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a-hermit-pining · 2 days

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Geto as a House Husband

Genre: Fluff Pairing: House husband Geto x Reader AN: I love him. He's so damn pretty. Who should I write next?

Have you seen him? He is mother material. Born to cook forced to slay. Let's say in a different world, you whisk this beautiful man into the domestic bliss of marriage.

Massive cottage core vibes with this one. He is very taken by the idea of not being regarded as a killing machine. Immediately busies himself with the task of decorating your shared home.

Just take this man away. Elope to mountains and save him (hermit begs you).

Wedding planning is another demon. He debates every single decision. Asking you about your preference between white gardenias or white peonies. (You love him and he is too sweet for you to say out loud that you for the end of the world cannot distinguish the flowers)

He creates elaborate flowcharts to compare the pros and cons of different cake flavors, or insists on stress-testing the honeymoon resort's structural integrity with a cursed technique (much to the staff's bewilderment).

Let's not even get into Gojo's best man speech. No one really recovered from that.

DIY projects are his shit. Renovating a raggedy old dresser into a vintage masterpiece is where his magic lies. Let this man cook.

Your home with him is a a whimsical blend of vintage finds and hand-stitched throw pillows adorned with subtle wards against lingering curses. Even the strategically placed spider plants weren't just decorative – they doubled as a natural barrier against negative energy (a discovery that both surprised and amused you).

His transition into a normal 'monkey' life was endearingly awkward, like the time he spent hours meticulously decoupaging a floral pattern onto a chair, muttering about the inefficiency of glue compared to a simple binding spell.

And the day Suguru is introduced to the world of crocheting, your world flips on its axis. The pure look of joy on his face unravels the seams of your heart as he presents you with the mood changing octopus on your birthday.

Weekends with him are craft days. With a classic rom-com in the background as he sits next to you, his hands busy in the dance of needles and yarn. Better even your fingers run through his hair, braiding his hair only to wake up to your husband with perfect mermaid waves next day.

You both are the kind of sickly sweet couple that cause Shoko to gag in cringe during holiday gatherings.

Your husband glows with the simplicity of life. His hands busy themselves with crafts, chores, gardening, never a moment of rest even in the hull of domesticity.

He is your Disney princess that rushes out to refill the bird feeder with the first rays of Sun, hums pleasantly at the sight of a perfectly baked batch of cookies, or paints the most delightful sceneries on your ceilings.

Geto Suguru was made to create. He loves the fresh scent of sheets, experimenting with new flavors of tea, or going down the path of BookTok with Faerie romances much to your astonishment.

It isn't long before, you both end up adopting teeny tiny twins from the local orphanage. Suguru's darling girls he spends his life nurturing.

He took to fatherhood with the same surprising zeal he brought to everything else. His days were filled with braiding tiny pigtails, reading bedtime stories with dramatic voice inflections (complete with a surprisingly convincing rendition of a grumpy troll), and building elaborate pillow forts that rivaled any jujutsu barrier.

And on nights when dreams of a different reality kept him away, you held his hand in yours. Calling your girls for a family sleepover in the living room. That was all it took to whisk the sadness away from your beloved's eyes.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #househusband au #fluff man

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a-hermit-pining · 2 days

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Sukuna as a House Husband

Genre: Fluff Pairing: House husband Sukuna x Reader AN: Might be OOC but humor me people. Coming up Geto as househusband 🥰

First few months of Sukuna's career as a househusband are nothing less than accidents that involved smoke alarms and questionable fire extinguisher techniques. The transition from malevolent kitchen to a less lethal one takes quite a minute.

From handing you Lunchables to becoming pinterest core this man takes quite a journey.

Everyday chores that start with ill concealed annoyance and were in the past pointedly pushed on to you are taken over the minute he notices the residues of shared lunch from another in your lunchbox.

How dare you accept someone else's food? The entire evening, Sukuna glared at the takeout pizza with enough intensity to melt the cheese. You swear the pepperoni visibly cowered under his icy gaze.

And the revelation that some random Joe- Shmoe, a pathetic nameless mortal, had lent you his lunch is enough incentive for this man get in action.

