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HELLO MOOTS I KNOW I HAVEN'T BEEN HERE IN A LONG AHHH TIME BUT PLS VOTE FOR GRAVEL BEEPBOOP!!
He may look like just another hot anime man but I SWEARRRR HIS HUMOR IS SO TUMBLR CODED!! A BOYFAILURE AT BEST AND THE EN BRANCH OF HIS COMPANY IS ON THE VERGE OF GETTING THEIR OWN SUPPORT PULLED OUT!!
Context: Cover pulled out financial support for Holostars JP when this poll started happening, meaning less merch, less concerts, less meet and greets, overall they've gotten the short end of the stick and Holostars EN has been feeling the stress of being next to get support pulled off them. The boys are genuinely some of the funniest content creators ever and we don't want support to be taken away from them
Timeline of Gavis Bettel in the Tumblr Sexy Jester poll bracket
March 31
Tumblr user @sexy-people-contests-2026 posts the first round of their tumblr sexy jester/clown poll bracket. Entries were collected via community form, in which a user submitted vtuber Gavis Bettel.
April 3
Cover Corporation (parent company of Hololive Production) announces that they are downsizing their male vtuber branch, Holostars. Company support is almost entirely pulled from their 12 Japanese talents. Fans of their 10 English talents worry that they could be next on the chopping block. A larger discussion on how these talents are marketed by the company also begins.
April 7
Bettel wins his first round against Laughing Jack and moves onto the next round. In this next match up he is put against Shadow Milk Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom.
April 8
Gavis Bettel hits 200k subscribers on YouTube.
April 9
Twitter users are made aware of the poll. Users start coming back to their old tumblr accounts or create new ones to start voting for Bettel.
April 10
Bettel becomes aware of the poll.
He also becomes a popular pick for people who are mad at the writing decisions made in Cookie Run Kingdom.
People also start making joke ship art between Bettel and Shadow Milk (bettelmilk)
April 15
Bettel wins the second round and moves on to round three.
In this round he is put against Pomni from The Amazing Digital Circus.
He talks about the poll bracket on his Week in Review stream and admits he has never used tumblr. Viewers inform him of classic tumblr memes and stories. He also asks the social media team from Bandai Namco America (they often appear in his chat) to get on their defunct tumblr to vote for him (they can't access the account).
April 18
Bettel has an unarchieved karaoke stream to celebrate 200k subscribers, the runner of the of the polls tunes in.
April 19
The official Holostars EN twitter and Instagram accounts make ominous posts about the poll since they are unable to directly link to it due to company policy.
April 20-21
Bettel makes one last rallying cry to see if he can get people to vote for him. He receives endorsements from other vtubers including Elira Pendora, Shu Yamino, and Yu Q. Wilson.
The illustrator for his vtuber model, Senzaki Makoto, also becomes aware of the poll and says she will draw him if he wins the bracket.
April 22
With a rally of support from across the vtuber fan sphere, Bettel is able to beat Pomni.
Fans jokingly say that this poll bracket has done more for advertising Bettel than his company has and also joke that it could save Holostars from further budget cuts. In the semi-final round he is against April from Monster Prom. The poll will end April 29.
Reblogging to confirm that I am/was a part of the Great Bettelion Domination of 2026, this WILL go in the history books, people shall talk about this for generations about the victories and conquests of our lord and savior Gratuitous Bibliothèque.
Please help our sopping wet cat, boyfailure Gerber Baby!! I know i haven't been on this platform in awhile, BUT PLZ PLZ PLZ HELP HIM
HIS COMPANY JUST UNDERCUT THE SUPPORT OF FUNDS TO THE JP BRANCH AND KNOWING COVER WE KNOW THE EN BRANCH MIGHT BE NEXT!! He needs this W and pls go support and watch him he's genuinely so funny
Summary: The one where chicken karaage brings everyone together.
Notes: It's finally happening! Enjoy! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are super appreciated, as always! Thank you to everyone who's read this so far!
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A Bento for Kento Masterlist
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You don’t know why you are going along with Ren’s plan. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s wishful thinking. Whatever the reason, here you are on a Wednesday, thirty minutes before lunchtime, frying chicken karaage.
Once you’re done, you pack it neatly into the bento boxes, along with the already prepared rice balls and tamagoyaki. Ten minutes later, you’re standing in front of an office building that Ren gave you the address for. There’s a sign out front with a familiar name on it. It takes you a moment to realize that this is the name of the company that Nanami used to work for when he was a stockbroker. Interesting. He must have left on good terms if they still let him use their offices.
