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HATE THAT I LOVE YOU || part 1.

mean!sukuna ryomen x fem!reader

It's already a part of Sukuna's personality to be mean, always throwing insults at every person he finds annoying here and there. And you were no exception. You ran after him like a lovesick puppy, happily smiling at his rejections, confessing to him multiple times how much you like him, and Sukuna wanted so much to strangle you for your persistence.

But when you stopped showing interest, maybe... just maybe, Sukuna didn't like the sound of it.

contents: sukuna x reader, soft!reader, reader is oblivious to sukuna's insults, mean!sukuna, golden retriever x black cat trope, reader is a happy pill (not to sukuna tho, yet), hurt/slight angst, modern college AU, sukuna is in a band, bassist!sukuna, not proofread, jjk characters in a band, siblings yuji and sukuna

warnings: cursing, slight nsfw

Note: THIS WAS A REPOST (?) kinda. I accidentally posted it from my drafts without even finishing the whole fic, and I WAS GONE FOR A MOMENT AND WENT BACK AND SAW PEOPLE LIKING IT ALREADY AND I WAS LIKE ?????? 😭 so for the sake of people who already read it, im just going to post it again now and hope you come back for part 2 😭

links: << part 2 > < part 3 >

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Who's going to tell her?

Yuji, Sukuna's younger brother, smiled sadly at you when he saw you leaving another love letter for his sibling inside his locker. It was the fifth time since last month, and you haven't given up on Sukuna despite how he harshly told you that he's never going to like somebody like yourself. And Yuji witnessed it all as he remembers you picking up the scattered sweets on the floor that Sukuna pushed away from your hand, pitying at your helpless state.

But you still smiled at Sukuna after the rejection, Yuji didn't even know if it was forced or not, but he really admired you for your bravery.

Who's going to tell you that you're only going to end up hurting yourself in the end?

•

Sukuna almost forgot to breathe when he sees you in front of the school building, your head turning from left to right as you wait for him. He cursed, knowing how he's going to have to deal with you so early in the morning. And he wanted to complain so much why there's only one entrance in this damn forsaken university.

Your eyes lit up when you saw him, like a puppy wagging its tail when they saw their owner. You paid no mind as Sukuna gave you a death stare as he walked right passed, ignoring your little happy greeting. What a way to ruin his morning...

"Sukuna!–"

"Get lost."

But you smiled to yourself, just following Sukuna from behind. You were a new student to this school for almost a year now, a year younger than Sukuna, and just how lucky he is that he's the person you laid your eyes upon.

People always see you as the positive energy that roams around the school hallways, always smiling at people, and being the social butterfly that seems to never run out of social battery. You were kind to kids, you liked helping school admins or facilitators when you see them walking with a heavy workload, you were friends with your professors (even the strict ones), and everybody likes you for your kind nature ever since you first move to this university.

So why would you like someone so opposite from you?

Ryomen Sukuna, the school band's bassist. Girls fawn after him, but not as much as you do. Everybody knows how cold and mean of a person he was, and he didn't like it when anybody came his way. He'd straight up reject every confession from the girls who had the courage to come up to him, but whenever Sukuna said 'no' to them, hearts seemed to pop out from their eyes, because then again, it's Sukuna. It didn't matter to the girls if they were rejected. At least Sukuna graced them with his attention, and his cold, baritone voice.

But even after a rejection, the girls will just giggle and stop. Some will come back a few times, but no one ever did it like you.

Everyday, you never fail to wait for Sukuna so early in the morning to arrive at school. You'd greet him with a cheeky smile, eyes squinting happily at seeing his face, and Sukuna responds with a grunt, glaring at you as he harshly bumps your shoulder just to walk passed.

You didn't care though. You believed Sukuna just built a wall around him, and you're more than willing to break it.

•

"I like you, Sukuna!"

You are insane.

It's obvious on Sukuna's face that he already had enough of your nonsense, watching you confess to him for the hundredth time. There was a dark aura glooming his features, and yours were as bright as the sun, signifying how their dynamics are contrasting and unfitting for each other. But do you even care?