This old man has lived his share of luxury as the king of curses. So, the minute he decides to flex his culinary skills your lunches take an immediate promotion.

The obsolete cooking technique no one can replicate...? You bet he's pulling that.

Puts Uraume on the speed dial as the trials of kitchen begin for him. This time, though much to both their disappointment limited to animal meat.

Does not take long before both become grocery shopping buddies for life. Sukuna scowling at unfamiliar vegetables while Uraume patiently explains the difference between shallots and scallions to his Lord.

Weekends take a turn for the… interesting as you become their resident TikTok handler, phone propped precariously on the counter while they attempt to recreate the latest viral trends. Fruit Roll ice cream remains mind blowingly top tier in your household. Getting a reaction even from Uraume.

Sukuna preens under the praise at office potlucks, basking in the envious stares directed at your lunchbox. Every "wow" and "that looks amazing" fuels his ego.

But the real win? Insanely proud when he sees you take pictures of the lunches he makes and even more so when you show him the stories you post on the internet (save his old soul).

Deep into his retirement phase of immortality, Sukuna discovers the joy of aesthetic. This man takes one look at dark academia, gothic Victorian mood boards and not your living room looks like a lair worthy of a final boss villain (which, to be fair, it kind of already was)..

Super into thrifting or picking a random haunted piece of furniture to add character to your living space as he insists, despite your very real concerns about the wailing coming from the armchair at 3 am.

Still a baddie tho. Will get into fights with loud neighbors or bachelor pad finance bros when their trash isn't sorted properly. And it, unfortunately is your responsibility to drag this man back home.

Cleaning is where he draws the line. You will not spot Sukuna with a duster. Ever. So, hiring a cleaning service seemed like a brilliant solution. Except, Sukuna couldn't resist micromanaging their every move. The poor cleaning staff — a battle-hardened group of professionals — withered under his endless critiques on porcelain dusting techniques. Needless to say, generous tips were the only reason they continued to show up.

The King of Curses, a being who once feasted in halls of obsidian and dined on delicacies fit for gods. Yet, the peace and ownership of your little townhouse is sweeter than any other possession of past. His dirty little heart is endeared to his home with you.

#jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #fluff #househusband au #ryomen sukuna

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a-hermit-pining · 4 months

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Argument with Nanami Kento

Genre: angst

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Summary: There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

AN: @kazenomegaminowanpisu I hope you like this :)))

You despise tears. Specifically, your tears. Even now the source of your tears is much less of an annoyance that their very presence. You never allow anyone to see them. Your tears are yours.

They are your burden, your weakness of bear. Kento was right as always and you knew it. You knew it all along.

There had always been an ever-present argument in your relationship with him. The argument of his time. In addition to being your boyfriend, Kento is also a sorcerer and an office worker.

There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

You wanted those pieces so badly. You wanted them for yourself, just like you gave him everything.

Initially, it had been easier to mask your displeasure with smiles, supporting Kento with messages of understanding at a canceled plan. But every passing day wore you down.

Awkward stares at an empty dinner table in the restaurant or sympathetic smiles as you walked out of a packed theatre alone. Even the sight of your own reflection as you took off the makeup after another canceled date mocked you.

Every failed meeting jeered at you. Were you the fool? Did he not want you like you wanted him?

It did not take long for your frustrations to boil into minor arguments, which later morphed into bigger ones. Arguments where both you and him tore apart every weakness, where you did everything you could to hurt him the way he hurt you.

"Does this ever matter to you, Kento?" you slam open the door to your apartment and rip off the heels that left blisters on your feet. "All you had to do was show up to this one reunion." Filling a cup with water, you turn back to him, "One evening where all my friends, my past schoolmates wanted to meet you. You couldn't do it." Gulping down the water, you close your eyes, trying to calm your temper.

You watch Kento sigh as he loosens his tie. "I tried, but something came up. I made it to greet them, didn't I?" His voice remains devoid of any emotion, which seems to flare your anger even further.

"Yeah? Should I thank you for showing up when everyone was leaving the venue?" Your mind wanders to the mocking stares of all your friends. A relationship that had once been the point of envy for all was now nothing more than a jest. The unfairness of it all tugged at your heart.

