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darknight3904 · 1 month

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so american

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴍᴀʟᴀʏꜱɪᴀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ. ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx ɢᴇɢᴇ ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴀʏꜱɪᴀ??

ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʙʏ ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ.

ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ….

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2ᴋ

ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Kuantan, Malaysia

Vacation Day 5:

"Your English is really great." You compliment

"Thank you, I spent a lot of time in my early twenties practicing." The man next to you says

The hot sun that dances above is blocked by a pretty blue umbrella that your new companion got to stand up correctly. A half-melted drink rests in the sand next to your bag.

You met Nanami on the first day of your vacation while you were struggling to communicate with the woman who was working at the front desk of your hotel. He had smoothly cut in and easily translated your choppy Malay to something more fluent and even got you a room upgrade in the process. Originally, you had just planned to buy him dinner as a thank you but here you were, day five of vacation and you were still hanging out with him.

"You look good like that." He compliments

"Like what?" You laugh thinking of how sunburned you were

"With my shirt on." He explains, reaching out to tug gently at the sleeve of his soft linen beach shirt. He had let you borrow it after seeing how red your shoulders had become.

"Oh, right, duh." You smile, avoiding his gaze.

Was he even aware of how flirtatious he had been the past few days? You swore his pretty face and warm compliments would turn you into a puddle of love-sick embarrassment before you left this country. He reminded you of one of those men you only hear about in books or in cheesy one lined poems about love.

"It's getting late. Would you like to go to get dinner? I know a great market nearby, it has delicious street vendors." He asks

"Sure!" You smile jumping up off your towel to pack up your things while Nanami pulls the umbrella out of the sand.

You struggle to slip out of his shirt, your shoulders are burning from the sunburn.

"Keep it. I've got another in the car." He says pulling it back up over you, " You look pretty in it anyway."

You're mesmerized by the blonde as he drives down the road. Warm air from the open windows pushes your hair from your eyes as you eye the way his arms flex slightly when he takes a turn.

"You're quiet today. Normally you're full of jokes." He says

Crap. You can't admit that you've been ogling him all day!

"I...my back has been hurting."

What the hell was that?!

"Ah. You should've told me earlier, we could've rented those chairs." He says, referring to the overpriced chairs that were for rent on the beach.

"It's alright. Those are just tourist traps anyway." You dismiss

"We're both tourists." He reminds you

"I know..." You roll your eyes

"Put your feet up, I heard that can help with pain."

Your face heats up when he stops the car at an intersection and gently pulls your feet up so they rest on the dashboard. So touchy, you swear he's doing all this on purpose!

"Better?" He asks

"Yup!" You smile

Silence settles around you as you try not to treat the man next to you like eye candy. In defense, it's not your fault. Who knew driving could be so attractive? It didn't help that he hadn't put that extra shirt on yet...

"Tell me a joke." He prompts

Who did he think you were, a stand-up comedian?

"Umm...Why did Darth Vader go to the dermatologist?" You ask

"Why?" Nanami responds, a hint of amusement in his voice

"He had Start Warts." You say

You hear him let out a snicker of laughter and you feel your face heat up out of embarrassment.

"It was the best I could do cold turkey okay!" You groan

Nanami had been right about the market and the street vendors. You had never seen so much delicious-looking food at once. How did he know so much about this place? According to him, he had only been in Kuantan two days before he met you.

"So," You smile as you pop a delicious bite of food into your mouth "Do you always look like this or is this a special version of Nanami?"

You're referring to his relaxed appearance. Long blonde hair slightly hides his eyes and the top view buttons of his shirt are undone. His skin is tanned from all the time spent on the beach at your side and a pair of sunglasses sit in the pocket that's sewn onto his shirt.

"I actually wear suits most of the time when I'm back home." He says

Seriously? He hides this muscular build under suits every day? The poor women of Japan, they don't know what they're missing!

"No way!" You laugh

"I'm serious." He says, and he takes his phone out and pulls up a few pictures of him and a kid with pink hair at his side.

"Wow. You uh, look..." You don't want to tell him he looks like he has a stick up his ass...

"Stoic, I know." He says "I like to think Itadori brightens this picture up though."

You look at the pink-haired boy, Itadori, who is holding up double peace signs and looks like a ray of sun next to the stoic Nanami.

"He definitely makes up for your lack of smile." You tease, poking at his cheek as he brushes your hand off his face

"Well, I had good reason to not smile. The person taking this picture is the most- speak of the devil."

A chime interrupts his sentence and you look down at the phone to see a push notification.

Satoru Gojo

Shoko is going through old pics, check this one out, you were so cute, Nanamin!

Another ding sounds and your eyes widen to see a picture appear at the top of the screen.

Nanami tries to snatch his phone off the table but you get there first and open the message from this Satoru Gojo.

"Is this you in high school?!" You gasp seeing the picture in all its glory as you tap on it

You take the blushing and silence as a yes.

"Your bangs!" You laugh

"I know, it's bad. I don't know what I was thinking." He admits sheepishly

"I think it's kinda cute." You admit, "It kinda reminds me of an emo haircut."

"I wasn't emo." He says

"You sure? Those bangs aren't very convincing..." You laugh "Not to metnion you're not smiling here either...kinda seems emo to me!"

"I wasn't!" He groans, finally reaching successfully for his phone "I wasn't emo...I'm not emo."

You laugh at the way he texts this Satoru Gojo back with a scowl on his face.

"You should tell this person my opinions of your hair." You say

"So he can call me an emo when I get back? I don't think so. Nice try though." Nanami says gently tapping his shoe against yours under the table

Vacation Day 6:

You agree to Nanami's suggestion of a nice stroll through the lit-up city. City lights twinkle against the dark sky as you see the shops and karts selling different goods. You pick up the goofiest-looking plushies and make up different voices for each of them as Nanami watches and laughs.

"Wait, stop for a second." He says suddenly

"Hmm? Do you want one of those weird charms? They don't really seem like they're your style." You say, distracted by the store he's stopped you in front of.

A soft tickle on your leg brings your attention downward and you see something you're not expecting. Nanami is down on one of his knees tying the laces on your left sneaker. His blonde hair is brushing your knee as he finishes up.