Sukuna tried to search your eyes for any signs of embarrassment, or even regret, just to see if you're finally planning to stop whatever escapades that lie before your heart.

"I'm not interested, brat." He spat, venom laced in his voice.

"I'll be at your show later to cheer you on!" You showed him your smile that almost made your eyes disappear, completely hearing what he said with one ear and letting it pass to the other.

He chuckled darkly, "I don't need another annoying kid screaming their lungs out for me."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!"

"Yeah? Then you should stop this by now. You fool."

You frowned, staring at his cold gaze that seemed to wrap all over your figure. But you're unfazed, no amount of glares and venomous words would even stop you from liking him.

"Now, that's just bad." You uttered, and then smiled once again. "But I forgive you, Sukuna!"

Sukuna heaved a sigh, grunting as he turned around. "Annoying."

•

"Hi, Sukuna!"

Sukuna stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you inside the band's music room. Your hair was tied in a bun, and you were wearing reading glasses as you hugged your clipboard on your chest.

"Ah, you finally arrived..." The band professor said. The professor said your name, saying that you'll be their manager from now on since there were a lot of gigs coming up for the band, and in need for someone to help them organize.

Sukuna's face turned sour, seeing how you just happily smiled at everyone in the room as you introduced yourself, shaking their hands and all that. When you turned to Sukuna, you held out your hand as well, waiting for him to accept and shake it.

His brows furrowed, looking at you and down to your waiting hand, but he scoffed. He moved away and found a seat near his bandmate, completely wanting to ignore your existence.

You coughed awkwardly, your hands scratching your neck instead.

•

"I bought snacks!"

It was another day at practice, everyone in the band was busy preparing for their next stage at the school's fair. You noticed how everyone was working hard enough, and you perfectly had the heart to do something nice so they can take a break for a while. Everyone's head turned to look at you, and their faces lit up at the sight of you holding four bags of snacks with both hands.

Their lead vocalist, Nanami, rushed to help you, taking the bags away and placing them at the table. He ruffled your hair fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart..."

You blushed, smiling at him. "Just doing my duties!"

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he played with the strings of his guitar. He didn't like the fact that he's always stuck with you everywhere he goes, annoyed how he's forced to be here with you even on band practice.

In his eyes, you were such a desperate brat who can't even read between the lines. He never liked girls like you who stick to him like leeches, cooing and batting their eyelashes for his attention.

And that made him hate you with all his guts.

Even worse that you always flash everyone with your happy energy, acting like everything is fine even though they're not. He hates how you ignore his refusals, how you didn't mind his cold shoulders, how he made it obvious that he might just want to strangle your neck when he gets the chance, and you're still going to look at him like he's not the meanest person in the world.

"Sukuna! Aren't you hungry?" You asked, approaching his side but keeping a step distance to maintain your professionalism. After all, you still know your boundaries when it comes to things like this.

"No."

"That's impossible–"

"Will you fucking shut up for once?"

The room fell silent as you bit your lip, trying to find the right words to say. Everyone looked awkwardly at the two of you, their eyes shifting at each other's.

The school band knew you liked Sukuna, and it wasn't really strange for them whenever you tried to call for his attention. They got used to it somehow, saved by your kind nature why they didn't mind your advances. But when it comes to Sukuna being harsh to you, they stand awkwardly, feeling hurt for you even.

"Sukuna, that's not a way to treat a lady." Their drummer, Suguru, came to cut the awkward silence.

Sukuna glared at him, placing his guitar on the wall, before storming off the room with a loud slam of the door.

You heave a sigh, forcing a small smile on your lips. "Well..."

"Don't mind him."

•

Sukuna never fails to attract women, he always had them lining up for him to take in his bedroom.

Of course, Sukuna also had his fair share of flings too, and some hook ups. Being the bassist of their school band, it's no shock that he was one of the famous members since he's just a sight for sore eyes.

The way his veiny and big hands strum the guitar? His dark eyes that looked intimidating through to the crowd? That smirk on his face whenever he's pleased about playing on the stage?