The man in question, Kento, does not even care to confront your anger. Instead, your boyfriend of half a decade plops himself on the couch. "I got caught up with a last-minute call. Couldn't make it." His words are the same old, repeating excuse that is presented to you for every grievance.

Marching toward the couch, you cross your arms, frustration bubbling within you as you confront Kento. His attention seems to be captivated by everything in the room except for you. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of your emotions pressing against your chest.

"You could have called, texted, or anything to let me know. I wouldn't have forced my friends to wait for you! Kento, do I matter even a little to you?" Your voice wavers slightly as you muster the strength to hold back your tears. You refuse to let your vulnerability show, at least not yet.

He sighs, barely bothering to look at you. It feels as though even acknowledging your presence is a task too arduous for him. The silence hangs in the air, and you can hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a stark contrast to the emotional turbulence within the room.

The distance between you feels insurmountable, and a wave of frustration washes over you. You expected more, something, anything that would indicate he cared about the impact of his actions on you. The lack of a response intensifies the ache in your chest.

"My duty will always fall above you. Saving hundreds will always come before you," his words hang in the air, a heavy proclamation that offers no solace. Instead, it pushes you deeper into the abyss of your own perceived insignificance to him. The weight of those words feels like a cold shiver running down your spine.

"We've talked of this multiple times, and it seems to me you are incapable of understanding me. Everything seems to be about you. Did you even bother to ask about my day? If I was hurt in the sudden emergency?" The edge in his voice cuts through you, each accusation slicing deeper than the last. His words cause your steps to falter. Is this truly how he sees you? A self-centered partner?

But Kento doesn't stop there. For the first time, his words flow without an end in sight. "I am tired of consoling your little tantrums. And if adjusting to my life is so hard for you, then maybe I am not what you need. Fin-"

You can't bear to hear the rest. The words feel like a dagger, and you refuse to let him plunge it any deeper. Gathering the broken pieces of your heart, you rush into the emptiness of your room—the same room you once shared with him.

Alone in the silence, it's easier to let the tears fall down your cheeks. Holding them back had been harder than ever, especially when the person you thought would always stand by you seemed ready to let you go so effortlessly.

How effortlessly he had offered to give up on everything you had wanted to fight for. Was this truly what he desired? Freedom from you? An escape from the constraints of your expectations? The questions echo in your mind, and the ache in your chest deepens as you grapple with the possibility that the person you loved may not be willing to fight for the relationship as much as you are.

Lost in a trance you pull your hair free of the straining bun. You peel off the dress that he once claimed to be his favorite on you, he had failed to notice it today.

But even as you do all this there is one single thought in your mind. One that echoes the loudest. Kento, your boyfriend did not want you anymore. You were not needed in his life. Nothing more than a hinderance in the grand scheme of things. The voices in your head were vicious.

Dressed in the comfort of your pajamas you sit on your bed. Lost in the numbness of your realization, you stare at your hands. What to do? How would you survive the void of his absence in your life.

Leaving everything behind...could there be any other life for you if not for the one by his side. Somehow you had managed to destroy whatever you built with him.

Maybe you were too controlling. Too demanding. Perhaps you were selfish. Too wanting for something that was not yours alone. How suffocating must it have been for Kento.

The weight of these questions hangs in the air. Does he despise you for it? The possibility gnaws at you. You contemplate the idea of apologizing, begging, trying to make amends, but a more profound uncertainty lingers – would he even want that?

Lost in the noise of your thoughts, you don't notice Kento entering the room until he crouches in front of you. Your gaze remains fixed on the emptiness of your palms, now filled with the silent weight of teardrops.

His hands suddenly clutch yours, breaking the reverie, and you look up in panic. This is your chance to make things right. His warm touch trails patterns on the back of your hands, offering a flicker of comfort amid the turmoil.

"Kento…" Your voice is hoarse, and you continue, determined to express the turmoil within. "I am sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have… I—please don't make me… I'll be better." Your words spill out in a desperate mess, a plea for understanding and a chance to mend what seems irreparable.