Stop thinking about him! Your plan is to drop off the food to Ren and then leave. That’s it. Focused on your primary task, you text Ren, informing him that you’re waiting outside. A few minutes later, he walks out the front door, waving cheerfully at you. “Hi sis!”
“Hey! Here you go. Your freshly fried chicken karaage. Enjoy!”
You’re on your heel, ready to head in the opposite direction when he gives you a pout and asks, “You’re leaving already?”
“Yes, I’m leaving. I’m on the clock.” You’re not actually concerned about work, but you need a valid excuse.
“Don’t you want to meet Nanami? Our room is on the fourth floor, it’ll take a minute.” He grabs you and tries to drag you to the entrance.
“Ren, no. I’m going home.” You stand your ground as he keeps tugging at your arm.
“Aren’t you just a little bit curious? Don’t you want to meet the guy who’s been eating your food? You may never get this chance again!”
Ren’s reasoning makes sense. This will be the only time you meet him. You’ll pop in, say hi, then leave. What could go wrong? If for some reason you embarrass yourself, it’ll be fine since you’ll never see him again.
After half a minute of contemplation, you mumble, “Fine.”
You follow Ren, who happily skips through the building. The two of you step into the elevator ascending to the fourth floor, which appears to be unoccupied, for the most part.
“No one works up here?” you ask, strolling down the hallway beside your brother.
“Most of the people on this floor work from home. Nanami used to be an employee here and they still let him use some of the office space.”
“That’s nice. You basically have this whole place to yourselves.”
“Yup! But we only use one conference room and the break room.”
He guides you further into the hall, your heart beating a bit faster from anticipation. Ren leads you into a room on the right. Inside, there’s a couple of desks, a whiteboard, and a projector screen. You spot Ren’s backpack on the desk closest to the door and a briefcase on another near the other side. But no Nanami.
You breathe a sigh of relief.
~~~
Nanami buys a Pocari Sweat from the vending machine as he waits for his tea to brew.
After lunch, him and his student will be going on one more mission before the end of their summer lessons. Ren did well on Monday under Nanami’s guidance, so he expects today will go just as smoothly.
As he retrieves his tea, he hears voices down the hall. He recognizes Ren’s, but not the other. It’s a woman’s voice. They are chatting about the office building. He pokes his head out the door ever-so-slightly to sneak a peek. He nearly drops his tea when he catches a brief glimpse of a woman entering the conference room.
He freezes. Why is she here? Ren didn’t mention his sister visiting.
Just go in there. It’s not a big deal, he tells himself. His feet are frozen to the ground, a bead of sweat forming on this forehead. Is he…nervous?
Finding the will to move, Nanami takes a deep breath and makes his way to the room.
~~~
“He’ll be here any minute, he’s just getting his tea,” Ren explains.
Reaching into your tote bag, you pass him the blue bento. When he opens it, steam billows out from the freshly fried chicken. “Wow, this is amazing! Thank you!” You lean against his desk, back facing the door, as he begins eating.
“I told you it tastes better fresh. You’ve outdone yourself this time,” Ren praises between bites, mouth stuffed with food.
“Hey, don’t talk with your mouth so full, you might choke,” you warn him, ruffling his hair affectionately.
You continue to watch him until you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn around; a tall man with blond hair and thick glasses stands in the doorway. He’s holding a hot tea in one hand and a Pocari Sweat in the other.
Meeting his neutral expression with a smile, you greet, “Hi, you must be Nanami. I’ve heard so much about you.” You hold out your hand, introducing yourself.
He sets the drink on Ren’s desk to return your greeting. “Yes, hello, I am Kento Nanami, Ren’s mentor.” The shake is firm, hand larger than yours. Hopefully he doesn’t notice how sweaty your palm is.
Ren gets up abruptly and announces, “Actually, I’m not feeling a Pocari Sweat right now. I’m going to the break room to get something else!” He practically runs out, leaving you and Nanami alone.
There’s a palpable tension surrounding the room now. Nanami clears his throat again.
After what seems like an eternity of awkward silence, you dig through your tote bag. “Here you go. I hope you enjoy today’s bento.” You hand him Hello Kitty as casually as possible. He takes it, his expression unreadable. You can’t tell if he’s happy, upset, or constipated. Maybe all the above.