Oh, the girls love him. Everyone wants Ryomen Sukuna.

So what's so shocking when you stumbled upon an empty classroom, with Sukuna making out with some girl you didn't even know?

Her hair was messy, her shirt was lifted up on her chest, basically exposing her bra. And your eyes darted at her panties hanging on her knees as Sukuna had his hands underneath her skirt.

Your eyes widened, and Sukuna looked at you angrily for interrupting whatever was supposed to happen if you didn't enter the room. Immediately, you stumbled backwards, closing the door behind you as you ran away from the scene.

If his rejections didn't hurt you that much, well, that definitely did.

The whole day, you didn't attend their band practice, saying that you don't feel well and needed time off. It bothered you so much that you were restless, almost out of your mind as you try to finish your homeworks.

Every time you see Sukuna, you'd look away awkwardly. Biting your lip, and staring at your feet for God knows how many minutes.

Sukuna didn't care about what happened earlier though. It was better for it that way, with you witnessing something that may have given you the thought to just give up on him? Sukuna would be so happy that the heavens were finally on his side.

The lewd picture of Sukuna and the random girl runs in your memory like a film. The way his lips pressed on her mouth, his hands lingering on her skin—it was messing up in your head.

Something was tugging in your chest, a feeling that you never felt even before. You felt your face heating up, burning in whatever emotions that were spilling to burst from your tired eyes.

Just let it pass for a while. You'll be fine tomorrow.

•

Of course, you'd have to face it one way or another. And let it not affect you like you always do.

Sukuna cocked his eyebrow when he saw you the next day at the parking lot, waiting for him once again. You waved at him with a smile, and he just can't help but heave another sigh of frustration.

"What are you doing, brat?" He fumed.

"What do you mean? I was waiting for you!" You sounded so cheery that it made Sukuna have a headache. "I got you cookies! I baked them–"

"Cut it off." He said so coldly that it made you stop, the hands holding the cookies packed in a zip bag stopped midair. "I've fucking had enough of you."

"What do you mean? I just–"

"Aren't you going to stop after yesterday? Fucking take a hint, brat." He glared at you, his eyes turning red in anger. "Do you want me to fuck that girl and make you watch just so you'd leave me alone?"

His words rang in your head, echoing like a demon trying to choke you to death. Sukuna watched as you stared at him with tired eyes, and lips parted a bit. He never thought he'd see your appearance like this, so defenseless for once in his life.

"I like you, Sukuna. I really do." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you turned around to walk away from him, for the first time.

•

You remember a notebook that you left back in the band's practice room, so you planned to get it. And since the band had a scheduled meeting in just a few minutes, you planned to just stay and wait for them since your classes are done, making you the first person to arrive in the room.

Or so you thought.

You stumbled on your feet when you saw Sukuna after you opened the door. His legs were sprawled apart, the electric guitar in his lap, strumming in a slow rhythm. Your eyes darted at each other, and it took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts.

What are you gonna do? Walked out? Do you say goodbye to him first? Or are you going to say hi and stay? Should you get the notebook you left or not? Maybe just leave him alone? But you really needed that notebook, so what now?

"What are you looking at?"

You can't turn back. No. You'd look dumb. And you're getting tired of looking so helpless in front of him.

You faked a cough, stepping inside the room, "I didn't think you'd be here..."

You stand there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, despite how you're supposed to be looking for your things now. Sukuna paid no mind about your presence, just scribbling on a piece of paper after playing a different note on his guitar.

It took you long enough to start lifting your feet from the ground, relentlessly moving all over the shelves just to find the notebook that you left. You searched every corner, table tops, cabinets, and even chairs, but to your dismay, there was none.

You looked over at Sukuna who was busy with his guitar, mouth opening to speak, and then closing once again.

You moved a little to your spot, fiddling with your fingers and then spoke, "Hey... have you seen any pink notebook in here?"

You swear you wanted the floor to just eat you whole when he looked at you with those annoyed eyes once again.

"No."