"I didn't want you to trip." He says gently patting the back of your calf as he straightens back up

"Oh, thank you." You say, trying to ignore how warm his hands felt against your leg.

You're a mess internally as you try to keep cool when he continues to walk. If he keeps this up you're going to end up in love with him before this trip was over...wait...has that been his goal the whole time? It couldn't possibly be.

"Could I ask you a question?" Nanami asks when you finally get yourself together

"Sure." You say

"Are those red cups I see in movies actually a real thing where you come from?"

That's his question? Why would Solo cups not be a real thing?

"Umm of course!" You laugh at his dorky question, "Did you think they were fake?"

"I just thought it was strange that everyone drank from red cups at parties." He shrugs

"Well, for your information, Nanami I've been to multiple parties and drank from a red cup like in the movies." You say

"Interesting." He says, his body gently bumping into yours when you get a little too close, "You can call me Kento."

"I thought in Japan you were supposed to call a person by their last name." You say

"Well, yes that's for formality." He says, "I think we're familiar with each other though, we've been around each other for six full days now."

"Alright then, Kento." You smile, testing his first name out on your tongue

You want to laugh when Kento drags you into a tie shop. He must want something fun to wear to work when he gets home. You suggest multiple different kinds that are ridiculous and would probably get him fired. Your personal favorite? The one with the huge eagle with a snake in his talons. It was just too ridiculous to be real. Honestly it reminded you of things you'd see back home. It was just missing the signature red white and blue.

"Here, switch places with me." Kento says as you exit the store and get back on the sidewalk

"What? Okay." You agree

You don't miss the way he smiles to himself when he gets what he wants. Does he have a preferred side of the sidewalk or something? Who enjoys being on the side closer to the road? What a weird man.

Vacation Day 7:

"You're really strange sometimes." You observe

"How so?" He asks as he bites into a cookie

"You were fully content just wandering into my hotel room. What if I was an axe murderer?" You ask

It was a rainy day in Kuantan. There were road closures and a few downed trees nearby so you had invited Kento to spend the day with you in your hotel room. The two of you were wrapped in fuzzy bathrobes and had just polished off an excellent room service meal that he had insisted on paying for despite you insiting that it was payment for driving you around.

"I knew you weren't though." He says

"And if I was?" You ask

"I would be disappointed and then I'd try to fight you and your axe off." He says

"What if I was too strong?" You joke

"I doubt it." He laughs as he flexes one of his arms.

There isn't much to look at because of the bathrobe that conceals his arms from your greedy eyes but you swear you can see a bit of definition under all the fuzzy material.

"Whatever..." You mumble

His stupidly pretty face is making you say dumb things. Who talks about axe murderers with such a good looking man in their bed? You were surely the biggest idiot in all of Malaysia.

"I thought you said this was a good movie," Kento says

"It is! You just need to give it a chance!" You say

"We're already ten minutes in and the only jokes they've made are about sex and drugs." Kento points out

"Okay, but...look you just have to trust me okay!" You say looking at your laptop which is playing Superbad, a film Kento hasn't ever seen

"There is more to humor than just bad sex jokes." He says

"Well, not in this movie. Now hush." You say unpausing the movie

Kento Nanami's eyes drift over you as you're mesmerized by this movie. Sure there were funny moments but he had definitely seen better.

Besides, how could he focus on some old 2000s movie when he was too distracted by you? You look too cute for words in the hotel's bathrobe and there's even a bit of chocolate smeared on your face from the Hershey kisses you had pulled out of your bag and insisted he try earlier.

His eyes rake over you and your entire room in general. A pair of blue jeans haphazardly sits on the chair across the room. He can see the American flag-printed sunglasses you wore the other day sitting on the nightstand beside a few stray hair ties. An oversized bag of chips you had brought from back home is half eaten on the bed near his feet, he didn't even know they made bags that large.

He swore you were some walking stereotype of things he didn't even know were real outside movies. To top it all off he's pretty sure you're wearing a "New York Yankees Baseball" t-shirt underneath your robe.

"You're so American."

The words tumble from his mouth before he can stop them

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" You ask, clearly a bit offended by his words

"Nothing, nothing." He laughs at the way your eyebrows knit together in confusion

"Tell me!" You groan reaching out to punch at his arm.

He easily catches it and pulls you into his side.

"Nothing. You're just really American." He smiles as he wraps an arm around you

You let out a huff of annoyance that he finds cute.

"Whatever, Kento. Maybe you're just too Japanese." You dismiss as you rest your head on his chest.

He lets out a hum of amusement and just accepts the way you send a mean pinch to his upper thigh. The pain is barely there but he laughs when you gently rub at the spot as a form of apology.

He's never been more glad that he came to Kuantan. He can't wait to visit more corners of the world, hopefully with you at his side. Yes, he's sure he wants to be around you even more, even if you're loud in stores, drink out of red cups, and wear baseball themed shirts. Sure, you might be oh-so-American to everyone else but he loves every bit of it.

Was that a cringe ending? I hope it wasn't.

As an american, I tried to think of stereotypes to put into this fic and struggled. IS that a sign I'm blind to them? Probably. Oops.

Yes, I'm still working on my Gojo fic. Have some Nanami while you wait. Consider this my formal apology for what I did to him in the Gojo fic...

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songsofadelaide · 7 months

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17:35. Kuantan, Malaysia

The faint scents of black coffee and your favourite raspberry black tea tickle your nose as you rouse from a rather deep sleep. What should have been a little catnap turned into a full-blown siesta…

Huh. Somehow you don't feel quite like yourself as you rose from your bed— a two poster with a breezy canopy, the colour to your exact liking. There was an impression on the other side of the bed though the sheets were still neatly folded, as though someone had just gotten up from being comfortably seated for a while.

"Finally awake?"

Nanami's deep voice cuts through your still-muddled thoughts as he takes a seat on your side of the bed this time. He brushes up the hair on your forehead and presses a tender kiss to your temple that leaves you a little baffled.

"Kento! How long have I been asleep?"

