#student x sensei

[starryskyzx]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿!𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 “𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴” 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗸𝗲𝘆, 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝟰 𝗺𝗲!!

The lecture hall was empty aside from Professor Aizawa and you, who was sitting on his lap. You grinded your damp, pink panties across the print poking at you through the fabric of your professor’s dress pants. You knew in your head this was wrong, but whenever you saw someone good-looking, no matter who it was, you’d automatically turn into a horny mess.

“You listening, y/n?” he asked smoothly, pretending his dick wasn’t hardened up waiting to feel the warmth of your walls around it. “Sorry, guess I’m distracted” you mumbled, batting your false eyelashes, pretending to be some innocent girl despite your mini skirt riding up your legs.

There was an open book plopped on his desk, along with a few pieces of paper, and some writing utensils too. This “study session” was going well, but as time went on, you became more eager to learn more about what was in your professor’s pants rather than the actual lesson.

“We can’t have that can we?” he whispered into your ear, lifting up your skirt, leaving it sitting loose around your waist. “Needa get your mind off of work for a while?”

You nodded, gently closing the book, scooting it over to the side incase you two went a little crazy and needed more room. “Can you take these off for me, sweetie?” he said, using his index finger to tug on the elastic of your panties before reaching to pull your tight little crop top over your head. “Mhm” you purred, slipping your panties to your ankles leaving them hanging next to your heels.

You felt a a slender hand pushing you against the desk, arching your back into a good position. Biting your lip, you prepared yourself for the feeling of Professer Aizawa’s cock rubbing against your entrance the way you imagined all those days in class before.

As you heard a pants zipper unzip from behind you, your face heated up and your heart began to race. His cold hand gripped your left tit, squeezing your pierced nipple in between his index finger and his middle finger. It took a moment for your body temperature to adjust to his, but right as you thought things had leveled out, you felt the tip of his veiny dick split between your folds and penetrate your pussy.

“Fuck!~” you moaned, vocalizing your pleasure a little too loud, forgetting this was taking place in a classroom. “Quiet, baby” Aizawa soothed, slowly inching the rest of his girthy cock into your wet cunt.

You instinctively nodded, trying ever so hard to hold back any sort of whimper or wail as your pussy loosened to adjust to the girth and length of his dick rubbing against your walls.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his initial slow thrusts. They were languid and affectionate, only leaving a slut like you desperate for more. You bucked your hips and attempted to inch yourself further down onto his cock.

“You want more, sweetie? Think you can take it?”

Whether you thought your cunt could swallow all of his length or not, a quick “Yes-” rolled off your tongue, followed by “Just fuck me please~”.

Aizawa quickly rammed the rest of his cock inside you, unknowingly slamming against your g-spot, leaving you disheveled, aching for the tip of his dick to strike your sweet spot again, at a more frenzied pace.

You stopped leaning on the desk and decided to brace yourself on your professor’s thighs, giving you a good balance. As Professor Aizawa pumped his cock in and out of your pussy, grunting as he played with your nipples, you began to bounce on his dick, using one of your hands to stretch yourself open even wider.

“If you keep wearing slutty clothes like this, you wont be the only one distracted in my class you know” he teased, gripping your waist and slamming every inch of him into you all at once.

“Mhm-“ you stammered unable to find words to appropriately reply to his banter. Your head jerked as the force of a hand tugging your hair pulled you backwards. “Are you listening, Ms. l/n?”

Your cunt tightened on his cock as if it we’re trying to influence his body to continue moving. His tip applied pressure to your g-spot as he sat there, waiting for you to reply.

“Yes, sir- Listening-“ you cooed, lying through your teeth, simply trying get him to fuck you unapologetically rough, leaving you out of breath. “Promise if I fuck you good, you’ll do better in my class?” he taunted, slowly moving himself within your body.

A needy “Promise~” fell from your lips on impulse, bringing tears to your eyes knowing you couldn’t yell as loud as you wanted to. A sense of hopelessness washed over you, as you could feel every part of your body begging to touched. However, it was then your professor stood up from his chair and bent you over, now pinning you to the desk in the exact same spot you cleared room for earlier.

A gasp tried to come out of your mouth due to the sudden movement, but Aizawa had already placed his hand over your mouth and began brutally pounding your cunt. “This what it take for girls like you to pass my class? Getting used like a cumslut?”

A set of muffled moans filled the room, as the will power you had to hold any noises back had disappeared the moment his pace had picked up. Tears began to roll down your face as your pleasure reached it’s peak and your body attempted run from the cock you’d been begging for all this time.

Your hand grasped at the air and you pleaded into the hand of your professor, as his length caused you to paint his dick white and drip cum onto the pants hanging around his ankles.

The euphoric feeling of your walls clenching down on his dick, lead to your mascara running down your cheek. A few grunts and groans came out his mouth before he quickly removed himself from your cunt, leaving you feeling relieved, but empty and ready for more.

Professor Aizawa gave himself a few pumps before releasing his nut onto your back, leaving some residue on the mini skirt he had pulled upon your waist. You layed there catching your breath as he reached down and pulled your panties up for you, redressing you with your shirt and cum covered skirt as well.

Eventually, you sat up and Professor Aizawa pulled you close to his face. Taking his thumb, he wiped away your running mascara, before moving his hand to your chin, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “When you go home make sure you study, baby. Mkay?” he whispered gently, as if he were a completely different person than the one that was corrupting you, making you cry tears of pleasure just moments before.

You replied with a small, sinless “kay~” before grabbing your purse that was set aside and limping your way towards the exit of the building. However, little did your professor know, instead of studying when you got home, you simply began planning out an even sluttier outfit for tomorrow in hopes that maybe he’d see you again and you two could start a nightly routine of hooking up together for the rest of that term.

#aizawa x you #aizawa x reader #aizawa shōta #mha aizawa #aizawa smut #bnha aizawa #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x student!reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #shota aizawa #mha smut #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #bhna x reader #bhna smut #bhna fanfiction #bhna imagine #mha headcanons #smut #mr aizawa #mha #bhna #bhna headcanons #aizawa #kinktober #kinktok #smutober #oc tober 2023

[javarium]

ensō (in paradise)

gojo satoru x student! reader — [tffts]

throughout heaven and earth, he alone is the honored one. but he doesn’t want either. he wants his paradise; he wants to be back in the field of lotuses and lilies with the one that treats him like he was never a god, but as if he was always human

w — teacher/student relationship, underage, adult/minor relationship, age gap, mostly Gojo’s POV, implied! slightly chubby reader, minor gore, prose, word vomit in some areas haha, no dialogue except maybe a few lines lmao, ANGST, and JJK manga spoilers for 236

[ ending line divider goes to @/saradika]

Nothing in his life could have ever prepared him for this. No amount of training or mental fortitude could ever prepared him for losing the fight — for defeat — and the aftermath that he knew would ensue. He didn’t like it, but it was what it was.

The only problem? He wasn’t satisfied. 

With this? Never.

Satoru had won. The fight was over. He had bested the King of Curses with his Unlimited Hollow, hollowing out a massive chunk of Shinjuku. The body of the boy that Satoru swore to take back was battered, missing limbs and out of energy and done.

He won.

What went wrong? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that his torso had been suddenly cut, split almost in half with entrails visible for the world to see. To see that he was nothing more than a human— a human playing the part of a god that he was not. He remembers losing feeling below his ribs, the warmth of the fish of blood, then falling, sliding backwards from atop his lower half. He doesn’t like to see that his legs are still standing, that blood coats everything from where he was cut to his knees. He’s sure there’s a puddle gathering beneath the feet his head was separated from. 

All he knows is that he’s dying, and that he won’t be coming back.

He doesn’t need to close his eyes to see Suguru, Nanami, Haibara, and Masamichi in the afterlife. That’s unnecessary, he thinks. They talk in the final moments of the life of Gojo Satoru, in his state of limbo of his soul coming to pass into the pearly gates he knows he doesn’t deserve to go through.

He calls out to his old teacher in the afterlife, yelling at him over the saying that there’ll never be a sorcerer that won’t die with regrets.

Because despite the facade that he doesn’t have any… maybe, just maybe… he has them.

It may have been a worthy fight, a worthy end for Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer of the modern era, but he wasn’t satisfied. He had regrets (he wouldn’t have called out to his teacher otherwise) about… maybe a few things. Perhaps several. He was supposed to die alone; he was supposed to show Sukuna he understood the magnitude of solitude the King of Curses bore as the strongest; he was supposed to foster a new generation…

Ah… He almost closes his eyes. His students…

Satoru’s voltage had just began to ramp up, his reverse cursed technique back at full force thanks to Black Flash. He had won. Hollow Purple had brought the mighty King of Curses to his knees, no matter the expense to Shinjuku. 

But now, it was too late. It had all been too sudden for even him to comprehend: that he had been cut through by Sukuna’s newly acquired technique. 

Satoru heard his lower half finally hit the ground, inches, centimeters even, from his severed upper. He could feel the blood splatter onto the stumps of his arms, guessing its proximity. 

How was one supposed to fix this? He knew he probably could, even if it did re-exhaust the reverse cursed technique bar he’d just filled back up. That wasn’t a problem, if he could just think hard enough. 

The problem now was fighting the peaceful slow of his heart with the regrets he wasn’t allowed to have; the problem was the fighting the serenity of death with the unsatisfactory, unsatisfied way he was going to leave the planet — leave his fellow peers and students behind. 

His students… A faint hum rumbles from his throat. You.

He can only imagine how you’re feeling, seeing him severed in almost half and a bloody mess. He knows how he would feel if anything like this happened to you. He can’t even imagine it… To flatten the entire landscape, the Earth even, to obliterate everything and everyone on it, would not be enough, nowhere near enough, to satisfy his rage. Because it wouldn’t bring you back.

Nanami was half right. He does use jujutsu as a means to satisfy himself. He is weird; he’ll definitely agree. However, as of just a few months ago, that’s changed. It’s changed because you dropped into his life. It’s changed because you didn’t see him as a god like the rest of jujutsu society. You didn’t revere him, the very pinnacle of sorcery itself, not like Yuuji did. Although he tried at first to get you to see him the same way everyone else did, he quickly gave up. Because it felt nice. For some reason, he didn’t feel like he had to be at the top. Not with you. Yes, he immediately knew how strange it was, but what he didn’t do was question it. And that was something he wouldn’t regret.

“…toru!” 

Satoru didn’t know why he was hearing your voice. The universe granting him one last wish?

He prayed that you weren’t here on the battlefield, here in front of Sukuna. He prayed your voice was nothing more than a figment of his imagination — the overactive brain that made him so childish and hyper. Satoru hoped it was your voice carrying across the wind, across the spiritual plane, because if it wasn’t, he was truly going to hate himself for not getting up. Especially when he knew he could. He just… didn’t want to.

Satoru felt the cold, then a familiar firmness press against the severed portion of his body. His lower half. His legs and partial torso were being put to the rest of his upper body, his arms being connected to remaining stumps.

His hearing was still intact. Muddled just a little bit, like being underwater, but it was coming back to him. 

The first thing he hears clearly is crackling. Like electricity. Like lightning. He knows what’s happening even while he’s dying.

Kashimo must be on the field, he thinks. And he’s surprised he can still think. Because there was a moment earlier where thoughts were thick fog, hazing over his overworked brain to tell him to sleep and get some rest even though it would be the last time his eyes would close. 

Things get clearer; his hearing increases, his thoughts begin to speed up, his vision goes form opaque to crystal, and finally, his sense of touch comes back. 

