called out to you while talking with his parents, and you ran to him. You were wearing your pink apron on top of your red sweatshirt and black leggings when you waved at an elderly couple on the other side of the screen.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Very nice to meet you!” You greeted them chirpily.

Nanami threw a side glance at you and shook his head. “Nanami, you’re (Y/N) Nanami,” he corrected you. He turned across the screen, smiling. “Mor, Far, this is (Y/N), my wife.”

Mr. and Mrs. Nanami covered their mouths with their hands in shock upon hearing this. “Why did you not tell us?” his mother slightly chided him in Japanese.

You interrupted your husband just as he was about to continue talking, and said with a smile in Japanese, “It happened so soon that we didn’t get a chance to tell you. We’re so sorry, and I hope you and I get along well.” His parents and you then started a nice, sweet conversation, with Nanami looking at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Excuse me, but I have to go into the kitchen,” you told them before getting up and walking back. You subconsciously listened to their family conversation, but as you paid more attention to it, your stomach sank at what you heard.

“Kento, we don't appreciate you marrying her, let alone not telling us anything about her,” Mr. Nanami said. “I need you to leave her immediately and return to Denmark so that we can marry you to someone else of my choosing.”

“Far, I don't like the way you're talking about (Y/N),” Kento scowled. “She's a strong, independent woman who’s well-educated, loving, caring, kind, and compassionate, and she's clearly better suited to be my wife than anyone you could ever choose for me.”

Their conversation made you angry at his parents, yet, at the same time, it made you smile at Kento for defending you.

You turned off the stove and walked back to the table where Kento was sitting, and surprised the three of them by admonishing both his parents in Danish, “While I appreciate you looking out for your son, Mr. Nanami, you don't know what your son has gone through for the both of you. He's sacrificed a lot for your sake, and now you're criticizing him for making this life-changing decision for himself. He needs your help as we move into the next stage of our lives together.” This caused Kento to look at you in awe, and that's when he saw you in a new light.

After the call with his parents without saying a word, you finished eating your breakfast with Nanami before heading to your room to change. As you were heading out of the house, you told him, “I’m going to meet Satoru. I’ll be late, so don’t wait on me.” You left and closed the door, leaving a concerned Nanami behind.

Satoru immediately saw you as you reached the cafe where you were both supposed to meet and hugged each other. You then realized that his embrace doesn’t feel warm anymore. It felt like something was missing, or rather, you were missing a certain someone.

When you two sat down to have lunch together, he put his hand on yours and said, “(Y/N)-chan, I’m so sorry it took me this long. However, I’m going to talk to my parents and leave them behind for you. We’ll run away and spend our lives together, but you have to leave Nanami for this. You’re not to be with him, but with me.”

For a brief moment, you reflected on the previous eight months of your marriage with Kento, and despite the way it began, eventually, you felt a pull towards him and wanted to dive deeper and deeper into the depths of his heart as you two slept with each other and became vulnerable and raw about your lives with each other.

You pushed the cerulean-eyed man’s hand aside and, showing your ring, spoke in a sad tone, “Satoru, I truly appreciate what you’re willing to do for me. But, I’m married now, and I’m in love with my husband.” This sudden realization shocked the both of you as you got up from the table. “I have to go. I’m sorry,” you apologized before going back home, leaving a forlorn Satoru behind.

Minutes later, as you were still trying to get home, your mind was filled with thoughts of whether Kento would hate you for leaving him like this. But as you approached the front door, panting, it burst open before a crying Kento came out and engulfed you in a tight embrace. He then cupped your cheeks and kissed you hard, your teeth clicking and tongues swirling around each other. He picked you up by your ass, hooked your legs around his waist, closed the door and took you to your room, still kissing you. You two then fell onto the bed, and, between kisses, you told him moanfully the three words you didn't realize he needed to hear: “I choose you.”

“(Y/N)!” Kento exclaimed, quickly pulling himself away from the kiss. “Do you really choose me? Please say it again if you do.”

You nodded again in response and, with a genuine smile, whispered, “I choose you.”

He smiled back and kissed you again, taking his time with your lips and imprinting the newfound declaration of love in his mind. Kento put his hand on your waist and tried to pull it away, but you kept it there and kissed him more passionately. You were both running your fingers through each other's hair, kissing, embracing, and feeling each other's love radiate from your bodies before you knew it. Kento started kissing your neck, descending slowly until he reached your collar bones and complimented you on your beauty before moving on to your cleavage. You, on the other hand, peppered his neck with kisses and raked your fingers through his blond hair and the undercut, smiling and loving every moment of it.

You then climbed up on top of Kento and removed your light-blue shirt, while he continued to kiss you around the waist. You began pulling up his white t-shirt, running your fingers from his stomach to his chest, as he stood up. Now that you were both feeling passionate, you looked at each other and gave each other another deep kiss. After that, Kento kissed your shoulder and then pulled the straps of your black lace bra down while continuing to kiss you on your shoulders and up to your neck. He then unhooked your bra, which made you smirk naughtily.

“Oh, and Kento, can I tell you one more thing?” you asked, interrupting him from going further, and you heard him hum in reply. You then burst into a smile as you looked at him and said, “I’m not on the pill.”

His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden announcement. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“I’d like you to breed me, Daddy Nanami,” you whispered before you pressed your lips hard unto his, kissing Kento on his head and smelling his doused hair that smells of musk. He kisses your breasts and gently kneads them with his hands as he fervently descends on you. He continued to kiss you, moving his lips down to your navel and pushing you onto your back as he did so.

Before going down, he began smearing kisses all over your stomach while unzipping and pulling down your pants. He then noticed your lacy black panties, which are his favorite type, and smiled wickedly at you as he kissed your thighs. He then picked both of your legs up and peeled your panties off of you, kissing your toes and slowly working his way up to your thighs.

“I love you,” you softly moaned, causing your husband to look into your (E/C) eyes and smile.

“Baby, say those three words again for me while I have my sweet dessert,” Kento whispered, and pressed his face in between your wet nether lips, placing kitten-like licks on your clit and sucking on your folds. You let out a string of pornographic-sounding ‘I love you’s as he tongue-fucked you, looking into his brown eyes and intertwining your fingers with his.

As the coil in you started to build up, he removed his slick-covered mouth away from your pussy and wiped it using the back of his hand, before looking at you with pleading eyes. “(Y/N) baby, it’s okay. I’m still here,” he assured you while stripping off his pants and boxers, hissing slightly as his fully-erected cock sprung free and hit his stomach.

“You’re so perfect for me,” Kento muttered, looking at you with doting eyes, as he crawled back onto the bed and in between your legs spread wide. He lined his dick with your entrance and cupped your cheeks.

“I love you too, Mrs. (Y/N) Nanami,” he growled as he thrust his hardened cock inside you, eliciting another moan from your lips. His soft lips then crashed into yours for another passionate kiss, making you want more of him while he continued thrusting inside you deeper and faster.

As you thought about how you could live this moment forever, Kento whispered in your ear: “(Y/N), my sweet angel, I’m going to make up for lost time and make love to you all night, filling you up and treating you like you deserve to be treated… like my queen.”

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