"Long enough," he replied as he gently handed you a mug of your tea. You noticed he had the same one, though it was full of his black coffee. It must come in pairs, then… The tea wasn't piping hot anymore, just enough for you to take a sip without burning your tongue. And he never forgets your single sugar cube, too. "You were grumbling in your sleep, but not the sort that would make me wake you."

"Oh, it was probably because I was dreaming—" You cut yourself off before you could even tell him about it—

—all the screaming, all the blood, all the danger that seemed to follow even after all the running you've done.

Was it an omen? A sign of sorts? You didn't want to dwell on that nightmare any further because even just remembering it upset you.

Nanami carefully takes back the mug when he notices you visibly trembling. "What's the matter?"

And you catch the little glimmer of a golden band around his left ring finger, one that matched the diamond ring on yours.

We're married.

You look him in the eyes and you know now for certain that you'd love him in a different life— in that other life, too, but that didn't matter and shouldn't matter anymore because the reality is… There was no blood, no danger, no running around aimlessly— there was just you and Nanami in your cosy seaside residence, the soft chill of the salty afternoon wind gently blowing through your curtains and canopy.

"You know what, I can't remember anymore. It doesn't really matter that much, either," you said with a defeated sigh, your lips slowly curling to a smile as you tried to reach for your tea again. Instead, he slides into your eager arms and hums in agreement.

You're further brought back to your senses when he coiled his long and tense arms around your waist, dragging back your sleepy self to the matter of fact. His voice reverberates against your chest and you feel yourself cling onto him. "You're right. Why bother when reality is so much better?"

— he's here. He always has been. And he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

#songsofadelaidewrites💛#jujutsu kaisen #we're all sleeping at nanami's seaside residence #i don't know why i'm crying in the club rn #you still would have been mine we would have been timeless #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader

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softstargirl · 5 months

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You’ll Do Great.

Husband!Nanami Kento/Wife!Reader, Reader's pregnant, a bit suggestive. Fluff & Angst.

It's sobbing season!!! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

“Finally. I have you all to myself.” Nanami murmured in [Y/N]'s ear as he carried her bridal style into the master bedroom of the villa he rented out just for their honeymoon.

“Yes, you do. I'm all yours.” [Y/N] teased him, once brought down, then gasped in delight when Nanami peppered their neck with soft kisses as his hands moved downwards to clutch onto her waist covered by her wedding gown.

The gemstone on her wedding ring gleamed brightly as her hands rested on his shoulders. Their lips intertwined in absolute need as his hand moved upwards to unzip her gown. They fell onto the bed and Nanami straightened himself and took a sharp breath as he beheld the sight before him.

[Y/N], sprawled out on his bed, her wedding gown spread on the white, rose-covered, blanket, her straps laid on the sides of her shoulders which exposed the curve of her breasts and most of all, the gaze of absolute admiration on her face as she smiled at him.

“You're so handsome, Nanami. I can't believe you're mine.” [Y/N] admired as her ring hand reached upwards and caressed his face as tears formed in her eyes. “I'm so happy right now, my love”.

“I love you so much, [Y/N]. You don't know how happy you've made me by allowing me to marry you. Thank you.” Nanami thanked and a stray tear from his eye was wiped by [Y/N] as hers dripped below her.

Their lips met once more and heat filled the room as desire overcame them.

“Thank you, my love. Thank you so much.” Nanami uttered thanks as he kissed [Y/N] all, tears pouring out of his eyes in joy as he caressed [Y/N]'s tummy, excitement brewing in his heart at the thought of the child that was forming in her at the current moment.

[Y/N] cried happily, her head on his chest as she placed her hand atop his, happy that he would cherish their child as much as she would.

“What about your duties as a jujutsu sorcerer, Nanami? What will happen if we find out I'm pregnant?” [Y/N] whispered in his ear, worried as she looked at the floor in the hospital room as the doctor awaited the results in the lab.

“It'll be alright, my love. I'll handle it. I always do, hun.” Nanami assured then kissed her palm. “I'll be the greatest dad to our child if the results come back positive. I promise you.”

“You better be”. [Y/N] joked and grinned as Nanami bent down to kiss them.”

“I will be. Just like their amazing mother who will be the greatest mum in the world.”

[Y/N] closed her eyes and took in the atmosphere of Kuantan's beach as water washed over her feet as she stood at the shore. Looking to the side, she could swear that she saw a silhouette with short blond hair flowing in the wind at the distance in the sea but it was just a figment of her imagination. Figment.

Her eyes held the gaze of mourning as she held her stomach, now large with kins.

“Gosh, 'Nami would have loved to hold them in his arms.”

“I wish I could have gotten more moments to cherish you, my love”. The voice recording continued. [Y/N] heard the pain in his voice as he tried to hold a groan. He paused for a moment to hold another one then continued.

“You were right, as always. I should have tried to read the pile of books I previously bought but never bothered to before buying another one. Maybe you'll read them for me.”

“We should have gone on that trip to Malaysia. We could have searched for a home right next to the beach and laid down on the wet sand as we thought about how our children would grow up there”.

“You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress. Thank you so much for letting me marry you. It was the happiest day of my life. The birth of our children would have been too.”

“I'm sorry that I can't be there for you and our children. I was so happy when I saw them on the ultrasound, they were so precious. I wish I was able to watch them throughout all the moments of their lives. I wish I could hold my two girls and my boy. Please cherish them for me.”

“You'll be a great mother to them. You'll do great.”

“[Y/N], I love you so much. I love you and our children so, so much”.

“Stay strong for me, for our children, [Y/N]. I love you”.

Nanami sent the message, hoping the signal would come back before his phone eventually got ruined and placed it somewhere he doubted it would be broken quickly.

With every step he took, awareness of the life he was about to leave dawned on him.

He could only hope that [Y/N] and his children would forgive him.

“[Y/N]'s a strong woman. She’ll be alright.”

[Y/N] sobbed and awkwardly sat on the wet sand. “N-Nana-mi!” Her voice broke as she bawled for her late husband.

“H-ow will I do a-ll of this wit-hout you?!”

Nanami made sure that everything would go to her before his passing on and left a note, informing her of the file on his laptop that had his suggestions for what was to be their home.