“Satoru!”

He’s right. Kashimo is on the field, fighting Sukuna. Shoko is also there, along with Yuuta. Both are utilizing their reverse cursed energy to the maximum output. And, to his fear, so are you.

He’s right. You’re on the battlefield as well. It makes his heart sink in upset. You’re helping heal him, too. Out of the three of you, you have the highest output of healing capacity. You match him so well, just with the opposite powers; two sides of the same coin.

Satoru hates the tears running down your cheeks. He hates that your eyes are swollen and puffy and red and that you’re going to have a massive headache come tomorrow. He hates that you’re this sad, this upset, and it’s all because of him. He’d like to rip his own heart out as recompense, but he knows that would only hurt you further.

The only way he could make it better is by healing and getting up off the ground.

Satoru’s going to make it better. He can’t leave you alone and afraid and in this current state that breaks the heart inside his chest that he found out is still human. After all this time, he’s still human. And he still has to thank you for showing him that. 

Heaven with his friends was amazing. Earth with his students and peers was exciting. But that wasn’t enough. You were the paradise that made him feel human, feel something he hasn’t known before. It was new, something more than just fun and exciting, and he wasn’t willing to let that go. Not yet. Not ever.

He can feel his brain pulse with the strain, lifeforce dwindling as he searches and searches and searches and searches and fucking there it is.

Satoru fires up his reverse cursed technique, smoke billowing from his waist and arms, the energy encompassing his broken body. A heavy, soul-shaking thunderclap echos in his ears the second his heart restarts. The suddenly inhale of oxygen almost overwhelms his lungs and he’s alive again.

Shoko and Yuuta’s hands are still on him, unwavering while aiding in the process. You, however, pull away. He knows why. He knows you too well: that you fear your touch might make things worse instead of better. 

Silly girl, he thinks with a smile. You could never hurt me.

Everything hurts. Reverse cursed energy may heal wounds, but scars would still surely remain.

He uses his repaired arms to lift himself off the ground. He whines childishly at the pain, earning a deadpan look from Shoko and a heavy sigh from the second-year, along with a cloth to wipe the blood from the sides of his mouth.

“Knock it off, Gojo.” Shoko lights up another cigarette. She takes a long puff, one that makes his, Yuuta’s, and your sweet and puffy eyes go wide. “You need to recover. Properly, this time. Come back to base. You can fight him again if Kashimo loses.”

His shining blue eyes go to Sukuna and Kashimo. He wants to say something, that he should finish what’s been started. But the second his eyes land on them, his peripheral sees you. Devastated, sweet, upset, lovable little you that just witnessed the near loss of someone who was more than just a teacher to her.

He bites his tongue. He can’t. 

“Okay~”

Satoru is hugged by his students and applauded by the rest once he’s back. Maki, however, true to Maki fashion, punches his chest in worry. It hurts, thanks to her Heavenly Restriction, but he’s glad to feel it. (She’s stronger than Toji, that much he’s almost sure of.)

He doesn’t shower, but cleans up with water and cloth and changes into new clothes, ready sooner rather than later if he’s needed again. Which he doesn’t doubt that he will.

But Satoru wants to rest now. He wants to watch as Kashimo (and maybe his students) take down Sukuna and Kenjaku. He doesn’t want to fight anymore. He does, but he doesn’t. The longer he’s away from the battlefield and by your side, the more he’s tearing away from his desire to fight. He may come when called, but for no reason other than that. Satoru wants to hand the torch off. It’s time. 

He can hear the fight; he doesn’t need to see it. His eyes need rest anyway.

He wants to indulge in the luxury of not being needed. He want to indulge in the paradise of being human, of being content and finally satisfied with something other than being the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer. And with you, he can do that. You provide that sanctuary for him. You give him things he never thought were possible for someone like him.

Satoru’s big arms are looped tightly around your waist, holding you close to him. His head is buried into the soft squishiness of your tummy while he rests. It’s his favorite place to be. Your tummy is the perfect pillow to rest his head, a little piece of heaven that grants him rest he doesn’t often come by. It’s warm and soft and cozy and he genuinely doesn’t understand why you don’t like how soft you are.

He hopes you stay soft. As soft as possible anyway. He doesn’t want you hardened, not like him. He wants your heart to stay soft, your hands smooth and stomach plush and comfy so he can feel every day the fruit of his sacrifice of being The Strongest.

As for you, you can’t help but feel like you’re about to explode. Not even an hour ago, the man laying on your lap, your teacher, was drifting into the afterlife, his blood all across the ground and staining his lower half after being cut into two (four, but you can’t bother to think about it any further).

Now, he’s nestled into your tummy with a content grin on his face, using you as a pillow and relaxing as if he hadn’t just fought the fight of his life against the most powerful being in known jujutsu history — like nothing ever happened. Your hands are threaded through his stark white locks, fingertips gently rubbing his scalp to the point where you were sure he was falling asleep.

“Easy,” comes Satoru’s voice. He isn’t asleep. The tone he uses is not his high pitched one; it’s the deep one that he uses on rare occasion, the one that grabs your attention because it’s important. “Stop thinking so much. I’m still here.”

His ethereal blue eyes gaze up at you sweetly, like one would a lover like you’re more than just his student, and you are. They’re filled with such emotion it makes you turn away in embarrassment. You don’t know why he looks at you like you’re the world to him, but he does. It’s because you’re different; they’re filled with love, because he knows in his heart he’s in love. Even if he has to wait a few more years, he knows that you’re it. You’re the one for him.

You’re his paradise, his well-deserved peace and tranquillity. Together with you, he’s at his best.

Behind him on the screen, Kashimo decimates Sukuna further. He’s on his knees, and Yuuta takes over from there. Sukuna’s soul is separated from Megumi’s body, leaving the boy comatose from his own soul being crushed under the weight of Sukuna’s evil. All that’s left is Kenjaku, and Satoru knows he can easily defeat the man holding his late best friend’s body and put an end to the Culling Games once and for all.

Satoru can’t wait until this is all over. He can’t wait to properly bathe in the glory of the peace and serenity of the paradise that he’s never had until now — the paradise he’s more earned. Death hasn’t earned him yet.

Satoru burrows himself deeper into your stomach, curling his legs up on the sofa, making you giggle from being ticklish there. He’ll come if he’s needed. But for now, he’s going to stay behind, and keep you out of harm’s way doing it.

Right here and right now, he’s going to be a selfish little bastard and enjoy the paradise on Earth that Heaven could never have afforded him.

here’s the fix-it fic guys time to take a tylenol and hit the pillow. i have absolutely no shame in giving myself carpal tunnel for this. gojo dead? naw he just gotta wait for backup everything’s fine :’)) also this is a jumbled mess and probably shit that’s the only thing I’ll apologize for bc I kept on getting upset and crying while doing this like 🥲 gojo come back

taglist (for now): — @vagabond-umlaut @heresan @nayrring @satorunin @satoruhour @aeanya @greycaelum (we don’t talk much babe but I thought you’d be okay with me tagging you since you commented on a couple of my works ☺️ and I’m such a huge fan of urs)

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #teacher gojo x student reader #gojo x student reader #gojo x y/n #gojo sensei #gojo angst #jjk oneshot #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jjk manga #jjk manga spoilers #jjk 236 #jjk chapter 236 #the fix-it fic 😭 #[ TFFTS ]

[ferns-and-raspberries]

Being Mr. Aizawa’s not-so-secret favourite student...

AN: This is in no way written in a romantic context but you can interpret it as you see fit

He was fully aware you were his favorite

There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that you are his favourite

You weren’t necessarily better in skill or power-

But out of the rambunctious group he taught, he secretly was rooting for you a little more then the others

At first he's pretty subtle about it, just being a helpful teacher

Giving your pointers on your quirk and explaining things for a second time when you don’t understand

But when he starts using you as an example for everything-

Even when you, yourself have nothing to do with the topic

The class quickly notices

The Bakusquad minus Bakugou himself have no qualms about using this to their advantage

Like when you say your unprepared for a test?

Denki is more likely to not feel bad about staying up playing playing video games with Sero instead of studying since if you flunk, there obviously will be a retest

The Dekusquad? Almost immediately catches on

Uraraka is a little disappointed in their teacher and Midoryia wonders if it’s something like him and All Might have?

Ida flat out calls Mr. Aizawa out in front of the class which is how most realized

“MR. AIZAWA! THIS BLATANT FAVOURITISM OF L/N IS NOT ONLY DAMAGING TO THE REST OF THE CLASS BUT ALSO TO THEM!! HOW ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO MEET THE STANDARD OF A YOUNG HERO IN TRAINING IF YOU ARE CONSTANTLY LOWING IT TO THEIR ABILITIES!!”

You were so incredibly embarrassed

The class was embarrassed for Ida not you

They love you

But Mr. Aizawa was horrified.

He told Ida to sit down and told him that he was being ridiculous

And made a mental note to try and be more discreet

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero acedamia #mha #bnha #my hero headcanons #mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa sensei #aizawa shota x reader #mr aizawa #aizawa x student reader

[gglitch1dd]

You Know your Work

Teacher Aizawa x Student Reader

Request: @camilosimping: Hi! Sry if it's too much for you to take another request, I saw you took a lot of them. I was wondering if you could do professor aizawa x fem student, who just got a pretty bad grade.

A/N: Hey babes! I can't tell how much I wanted to cry writing this. Sorry for the long wait. I had to do some other things and my IRL was getting a bit hectic but its better now. I really hope you like it!!

Warning: This is NOT romantic or sexual in anyways so don't get that idea. This is a comfort piece. Also, Reader cries and its okay to cry.

Aizawa was walking around handing back papers. You were silent as your leg moved up and down underneath your table. You had studied so hard for this test and yet when you were writing it felt as if it handed your ass back to you. You were so worried. You really did your best, you tried doing everything you could, taking breaks and not cramming in last minute so you really hoped for the best.

You swallowed down hard as Mr Aizawa walked over to your desk. He placed the paper face down in front of you before moving on to Midoriya who sat behind you. You closed your eyes as you slowly touched the paper. You prayed hard to the heavens hoping that they were in your favour. Carefully you turned the paper around.

48%

You paused as you stared down at the number in front of you, hoping that the longer you looked at it, the numbers would swop themselves. You felt your heart sink as you looked at the number. You instantly felt numb as you weren’t even sure you could breathe nor make a sound.

“Sero,” Denki said outloud turning to one of his best friends as he held his paper. He shook his head with a laugh. “How’s it looking?” He said.

The dark-haired hero in training put a grimace on his face. He shook his head. “Not looking good.”

Denki nodded his head as he looked at his paper. “Yah, not looking good.”

Momo let out a displeased hum as she nodded her head. “Yah.” She spoke as she turned her paper back around with a disappointed look. “I was really hoping for a 95 this time. I can’t believe I got an 85.” She stated almost as if it was the worst thing in the world.

Denki and Sero widened their eyes as they looked at one another. He looked back down at their papers. They grimaced.

You felt yourself shrink into your blazer as you forced yourself not to cry. Everything and everyone around you felt almost as if they were too loud or too quiet. It was all too much for you. How could you have failed? You tried so hard this time.  You really did. You tried your best. Of course, you weren’t perfect and maybe if you spent a bit less time on your phone you could have gotten more hours in, but you tried.

You really tried.

You bit your lip forcing yourself not to cry as you opted just to look out the window and silence out the rest of the class.