Okay.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You headed to the table in front of him, full of papers and pens, and one cup of coffee. You read one of the papers and saw it was one of their self-composed pieces that they've been working at for a week now.

You lifted up the pile of papers to look for your missing item, but still nothing. You sighed, bending underneath the table in case it fell down, and lo and behold, your notebook that you've been looking for. You reached for it, stretching your arms out, and when you finally got a hold of it, you stood up abruptly.

But sometimes, you just happen to mess things up unintentionally...

You gasped loudly when you accidentally lost your balance, hitting the table in the process. Your hands landed on the edge of the table that caused it to shake, spilling the cup of coffee on the pieces of paper.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, pulling the cup of coffee away quickly.

"Fucking hell." Sukuna hissed when he saw what happened. He immediately stood up, taking the papers away so it won't get wet with coffee anymore.

"O-oh my god..." You shake, looking around to look for a tissue or anything to wipe the mess. "I'm sorry! I'll clean them up!" You said frantically as you try to reach for the papers, only making it worse when you suddenly tore them apart at your hold.

"Jesus Christ!" Sukuna cursed, pushing you away as he watched as the paper tore itself now. There's no use saving these papers anymore. But what's worse is that you messed up their musical piece, out of all papers that you could've spilled coffee to.

Your eyes watered, heart beating fast at the chaos that you made.

"You just can't do anything right, don't you?"

You look at Sukuna, eyes pleading for him to understand your situation. To at least be sympathetic.

"I didn't mean it! I'm sorry–"

"Your sorry won't fix anything!" He shouted that made you flinch.

"What's happening here?"

•

"I'm so sorry, I really am..." You sobbed in front of the whole band as you sat at the chair in the corner. Your hands were covering your face as you tried so hard not to cry too much, but you're wailing like a baby already.

Nanami kneeled in front of you, placing a hand on your knees and gently rubbing circles on it. "Don't cry, we'll figure it out."

Sukuna crossed his arms as he watched you getting comforted by Nanami. "It's clearly her fault–"

"Sukuna." Choso cut him off, his eyes telling him to shut up as he shakes his head in disapproval.

Sukuna only scoffed as he watched your figure become so small as you cried your heart out in front of everyone, muttering your apologies again and again.

He might've felt something in the pit of his stomach.

•

"At least say sorry to her, would you?" Yuji said as he and his brother played video games in their living room.

"Why should I?" Sukuna's eyes furrowed as his fingers focused on tapping the joystick, making loud noises that everyone can hear through the living room.

"It was kind of harsh, you know? She was already feeling sorry, yet you still had to slap it in her face. Plus, you literally shouted at her. You don't shout at a lady, man..."

Sukuna frowned.

He knew all too well that he didn't do anything wrong, he was just making you realize your mistakes. Yet why was he painted as the bad guy here now?

He groaned as they lost another game, throwing the joystick away in frustration. "Fine."

•

"She didn't come again?" Nanami asked as he entered the room.

"No, she said she's not feeling too good." Choso answered.

For some reason, Sukuna felt like everyone had their eyes on him. Either burning a hole in it, or asking if he knew where she went, or if he had seen her at all.

"Maybe you should say sorry to our manager."

Another nagging.

Sukuna's about to be sick of it. He didn't get how he's the one who would be sorry when it should've been you in the first place. You didn't just mess it up for him, you messed up the whole band for your clumsiness. Those papers were important after all, since it's going to be the music they're supposed to play for the school fest. So why was he at fault?

Why did he feel like he really had to make it up to you?

Why did he feel like cupping your cheeks to wipe your damn tears away when he saw you crying?

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Here's the part 2!

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nanamis-princess · 2 months

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If you are cupping Nanami’s face he’s the type to kiss your palm and then make eye contact with you. He gives you a small smile with a hint of sleepiness. He’s had a long day, he’s looked forward to seeing you and just getting to be in your presence. The look in his eyes is filled with admiration as he studies your face. These are the moments he looks forward to after work.

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hatsunemitskislobotomy · 5 months

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“𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪—”

“𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦.”

“𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤.”

“𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬—”

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in which your author (who has not written anything of substance in AGES) falls down the hamilton rabbit hole once again. is this an original thought? probably not. is it gonna hurt? y’all can be the judge of that 🫶🏾

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her heart dropped as she sat on their shared couch. he just stepped out, a phone call— he promised that it would’ve been quick as he pressed a loving kiss to her cheek, it wouldn’t have been long before they would’ve been back to lounging around enjoying each other’s company. lord knows he needed it.

so why was he getting back into his work clothes?

“nanami…” she got up, he darted around their shared flat. seemingly unaware of her increasing alarm.

“they need me out there.”

“it’s halloween— you just got back!” a sense of dread crept up on her as she tried to reason with him but it fell on deaf ears.

he was always stern, stubborn. she cherished those parts of him but it seemed as if they were working against her tonight.

“they need me out there.” he repeated refusing to meet her pleading gaze and he buttoned up his blue dress shirt once more.

“i need you.” she argued

he finally met her gaze, his stoic one softening for a split second.

“i can’t be selfish, i have a job to do. people to protect— it’s what i swore to do being a sorcerer.” he swallowed taking her hands in his, rubbing his calloused thumb over her knuckles.

“those students i’ve told you about, they’re out there fighting, giving it their all. they’re just children.” he whispered.

“i have to help.” he pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead before pulling away.

and he had almost got her with his sweet words as he’d always do to coax her out of a bad mood when he’d take on overtime without warning.

but she wasn’t as forgiving this time. not when she felt as if she’d regret it letting him walk out that door.

“nanami— kento so help me god if you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back.”

his cool demeanor crumbled.

“darling…”

“no! you’re devoted to your job, you’re devoted to those kids! when will you be devoted to me? when will i be more than an afterthought?” her words cut through, bitter and raw.

“y/n you’re being selfish—” he countered, an attempt to bridge the growing gap between them

“because you won’t!” she snapped back, her tone thick with emotion as she pushed through.

“when will you stop acting like you don’t have a home to return to— that you don’t have someone waiting for you? do you even love me?” she shook her head at him, the bitterness of the words left their mark on her tongue as his eyes widened, the silence loud.

she knew her words were hurting him, but her anger was fueled by resentment. towards his job, towards his sense of duty leaving her neglected. it seemed like she didn’t even matter sometimes and it crushed her— so what if she was selfish? so what if she was unfair?

“of course i love you.” he murmured trying to step forward

“i don’t believe you.”

he swallowed before shaking his head. one, two steps and he was already invading her space again.

“darling…” he pulled her in, taking in her warmth as his lips found hers. she wanted to deny him the intimacy that made a mockery of what they once had but he held her firm. she wanted to deny it all but she couldn’t.

he had made up his mind, now he was just saying goodbye.

he pulled from her gently, his lips grazed her wet cheeks.

how dare he make her cry?

he whispered, "i'm sorry," his voice filled with regret. the weight of his duty and the anguish in her eyes collided. "i promise, once this is over, we'll have all the time we need."

she stared at him, torn between anger and love. "promises," she scoffed, a mocking bitter smile playing on her lips. "don’t make promises you can't keep."

he winced, the truth of her words cutting through him. "i'll make it up to you, i swear."

yet the unshakable dread clawed at her conscious. as he walked towards the door, he cast one last lingering glance at the woman he loved. the echo of her shaky breaths reverberated in the room, drowning in the silence of their shattered connection.

as the door closed behind him, she crumbled on the couch, her sobs the only thing now comforting in her time of need.

damn that nanami kento, the love of her life.

leaving her feeling utterly

𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.

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y’all i haven’t written anything that wasn’t a bummy ass paper for school in ages pls be nice 😭😭😭

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purpleqilinwrites · 5 months

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promise.

a/n: i like thinking about nanami as a child. i think he would've been one of those kids that a lot of adults like because he's polite and didn't talk too much.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: nanami kento

genre: general

info: non-sorcerer au; this takes place pre-canon timeline

warnings: -

synopsis: you always enjoyed sleepovers at nanami's.

word count: 0.9k

fluff-vember prompt: childhood friends

fluff-vember 2023 masterlist is here.