“Thank you,” he mutters. He walks to his desk on the other side of the room to set his tea and bento down.
You glance at the doorway, hoping Ren comes back soon. Knowing your brother, he’s probably taking his sweet time in the break room, laughing evilly to himself. This punk left you here on purpose.
Something in your brain snaps. This is the first and last time you’ll ever meet this man. You should say whatever it is you want, get it off your chest. Leave here with a clear conscience. Just do it. No regrets.
You take a few steps towards him. He turns to you.
“I’m sorry for all the silly notes,” you start, pausing for a reaction. He continues to stare at you through his thick, stylish glasses. “I was just joking around. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” You grin and let out a small laugh. “I have a weird sense of humor.” At this point, you’re rambling to fill the strange silence.
“Anyways, I should get going. I hope you enjoy the food. I’ll go find Ren now.” You give him one more warm smile, prepared to make your escape.
Suddenly, you feel a hand around your wrist.
“Don’t.”
You turn to see Nanami holding onto you with a firm grip. When you face him, he’s looking directly into your eyes. His gaze is intense.
“Don’t apologize,” he says in a low voice. He doesn’t relent, still holding onto you. Blood rushes into your cheeks, hot and flustered by the abrupt contact.
Eventually, he loosens into a gentler grasp. His thumb grazes softly against your pulse. It’s too intimate, having him feel your heart pounding through your skin. He finally releases you to open his briefcase, sifting through his belongings until he finds what he’s searching for, facing you again.
“I like them,” he states, showing you the notes. Your notes.
He kept them. He kept all of them.
He says your name faintly. You slowly tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. There’s softness in his eyes now, evident even behind the tinted lenses. Is he leaning in closer to you, or is this your imagination?
“I’m back!” Ren announces loudly, inside the room.
You almost jump, taking two giant steps back, distancing yourself from Nanami. “Okay! I was just about to leave!” You give him a quick glance, noticing that he’s hiding the notes in a closed fist, glancing to the side, a noticeable blush on his cheeks.
With a quick goodbye, you rush out the door, speed-walking through the hall, then sprinting down the stairs to exit the building.
~~~
Nanami doesn’t expect the apology. She doesn’t need to apologize. She didn’t do anything wrong. His heart sinks knowing his lack of response on Friday made her feel some type of way. It made her regretful.
All he can do now is show her. Show her what those notes mean to him. What her kindness means to him. Grabbing her wrist is definitely not part of his plan. But he can’t watch her leave, not like this. Her skin is soft against his rough, calloused fingers. He can feel her quickening pulse on his thumb, matching his.
He doesn’t want to let her go yet, but he does, rummaging through his bag to gather all the precious messages. They’re laid on in his palm like the treasure they are. He wants to thank her for the bentos, for the sweet notes. For making him feel special. But the words are stuck in his throat.
On instinct, he drifts closer to her, an unexplained force drawing him nearer. Is it the desire to hug her? To kiss her?
Ren interrupts before he can do anything else. Then, she’s gone in a flash.
Nanami almost runs after her, but he doesn’t. He sits at his desk, hands trembling slightly, and starts eating his bento. It’s delicious as always, but he’s distracted. He groans internally thinking about how he acted, standing there, gawking at her. Yet, she still graced him with that warm smile. One that lights up a room, turns the most bitter day into the sweetest. However, his efforts to keep a poker face backfired. With the way he behaved, she’ll never want to meet him again.
He recalls Gojo’s words:
If you like someone, just go for it!
There’s nothing wrong with meeting new people and making new friends.
We deserve to be happy.
What has depriving himself from human connection done for him? All it’s done was make his life lonely. He follows the same routines day in, day out. Fulfilling his duties as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Doing his job as a mentor. Maintaining his composure and serious nature. He does all of this, and for what?
He wants to show someone who he is outside of this persona he’s built for himself. He wants to show her who he really is. Not Nanami the Jujutsu Sorcerer. Not Nanami the professional. Not Nanami the serious adult.
Just Kento Nanami.
Kento Nanami, who loves eating food, especially bread. Kento Nanami, who loves receiving a new book as a gift because of the way it feels when he flips through the pages. Kento Nanami, who loves singing karaoke, but only when he’s drunk. Kento Nanami, who loves cuddling, words of affirmation, and being appreciated. That’s who he wants her to see.