Soon the lessons came to an end, and you all had an hour before training at the end of the day. You were slow and the last one to pack away your things. You swallowed down hard, trying to think what you would tell your parents. You closed your eyes, willing yourself not to cry as you stared at the ground heading out of class.

“L/N.” You paused at the use of your family name. You turned back to see Mr Aizawa standing with his arms crossed as he looked at you. You swallowed down hard as you turned around fully, forcing yourself  not to frown at the sight of him. Of course it wasn’t Aizawa’s fault you failed, but you really didn’t want to see the teacher of the subject that you fail right now. He motioned for you to come forward and that is what you did. You swallowed down hard, willing yourself to try and stay as stoic as you could be. He let out a breath.

You knew what he was going to say.

Try harder. Do more exercises. Read more. Focus.

The same shit everybody tells you.

“You know your work.” You froze at the statement as you looked at him with wide eyes. He turned to the stack of papers he had and shuffled through them before finding yours. “Your answers… when I was marking them, they showed that you know your work.” He stated truthfully as he took a step forward, his dark eyes on you as he spoke. Although he looked as stoic as ever, borderline emotionless, you could tell there was genuine appreciation behind his words. “I can see when a student knows their work. You just need a bit of an extra push with your answers. Its almost like you know the answer but you’re only giving half of it.” He explained putting your paper back down.

He put his hands in his pockets and let out a breath. He could see you weren’t totally convinced. He didn’t blame you. He saw how you reacted in class and he noticed it throughout the day as you barely interacted with the class or the activities. He frowned slightly, dark eyebrows pushed together for a moment before easing.

“How about you start doing the extra exercises at the back of the textbook and you send your answers to me. We can work through them together and help get your answers to where they need to be. Hm?” He put on a smidge of a smile, more than you would ever get from him. “You’re a good student, L/N. It’s important you know that this exam doesn’t change that.”

You scowled, your jaw vibrating as you tried to stop yourself from crying. You lower your head in front of him, biting back whimpers and sobs. You quickly wiped your eyes as you couldn’t stop the tears no matter how hard you tried. “I’m sorry.” You let out with sniffs. You knew that Aizawa would hate you for crying. You were to become a future hero, you didn’t need to cry. You sniffed as you couldn’t stop the sobs. You couldn’t stop the tears as they came bubbling out of you.

You felt a hand on your shoulder making you suck in a breath. You looked up to see Mr Aizawa, as serious as he always was, with his arms open, offering you a hug. You paused for a second taking it in, before feeling your emotions overcome you once more.

You walked into the hug with a sullen look, looping your arms around him as you clutched onto his black shirt and tried to stop the only intensifying sobs that racked through you. Aizawa wrapped his arms around you as he rubbed your back. You cried only harder. “I-I… I-”

“Breathe.” He reminded you calmly. His hair smelt like jasmine shampoo and you were pretty sure that you were letting tears into his hair but he didn’t seem to mind.

You took a deep breath to stop your hiccupping, letting it out again. You took another breath. “I-I really tried th-this time, Sensei. I promise.”

He rubbed your back soothingly. “I know, kid. I know. You did your best and for that, I’m proud.” He reminded you. Aizawa stood there and let you cry into his chest. Let you cry until you weren’t even sure where you were. Together he would help you get to where you wanted to go. But right now…

Now you just needed him to be there with you.

-Glitch1d

#mha x y/n #bnha #aizawa headcanons #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa #aizawa sensei #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa x student reader #aizawa comfort #aizawa fluff #dadzawa #aizawa x you #aizawa shota x reader #mha aizawa #mha comfort

[uhhidkkenny]

𝙈𝙧. 𝙈𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺：𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔．

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨：𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘍！ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳， 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛，𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯．𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡？ 18 𝘗𝘓𝘜𝘚！𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣，𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 （𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓） 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠，𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑．𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔，𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔（𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑）

𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖： 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦， 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬♥︎ 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑． 𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑦，𝐴𝐼 𝑏𝑜𝑡， 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒，𝑒𝑡𝑐 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘． 𝑊𝐶：2.2𝑘

October 31st was the best day of the year for you. You typically went out in a slutty costume and got drunk with all your friends to ultimately meet hot strangers. Why were you all the sudden in charge of keeping watch for villans during halloween? You pissed Aizawa off by waking him up, and boy did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It was your last Halloween at UA. Being in class 3-A and turning 18 we’re big milestones you wanted to celebrate along with Halloween, but no.

Mr. Aizawa and you have a rough history. You never wanted to become a hero but when you saved a kid with minimal effort by repelling a firetruck a villain threw, Japans top hero’s saw more in you than your own family. UA practically “bought” you in your opinion. Offering your parents money and a scholarship where you could live and eat for free, it was a proposal that was hard to reject. Aizawa was your teacher and acted as if you being there was a hinderance. He treated you as if you were lower than the rest of the class. His words only fueled your hatred for the man who personally went out of his way (unbeknownst to you) and asked the principal for you to have a full ride.

You and Aizawa were two sides of the same coin. Opposites in the best way. You hated being at UA. he hated being there too. You hated being a hero, he hated doing hero work. He was lazy. You were stubborn. You hated UA for basically a full year but no one gave up on you. Now here you are top 5 in your class, stuck looking at the moon until the morning because your asshole of a teacher got mad he woke up and had to work.

As your sitting in the lounging area to “keep watch” you get the glorious idea that you’ll just wait till Aizawa is asleep to sneak out. You were already in fishnets under your pj bottoms. All you needed to do was throw some more slutty stuff on with animal ears and you would be good. It’s already midnight so he should be asleep.

Creeping around the hall ways you slowly go to peek through his door. He wasn’t in there though which through you off even more. As you turn around with a huff to walk away you bump into something. Immediately screaming as you try to move from its embrace. “Why are you looking in my room L/n?” Mr. Aizawa said as you struggled to get out of the hold he had on you with his binding cloth. You look at him with your best puppy dog eyes and he feels his heart flutter and his eyes widen.

Aizawa was a pretty man who liked pretty people, however you were a very pretty person that he never could take a chance on. Why? You were never old enough, even now with you being 18 your still his student. He released the hold on you rather quickly which left you stumbling backwards slightly. He muttered a get back to the lounge before walking in his room and slamming the door. You wanted to knock. You were slightly out of breath but you wanted to make sure he was ok?

Deciding against it you walk into the lounge room again. Sitting on the couch flipping through channels for at least an hour before Aizawa comes into the kitchen only a few feet away with his shirt off, sweats, and that fucking scarf. You always found Aizawa attractive, but you couldn’t stand him at the same time. Anytime you guys threw jabs at one another you always gave him back handed compliments, or you would compliment him and then call him names. Petty of course but you couldn’t let him get a big head. But this was new territory.

You’ve never seen him with his shirt off in real life. This is something you’ve only seen in your imagination. Like when you would touch yourself thinking about your teacher and then be angry about it later. He can feel your gaze on him and chuckles to himself while he starts rummaging through the fridge. So you take it upon yourself to make this a 2 player game. He can’t just come in here, be cheeky and leave. No. Some conclusions were gonna be made today.

You walk into the kitchen and sit yourself up on top of the counter. “So what are your fun Halloween plans Shouta?” You question. Kicking your legs back and forth like a child with a smirk on your face. He turn around with a glare on his face. “It’s Mr. Aizawa to you, and Halloween is for kids. That’s why everyone in the dorms is out having fun.” He said. “Oh right. I’m sorry sir. I just didn’t realize that you were old and boring with the mummy costume you always wear.” You say jokingly. Aizawa turns around to face you and chuckles, “Atleast I’m not a brat that’s stuck inside, while her kiddy friends run around and get away with whatever they want.” “Oh fuck off Shouta. I’m only here cause your lazy ass doesn’t like to teach.” You say with a huff crossing your arms over your crop top covered chest.

“You may be an adult now, but your still a snot nosed little shit who can’t even hear the word no without throwing a tantrum.” Aizawa says as he stalks towards your pouting figure. “Your the brat for making me stay here all cause I woke you up from your nappy.” You spat angry and flustered with how close your teacher is getting. “Yea? The way you speak to me is plenty reason to keep you here.” “Aw Shouta, you like me that much?” He is in your face at this point. Hands placed on the counter next to your ass cheeks that are smushed against it.

“It’s sir to you.” He says with the most stern face and tone that makes you shiver. You feel the tremble in your voice when you say, “but I thought we friends Shouta.” You pout leaning closer and your faces our now inches apart. His eyes meet your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He is daring you at this point and you have got time today. “Or what Shouta?” You say with the most innocent face you can make.

With that his hand is around your neck. Squeezing it just enough to make you feel a little dizzy. “Your such a fucking tease.” He says as he is removing his scarf to wrap around your wrists. He wraps your wrists tightly in a bow and all you can do it try to catch your breath and smile. This tension has been eating at both of you for months and it’s finally overflowed. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your face close to his before saying “Get on your knees or I will make you.” You nod your head and hop off the counter to get on your knees.

“Been thinking about shutting that pretty mouth up for awhile. Now I finally can.” He says as he pulls his half hard crack out of his sweats. He’s lazily stroking it infront of your face almost as if he’s stalling. Has he made a mistake? Can he tell you practically drooling over him and have been for years? To make it known you look up to meet his eyes and open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. Inviting him into your warm mouth, which he could never deny, he slowly glides his member across your tongue. Teasing you while slapping the tip on cheeks. He finally gives in and thrusts into your mouth.

He starts with a slow shallow pace you could easily keep up with but slowly starts increasing his speed until his full blown face fucking you. You would be mad if he wasn’t making the most beautiful groans. You couldn’t grasp his hips for support or touch yourself but a win is a win. Your face is wet with spit and tears but you can tell he is getting close as his hips begin to stutter in their pace. He slows down only to make up for it in depth. His cock being jammed down your throat. He gets a few more thrusts in before releasing himself in the back of your throat. You couldn’t even taste it.

You look up at him and he realizes your fully clothed with your hands behind your back. He laughs as he catches his breath. Pulling you up by your hair and dragging you to the couch in the lounge. Tossing your body onto it like it’s nothing. He then rips your top off to reveal you have no bra on. “What the fuck?!” You say kinda upset he would just ruin your clothes. He laughs again. “Don’t worry brat, I’ll buy you as many as you want.” He says as he begins to slip off the pj pants off your body to reveal the fishnets you put on in hopes of your Halloween turning out this way. He stares at your body as if you are a sculpture and your doing the same. His fully naked frame on top of your mostly naked one.

“Didn’t realize you were such a slut y/n,” he says rubbing his hardening cock against your clothed pussy, “why don’t you tell your teacher why you’re here right now.” Your panties were soaked in arousal. You didn’t even realize how turned on you were until he was touching you. “I was being rude.” You say looking at his cock rubbing against you until you see his cock replaced with his hand. He slaps your pussy. The moan/yell thing you released was euphoric to his ears. He tears the fishnets so that there’s a hole and then rips your panties fully off so you’re left in fishnets and restraints.

“Address me correctly.” You look at him with tears forming in your lash line. “I was being rude to you, sir.” You give in. Easier than you wanted to but there were more important matters. “Are you gonna be a good girl y/n? Or do I need to keep punishing you?” He says slipping two fingers into your pulsing hole. Letting out a moan of relief you admit, “I-I’m gonna be a good girl sir.” He chuckles as he moves lower to flick his tongue at your clit. You’re mewling at the contact. He was bringing you dangerously close to an orgasm, pumping his fingers at a fast pace and tongue slurping at your clit.