"I won't ever complain. I wi—" Your words come to a sudden halt as his finger gently rests on your lips, effectively silencing your messy monologue.

"You have every right to complain," he asserts, cupping your face and coaxing you to finally look at him. His touch wipes away the tears that linger on your cheeks.

"I was wrong. My duty as a sorcerer is important to me, but it does not come at your cost. Protecting others should never come at the cost of hurting you or dismissing you." His words carry a weight of sincerity, and for the first time, you notice the slight wetness that gathers in the corners of his eyes. "I am sorry for making you feel this way. For causing you such grief. For making you think so little for yourself."

His words are like a balm, soothing the wounds created by the recent turmoil. As if sprung into sudden action, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. For now just his presence was enough. Being a small part of his life was enough.

So you let him kiss you, hold you close and drown into the delusion that you mattered to Nanami Kento. Perhaps this delusion would suffice your heart one day.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami x reader #angst #big oof

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a-hermit-pining · 5 months

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Pining for a half-curse

Pairing: Choso x Reader

Summary: You want Choso. All of him.

"How long will you live?"

"I don't know, does it bother you?"

"Maybe. I don't want to loose out on memories with you," you could not find the courage to face him but your words continued to flow like a relentless river. "I am terrified that my love won't be enough, that out there in the world when I am gone, you will find another who will love you greater. Someone who would accompany forever. I am envious of every moment that you will spend with another when I am gone. I know it is the fate of humans to age and wither away but it feels too bitter. Too unfair."

Silence fell as your words came to end. You could not face Choso.

"Am I gross for feeling this way?" You whisper to yourself. "I love you, I should wish only good for you. Then why do I feel this?" You ask him, finally look at him despite the shame that fills you. "I am a loathsome excuse of a human. I do not possess the selfless love I once dreamt of giving to you." You close your eyes as the burdens of your construct settle on your shoulders.

Shrouded in silence you flinch when you feel hands cup your face. Forcing your eyes to open, you expect disgust or hurt to greet you on Choso's face but your eyes barely open before they close as his lips meet your.

A soft kiss. A kiss that reminds you of a feline lounging in warm afternoon Sun. The gentle touch of his lips against yours is a stark contrast to your racing heart.

Pulling back from the kiss Choso caresses your cheek as his eyes stare into yours. "You being selfish for my affection is love. Your guilt for it is love too." His lips settle on your cheek and somehow they lift as you find yourself smiling. "I do not desire selfless love from you because anything lacking your self would mean nothing."

You notice a light blush settle over his cheeks, surrounding itself around his nose. "And as for this lifespan...although I do not have an answer right now, I promise to love you for the entirety of it." His words are simple. Uttered with the same monotone voice of his. But they carry the conviction despite their simplicity.

You pull him closer kissing the blush on his face. His skin feels warm under your lips. "So you mean to say you would be pining over an old wrinkly woman? Or perhaps a dead one?" You ask him as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

"I mean you're pining after a half-curse so I am not the weirdest one here woman." He replies with a smug look on his face. A look that your reply to with a swat to his shoulder.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso x reader #jjk choso #drabble #romance

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a-hermit-pining · 5 months

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Ya'll better read the Mahoraga fic or I'm crying. I love him and idk why. (I hope it's not just me)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mahoraga #makora #Mahoraga simps assemble

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a-hermit-pining · 5 months

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So it Begins

Pairing: Mahoraga x Reader

Genre: idk I wrote this because Mahoraga is glorious

Summary: Formless, yet terrifying to witness. You found a scattered spirit in your realm. A feast for the Void. His wrath, his pain, his desire encompassed the emptiness around you.

AN: Please let me know if I got anything wrong but this is just made up non cannon.

Beyond realm of humans and curse users exist many worlds. Independent of each other these worlds align only in few aspects of existence.

There remain many mysteries. Things unknown. Divine General Mahoraga is one of them. Who is he? A shikigami? A curse? A deity tied to the wheel of dharma? A monster perhaps.

No one the world of mortals may ever know. A monstrous form, untamed by any. The origins of Mahoraga remain deeply veiled in mystery, leaving unanswered questions about who bestowed upon him this formidable form and what force propels his unyielding fury.