She’s a breath of fresh air. The radiance of sunshine in this cold, dark world. A chance at something wonderful in this mundane life of his. He wants her to be the exception to his ridiculous rules.
He finishes his meal and takes out a piece of paper. He thinks carefully before writing. This is his last chance. No regrets.
~~~
Once you are outside, you pause to catch your breath. Breathing subsided, you walk home with the recent interaction replaying in your mind.
That was intense.
He is intense.
You twist your hand around your wrist, the one he touched. His fingers felt rough against your soft skin. You shudder thinking about the visceral way his thumb grazed over your pulse point.
He kept all the notes and made it a point to show you. I like them, he said. Then why didn’t he respond to the last one?
And what about the way he stared at you? What emotion was he conveying to you?
The whole incident leaves you uneasy. The only consolation is that you’ll never have to see each other again. You were supposed to introduce yourself and you did. Mission accomplished. Letting out whatever guilty conscience you had wasn’t necessarily part of the plan, but oh well.
As you enter the front door of your home, you let out a deep sigh. There’s still that tiny part of you that wished it was different. You were secretly hoping for fireworks or confetti. Something out of a cliché rom com that everybody wishes would happen to them.
Another part of you wanted to meet him in hopes of making a new friend. You don’t know him well, except that he loves bread, enjoys your food, and that he’s handsome. It would be nice to have an acquaintance like him, even if nothing romantic comes out of it. With all that happened today, this seems to be another lost cause.
You sink into the couch, buried in the cushions for several minutes, sulking. In the end, life will go on as usual and everything will be fine. With or without Nanami.
~~~
Ren completes his mission, this time completely unscathed. Nanami notices how much more confident he is wielding his weapon than he was on Monday. They discuss Ren’s techniques in more detail as they head back to the office to retrieve their bags.
In the room, they gather their belongings in silence. Ren hasn’t said anything about his sister ever since she left abruptly.
Nanami is tempted to say something, in hopes of redeeming himself for his abhorrent behavior earlier. Ren, however, beats him to it.
“So, you finally met my sister. Did you thank her for the bentos?”
Nanami clutches the handle of his briefcase tightly, nervous to answer. “I tried, but it didn’t come out right.”
Ren raises a brow at him, smirking. “I guess you’ll have to try again on Friday.”
He waves goodbye, disappearing into the hallway. Nanami stands there, bewildered.
~~~
Ren falls asleep on the couch right after dinner, exhausted from the mission earlier today. You take the empty containers out of his bag to wash them. When you open the Hello Kitty bento box, you are surprised to find a message addressed to you:
I’m sorry for how I behaved earlier. I wanted to say thank you for everything, but I was too nervous. I hope we see each other again soon so I can properly say it to you.
P.S. You have a beautiful smile.
You gasp audibly, inspecting the couch to make sure Ren is still asleep, which he is.
Reading it again and again, your eyes linger on the last line. You hold the note against your chest. All of your worries from earlier evaporate. It isn't all ruined. He wants to see you again.
~~~
Friday is Nanami’s last lesson with Ren. In honor of it being his unofficial graduation, he plans to take it easy and do a simple review. Gojo and Nanami will submit their notes to the rest of the Jujutsu High faculty to evaluate. They’re both certain that he will be admitted as a student.
Ren arrives on time, as usual. “Good morning, Nanami!”
“Good morning, Nakamura. It’s your last lesson today. Congratulations.”
“Thanks! I can’t believe it’s already over. Are you going to miss me?”
Nanami smirks. “Believe it or not, I think I will. I’ve enjoyed mentoring you these past few weeks.”
Ren beams at him, delighted. “Aww, Nanami! So you do love me!”
“Don’t push it.”
“Okay, okay. But let’s be real here. I think what you’ll actually miss is all the free food you’ve been getting.”
Nanami stiffens, quietly admitting, “Yes, I will miss that too.”
“Speaking of food, my sister will be dropping by again today to deliver our bentos. Hope that’s cool with you.”
There’s that fluttering in his stomach again. “Yes. That’s fine,” he answers, feigning his calm demeanor as his insides rattle with excitement. He can’t believe it; she’s coming back. Even after his abysmal attitude on Wednesday, she wants to come back. He can’t afford to screw it up this time around.
They review for a few hours until it’s lunch time. Ren checks his phone and mentions, “Oh, she’s almost here! I’ll wait for her outside.”