You feel yourself growing hotter and you get closer to your release but it all comes to a sudden stop. Aizawa pulled away and you didnt have any hands to pull him back. You whine like a brat pushing your hips up to signify you wanted his mouth again but he slaps your pussy again. “You’re gonna cum on my dick or not at all.” He says as he flips you onto your tummy. Face down, ass up, and hands tied he slides straight into your welcoming pussy and you could already feel his cock hit the gummy spot in your walls.

You feel so full that all you can do is whine and beg. “Please what pretty baby? Am I not fucking you good enough? You’re dripping all over my legs.” He coos teasingly. “You wanna cum for me?” “Yes sir” you answer immediately. “How long have you wanted this?” He asks pressing down on the arch of your back to make you arch even more. “Years sir. I -ha- wanted this for years.” “Aww cum for me then. Show me how bad you wanted this. You feel yourself release all over his cock as you scream into the couch cushion beneath you.

He unties your hands, flips you over, and places his and around your neck again and gently squeezes. “Doing so good for me. Been waiting -fuck- on this day. You want me to fill you up pretty girl?” You’re so fucked out all you can do is nod with your mouth agape as he plows into you. With a few final thrusts he releases into you.

He collapses on top of you for a few minutes before looking into your eyes. Neither of you know what to say or do so you just press your lips to his. He gladly moves his lips slowly with yours. Laying with each other and letting your lips do all the talking feels like heaven for both of you. Every regret and I’m sorry comes through with the passionate kisses your both sharing.

Time flies by and you find yourself passed out if your teachers bed. Everything can be resolved tomorrow, for now you’ll just stay snuggled up to your favorite teacher with a cunt full of cum and a smile on your face.

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎!: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎🖤

#꧂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈 #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #teacher x student #mha smut #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa sensei #bnha smut #my hero acedamia #boko no hero academia #anime #my hero academia #my hero smut #jjk smut #halloween smut #lolita #one piece #jujutsu kaisen #demon slayer #gintama #kinktober #happy halloween

[lilithliliam]

Aizawa Shouta x student/reader

(very fluffy💕no sexual content. Love/jealousy. Declaration of love. Forbidden relationship. Secret relationships. There is a mention of minors. voluntary relationship.)

For Aizawa, every day is worse than yesterday, he can't remember the last time he took a proper shower, let alone sleep, and then there's Nezu with a new exchange student. As if he doesn't have enough idiots of his own. He had long planned to dump a lot of work on Iida and Momo and take a quiet nap in his sleeping bag. But he couldn't, he had to meet you and introduce you to the class.

And no one said that while doing this you had to take off your sleeping bag.

You came to their class with a big smile and a soft voice like an angel descended from heaven. You were definitely lovely. With such an aristocratic appearance, full lips, charming eyes and a beautiful physique. Naturally, all the students were excited, not only did they transfer someone to them after the start of the school year, she was also so beautiful. Aizawa could have sworn that he had already seen Denki and Mineta's obscene thoughts. Even Bakugou, saying rudely "What, staring" turned to the window hiding his red cheeks and ears.

You weren't at all embarrassed by their attention, and Bakugou's words didn't hurt you. It seemed funny and saying the traditional words: "Nice to meet you and please take care of me" sat down in her seat with a final smile at the strange yellow teacher.

Your beauty is the true embodiment of femininity, grace and attractiveness. You were so beautiful that you could admire for hours. You are like a valuable gift from the gods from Olympus to insignificant mortals, so that they can see the true beauty, even from afar.

Even Aizawa, who is poorly versed in beauty, understood this, and after your dazzling smile in his direction, his heart froze in his chest and his breathing quickened. A treacherous blush appeared on his cheeks, which he immediately hurried to hide behind a scarf. Perhaps it was still worth getting out of the bag, he thought, and mentally slapped his forehead for such thoughts. Why would he suddenly be ashamed of the way he looks. He's never cared before, and then you show up and he's already blushing like a fifteen-year-old in the midst of puberty.

Aizawa even decided to pull himself together and continued the lesson as if nothing had happened. He almost forgot about the case when, after all the lessons, you approached him with a request for help, because you were very behind your classmates.

He should have refused you, but God, how could he? You are all so airy and sweet asking him for help with a sweet blush on your cheeks and, of course, his duty as a teacher and a more experienced senior to help and teach you everything. Anything you ask him to. He realized that his thoughts were leading him in the wrong direction and mentally hit himself on the forehead. What is he thinking? After all, Aizawa should have asked the director to transfer you to 1B, flashed through his mind.

Over the course of your training as a hero, Aizawa's condition didn't get any better. He even tried to distance himself and ignore your existence as much as possible, but as soon as he forgot for a second, he found you nearby helping him with the papers at his own request, or the two of you chatting about everything in his office. And when you said how tied up hair suits him, he caught himself on the fact that he began to tie his hair more often and shave for no reason. And it's not because he instinctively wants to impress you clearly?! Tts

Sometimes it seemed to him that perhaps it was written on his forehead that he so desperately wants a woman for himself and that you. How else to explain that Mick is constantly teasing him for this reason, and you look at him so slyly during the lessons?

Aizawa is not the type of person who falls in love so easily, and certainly not the type of person who falls in love with her students, and certainly not the type of person who would be jealous of her peers. This is how Shota would have described himself before meeting the lady. And is it his fault that you are so beautiful and sweet to him and is it his fault that his students pay you so much attention and openly flirt with you. And when he accidentally sees you and Todoroki-kun through the library window chatting cutely about something, he can't help but feel that suffocating feeling. He thinks right. That's the way it should be. You certainly need your peer, strong like you. Someone who can give you all the wonders of first love and relationships that Aizawa couldn't. He thinks like this when he walks down the corridor, he thinks like that when he opens the door to the library and he thinks like that when he calls you by name and asks you to go with him because there is something to be solved. He thinks so, he knows that this is right, but in his office, closing the door to the lock and turning to face you, he officially admits his defeat.

Your eyes are bottomless sea distances, in which there is no bottom. Therefore, everyone who falls into them perishes forever, having no chance of salvation. So Shoto died. He asks to give him a chance to show himself. He does not promise stars from heaven, but he promises to treat you as one of them and carry you in his arms.

If you agree, he will be very surprised, he probably thought that you would refuse. But believe me, he will be very happy. He will take care of you like a princess, protect and cherish, call you a kitten, give you forehead kisses and sometimes "adult kisses". Shota will not touch you until your graduation and you will definitely have to wait until it happens, but believe such a man is worth waiting for for all eternity💜

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x student reader #dadzawa #aizawa sensei #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #aizawa fanfiction

[kunoichi-yugure]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 (Gojo x reader)

Warning: explicit

Pairing: Gojo x female reader

Minors DNI 18+

Punishment, degradation, bruising, crying, dom x sub, teacher x student, choking, creampie, name calling, slight praise

(This is actually my first explicit writing so be easy on me 😅)

You and your sensei have a relationship that most would deem unacceptable. Your sensei, on the other hand, he says as long as you don't tell anyone, you’re his forever. Satoru typically requests that you stay after class. You wait until the bell rings and everyone has left. You walk anxiously until you’re in front of him in his chair. He runs his big hands up your skirt. Grabbing the back of your thighs in his hands and slowly running them up to your firm ass. He was such a tease sometimes.

"Sit in my lap," he demands, pulling you on top of his concealed dick. You whine as you start to grind your pussy on him. He pulls your skirt up, slipping a hand in your panties. "You're so wet for me, baby," he smirks. He shoves a finger into you. Making you moan instantly from the unexpected intrusion. Tightening around his digit. Gojo quickly puts his hand over your mouth as he shoves another finger into you. "I’m sorry, pretty girl, you've got to be quiet, and I've got to stretch you enough to take my dick." You feel your pussy throb around his thick fingers. You couldn’t help but start riding them.

Satoru chuckled at the sight of you being so good after being a tease in class today. Rolling your skirt up. Constantly bending over. Walking up to his desk and whispering how wet your pussy was. You deserved to be punished. His fingers start moving faster. Groaning when he feels you getting wetter. His dick throbbing now, listening to the sloppy sounds of his student's little pussy.

“I’m going to cum s-sensei,” you choked out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Satoru roughly removes his fingers from you.

“Nah, ah, lil girl, take your panties off and bend over my desk,” his voice was stern. You looked into his eyes. That's when you knew you were going to be punished. You quickly get off his lap taking your panties off and obediently bending over his desk.

You hear him standing up and rummaging through a drawer. You couldn't see him or possibly know what he was doing. “Ah, here it is!” You turn your head quickly to see what he has found. Satoru stands up and grins at you evilly. Walking towards you, you feel between your legs start to get hot. Your juices were already smeared all over you. He flips your skirt up grabbing a chunk of your ass. “It's a shame I have to punish you…” he begins. You start to understand what was in the drawer when he to runs that thick wood over my ass…..It was the paddle, he knows you can't take it for long. Snapping you out of your thought he continues, “If you weren't such a fuckin slut today we could've had fun.” His words are rough as he grits his teeth. He grabs a handful of your hair making you look at him. “How many do you think you deserve slut?” It was a trick question you knew not to attempt to say anything under his liking.

“T-twenty,” you whimper pathetically looking up at him with pleading eyes. He hums thinking while looking into your eyes. He lets your hair go walking behind you.

A loud slap could be heard throughout the room. You yelp pulling your legs together tightly. “Count them if you mess up you're going to suffocate on my dick.” *SMACK* *SMACK* “T-three,” you force out as you feel your ass burn from the paddle. *SMACK* *SMACK* At this point you can't hold back as tears run down your face as you begin trembling. *SMACK* “Why are we not counting anymore are you purposely disobeying?” he chuckles as he runs his fingers on your abused ass.

“NO, I'm sorry…f-fi no six,” you say defeated you knew you were really going to get beat now.

“Does my lil girl not know how to count anymore?” You tense up scared to answer him. *SMACK* *SMACK *SMACK* *SMACK*

You bite your lip hard sobbing on your teacher's desk. You knew even during your punishment you must be quiet. Your ass is now red and blue going down your thigh. He curses under his breath at the site of you sobbing leaving tears on his paperwork. He rubs your side comforting you. “It's ok doll we're done. 10 should be plenty right now,” he says while undoing his belt. He turns you over hovering over you as you try to wipe the tears off your face. “Shhhh its ok lil girl,” he gently kisses on your neck whispering praises in your ear.

He moans in your neck, taking his girthy dick out and giving it a few strokes. “Are you ready for me, Ms.L/N?” he pouts jokingly, teasing you for being such a crybaby.

“Y-yes Sensai,” you let out a long moan when he forces two fingers in you and uses your juices to lube up his dick.

“Fuck…” he mutters before positioning himself to your entrance.

Gojo doesn’t have control over himself anymore he’s been thinking about you all day. He woke up with his dick hard missing your gummy walls around him. Then coming to school having to hide his boner because of your teasing. Even teasing himself just so he can punish you for being a bad girl. This was the moment he has been waiting for.…

He plunges into you forcing you the take all of him at once. Your hands working by themselves push on his chest. But there was no stopping him. Your pussy was so wet but you still weren't wet enough to take his dick without trouble.

“Sensai, please slow down!” you beg as he quickly becomes even more unhinged. He grips your hips leaving bruises on them. Pulling your tight body up and down on him. Completely using you.