Due to the situation in Shibuya, [Y/N] left for Malaysia and headed for the home she picked. She picked what seemed to be Nanami's favourite out of the list.

Further into the PDF, [Y/N] found a number for a nanny if she ever needed one. Yasmine Otokpul.

“Mrs. Kento, are you alright?!” Yasmine yelled as she rushed to [Y/N] and knelt beside her. She rubbed up and down [Y/N]'s back whilst she checked for any signs of bleeding or injury and sighed in relief when she found none. “I miss him, Yasmine! I really miss him!” [Y/N] sobbed and set her head on Yasmin's chest.

“It will be alright, [Y/N]. Nanami would have wanted you to be strong for him. He loved you so much. If he were here, he'd be so proud of you for how well you're handling yourself for your family. You have to remain calm, you're getting closer to the birth.”

“T-Thank yo-u, Yas-mine.”

They remained quiet, save for [Y/N]'s sobs and sniffles as they watched the sunset intertwine with the sea then headed home. [Y/N], once more, could swear that she saw her late husband, wearing his classic blue shirt and white khaki pants in the waves, smiling at her as droplets of water sprinkled around him. She blinked and he was gone.

[Y/N] looked away and continued to move as she caressed her stomach.

“Your father would have loved you guys so much. I'm going to make sure I raise every single one of you well.”

This is how I imagine them if they were fortunate enough to age together. Lmao! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

#☁️🌟🩷writes #jjk nanami #nanami x fem!reader #kento nanami #nanami angst #nanami kento #husband!nanami #jjk fanfic #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #it's sobbing season fr 😭

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thecountesstribe · 5 months

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SPOILER AHEAD AND A RANT

Y'all cannot phantom how absolutely gut wrenching the transitions between Nanami's fight and basically his last dance was to me.

All he wanted was a house in Malaysia and his book collection to read, was that so hard to give him??!!! Then the "I have done enough, haven't I?" line. How am I to recover. You did enough Nanami, you did more than enough. He was so at peace in his dream and he didn't even open his eyes to view it.

How could anybody ever really forget his last words to Itadori. The fact that he could've gone to seek medical aid but he decided to check on everybody else and keep heading towards the danger to protect everyone will never sit right with me. That's so like him and I'm proud but I'm so sad.

He was such a good sensei and the best example of what a jujutsu sorcerer should be. He should've gotten his happy ending dammit. Gege if you wanted to take a sensei MeiMei was right there. Mahito count your days, I hate you.

Another note the JJK Team really did that. I'm still in awe. Knowing everything they have to go through concerning the episodes and they still made it so beautiful, I'm so grateful.

GEGE I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!! IF I WIN YOU GOTTA BRING HIM AND EVERYBODY YOU TOOK BACK😭

I wish I could go back to the person I was before I read that part in the manga and watched the episode. I knew it was coming but I'm still so sad.

Nanami Kento your legend will live on forever.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami #nanamin #gege akutami #anime #manga #spoilers #he was so special to me #he was my favorite character

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mrscordonean · 5 months

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I miss you, Nanami 💔

"Hey, honey I'm home" Nanami stands at the door covered in blood, he's 23 minutes overtime. "Kento! What the heck happened to you, i thought you had died!"

You rush up to him patting his face dry. He grabs your hips pulling you in and kissing your hand. You kiss him passionately. Nanami smiles "I will never leave you".

Later

The next day Nanami heads for work and later that day Gojo shows up to your house. He knocks and you open the door, he's holding a tie, Nanami's tie. "What it this?". Gojo keeps his head down. "No... Please not now why", you drop to the ground, the tie in your hand, you squeeze it "Yuuji found this after that curse... Killed him" Gojo says if a regretful voice. "You.. Why didn't you save him?" "I wouldn't have gotten there in time" "Why the heck does that matter?! You could have at least tried!" you're getting angrier. "Why are you pinning this on me? Yuuji was there to experience his death!" Gojo says firmly "Yuuji is just a boy he doesn't have to strength to fight of a curse by himself!"

Then you said something you'd regret.

"The strongest my butt!, if you were the strongest then you would have gotten out of that box and saved my husband instead of sit on your lazy butt waiting for some newbie sorcerer to save you!". You scream at Gojo. "Do you know how hard it is to be a jujutsu sorcerer? of course you wouldnt know because all you do is sit on your ass every day while Nanami goes to risk his life!" Gojo snaps back. "Get out" you say sternly. Gojo looks at you stunned "I said get out!" Gojo leaves slamming the door.

The following week

Gojo, after contemplating whether he should go or not, finds his way to your house. He knocks on the door and you opens it. "Gojo" you quickly wrap your arms around him and he hugs you back. "I'm sorry i shouldn't have snapped at you". It seems like he wasn't listening as he says something completely different. "I'm going to get revenge", he squeezes you tighter. "I'm going to kill that curse for ever touching a hair on his head". Fat tears start to roll down your cheeks. "Yeah, he wanted to go to Malaysia then we were going to have a kid". You cry even harder. "I'm sorry" Gojo holds you firmly as if you would disappear if he let go. "I love you" Your head jolts up and you looked Gojo straight in the eye. "But i know you've only ever loved Nanami" he continues. "Gojo, i can't do this right now" you look at him tired. "I know i just wanted to get it out, give me an answer when you're ready, bye". he lets go of you and walks away not turning back to face you.

#nanami x black!reader #nanami kento #My love mine all mine #Spotify

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imgoingtohellsofuckit · 2 years

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I’ll always make it back to you

Kento Nanami x reader

Contains: Angst, Hurt no comfort, Manga spoilers, Shibuya Incident arc spoilers, MANGA SPOILERS, major character death

Summary: Nanami makes a promise to always come back to you.

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There is something special in the way Nanami thought of you. How highly he regarded you in comparison to everything and everyone else in the world. How if you ever asked he would destroy the world for. Just because he is so helplessly in love with you. Everyone knew it. How the two of you were a force against the world. In every bad thing that's ever happened to you both somehow, you two managed to smile. To use it as a reason to hold each other closer. For each kiss to last a little longer.

So if the universe made two people so utterly perfect for each other then why the hell did it rip you two apart?