Nanami Kento

The door clicked shut as Nanami's mother left the room after she tucked the two of you in.

In less than ten seconds, you opened your eyes, the pretense of being asleep all but forgotten. You slumped onto your side to peek at your friend in the futon beside yours, and you watched him for any telltale signs that he had been pretending to sleep too.

It was still early. Nanami's bedroom was too dark for you to read the time on the clock hanging on the wall, but you knew it was still earlier than your bedtime. You could feel it in your bones.

"What?" came his voice in the moments before you were going to give up and turn back around. He looked like he was close to falling asleep, his eyes only half open under the warm glow of the nightlight in the corner of his bedroom.

"Want me to tell you another story?" you asked, shuffling closer to him regardless. "I know lots. My grandma tells me a new one every time she's over."

He blinked slowly. You couldn't tell if he was trying to blink himself more awake, or if he was trying to tell you he just wanted to sleep.

Nanami was weird like that. He preferred to tell you things without using his words. It was a very old person thing that he did. Your parents were like that too, pointing at your textbooks on the floor and clearing their throats loudly instead of just telling you to pick them up and put them away. It was easy being friends with Nanami, because you were good at dealing with these old people things.

He turned to face you, his hair falling over his face when he moved. "No," he said. He blinked again, before he did his old man grunt and scooted closer. The edges of his futon bunched up between the two of you. You removed your hand from under your blanket to pat down the peaks.

"Then what do you wanna talk about?"

This time, he hummed. You waited for a moment. When you were about to tell him about the fat cat who lived near your house, he responded with a soft "you".

"What?" you asked. "Why me?"

Nanami scrubbed at his nose before he brushed his hair out of his face. "Mum likes it when you come over," he said. He did the old man grunt again, looking away from you momentarily.

You noticed him scrunching up a section of his blanket in his hand, so you decided to fill in the silence with a story about that fat cat. She was fluffy and orange and very friendly, always coming to rub against your legs when you approached her on the way home from school. You were sure Nanami would like her, and you were sure she'd like him too.

If your father allowed you to bring his camera to Nanami's house, you would've had a picture of her to show him. It would've helped him sleep better. Fat cats made everything better.

"I want to meet her," he said. "Because Mum and Dad say I can't have a cat."

You held out your hand to him across the folds of the overlapping futons, your little finger up. "Tomorrow! I promise," you said. "But we have to sleep now. She's only there when it's early and when it's late."

Nanami released the fistful of the blanket he had been holding on to for the entirety of your recollections about the fat cat. You wiggled your still outstretched hand in his direction, smiling. Conceding and returning the grin, he hooked his own little finger around yours.

"It's a promise," he said.

You shook your joined hands. "It's a promise," you repeated, satisfied and ready to sleep to have energy for tomorrow. The fat cat enjoyed playing hide and seek but you weren't worried because Nanami was good at finding things. He could find her faster than you could, you were sure of it.

Your arm was starting to get tired from holding it out for so long, but Nanami kept your little finger tightly in his grasp. He seemed to notice the way your hand trembled, and he lowered his arm so that both of your hands were lying flat on the flattened peaks of the futon and blankets between both of your bodies.

Nanami was good at understanding it when people were saying things without words. It was another old person thing that he did. One more thing about him that made him seem older than he was. You liked it because it was familiar. He had the same patience about him that your grandma did, and she was your favourite person.

Your grandma would like him a lot, too. The next time she was in town, you'd make sure to invite him for a sleepover.

"I like it too," came Nanami's voice after a period of silence.

Your mind was already hazy with the onset of sleep, so it took you some time to process the words that were spoken. "I like it when you come over too," he said, as if he knew that you hadn't quite heard him the first time. "I just wanted to tell you."

You bit back a yawn, nuzzling into the borrowed pillow beneath your head. "I like here too," was the last thing you told him before you exchanged "goodnight"s.