“You belong to ME,” Satoru spits out between thrusts. His eyes watch how your pussy wraps around him. How when he pulls it out your tight hole just pulls him back in. You couldn't take much more. He was so strong his thrust are so dangerous to you. He bottomed out not moving anymore. You felt his dick twitch in you. That's when you understood why he stopped, he was about to cum. You begin moving your hips whimpering as his dick touched your cervix every time you sink yourself back down.

“Ah- fuck baby stop you’re going to make me cum,” he says quickly pulling most of his dick out. He puts his hand on your stomach halting your movements. With just the tip left in you felt so empty. You squirm underneath him trying to move your hips again. He growls lowly shoving his Dick into you. He gets close to your face gripping your neck. “Didn't I tell you to stop?” As he thrust in you with an inhuman-like speed your whole body starts feelings hot as your legs shake uncontrollably.

This makes him reposition you pushing your thighs together and over his shoulders. You squeal as your sensei repeatedly punches into your stomach with his fat head. Your pussy is squeezing around him so tight, he swears, pulling his dick out and slamming back in.

“Oh sensei,” you cry out feeling your orgasm flow over. As your cum drips down his dick he feels himself reaching his high. Thrusting into you faster than before. He grips your neck tighter as his thrust becomes sloppy. “Be my good little student and take my cum,” he tells you looking down at you.

Oh, you looked pathetic under him. After a few more thrusts he starts cumming balls deep inside. You were unable to even object. His cum felt so warm inside you. Your injured ass and legs hurt so badly. He drops your legs and starts cleaning up. Your sensei cum was pouring out of you onto the floor. You felt like such a slut for your teacher.

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[delirious-donna]

Greedy, Jealous Man [Satoru Gojo]

an: oh @azurelyy, thank you for giving me this prompt for my event. I lost my mind writing this, and now think I am quite obsessed with this version of Gojo-sensei... I hope you like it ^^

prompt: the sin of Greed (with bonus points for some jealousy/envy - I love a challenge!)

pairing: Satoru Gojo (sensei) x female reader (student)

warnings: teacher/student dynamic, Gojo is 28, reader is 19, implied unprotected sex, groping, possessive traits, overstimulation, pussy fingering, cum play, marking, Gojo is a greedy greedy man!

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“Why you fucking with those boys?” he demanded of you.

Words were caught fast in your throat, nothing but garbled moans falling from your lips along with pathetic strings of runny saliva. One hand braced against the headboard, the thunderous rattle reverberated around your small dorm room, and the other reached for the insistent hand that was rubbing at your puffy, abused clit.

Celestial eyes crinkled as the snowy-haired male smirked down at you, his head cocked to the side as he batted you away with only a flick of his powerful wrist. He continued to slam his fat cock into your sopping hole at a near inhuman speed whilst playing with your adorably twitchy little clit.

“I asked a question, I expect you to answer like a good girl.”

“F-friends. They’re–fuck–just friends,” you managed to splutter out. 

Heat spread like molten lava across your chest, and sweat beaded over your tits as they bounced wildly from each and every rhythmical pound that Gojo delivered. The way he paused whilst balls deep, pelvis grinding against yours and ensuring your walls were moulded to his length was enough to make you gush anew. 

He was marking you as his, and you loved it.

“Friends,” he mocked, rearing back onto his knees and pulling you down the bed to keep you connected to his eager dick, “don’t think I haven’t seen the way they drool over you. They’d kill for a chance to be inside this sweet pussy.”

Your gaze lowered to your joining point, just in time to watch him pull from your clenching cunt, the red mushroom tip slick with your arousal and a ring of thick cream around his base, dripping towards the sheets. 

“Gojo-sensei.”

He groaned in his throat, and you admired the tendons in his neck straining under the tension. A blush coating his pectorals that rippled under your watch, abs contracting from the rigorous workout of fucking you so damn furiously and possessively. Gojo’s head tipped back to stare at the ceiling for a second before he smacked the head of his cock against your trembling clit hood and slid back in on an exalted sigh.

His large palms groped at you, kneading your dewy flesh and pulling decadent-sounding whines from your throat. That lazy, self-assured smile twisted into something sinister as he locked eyes with you, “this is all mine, understood? These lips, this throat, these perky tits and especially this.”

Satoru’s palm pressed against your cunt, rutting against his own hand as he felt your soaked folds, admired how your pussy sucked him deep and just how responsive you were to his touch.

“I don’t share,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

His pace turned sloppy, your walls clinging to him as you reached your peak with reverential chants of his name, all adding to his already monstrous ego. 

“That’s it, baby, milk me dry.”

As you float gently back down to earth from your mind-shattering orgasm, you had expected this to be the end of things, but oh no. Your greedy man isn’t quite finished with you yet.

Satoru pulls gingerly from your spasming walls, wiping his still rigid cock against your pussy lips before lowering his face between your parted thighs.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you asked on a strangled cry, the sensation of one of his thick fingers collecting your mingled release and pushing it back inside is enough to make you jerk around.

“Don’t wanna waste a drop, plus I can’t help but want more of this tasty pussy.”

The white-haired menace bit tenderly at the crease of your thigh as he continued to stuff his cum into your hole.

“Make sure you wear a skirt to class, I want to see my cum running down your thigh and maybe it’ll keep Itadori-kun and Fushiguro-kun from drooling all over my property.”

Satoru was a greedy, jealous man.

#delirious writes #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw teacher/student

[dreamilysporadicpervert]

S. Aizawa | Dorm Patrol

So this will be my first time posting one of these on here. It's more of an experiment than anything else, but I had an idea for a one-shot/fic and I figured I'd see if anyone would be interested before I invest actual time into it, you know?

TW: 18+, studentxteacher (implied afab), peeping, masturbation

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT

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He's wanted you since the first day of classes. Something about you draws him in like a moth to a flame. He's done his best to keep himself in check, but every night when he patrols the dorms, he checks in on you, slipping his head into your room.

If you're up, then he makes sure to check in on some of the others to make sure he doesn't arouse suspicion, but if you're asleep, he watches you sleep for a bit, admiring your features.

After his dorm patrol is over, he goes to his own room and locks the door, using his rolled up undershirt as a gag as he violently pumps his cock, not even waiting to get all the way out of his hero suit. He thinks of the way your lips move when you talk, how they would taste on his, how you've got just the right figure, how he wants to touch every inch of you with his rough hands.

Sometimes, if training is one on one and you volunteer to be used in his demonstration, he rubs one out during his lunch break, barely making it to his room before he loses his composure completely.

As teens are wont to do, you start experimenting on yourself, and hearing you pant and moan under your own ministrations has him hard instantly. His impulse tells him to burst through your door and ravage you the way you deserve until his cock is coated in your juices and your voice gives out from screaming his name, but he knows that he shouldn't, so he fights it with everything he has and opts to just listen.

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Please like this and/or tell me if you'd like to see it more detailed. I'm not quite prepared to do a lot of asks, but if you want, you can send me something to mull over for later.

#aizawa smut #aizawa shota #bnha au #aizawa #eraserdaddy #student x teacher #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa sensei #mha aizawa

[hopelessromwriter]

Best Teacher

Aizawa shota x student reader

Warnings: a little bit of angst, fluff

It was a typical school day, and Aizawa Shouta had just finished teaching his last class of the day. As he walked out of the classroom, he noticed a student who should have been in class walking in the opposite direction. The student's head was down, and she seemed to be in a hurry.

"Hey, (l/n)!" Aizawa called out to you. "What are you doing out here? You should be in class."

You stopped and turned around to face him. You looked up at him with big, sad eyes.

"I'm sorry, Aizawa-sensei," you said quietly. "I just needed to get some fresh air."

Aizawa's concern was immediate. He had noticed that you had been absent from class more frequently than usual, and your grades had been slipping. He wondered if there was something going on that was causing you to act this way.

"Is everything okay?" he asked you gently. "You've been absent quite a bit lately, and your grades are suffering. Is there something going on that I should know about?"

You hesitated, but something about the way Aizawa was looking at you made you feel like you could trust him.

"I...I've been having some problems at home," you admitted. "It's been hard to focus on school lately."

Aizawa nodded, understandingly. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I'll figure it out."

Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder, his expression softening. "I know it can be tough sometimes," he said. "But you don't have to go through it alone. If you ever need someone to talk to or if there's anything I can do to make things easier for you, please don't hesitate to come to me."

You looked up at him, eyes filling with tears. You had never had a teacher show such concern for your well-being before.

"Thank you, Aizawa-sensei," you said, your voice breaking a little. "I'll keep that in mind."

Aizawa smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that made him look kinder than ever.

"Just remember," he said. "You're not alone. And as your teacher, I'm always here to help you."

You nodded, feeling a sense of comfort that you hadn't felt in a long time. You turned and walked back towards the school building, feeling a little more hopeful than you had in a while.

Aizawa watched you go, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he had been able to help in some small way. As a teacher, he knew that his job was more than just teaching his students about the subject matter. It was also about making sure that they were okay and had the support they needed to succeed. And he was more than happy to do just that.

#bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #aizawa sensei #dadzawa #aizawa shouta #student reader #fluff #imagine #drabble #x reader

[deus-ex-mona]

omg happy 10th birthday to inokori sensei

#never forget v f l o w e r ‘s demo song + the fact that ymk illustrated the v3 design #the earliest song i remember being there for lmao (cheers to the og goat ✨d e s c e n t s u b s✨) #idk where i first heard haruki’s name from (never watched hatsukoi no ehon’s mv till honeypre) #but i’ve always called inokori sensei the ‘sensei and haruki song’ ever since i could remember #maybe the og subbing goat put haruki’s name in the eng sub vid’s description? i can’t rem bc it’s been too long agghhhhhhh #but i do remember that the ‘student x model’ thing was in kinyoubi’s eng sub description #which was exactly where my ‘midori was a model?????’ misunderstanding originated from lmao #to think that i didn’t realise that *sena* was the model till kawaiku naritai over 2 years later… #though! with inokori sensei reaching the double digits this year… #this means that it’ll have been 10 years since mdsn first appeared in kinyoubi no ohayou!!!!! #i’ll see y’all for the celebration in july~~~~~~

[javarium]

bae | [brainrot]

Imagine Gojo watching the wall go up in flames and realizing that someone’s attacking the school.

He leans back in his chair and grins. His students will be fine.

His students… he blinks under his mask. Bae will be fine, she’s tough.

And then it takes him another few seconds to come to another realization.

Oh, shit. Bae is in there. Bae is in danger.

It’s what gets him to his feet. And when that veil goes down, he’s unbelievably aggravated. But with a faux grin, he sends Utahime and gramps inside.

But the second they disappear, Gojo’s blindfold comes off. And the beautiful eyes that match the sky reveal just how much he’s pissed off.

He swears on every ounce of his name that if one hair on your head is so much as plucked, he’d Hollow Purple the entire mountain.

And when Gojo busts the veil open, he’s glad to see you’re unharmed.

But he’s still pissed. So he releases his anger on the creep with the apron, and most of it towards Hanami with the notorious Hollow Purple.

When he’s done, he warps to you and envelopes you in a big hug that’s going to turn into comfy, inescapable cuddles for later.

Gojo burrows his nose into your neck as his strong arms wrap around you.

It’s ticklish. Both that and his strong arms wrapped around your back to make your chest flush against his torso make you giggle like crazy.

“I’m okay, Gojo-sensei,” your sweet voice speaks into his ear, trying to calm him down. Because you, fucking somehow, know he’s riled up and mad.

“I know you are.” He tries to be cheeky in his tone, but irritation and concern still thunder through him. “Let me just hold my favorite student for a bit, yeah?”