“Masamichi come on I should be in there,” You argue to the principal, “me sitting out here isn’t helping anyone.”

“You can help Shoko with the injured,” He counters, “not everyone can use the reversed technique we need everyone who can out here helping the injured sorcerers and civilians.” You huff lightly. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it or cause a scene because deep down you know he’s right but the dread of not knowing. Of waiting for something to happen while you just sit on the sidelines. It’s infuriating. Especially when they have your fiance on the front lines.

“Nanami will be fine,” Shoko assures you, “he’s a strong guy.” You nod lightly. You know there's some logic in the words. Kento Nanami has survived some of the worst situations… it’s entirely unlikely that he’d be taken out. But that doesn’t soothe your twisting gut. The fear of that chance. Things go wrong- and he’s always gotten so lucky. You can’t always get lucky.

“Where do you need me?” You reply instead of voicing your concerns. Fearing of speaking the worst into existence. Shoko points over to a group of assistants. You nod hurrying over in hopes of helping them.

The world seemed to align the day you and Nanami met. It was both of your first days at the Tokoyo school. He and Yu were already sitting together, the latter trying to get the blond to chat with him. The second you stepped into the room you peaked Nanami’s attention. Some say that when you met someone you’re destined to be with that it feels like seeing color for the first time. The world feels more beautiful more complete. Nanami thought that was always exaggerated. He remembered hearing it as a kid and would just simply roll his eyes. Huffing about how unrealistic that was and how the whole idea of love at first sight was. He sure did eat his words on that one. From the second you walked into the room he was putty in your hands.

Nanami never thought much about his end…

That’s a lie. He thought about it often. Every time he was away from you on a mission he worried. Worried that this time would finally be the end of him. It would finally be the time that he didn’t come home. Regardless of all those promises you two exchange at your front door. Fate didn’t stop for anyone or anything. Not even desperate empty promises. His worst fear was just this. Reaching his end without being able to say a real goodbye. Without being able to tell you just how much he loves you.

His steps are weak and slow. Each one sending flames of pain throughout him. His body is burned bad. He’s got a foot in the grave. But he’s not going down just yet. He’s forcing himself to keep going. To keep trying. If he’s going to die then he’s gonna make it count.

As he reaches the next floor the transfigured humans surround him. He looks up to the ceiling weakly.

“Yeah Malaysia,” He says weakly, “Malaysia… Kuantan would be nice.”

“Build a house on a secluded beach. Finally, get around to the countless books I’ve bought but never read. Go through them page by page taking back the time I’ve lost… Y/n and I can get married on the beach. Just us and an official. Then we can spend the time we never got to spend together…” He thinks to himself. “No right now you’re... You’re heading over to save Fushiguro. But what about Maki and Naobito? What happened to them? And Y/n? Is she okay?” He fumbles slightly in his steps. “Tired… so tired. Yeah, I’m tired. I’ve done enough haven’t i?” He looks back to the transfigured humans. Slicing through them quickly. “I’m gonna- make it to Y/n… Then I’m gonna rest.”

He feels a harsh thud against his chest. His good eye focuses forward. Seeing Mahito before him. The blue-haired man looking at him clearly a little amused. Nanami looks on weakly. Knowing so clearly how this is all going to end.

“I didn’t know you were here,” Nanami says weakly.

“Yup the whole time,” Mahito says as he looks at the blond man almost amused, “wanna chat? We go way back after all.” Nanami lets out a struggled breath.

“Haibara… What the hell was I trying to do anyway?” Nanami thinks to himself, “I ran. Even though I ran I came back with the vague reasoning of finding work worthwhile.” He sees Haibara for a second. His old friend looking just the same as the day he lost him. The figure of Haibara points over in the other direction. Nanami looks over carefully.

“Itadori,” Mojito says eagerly.

“Nanami!” Itadori yells.

Nanami thinks to himself for a second before turning to Itadori. “Itadori… you’ve got it from here,” Nanami says with the strength he has left. His eyes move to the ceiling.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I never wanted you to go through this,” He thinks to himself.

“Nanami promise me you’ll be okay,” you say softly. Your words from the memory resurface as he stands weakly. “Promise me we both will make it back here tonight.”

“I never meant to break the promise Y/n,” He says softly. His words are shaky. If he could muster the strength to cry he would. However, he doesn’t even get the chance before Mahito uses his cursed technique to blow his upper body to bits. Leaving the blond sorcerer completely out of commission.

You stand weakly at the Tokoyo campus. The injured gathered together receiving care from any sorcerer who can help. Since everything started you haven’t had a chance to stop. To gather your thoughts or even really to worry about your fiance. All you could do is wait and hope. You think to yourself that it should be any minute. People have been making it back to the campus in waves. Most are too injured to get back themselves. He and Megumi were separated and he was left with Maki and Naobito. Maki hadn’t seen him since she passed out. Meaning there isn’t much to go off of.

As you try to focus on bandaging up Toge’s severed arm you try to stay calm. Any minute he’ll walk back and the two of you will be fine. You’ll have him and it’ll all be okay. Just like it always is.

“Y/n,” You hear a soft voice. You turn to see Megumi looking at you carefully. You look at him curiously.

“I thought you were cleared- you okay?” You ask moving towards him. Quickly looking over his face for any sign of a wound. His face twists in a clear sadness. You pull back meeting his eyes. “What?” You can tell he has something in his hands. You look down to see what it is. The wrapped weapon brings you to the gut-wrenching reality of the situation. “Oh my god-” You trail off. Your hand moves to cover your mouth. “No no no no- no he’s not.” Megumi looks at you sadly. Tears start to well in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Megumi says softly, “I went back with the recovery team… and we found this and whats- left of him.”

“Left?” You ask weakly. Your gut twisted in horror. You feel like you could puke. The limited contents of your stomach from the nonstop working are itching to get out. “I-” You don’t know what to say. And he doesn’t know what he’s expecting you to say. Megumi looks at you in sympathy. Knowing how terrible this has to be. How world crushing. “I just- he was fine yesterday… I just saw him yesterday… He promised he’d be okay.” The tears slip down your cheeks. Megumi hands the weapon over to you. Carefully you take it. Looking down at it carefully. “Fuck-” You say through a sob, “he promised.” You look up to Megumi carefully. “Where is he?”