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maemaymayo · 5 months

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So this is something I dreamt about before Nanamis’ last episode (I’m still in shambles). So I’m just building off of this dream I had. This is also my first time posting a small fic! So any helpful advice would be appreciated :)

Contents: Nanamixfem!reader

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“NANAMI!” You scream at the top of your lungs, your voice echoing off the underground subway walls. Your voice is hoarse from screaming his name for who knows how long. Sweat is lining your forehead; face red from all the running around you’ve been doing. You stop to bend over placing your hands on your knees trying to catch a breath.

You can’t stop now, you have to keep going! Knowing whats going to happen to him, to your friend’s, the kid’s.

You’re strong and you can stop the patch-faced cursed spirit or even volcano head.

Only if you make it in time. That small voice in your head says.

You’ve known what was going to happen. Yet you did nothing. Told no one. The voice whispers in your head, tearing you down mentally.

Shut up! SHUT UP! This is ridiculous, you can’t keep standing here listening to the voice in your head. Picking your head up you start running again.

“NANAMI! NANAMI!” Yelling again hoping for a real person and not a cursed spirit or transfigured human.

You turn corners, run up and down stairs and still nothing.

Oh god… what if I’m too late? No! You shake your head. I can’t think about that right now, I have to find him and we can beat that volcano cursed spirit together.

We won’t be caught by surprise.

As you’re running a left turn is coming up and some small steps. You jump them and slide on the floor almost slipping, catching yourself with your hands (clumsy bitch) you thought to yourself.

When you look up from the ground you see a person standing a few feet away. Reacting you go to your fighting stance, ready incase it’s a curse user.

Then your vision adjusts.

Standing there down the hall is the man you’ve been looking for.

“Kento…” your voice is low and raspy.

“KENTO!” You run towards the man you love.

His face is surprised at first, but then relaxes knowing you’re okay. He knows how strong you are and that you could win against any opponent you face. Yet that doesn’t stop him from worrying about you.

You run to him. Eyes blurry from the tears in them. You run into him with an oomph. Your arms wrap around his torso and hold onto him with all your strength. Your face buried in his chest, tears wetting his blue button down.

“What happened? Are you okay y/n?” Nanami asks placing his right hand on your cheek so tenderly, his tie wrapped around his hand brushes your shoulder.

You pick your head up looking into his brown eyes.

He examines your face, you look fine. Maybe a little worn out from the fighting and running you’ve been doing, but why were you so concerned about finding him? Why were you crying?

“Kento, thank goodness I found you. This place is crawling with transfigured humans and curses. I couldn’t find any students. Where exactly have you been? Did you see anyone?” You ask in one breath it feels like.

“Well first take a breather, you wouldn’t be any help here if you passed out now. Secondly I just came from helping out Kugisaki and Akari, they were attacked by a curse user. The same one that killed the rest of the managers, and assistants on the street.” He sighs

So much death has happened already and so much more is to come. We can stop this, we have too. Too many innocent lives have and will be lost if I don’t try.

“Let’s keep searching and maybe we’ll meet up with some allies.” You say knowing what’s going to happen, who you’ll meet.

You look at his pink lips and tiptoe up to give him a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck. You can still smell his expensive cologne mixed with sweat, and dear god is it intoxicating.

Nanami is caught off guard by your boldness, but he moves his right arm to your waist deepening the kiss. You both are usually formal around each other and keep the affection private, but you seem very worried about him. A little kissing in an empty subway corridor wouldn’t kill the man. Plus he loves kissing your soft pouty lips.

He teases you with his tongue and you moan softly into his mouth.

He pulls away from your kiss with a small pop. You notice his ears are tinted pink and you definitely know your face is flushed.

“As much as I would like to continue this we have a job to do my love.” Nanami says with a small smile on his face.

You chuckle softly.

“Yes of course we do.” God you love those small smiles he gives you. It won’t be the last time you see it, I swear. You silently vow to yourself.

“Let’s go.” You both continue down the hallway, side by side.

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk nanami #jjk x you #nanami kento #nanami x reader #my fic #please be nice #please be kind #dream #i love nanami kento #maybe too much

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