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[ edited 12/20/23 | dividers belong to @/saradika-graphics ]

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[djholic]

So High School (what happens when classes are cancelled)

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[nanaosaki3940]

The Warmth Of A Cruel Beauty

Pairing: Satoru Gojo X OC, Megumi Fushiguro X OC, Yuta Okkotsu X OC.

Warning: Age-gap romance (no smut), long post, JJK manga spoiler.

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen. 

A/N: I know this is an xOC fic but you can read it as a self-insert if you like. And this is a small snippet of my JJK fanfic ‘Lovely & Deadly’ posted on Quotev and Wattpad. 

Part 2: His Rival  

Part 3: Gojo Sensei & Hokkaido

Nana Osaki was a cruel girl. She always had been one.

"I like Suguru-kun better than Satoru-kun."

Those were her first words when she met her mother's students for the first time at the age of four. Her mother, Akiko Osaki, was a special grade sorcerer and a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High. She was also the sensei of Satoru Gojo from the Gojo clan where she taught him the basics of Jujutsu sorcery when he was a little boy and because of her mother, Nana was familiar with the eccentric Satoru ever since she was a little baby. It wasn't like she despised the white-haired boy or anything, but she did find him a bit weird because of his over-the-top childish behavior.

Years ago when Nana's mother brought her to the Jujutsu High campus for the first time in order to introduce her to the new 1st year students, the little girl came face to face with two unfamiliar faces standing right beside the well-familiar Satoru; Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri. Shoko was very nice and sweet towards the little girl causing Nana to already like her but something about Suguru caught her attention the most.

Suguru was a much more kind and proper young man back then, especially compared to Satoru. He understood the importance of manners and carried himself with dignity as a jujutsu sorcerer, causing him to believe that Satoru had far too rude of an attitude in his opinion. But despite disagreeing from time to time, Suguru and Satoru were still best friends.

Already exhausted from having someone like Satoru in her life only at the age of four, Nana was very much delighted to meet someone like Suguru who radiated a sparkly aura of 'Prince Charming' by just flashing out a simple gentle smile at her, flattering the little girl's heart along the way. And this caused her to say such harsh words which broke Satoru's fragile, delicate heart a bit. But then again, at the same time, he didn't really care about what she actually felt about him back then.

Satoru had always been a cocky and arrogant individual ever since he was a little kid. To put it in simple words, he didn't care about anyone else but himself. Sure he loved his friends and his teachers and deeply cared about them at times as well, but in most cases, he thought of himself as this superior being to everyone around him, an untouchable and unbreakable God of a human. Arrogance and cockiness were the main reasons why Nana was always so skeptical of Satoru from the very beginning.

Besides, him not wanting to waste his time and energy on weakling non-sorcerers was also another reason Nana wasn't very fond of that white-haired boy. Sure he was breathtakingly beautiful when it came to his exterior looks with those sparkling icy-blue eyes and soft snow-white hair but unfortunately, he possessed a pretty shitty personality and Nana was someone who hated such people. She hated people who thought highly of themselves and Satoru was definitely in that category; a narcissistic prick.

Satoru always had this high and mighty persona around him while he possessed an unfiltered mouth and was always blatantly disrespectful towards the Jujutsu higher-ups. He was unsympathetic, cruel, and cold-blooded, especially towards his enemies, always carrying himself with pride and arrogance. Nana, who was still a little child back then, didn't favor such kind of attitude, causing her to dislike Satoru for this particular reason.

Not to mention he even had the audacity to call her such names like 'brat' or 'spoiled princess' from time to time which infuriated Nana to no extent. Nana wasn't a spoiled brat, she knew that very well. Despite being a little child and not having her mother around 24/7 to teach her proper etiquette and manners, Nana naturally developed a well-polished mannerism and a kind personality all on her own which she inherited from her dear late father.

In short, Nana and Satoru were on the opposite side of the spectrum and didn't go along quite well. And this could be seen as clear as daylight whenever Akiko asked the white-haired boy to babysit her daughter. There were times when he had to cancel his dates and random hookups just to watch over the little girl much to his own dismay. Although this didn't make him despise her completely, he still thought that he would rather go on dates and get laid than take care of a 'snotty-nosed' brat for hours (Nana isn't a snotty-nosed brat. It's just how Satoru views every child around him).

But all of these started to change when that certain incident happened; the Star-Plasma Vessel Assassination Mission.

After his battle with Toji Fushiguro where he lost his dear sensei Akiko and new best friend Riko Amanai, Satoru cut off all his contact with Nana for almost 2 years straight. He kept his distance from the little Osaki girl as far as possible because of the guilty that was eating him from the inside for not being able to protect her mother from dying in the hands of Toji. And shortly after when Suguru walked out of his life, he slowly started to realize his mistakes. Cutting off all ties with Suguru affected him greatly. Satoru was left horrified and panicked after learning that Suguru, his one and only best friend, had become a murderous curse user and when he attempted to reason with his friend, he eventually realized and accepted that he lost the one person he truly saw as an equal.

Soon after he lost Akiko and Suguru all at once from his life, Nana's maternal grandmother, Granny Osaki reached out to him for a 'small' favor.

“I heard you’re taking in Toji Zenin’s son and his stepdaughter? Aren’t you a bit too young for this?” the elder woman asked in a calming tone as she looked over at the young boy in his late teen with a curious look.

“Nah, I don’t think so...” Satoru replied nonchalantly and shrugged. “It’s nothing really. Besides, I also kinda feel responsible. After all, I was the one who killed the boy’s father.”

“What’s his name? Toji's son.” she asked.

“Megumi Fushiguro. He’s the same age as Nana-chan…” He replied.

The elder woman went silent for a moment as Satoru quietly sipped the tea that was offered to him.

“Satoru, I have an offer for you.” the woman spoke up and the white-haired boy looked up through his sunglasses. “Well, it’s more of a request than an offer if I am being completely honest with you… Also, I know a lot has happened in your life recently and all…”

“Let’s hear it.” Satoru replied, resting his arms on the kotatsu table.

The woman let out a heavy breath and looked straight into his eyes.

“I want you to take Nana under your supervision and make her a strong jujutsu sorcerer like her mother.” She stated.

Satoru’s icy-blue eyes went wide open as he stared at the woman in front of him in surprise.

“I’m asking you this only because Nana is Akiko’s daughter and Akiko was your teacher. If Akiko was still alive and didn’t pass away in that tragic accident last year, then I won’t have asked something like this to you. But now that both Akiko and her husband Yasu are dead, Nana’s literally an orphan. She has no one except me. Right now, I’m taking care of her, but I’m also getting old and as her maternal grandmother, I’m worried for Nana’s future.” She went on.

“You’re asking me to take in Nana-chan with those Fushiguro siblings? Granny, you know Megumi-kun’s father is the reason why Akiko sensei isn’t here with us anymore, right?” Satoru asked, still feeling quite shocked about this.

“Let the children remain unaware of this.” the woman replied.

Satoru remained silent as he furrowed his eyebrows at the elder woman and clenched his fists.

And it wasn't long before he took in Nana along with Megumi Fushiguro and Tsumiki Fushiguro. Satoru even started to change his attitude towards the kids, especially Nana, given how he acted around her years back. He became a bit more sympathetic and caring in general. For Nana, he wanted to change. It was his way of making up to her for her mother's death. He became more and more generous and considerate towards other people's feelings. And seeing this change in him made Nana slowly break down the ice wall they created between them.

As things started to change between those two for the betterment, Satoru noticed that Nana was someone who never fawned over him; never once in her lifetime. Irrespective of age and gender, Satoru was extremely popular among everyone around him. Girls loved him and boys wanted to be like him. But not Nana. She wasn't a part of his fan group. In his eyes, she was a whole different species, someone who was never afraid to call out his bullshits.

Nana never saw Satoru as a friend but rather as a mere acquaintance because she didn't want this eccentric man to get too involved in her regular life. In her eyes, he was an idiotic human being. But this attitude of her didn't last long when she started to learn Jujutsu sorcery under his supervision.

Black Beast: Rashomon was one of the cursed techniques Nana inherited from her late mother. It was summoned from within her body which transformed into an omnivorous, shadow-like black beast and could be switched between offense and defense to suit Nana's needs. Rashomon could take on a form of a shadow-like beast made up of what seemed to be dark matter, drawn from inter-dimensional or other similar sources. It could consume anything, even space itself, and once space was split, guns or fire couldn't hurt Nana.

In other words, Rashomon was a strong yet very dangerous cursed technique. But before she was able to use this technique properly to the full extent, Nana had to go through one hell of tough training to control the black beast within her body and Satoru was there for her the entire time. Days turned months and months turned years before she was able to master the technique.

Nana had always been a quick learner; attentive, determined, and stubborn. She didn't know how and when to give up. She was a strong girl, both physically, mentally, and emotionally, and was someone who always got her job done with all her might. A hard worker and a curious learner, Nana had this drive in her to improve herself and move forward which Satoru found quite intriguing about her.

Not just only that, Nana always carried herself with grace and dignity and prided herself on being both a strong girl and a capable sorcerer, which was why she didn't take too kindly to those who belittled her in both respects. She was a feminist who believed that now was the age of equal rights for men and women. She was always depicted as calm and composed, but when angered she was quite the force to contend with, often sadistic in her retaliation, just like her mother Akiko Osaki.

And Satoru respected the way she carried herself even as a six-year little child. 

Nana was so little back when she first stepped into his apartment; small yet confused and anxious at the same time. She was a bit shy around the Fushiguro siblings upon their first meeting but when Tsumiki welcomed her with a warm hug while Megumi acknowledged her presence with a mere head nod and soft eye contact, Nana began to warm up to them. So polite and affectionate towards her new friends and family members, but not towards Satoru though. It was cute, really. That ever pretty scowling face whenever she faced that white-haired man as if she was going to throw up on him, Satoru found her attitude towards him quite hilarious. 

But he couldn't blame her for this though. It wasn't like his attitude towards her was any better and likable during the earlier years of their relationship. But even so, he still hoped that one day Nana would turn out to be welcoming like Tsumiki and abandon her usual distant and 'always-seem-to-be-scowling-at-Gojo' persona which she then shared with Megumi. 

There were nights when Nana couldn't get a wink of sleep because of her nightmares, so Satoru always found himself staying up all night beside the little girl, comforting her with sweet words. After hearing small sniffles coming from her bedroom one night, Satoru would knock softly on her door before going in. He would see Nana cuddled up in a corner, her small body shaking from the cold yet she won't reach out for the blanket, only wrapping arms around herself and sitting there on the bed.  

“Nightmares?” he asked, his voice always so soft and gentle for her. 

"No." Nana would squeak out softly while frantically rubbing her tear-stained face with her long, thin shirt sleeves, then proceed to cover her face with them in embarrassment causing her to bury her face into her knees, pulling them close to her chest while Satoru would smile at her chubby red cheeks and pouting lips. 

And from then on, Satoru always made sure to stay with Nana every night until she fell asleep, no matter if he had an urgent business or not. He’d always kiss her forehead tenderly before leaving the apartment, a reassuring grip around her form while brushing his soft lips on her forehead before getting pushed away from the girl by a disgusted scowling Megumi. 

Satoru didn't even know himself when he started to feel this way; this strange feeling of wanting to protect her, love her, and care for her. Her sweet smile, her soft giggles, and her kind heart were something worth killing for. Nana always made him weak and fragile, something he never felt before. Years passed by and this feeling of adoration and protectiveness began to grow into something really strong and before he knew it, the damage was already done. 