Eons ago or rather in the past flow of time, there existed a spirit, a weak tattered soul. Some say it was the soul of a fallen king, betrayed by his kin, while other state it was of priest devoured by sin, no one knows.

The spirit of a human who dared venture outside the realm of it's existence. Into the unknown that hosts secrets of the world.

Beyond the laws of good and evil, right and wrong. It ended up in the Void. A world of nothingness at the same time a world bubbling with the hunger for everything. Your world.

Formless, yet terrifying to witness. You found a scattered spirit in your realm. A feast for the Void. His wrath, his pain, his desire encompassed the emptiness around you.

Intrigued and perhaps entertained by this newfound distraction, you bestowed upon him a form—a warrior with eight hands, a general endowed with the power to annihilate worlds. Unbound by the laws governing the universe, you placed the wheel of dharma on his back, granting him the agency to forge his own destiny. Mahoraga, you called him, your voice ringing loud in the Void.

Thus, your own form emerged from the first emotions of your existence—a shape akin to his, destined to bring about the end of days for all life. Even in their existence, these forms held a certain ethereal beauty. The delicate feathers framing his eyes and the golden anklets adorning his feet became symbolic manifestations, a gift or a testament to your prowess. And for the first time, it held the substance beyond the nothingness of the Void.

Mahoraga, your only companion in the worlds across universe. Untamable. Yours.

Deep in the recesses of your realm you feel it. You hear it, the clatter of the Wheel of Karma and the unbothered smile on your face is frozen for the first time.

The nothingness of your realm was broken. Mahoraga was gone. Someone had dared to harm your creation without your divine consent. Someone had erased your creation challenging you.

The Void, renowned for its impartiality, responds to this breach with a profound shift in its essence.

In eons, your form is unchanged but for a flickering moment it glimmers with a light so bright that the Void is changed forever. The balance of the worlds was tipped and so was your restriction to your realm.

Your eyes gleam red with rage. You feel what parts of Mahoraga had once been contained in the Void now unbound. Rage, pain, and greed you get to know them better than any.

For what was taken from you, you were ready to burn the world. But most of all the curse that dared to challenge you. And the Void was no more.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mahoraga #Mahoraga x reader #idk what im doing #OP reader #dramatic af

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a-hermit-pining · 5 months

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OMG I loved your Sukuna fic!!!! I’ve been looking for a reincarnation-type of love for him and you wrote it!!!! He’s evil but still has his soulmate. 🩷🩷🩷 Hope to read more. 😊

Thanks for reading. Idk my romantic ass just links Sukuna's last figment of humanity to this blast from the past lover 🤭🤭. I'd love to continue when adhd allows!

#First ask for this blog

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a-hermit-pining · 5 months

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A Face of Past

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

Summary: Lounging inside Yuji's body, Sukuna's day takes a different turn when he comes face to face with a reminders of past.

AN: Still working on this. Just posting to feel better about myself

He sees a glimpse from Yuji's vision. Just a short moment is enough. He knows it to be you.

He desperately watches as Yuji helps you gather your stuff on the busy intersection that you had bumped into him.

Your hair is shorter, lighter, yet, it is you indeed. Dressed in manner of everyone in this new world, you are achingly familiar.

You, whose mere sight is enough to strangle Sukuna's heart. He shouldn't be bothered. You do not possess the power or status that he craves but he is inevitably tempted to take control over Yuji and follow you.

Never before did his binding of a mere minute feel so unfair. Not even when you smile at Yuji, thank him and ruffle his hair as you turn to leave.

He remembers you from a past long gone. Perhaps you are the only remaining link to his humanity. His wife from the age long gone.

His queen from a time he cannot forge back.

Maybe it is that fading vestige that forces him to appear when you ask for Yuji's name."Ryomen Sukuna," he says his name instead of Yuji's and for a fleeting moment he sees a recognition in your eyes before you smile and nod. "Thanks Ryomen," you reply.

His name from your lips is just as sweet as it was a thousand years ago. He savors it as the last seconds of his bargained minute go by.