“He’s at the front of the school with the other casualties- I really don’t think you should look at him,” Megumi warns, “The principal didn’t even want me to tell you about his body.” You don’t say anything. Instead, you look down at the weapon sobbing weakly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” You say softly, “you’re just a kid Megumi… You couldn’t have changed this…” Tears roll down your cheeks. Megumi doesn’t know what to say. He feels guilty just looking down at you. The way he can’t help at all. Nothing could make this better. And here you are reassuring him. “I know you did your best…”

“I- could have done more,” He says, “If I didn’t get pulled away- I could of helped and-”

“You did everything you could,” You say as you look up at him, “stop doubting that.” He nods lightly as you wipe your eyes carefully. Looking down at the weapon again. “Can I have a minute?” He nods. Then moves over to Inumaki’s side as you slip off. Moving to outside the infirmary. Collapsing down into the hallway. You bury your face in your knees as loud sobs escape you.

The world seemed to align for you and Nanami. No two people more perfect for each other, no better balance seemed to exist. Except the universe isn’t meant to be kind. Nanami knew that. He always knew this day would come. That one day one of you would be ripped from the other. The world always seems to work like that. He’d seen it time and time again with Haibara’s death, with Geto’s betrayal. There was never a time when the universe didn’t punish those who finally seemed to find someone to stand at their side, whether platonic or romantic. No one was spared in the cruel twist of fate.

“Nanami promise me you’ll be okay,” you say softly, “Promise me we both will make it back here tonight.”

“I’ll always make it back to you,” He says as he moves to cup your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :(

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man’s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what you heard jewelry or something and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don��t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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chaotic-noceur · 3 years

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malaysia truly asia

paring: Nanami Kento x Malaysian!Reader

summary: the story of how Nanami had come to know about Malaysia and his first trip to the country he had longed to visit

warnings + contents: food/eating, beach, multilingual reader (malay is mentioned, the rest is implied), malaysia references (contextual notes are provided!)

a/n: I never thought knowing the Malaysian slogan would come in handy but here I am. Words cannot express how excited my Malaysian heart got when Nanami mentioned Malaysia so I'm hurling this into the tumblr void for anyone interested :)

contextual notes + malay transalation

terima kasih = thank you

ringgit = Malaysian currency

tokyo is an hour ahead of kuantan

sunrise is around 7am in Malaysia, anytime from 4-6am in Tokyo (according to google)

roti canai = 'Indian-influenced flatbread dish' (wikipedia)

roti tisu = similar to roti canai, except thinner and shaped like a cone

pasar malam = night market, usually on closed off sections of road

flag erasers are often collected by school kids who purchase them from the on campus bookshop

"You're not from here." He says it with such assertion that there was no room to deny it, not that you were going to. You quirk an eyebrow up at him instead from your place on your bed. He nods to the english book currently in your hands as if it's a way of answer. Your head tilts to one side and he sighs before continuing. "Your Japanese is good, but you speak it with hints of... uncertainty, like it's not your mother tongue." I would know, he doesn't say. Your gaze falls from his bashfully and he seems to realise the implication of his words. "I apologise, I hadn't meant it as an insult. I was merely hoping to ask about your childhood."

Your mouth forms an o before you reply with a curt "I grew up in Malaysia and then my family moved here." He seems to consider your answer for a moment before nodding and returning his attention to his book. The pair of you fall silent, residual noise from Gojo's graduation party filters in to fill the gap. Before long, you notice his gaze flitting around the room as he shifts in his seat, a sure sign that he was looking for an opportunity to speak more. You chuckling lightly before putting your book away. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything." Your eyes narrow slightly to deduce if he's teasing. But his eyes hold nothing but genuine curiosity. It was rare for Nanami to ever display his true emotions but there was something about his eyes that was always readable to you. So you talk. You tell him about the road trips you used to take up the peninsula, showed him photos of your childhood, pointed out the few bits of home that were scattered around your room. He clings on to every word as you tell him about the near-constant summer, complained about the humidity, and reminisced about the food that you dearly missed.

Truthfully, you are surprised by his interest. Few people had even heard of the small, dual-part country, even fewer have shown any interest in learning more. Maybe this is the moment you fell in love with him. Or at least, it's the moment you accept your feelings for him as something beyond an passing crush but as something worth fighting for.

“I hope we can visit it some day,” he says when you finish.

We, not I, you think. Your heart flutters in your chest at the realisation. He is seemingly unaware at the implication. You reply with a simple “maybe”, refusing to give in to the false hope that he returns your feelings.

Some months later, you find him huddled in a quiet corner of the Jujustu High library engrossed in a book of Malaysian history, a small notepad open beside him. Where he acquired the book was beyond you. With nothing better to do with your rare moment of free time, you shrug your shoulders before heading towards him, making noises as you move so as to not startle him when you settle beside him.

You're flipping through your book in search of the bookmark when he speaks, "would you like me to read to you?" You turn to look at him so fast he's concerned you might have gotten whiplash. His cheeks are flushed slightly and he refuses to meet your eye. You blink at him for several moments and he clears his throat awkwardly. "I just - well, I was hoping to practice my English with you. It's um.." he rubs at the base of his neck, "it's been a while since I've spoken it."

"Oh," you begin for lack of words. For as long as you've known him, he has never once mentioned being multilingual. Then again, he rarely ever talked about himself. Preferring to let Yuu take the lead in conversations or to direct questions away from himself. "Sure, I'd love to help!"

"Te-li-ma kah-sir?"

"Te-ri-ma ka-sih," you correct as you swipe through the selection of in-flight movies. Nanami repeats after you and you nod before smiling at him.

"And what about 'where is the toilet?'"

Your tapping stops momentarily. "Formally, or informally?" He deadpans at you and you chuckle in response. "Di manakah tandas?" His pen glides along his pocket notebook before he repeats after you once more. "Love, you know you'll be fine with just English right?"