Satoru Gojo fell in love with his former sensei's daughter Nana Osaki; no lust and sexual attraction, just pure love, and admiration. 

“She’s still a teenager, you know...” Shoko stated and Satoru tilted his head to look at her, feigning confusion. “I'm talking about Nana-chan, you dolt..." 

This made Satoru wonder if he was really that bad at hiding, or was Shoko just too perceptive. But he thought it was the latter option. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Satoru sang out, still deciding to act stupid. 

“She’s going to attend this school with Fushiguro next year..." Shoko pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "You’re going to be with her more frequently, so you can’t hide it for long.” 

Satoru watched the then-current four first-years (Maki, Yuta, Toge, and Panda) training in front of him as he tried picturing Nana in there like how she would look with the jujutsu student uniform or how she always seemed to stand out to him in a crowd. Satoru knew yet he still denied it. He knew he had to figure something out, had to figure himself out, but he didn’t know how to. He didn't know what to do. Satoru Gojo, the strongest, was clueless for the first time in his whole life. He wanted to embrace this feeling of happiness, excitement, and acceptance but reality and morality were restricting every part of his muscle fiber. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Satoru whispered out and Shoko snorted at him. 

"If Suguru was here he would've taken that chair and crashed it onto your head." Shoko chuckled, smirking at him. "Maybe I should just call the police." 

"You know it’s not that kind of attraction.” Satoru groaned out, rolling his eyes at her. "I'm sure I'm not a fucking sicko. I just love her, that's all..." 

He knew he couldn't just stop these feelings all of a sudden. There was no way in hell this warm feeling and emotion were leaving him so soon. 

“Let it happen, I guess.” Shoko sighed, taking a small puff from her cigarette as Satoru stared at her like a hopeless man. “But remember if you ever act on these feelings, there’s no turning back, Satoru." 

Such a cruel girl Nana Osaki was, for making him feel this way. 

“Aww, he’s so cute!” Akiko Osaki squealed out as she gushed over at the newborn baby boy sleeping peacefully in the arms of his mother. “What’s his name?”

“Megumi.” The mother replied with a smile before looking down at her sleeping son again.

Yasushi Takagi, Akiko’s husband, chuckled out in amusement as he walked over to the two women with his sleeping daughter in his arms before standing beside Toji Fushiguro, the father of the baby boy.

“Congratulations, Toji.” Yasu smiled causing Toji to return the gesture.

“Thanks, Yasu.” Toji replied before looking down at the baby girl in Yasu’s arms. “She looks just like you, Akiko. I bet she’ll grow up into a fine young lady one day.”

“Is that your way of saying that I’m beautiful? I always knew you had a crush on me back in the days, Toji.” Akiko smirked at the man smugly.

“I never had a crush on you, you crazy woman.” Toji deadpanned, causing everyone to chuckle out in response before Akiko took her sleeping daughter from her husband’s arms and faced Megumi and his mother.

“Nana-chan, this is Megumi-kun. And Megumi-kun, this is Nana-chan. You kids will become friends and classmates one day, you know.” Akiko gleefully introduced the babies together and Megumi’s mother softly giggled in response.

And just then, both the babies slowly fluttered their eyes open and soon locked their gazes with each other, as if they were diving into each other’s minds and souls. At that moment something happened that the parents didn’t even realize themselves, and neither did the babies. It was inevitable. There was no escaping. The fate was already been sealed at that moment.