The sight of your retreating back is a sight that makes him quieter in Yuji's brain. Silence that rings heavier than any screaming.

But even in his grief, the king of curses knows, he will have you. Someway or another he will have you back.

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #drabble #to be continued #posted because I need a boost to write

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a-hermit-pining · 6 months

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Feels Like Sun ☀️

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Genre: Romance college AU

Summary: So that night, in the quite library you and Nanami constructed the most perfect presentation with just your names on it. Revenge that was served in the 8 am tomorrow.

AN: Hit too close to home. Low-key proud of this. Unedited I'm impulsive sure me!

College of Business was a wild place to be. Hungover frat boys, stressed accountants, quirky marketing majors. All the trade came settled into that one building.

Maybe it wasn't that special to others but to you...to you it was special. It was where you met him. Nanami Kento.

It was a stupid group project with half of the team burnt out before the break. So were you but as try hard, you could not give up just yet. Somehow your meeting with him had been inevitable.

You had seen him before, around the campus, walking to classes. Emotionally constipated guy, the one who stood out because he was the only one walking without headphones or talking to someone. He just existed.

"So...we're doing this...just the two of us," you stare at the guy next to you. His eyes already focused on his laptop screen.

"Yes." He replied curtly. " I am not giving those morons any credit." His words made you grin. A petty bastard. You liked him very much.

So that night, in the quite library you and Kento constructed the most perfect presentation with just your names on it. Revenge that was served in the 8 am lecture next day.

So, it wasn't a shocker when your obnoxious ass started waving to him at every spotting. Walking with him to classes. Even joined him for the extra credit studies.

He was perfect block of muscle with highest concentration of etiquette in his every single pore. Better than any finance bro ever.

It was only a matter of time before you dragged your new 'friend' to the bars. And the man was a beast with cheap college beer. Beer pong? He's in. Filthy grinding on dance floor? You're there trying to stop an orgy. Beating off creep? Yeah, you dragged him out of the bars.

So, the next morning waking next to him wasn't unexpected. You just did not expect the stoic guy with passion of eros to switch to a blushing mess. Albeit a hungover blushing mess.

That is how Nanami became your boyfriend. The most unlikely pairing according to your salty girlfriends.

But beyond the noisy college life and never ending god forsaken group projects, he was so gentle. As if a world with just two of you existed in the small studio apartment that you rented together.

Cuddling during movie nights, self manicures every Fridays, meal prepping on weekends after a hungover morning was what life became next to him.

As if smiling became easier. Hugging him felt natural. Your life molded itself around him.

You both got internships together. Spent summers making coffee runs together and then making out in the Manager's office in secret.

You were in bliss. People around you kept their eyes to your fingers. Looking for the confirmation that the world sought for your love for each other. And maybe, you, yourself wanted it. He was the one. You knew it.

Your graduation picture with him hold you both smiling at each other. He smiled with you. He was happy.

Until it struck him. The work beyond college dragged your boyfriend. As if the monotony of the world tugged him to the past you knew very little of.

It became easier to overlook each other. To bottle your frustration, when you could see him struggle. You had to help him, you reasoned with yourself. You could make him happy right?

You tried so hard. You became your old self. Smiled brighter for him. Partied, held him, you tried too damn hard to fight the cold dread seeping in your heart.

But you knew you could not keep him. He was leaving and you no matter how much you wished, could not hold on to him.

With a heart of stone, you kissed him goodbye. Became an amicable ex who understood him. Maybe you were a fool all along. All those people who had once warned you of your differences now seem to be mocking your failure to save your love.

He was gone and so was your heart.

You dated others. Tried to offer your heart but you did not possess it any longer. Nanami Kento took it with him.

Your steps paused. Your keys dropped as you rushed to him. Bloodied and battered. Burnt on his side, he was back on your doorstep.

"Kento!" You pull him to your lap dialing the emergency to the best of your abilities with your trembling fingers.

And just like that he was back. Broken and scarred but next to you. You did not ask of what he endured. You just held him close now that he was back. Your heart was back and beating with him.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #college au #happy ending #ending I deserve man #fix it for my fucking soul

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