He drops his pen and takes a sip of beer from the clear plastic cup before responding. "I know, but it's a sign of respect to make an attempt to learn the official language." A soft smile graces your face before you resume your scrolling. You really are the luckiest human on the planet to be able to call him yours.

It's mid-afternoon when you finally leave Kuatan Airport. Travel fatigue begins to set in on the taxi ride to the beach resort Nanami had booked. You loop your arm with his before settling you head on his shoulder. Instead of telling you that you should've slept on the plane like he would've done if it was anyone else, he simply graces your forehead with a kiss before returning his gaze to the map on his phone.

Checking into the resort is a smooth process. Nanami makes quick work of talking to the receptionist before the pair of you make your way to your room, the resort porter guiding you. Nanami had been inclined to refuse but the porter rejected his offer. The pair of you make light conversation with the resort porter as you walk, Nanami using his arsenal of Malay when he can.

When you arrive at your room, Nanami takes your bags from the porter as you unlock the door. He settles the bags inside as you shake the porter's hand in thanks, passing along a 5 ringgit bill. They thank you with a bow before taking their leave. Nanami shoots you a look of surprise when he notices the action. "I wasn't aware that there was a tipping culture in Malaysia."

"There isn't, not to the extent that westerner do anyway. It's really just porters and housekeeping." You shrug.

He scowls at your slightly. "Regardless, you should have informed me," he grumbles. You chuckle at him before patting his chest lightly, avoiding his sunglasses that hang from the v of his button up.

"Well, you'll have plenty of opportunities to leave a tip for housekeeping." You're staying here for two week after all.

As Nanami does a quick sweep of the room, you set up the wifi for your respective devices before making your way to the snack cabinet. You whoop when you find a packet of your favourite childhood snack. Nanami pokes his head out from the bathroom at the sound, only to raise a curious eyebrow when he finds you crouch on the floor, holding the packet as if it was your child. "What?" you exclaim, "I haven't seen these in years!" His arms shoot up in surrender before he returns to his checks, his lips curling into a smile at your antics.

When Nanami returns to the bedroom, he finds you asleep on the sofa, phone slipping from your grip. He removes it before it falls as he rubs at his eyes as the travel fatigue begins to hit him too. The long flight and layover hadn't done either of you any favours but he supposes that what he gets for choosing a city with a small airport.

He changes you out of your travel clothes before moving you to the bed. Once he stashes your valuables into the safe, he freshens himself up before crawling in beside you. You smell of an airport and the mist the flight attendants had sprayed in the cabin but he doesn't care as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

This is peace, he thinks. No missions, no curses and no Gojou Satoru. Just the two of you and a (mostly) endless supply of sunshine. He likes the thought of that.

When he wakes from his nap, you’re no longer by his side. He panics for a moment before he turns and finds you sitting out on the wooden deck, admiring the ocean view as the sun begins to set. Raking a hand through his hair, he climbs out of bed and makes his way to you. You smile at him as he sits down before laying your head against his shoulder, his arm looping around your waist.

“Sorry I threw us off schedule,” you say after a while.

You feel his head shake against yours before he says, “as long as you're by my side, there's nothing to apologise for. We’re on holiday. Let’s enjoy the peace while it lasts.”

“Afraid Gojou’s going to appear out of thin air?” you tease. He groans at the mention of his senior's name.

"Don't mention that name again. You'll jinx us." This time, you can't help laugh against him. You peck his cheek in consolidation and he think maybe, just maybe, for once in his life, Gojou will keep his meddling fingers out of things that are none of his concern.

The next two weeks go by in a blur of delicious food, sandy toes and a ridiculous amount of sweat. If there was one thing you didn't miss about Malaysia, it was the humidity. But it never stopped Nanami from intertwining his fingers with yours or ghosting a kiss onto your temple. The pair of you had quickly settled into fragments of a routine since you had first arrived.

Every morning, Kento watches the sunrise from the cushioned seat on the wooden deck. The first time it happened was unintentional. His body had become habituated to waking up early for work. That, combined with the 1 hour time difference and the fact that the sun rose significantly later in Malaysia, meant that he had woken up well before the sky had shown any indication of light. You were still fast asleep, unmoving even as he slowly untangled himself from you. So as to not disturb you, he made himself a cup of tea and read from his Kindle on the wooden deck until the sun had began poking out of the horizon.

Then it just became his own little ritual. On occasions where you wake with him, the pair of you take a walk along the beach. The ocean waves kiss your bare feet to the beat of a song you do not know as you talk about your plans for the day. You stumble across a sea turtle laying her eggs one morning and the pair of you settle onto the sand, far enough away as to not spook her, but close enough to marvel at the rare sight.

Nanami pulls out his phone after a while to record a quick video and sends it to Yuuji. Not long after, Gojou attempts to facetime him and Nanami turns off his phone without hesitation. You chuckle at their antics before you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Nanami declines all of Gojou calls for you and he gives up after 7 rejections. In hindsight, Nanami really should have seen that coming but he blames the cloud of holiday bliss that fogs his mind.

The rest of your days are spent enjoying the ocean breeze (or more often, the ocean heat), exploring the local attractions, immersing yourselves in the culture and best of all, devouring authentic Malaysian food. Nanami had made a list of the most recommended dining locations ranging from high end restaurants to road side food stalls and you make it your shared mission to visit every single one before you leave.

At each shop, he informs you of the best rated dishes but trusts your instincts/cravings for the most part. You point out any items that he 'has to try, at least once' and he asks questions about the items that pique his interest. More often than not, the pair of you will order a variety of dishes and share them, not able to settle on just one. Being the bread lover that he is, he takes a liking to roti canai. Although he isn't particularly unadventurous with his choices, always settling for a plain roti canai and opting for experimenting with curries instead. So, you take the plunge for him, knowing he'll likely be intrigued by the pointy hat shaped crepe that sits before you — he later learns that it's a roti tisu, or the stuffed roti that arrives. (He thanks you later.)