Nana Osaki and Megumi Fushiguro were destined to be together forever. 

~~~~~

Ever since he met her for the first time, Megumi always thought Nana was really pretty. No, not pretty. To him, beautiful would be more appropriate to describe both her exterior looks and her personality. She was beautiful in many and in all ways to him. Megumi could still vividly remember the day he met Nana for the first time.

She was this 6-year-old little girl, the same age as him, who stood shy and timidly in front of him and his sister at the doorstep of Satoru's apartment. The white-haired Gojo boy gently pushed the girl forward to introduce herself to the Fushiguro siblings and when she finally spoke up in a soft tone, introducing herself as Nana Osaki, Megumi gave her a curious look; so she's from the Osaki clan.

Tsumiki was the first one to break the ice as she happily skipped over and pulled Nana into a warm bear hug. The little girl at first flinched a bit because of the sudden skin contact before immediately relaxing into the older girl's arms upon realizing how welcoming the sister was while Megumi on the other hand didn't say too much as he simply greeted her with a small 'hello' and a head nod as it was his way of welcoming her and recognizing her presence.

Satoru then spoke up again and blabbered out something nonsense like he always did, something Megumi couldn't recall what it was, and in response, the little boy simply rolled his eyes at the older one. What caught his attention was Nana's response because much to his own surprise he noticed Nana rolling her eyes as well and muttered out a small 'stupid Satoru-kun' towards the older eccentric boy. Little Megumi was over the moon upon hearing those words and when he privately asked the girl about her opinion on Satoru to which she replied that she found the Gojo boy really annoying, Megumi felt like he was in heaven at that moment.

Finally, Megumi Fushiguro found his soulmate.

And from that day onward Megumi and Nana bonded over their mutual distaste toward Satoru much to the white-haired boy's dismay. In Megumi's eyes, Nana looked pretty when she smiled, but she looked prettier still when she frowned. That’s what made her special, he always thought, because she could make even a frown look as pretty as a smile. Maybe it was that she was always frowning a little whenever Satoru was around, and maybe it was because Megumi liked her as a friend and companion, but her frown was just so pretty to the little boy.

"A parent-teacher meeting?" Satoru asked when he and the three kids were having dinner together one evening.

"Yes." Megumi replied while Nana nodded her head at him.

"And you want me to go?~" Satoru cooed with a big shit-eating smirk forming on his lips.

"No." Nana immediately replied back curtly, frowning at the older man in disgust.

“What?! Why?!" the white-haired man gasped out in shock. "Am I not your guardian?!"

"You're insufferable. We don't want you." Nana scoffed in response.

"But, I am a great guardian, Nana-chan!”

"No, you're not. First, you are a dick. And second, you annoy everyone all the time.”

“Because it's fun!”

“Just for you. But anyway, don’t show up. Megumi and I already planned on asking Shoko-chan and Nanami-san about this.”

“But!-”

“Satoru-kun, I said no!”

“You’re horrible! Why do I love you again?”

"I didn't ask you to love me."

“See?! You're horrible, Nana-chan!”

As Nana and Satoru continued to bicker back and forth at the dinner table with Tsumiki trying to calm them down, Megumi on the other hand silently watched the interaction with a tender look in his eyes.

Nana was definitely his soulmate. No doubt about it.

Years passed by and those two grew even closer than ever. While outwardly stoic and calculating, Megumi always wished to help protect people he saw as good or kind. He believed that the world was unfair and that a sorcerer was a tool to ensure kind people were given more chances to live. Claiming it to be his selfish and irrational desire, he never saw himself as a hero for doing this. And that's why he always looked up to Nana and admired her who had a totally different personality from his.

Nana was a very hardworking girl and was sometimes too selfless for her own good when it came to the safety of others, regardless of gender because she couldn't stand 'doing nothing' when somebody was in danger. She was very empathetic towards everyone around her and didn't like it when people discouraged others who were genuinely working hard. She was fierce, bold, determined, and put her whole heart into whatever she did, often making other people try to work hard just by watching her.

Nana never strayed from her path and let other people get to her. She might look like a tough girl, but she had a kind heart and was a devoted friend. She was also a very calm, collected, smart, and logical person. She inherited superior intelligence from her parents and could easily read any situation by glancing at it once.

Even though Nana was extremely demanding, stubborn, and aggressive at times, she was widely respected by everyone around her for her exceptional academic and athletic skills and her accomplishments as a young promising sorcerer. Like her parents, she was a very perceptive person, and her insight into the motivations behind other people's actions and behaviors was very keen where she could tell how they were feeling just by simply observing them. Sometimes, she would be blunt in her communication, seeing no point in being less than completely honest.

And because of her tough yet interesting personality, Megumi was really intrigued by her. Unlike Tsumiki, Nana never needed anyone to scare off her bullies. She could handle everything on her own and was capable enough to take her of herself without any issue. Megumi always thought of Nana as this really cool person and this admiration of his molded into a deep respect for her.

Even as a little kid, Megumi was quite observant among his group; a common personality trait that he shared with Nana. And because of his observing skills, he once noticed a peculiar habit of the Osaki girl when they were only 8 years old. He often noticed that for some reason the books on her study table or the clothes in her closet were kept in a disorderly manner and even when Tsumiki would rearrange them back in an orderly manner for her, the table and the closet somehow always went back to their former messy state again. And because of that Megumi decided to confront Nana about this peculiar behavior of hers.

She wasn't like this before. Then why now? What happened?

"What are you doing?" Megumi asked Nana in a soft tone as he walked up to her.

It was snowing outside and Nana was already outside on the lawn, walking around and leaving footprints in the snow. She looked super intent while doing it, just round and round, completely dead silent. Megumi wondered what was that about.

"O-Oh, Megumi." Nana squeaked out in surprise because of his sudden presence before looking away from him with blushing cheeks in embarrassment. "I-It's nothing really... Just making footprints in the snow..."

"I see." Megumi hummed, slowly nodding his head, his dark eyes boring into her form.

After that silence fell between the two of them once again as Nana looked down at the ground and began to lightly shuffle the snow with her right foot while Megumi intently stared at her face, thinking of what to say next.

"Um, Nana..." he spoke up again and Nana looked up to catch his gaze. "Do orderly things bother you?"

And this took Nana completely off guard.

"Stuff like undisturbed snow or tidy desk and closet. Is it 'perfection' that you hate?" Megumi went on, his gaze softening a bit while Nana stared at him with wide eyes in surprise.

After a moment of silence, Nana finally decided to speak up again.

"Kind of yeah... I guess..." she replied, glancing down at the ground with a pained look on her face, clenching her hands on her coat in small fists. "Because it scares me. 'Be perfect. Always. Have a perfect personality and perfect grades. Become a powerful sorcerer like your mother. Otherwise, you can't beat the other kids of our Osaki clan.'; that's what Grandma keeps telling me ever since my Mom passed away and it's been like this for almost 3 years now. This makes me really nervous sometimes. If I have even the tiniest flaw, I feel like Grandma would be angry at me. It feels like she is telling me to stand still on a thin, thin tightrope. It sometimes intimidates me. I feel suffocated because of the pressure that I have on me. I can't stand it sometimes. I'm trying my best to meet her expectations anyway but I feel like it's burdening me as the days go by..."

And hearing those words, Megumi's heart ached in pain and agony for her. Carefully he reached out and gently rested his hand on top of her head, ruffling her raven locks a bit.

"But to me, it seems like you're working really hard though..." he stated before his lips curled up into a small smile. "You're working really hard to be the Nana you are now and I'm glad you're here. You're doing good. Keep it up."

"Really?" she asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, her cheeks turning pink in color.

"Hmm." Megumi nodded his head in response as he reached out and grabbed Nana's hand before pulling her to the other side of the lawn. "Come on now. The snow is piling up again. Let's make footprints in it together."

"Megumi, promise me we'll make footprints like this every year from now on..." she muttered out in a shy tone, causing Megumi to glance back at her once again with an affectionate look in his dark eyes.

"It's a promise, Nana..."

And Megumi did keep his promise till this very day. He was so devoted to her that he would do anything to keep her protected. It was once proven when they were 9 years old.

When they were both training on how to use their cursed techniques at the beginning of their learning days, they were once being attacked by a gigantic cursed spirit one evening. The cursed spirit was a special grade that appeared from an abandoned building nearby their hidden training ground. Nana tried to launch an attack on the spirit using her Rashomon but wasn't fast enough to do it resulting in her getting hit first before she flew back and crashed down on the ground.

Megumi using his Diving Dogs quickly launched an attack on the spirit before he pulled out a sword which was a cursed tool to strike another attack on the spirit. Although it looked like Megumi was able to overpower the curse which wasn't the case as the spirit began to regenerate back its limbs again before it suddenly reached out and grabbed Megumi by the throat. The little boy struggled to break free from the spirit as his breathing became more ragged and shaky.

"Megumi!" Nana screamed out in fear with blood oozing out from the side of her head, trickling down her forehead as she struggled to get up from the ground.

"N-Nana! Run!" Megumi screamed back, wiggling his little body to break from the curse's death grip. "Just run and save yourself!"

"No, I can't leave you behind, Megumi!" Nana shouted back, coughing out some blood as she tried to ignite her palms with her blue Hellflames. "Fight! Must fight back! I need to fight back!"

If you win, you live... If you lose, you die...

If you don't fight, you can't win!

Hellflame Cremation was a flame-cursed technique, something which Nana just began learning a few months ago. Her flames weren't still strong enough to kill a special grade curse, but she had to try it out in order to save Megumi's life. And she did it. Pushing her own limits, she finally used her hellish blue flames on the cursed spirit, incinerating it to ashes in a mere of seconds.

"Thank you for saving me, Nana." Megumi coughed out as Nana helped him to stand up from the ground.

"No. I should be the one thanking you, Megumi!" Nana responded back, holding his hands dearly into hers. "You're the one who fought the cursed spirit the entire time! I just happened to kill it off at the last second."

"But why did you stay behind? Didn't I tell you to run?"

"I just felt the urge to protect you at all cost. You're my best friend, Megumi. I couldn't just leave you behind."

Softening his gaze on her, a small smile appeared on Megumi's face upon hearing her response as he helped her to clean up the blood on her forehead. Noticing that it was already too late in the evening and the weather was getting colder with the passage of time, the little boy took his red scarf off his shoulder and gently wrapped it around Nana's neck.

"Megumi?" the little girl mumbled out in confusion.

"It's warm, right?" Megumi asked in a quiet yet tender tone before grabbing her by the hand and intertwining their fingers, his cheeks becoming all warm and red. "It's getting cold now. Let's go back home."

"B-But, it's your scarf! And you might catch a cold, Megumi!" Nana protested, her face warming up as well.

"Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself for once." Megumi replied back, tightening his grip on Nana's hand. "Just remember, Nana... I'll wrap that scarf around you as many times as you want. Now and forever, as much as you want..." 

Nana's hands were warm. Very warm. Not the type of warmth that might make you sweaty and uncomfortable. But the type of warmth that might flatter your heart and make you soar up high in the sky.

After joining Tokyo Jujutsu High as a first-year student, Yuta Okkotsu got the chance to meet with Nana Osaki and Megumi Fushiguro through his then-new sensei Satoru Gojo and his other three classmates, Maki, Toge, and Panda. To this day, Yuta clearly remembered the day he met Nana and Megumi for the first time. They were a year younger than him, meaning they were in their senior year in middle school, and being his kouhai, those two showed him nothing but utter respect. They were so welcoming and respectful towards him, Yuta never felt this much loved before.

And if he had to choose his favorite kouhai between those two, he would undoubtedly choose Nana, his soon-to-be underclassmen, over anyone else. No hate towards Megumi though. Yuta was just so smitten by Nana's kindness and beauty that he couldn't help it.

"Senpai..."

Yuta looked up and his dark ocean blue eyes met her brownish-amber ones. His eyes widened a bit and his breath hitched at the sight of them. He'd seen these mesmerizing eyes so many times before, but they still somehow managed to take his breath away like always. So pretty, so lovely. And her long silky raven locks, let's not even talk about it. She looked like one of those princesses in the picture books he used to read as a little kid. His dark ocean blue eyes simply stared at her in awe.

"What are you doing here all alone, senpai?" Nana spoke up again, taking a seat on the swing beside him at the neighborhood park. "Maki-san and the others were looking for you earlier..."

Ever since the Rika incident, Yuta always tried to keep his distance from everyone else around him. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him. He wouldn't allow it. He would rather kill himself than get others hurt because of Rika's curse that always followed him around. Yuta was a very timid and lonely boy who was bullied a lot while growing up. Due to Rika haunting much of his early life, Yuta was unable to connect with other people and had lost all confidence in himself. Because of this, he couldn't even make any friends.

This made it difficult for Yuta to interact with others, as they often scared him without meaning to, or he was just too shy to speak to them. It wasn't like he didn't want friends. He just couldn't seem to make any no matter how hard he tried. He was too timid to talk to people so he ended up being called weird because of it. It wasn't exactly like people often approached him to talk either.

"Just wanna be left alone for a while... That's all..." Yuta responded back with a tired smile.

"Do you want me to leave?" Nana asked, ready to get up before Yuta shook his head in response.

"No, it's okay. Stay with me for a while..." he replied, causing Nana to flash a gentle smile at him.

Her smile, ah, so dazzling, so beautiful. Maybe it was just his imagination but everything seemed so much more brighter and colorful all of a sudden. Had the sky always been this blue? Yuta wondered if Nana was some magical being sent from the heavens. His dark blue eyes watched her still sitting on the swing beside him with her eyes fixated on the sky over them. He didn't know why but he didn't feel sad anymore. Not even a little bit.

As a comfortable silence fell between the two, Yuta couldn't help but sneak glances at her from time to time. His dark blue eyes traced her features carefully. From the natural light pink blush coloring the apple of her cheeks to her brownish-amber eyes that captured an entire night sky, she was absolutely stunning, ethereal even, in his eyes. She was definitely the prettiest girl he had ever met and she was so nice to him too. Yuta wondered how someone like her existed in this world.

"Are you okay, senpai? You looked kind of sad..." Nana asked and Yuta stiffened slightly like he had been caught sneaking a cookie out of the cookie jar.

"O-Oh...I was just thinking..." Yuta replied nervously.

"About what?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "You can share your problems with me if you want. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Nana was concerned for him; this mere thought made his heart flutter as a dopey grin spread across his face.

"Just thinking about... you know my problems..." he trailed off and Nana hummed in reply.

"Rika, huh? Well, Satoru and the others are here and I'm sure they will figure out something to help you." Nana stated in a soft yet careful tone, trying to ease his pain and burden with her words. "Just be yourself, Yuta senpai. Everyone here loves you dearly. You deserve to live, so don't let anyone tell you otherwise, alright?"

And she finished her sentence with a bright smile gracing her striking features. That day Yuta came to a realization; Nana Osaki was literally a Goddess in a human form.

It was one of those times when Satoru would come up with something idiotic for his students and it wasn't any exception this time around.

"Let's have a sleepover together!" was all he said.

And because of that, Nana, Megumi, Maki, Toge, Panda, and Yuta all gathered around in one of the dorm rooms of Jujutsu High campus for their sleepover. After dinner and a few rounds of some card or board games, when they all decided to drop themselves on their respective futons and call it a day, Yuta found himself at the corner of the room, furthest from everyone else. Lying there all by himself out in the cold, Yuta thought that it was the best for everyone else. At least no one would get hurt because of him and Rika.

"Senpai?"

Yuta immediately jumped up from his futon in fear and surprise before looking over to see Nana crouching down beside him with a concerned look in her eyes.

"N-Nana-chan...?" he stuttered out in a whispered tone.

"Why are you sleeping here all by yourself?" she whispered back.

The whole room was drop-dead silent and the only little sound that could be heard from time to time was Toge and Panda's light snorings. It was a full moon night where the sliver shimmering light of the celestial body illuminated the entire room enough for them to see each other's faces. In Yuta's eyes, Nana looked so angelic at that moment, he was literally having a hard time finding the perfect word to describe her beauty.

"I-I don't wanna cause any problem, Nana-chan..." Yuta trailed off in a shy tone.

"Problem? You're not a problem, senpai. Besides, aren't you cold out here all by yourself? You'll freeze yourself to death, you know."

"B-But!-"

"No buts, senpai. Now come on. Sleep beside me and Megumi."

Yuta knew Nana was a stubborn girl and he couldn't win against her, so he obliged. Shifting his futon beside her and Megumi, the Okkotsu boy carefully laid down on his back, facing up at the wooden ceiling. His heart was pounding like crazy just by the mere thought that Nana was lying right beside him. It made him feel all giddy inside like a boy in middle school falling in love for the first time. And just then all his thoughts came to a stop when he felt like something soft just reached out and held his hands under his blanket. They were Nana's hands. Yuta immediately looked over at her with wide eyes in surprise and confusion while Nana smiled softly at him in response.

"You're hands are ice-cold, senpai. Let me warm them up with the heat of my blue flames. Don't worry. I won't burn you, I promise." she explained before she started to use her cursed technique on him. "And you know, senpai... This isn't just your own burden. It's ours as well. You're one of us now, so let's share our problems and burdens with one another, okay? You're not alone anymore..."

Yuta didn't pull his hands away. It felt nice. It felt right. He felt safe as if all his burdens were lifted off his shoulders. He felt free. Intertwining their fingers, as Nana continued to warm his hands up with the heat of her flames, Yuta decided that from now on, he would want to get warmed up by only Nana, no one else.

To him, Nana was the warmest of them all.

"So, what do you think of Jujutsu Tech, senpai?" Nana whispered out, pulling Yuta out of his thoughts again.

"I-It's nice... Everyone is really nice to me. I'm learning a lot about curses too..." Yuta replied sheepishly, his cheeks turning pink in color.

It was all true. Everyone was nice to him. They all treated him far better than his old classmates. Yet, Yuta still didn't feel like he belonged. He felt like an outsider but he knew that was just his insecurities talking. Still, he wondered if he had the right to call his classmates 'friends' or not. He didn't want to be a bother or come off as clingy.

"That's good to hear. I was worried you would have trouble adjusting especially with how haphazardly you were introduced to the Jujutsu world." Nana sighed in relief, causing Yuta to blink at her in shock while his heart skipped a beat.

"You were worried about me?" he asked dumbly.

"Of course, silly. Why won't I be?" she giggled out, her laughter sounded like a summer wind chime.

Yuta's heart fluttered at the sound of her giggle. Her laughter was like music to his ears. He could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks already. He was pretty sure his face was as red as a tomato. Maybe even redder. Leaning in, he could smell a mixture of coffee, chocolate, strawberries, and old books coming from her. And he liked it. The smell was so her, it literally screamed Nana Osaki. But he was really happy though. At least he knew there was someone out there who cared about him, worried about him and he was glad that it was Nana all along.

"Thank you, Nana-chan... For spreading your warmth within me..." 

To read the whole fanfic, check it out on Quotev and Wattpad - 

On Quotev - https://www.quotev.com/story/14002073/Lovely-Deadly-Jujutsu-Kaisen

On Wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/story/281634331-lovely-deadly-jujutsu-kaisen

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#sahara sensei to toki kun #sahatoki #sahara-sensei & toki-kun #boys' love #boys' love manga #shounen ai #teacher x student #shoujo manga #manga panel #manga cap