On your last night there, the pair of you make your way to the biggest pasar malam in the city. Nanami had a list of local fruits that he was hoping to buy while you had a list of souvenir ideas for the kids and your coworkers. You walk hand in hand, following the flow of footfall as your eyes scan the stalls. Nanami doesn't particularly know what he's looking for as he passes the snack stalls but he's enjoying himself all the same as he watches you converse with the stall keepers in a foreign tongue. He slips out of his daze when he feels a cold packet being pressed against his hand. "What's this?" He slips his wrist through the plastic loop and grips the tied-off section of the bag.

"Sugar cane!" you chirp, radiating an excited aura that rivalled Yuuji. Must be the atmosphere, he thinks. He takes a sip through the straw as you receive your change. Sweetness floods his taste buds but don’t overwhelm them. He savours the refreshing coolness it brings, contrasting the humidity. You look to him expectedly as you tug him further down the street. “Good?” you ask over the noise from the crowd.

“Acceptable.” There's a look of content tugging on his features that contradicts his tone and a soft smile tugs at your lips before you're promptly distracted by another stall.

When you finally arrive at the fruit stalls, you’re armed with a packet of cheap flag erasers for the students and an assortment of sugary snacks for the school staff room. The crowd had dwindled as you moved further towards the back of the market, allowing you a clear view of most of the stalls before you.

Nanami tugs on your intertwined hands before leading you towards a stall with mountains of rambutans and mangosteens. He nods politely at the elderly couple manning the store and accepts the plastic basket they hand him. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the smile that tugs at his lips when they greet him in English. Undoubted pleased to be able to use his skills.

“I assume I should pick the ones that are not blackened and soft?” he says to you when the couple finish explaining the pricing. You nod in response as you begin carefully placing fruits into the basket. Nanami mimics your actions beside you before his attention is grabbed by the fruits to your right. “Is that what I believe it to be?”

You follow his gaze as he speaks. When they fall on spiky green fruits and packets of yellow, your eyes light up in delight. “Mhmm,” you hum before turning back to face him. There’s a sparkle of wonder in his eyes that makes you laugh before you turn to speak to the woman, “how much for a packet of durian?”

You look wistfully at the whole durians as the lady bags your items. As much as you would love to see Nanami use his 7:3 technique on the fruit (you can almost sense your ancestors rolling over in their graves at the thought), you know you won't be able to finish it off by yourselves. Besides, there is no guarantee that Nanami wouldn't hate it.

Rather uneventfully, Nanami does not hate durian on instinct — "the smell is uninviting, but the fruit itself is decent," he says as he helps himself to another. So, with the remnants of fruit juice clinging to your lips and the lingering smell of durian on your breath (despite your best efforts to get rid of both), the pair of you now walk along the beach's shoreline. Your pinkies are looped as you rejoice in the complete and utter sense of peace. There are no curses to be worrying about, no impromptu visit from a certain colleague. And for the first time in a long long time, Nanami feels like he can let his guard down. He feels like he doesn’t need to keep looking over his shoulder all the time. He doesn't feel the weight of the country's safety settling in his chest.

“We should come back some time,” he says as the waves lap at your feet gently.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “not sick of fending off mosquitoes and melting in the heat yet?” There’s a teasing glint in your eyes and he chuckles along with you.

He smiles at you then — genuinely, without fear of showing his emotions, shakes his head and kisses your temple gently. “Maybe we can visit your family next time. You can show me where you grew up, your favourite places, where you had your first date...” You smack him across his chest for his teasing while he chuckles at the action.

“Maybe one day.” He interlocks your hands then and ghosts a kiss over your knuckles before looping it over your shoulder to pull you into his chest. One day... when you’re both rid of this curse-riddled life.

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𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 | 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 | 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (here) | 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Finally the end to this fic! I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it. It’s been fun to finally vomit out a ‘long’ fic and I hope to grow so much more in writing as well. Reblogs, comments, shares and likes are really appreciated!!

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Manga Spoilers (Shibuya Arc), Blood, Death, Gore, Pain only pain I’m sorry

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Nanami Kento's life has been... Good, bad, and everything in between. He (and many others) thinks he's mature, independent, the definition of what a proper adult should be like. But really, the only way he's made it this far is because you've been holding his hand the entire time.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 465

Nanami sways on his feet. Searing pain engulfs half of his body as he slices through another group of curses. When will the next one come? When will the last one arrive? His head is muddy with exhaustion and yet he steels himself to stay alive.

He can feel the ring on his finger. Good, good. It’s still there. You. Him.

Maybe you should have gotten married earlier. Sorcery kills. Nanami slows to a stop as Mahito stands before him. When has he ever been there?

“We meet again, Nanami.”

He can’t find the energy to reply. You would have been so pretty, under the sunlight with the breeze tickling your cheeks. His. Yours. He wants to feel the warmth of your soft skin on his again, pressing his lips to yours one last time. Where are you? Are you safe? He had dealt with the curse user that was targeting the managers, so you had to-

Kuantan. Malaysia. That was where he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. God, he wishes he could have given you everything you ever wanted. The Hello Kitty tissue box he insisted clashed with the house’s interior design (much to your dismay), the chocolate bread you had been craving for a week but was out of stock, the love you so desired from him.

He sighs.

“Nanamin!”

Stretch out a hand, slice him in half. That’s all it would take for Nanami to defeat Mahito. But he’s done enough, hasn’t he? All the years spent trying to prove himself, to grow up as quickly as he could — all for nothing. He takes the soft hand of a young, blond boy in his rough one.

“Yuuji,” Nanami breathes.

He looks over, a resigned smile on his face. He chooses to ignore the way Itadori looks utterly horrified.

“Nana-”

“You’ve got it from here.”

Nanami lets his eyes fall shut. Finally, rest.

“Ken-chan! I wanna be with you forever!”

A promise he could never keep, and yet he had looped his pinky around yours at the tender age of six and a half in blind faith. You had never let go for the rest of his life. What could he have ever done without you?

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

Darkness engulfs Nanami. He lets himself sink into it as it comforts him with its presence. Strange — he hadn’t thought that death could ever be so peaceful.

“Ken-chan! Let’s play!” you chirp.

He looks over at you, dressed in your raincoat and boots. The rain falls as the smell of humidity fills the air. The tips of his fingers are wet, yet he reaches out and takes your hand. He would follow you anywhere, after all. Just to be with you.

Just to be with you.

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