When he leaves, Nanami walks to one of the windows to inspect his reflection. He realigns his spotted tie and checks his blazer for any lint. He uses his fingers to carefully twist away any loose strands in his hair. Standing straight with his shoulders tall, he takes a deep breath. Then, he removes his glasses and places them delicately into his breast pocket.
He leans against his desk facing the doorway with his foot tapping anxiously. While he waits, he digs through his briefcase, placing something in his pocket. A minute later, the elevator dings in the distance. She’s here.
Their voices grow louder as they walk through the hall. Ren cracks a joke that makes his sister laugh. Nanami’s heart skips a beat.
When they enter the room, there’s that bright smile on her face. When she sees Nanami, it doesn’t falter; in fact, it gets bigger.
“Hello, Nanami.”
~~~
You’re genuinely happy to see him, flaunting the most charming smile you can offer. And after that note from Wednesday, you’re not shy to do it, considering how “beautiful” he considers it.
“Whelp, I’m going to the breakroom to get a drink. Uh, yeah.” Ren hastily makes his exit, leaving you alone with Nanami.
He’s different today. First, he isn’t wearing his glasses, so you can see his eyes properly. His expression is soft, almost inviting. And he’s smiling at you, evoking the fluttering in your belly. Butterflies.
He steps towards you. “I’m happy to see you again.”
Heat surrounds your face. Is the heater on in this room? It’s sweltering hot. Hoping to hide your flustered expression, you rummage through your tote bag. “I hope you enjoy today’s meal,” you say, passing it to him. You focus on his patterned tie straight ahead, too nervous to face him.
“Thank you, I will.” His fingers graze yours as he accepts the box from you. You let your arm fall back to your side, arm tingling as if electricity is coursing through your veins.
He leans in closer to you. He smells nice, like citrus and sandalwood. You keep your gaze forward, not daring to meet his eyes.
“I told you I wanted to thank you properly. So, thank you. For feeding me and for the sweet notes.” His voice is a gentle whisper, as if it’s a secret, only for you to hear.
You finally look up, smiling. “My pleasure.” You are very aware that he’s watching you. His eyes linger on your lips for a second.
After a moment of comfortable silence, he speaks again. “So, does your offer still stand?” He places his free hand in his pants pocket.
“What offer?”
“To make me a ham and cheese sandwich every day?” He smirks at you with a raised brow. He pulls a wrinkled piece of paper out of his pocket, presenting it to you.
Taking a closer look, you realize it’s a familiar message in your handwriting. That can be arranged ;) Happy Friday, Nanami.
You laugh, covering your face behind your hands. “I thought I was being cute when I wrote that! I’m so embarrassed.”
He tilts his head to the side, grinning. “I told you. I like your notes.”
You lower your hands slowly so you can face him again.
“And you are cute.”
You freeze. Did he say…?
“I’m back!” Ren states loudly, perfect timing as usual.
You both break eye contact and glance in different directions as if you’ve been caught doing something naughty. Nanami swallows loudly and observes the bento still in his hand. “I guess we should eat this delicious treat now, before it gets cold.”
At his station, Ren has already uncovered the box. “Can confirm, still very hot.” He takes sharp breaths, inhaling the freshly fried karaage pieces whole.
Nanami looks at you, bento resting on both palms. “I know how hard you worked on this, so will you do the honors?”
Your mind is still reeling from what he said just moments ago. “Huh?”
“Let’s open it together.”
It clicks in your brain, and you nod at him with a grin. You lean closer to the box, Nanami doing the same. Your faces are close to each other, with only Hello Kitty separating you. As you remove the cover, steam escapes from the box like a cloud. The smell is incredible.
You gaze at him through the steam, smiling. His eyes are already on you as he smiles back.
alternatively: your relationship is outed to the public
suna rintaro — mic’d up!
the notification banner grabbed your attention and led you to excitedly gasp. your phone was left abandoned on the couch as you hopped up from your seat to grab your laptop. ever since he had told you that the social media team had decided to give the segment a try, you’d been (im)patiently waiting for the video featuring your boyfriend to be released. you’d been to a couple of his practices and even more of his games so you knew how he acted on the court, but being able to hear what he voiced to himself and his teammates was a whole different side of suna that you were eager to witness.
comfy on the couch with your computer resting on your lap, you clicked the video and let it begin to play. a majority of the audio captured was highlighted by nearly-whispered taunts at the opposing team and lots of quiet praise for himself when he was able to shut down a powerful spike. his behavior was familiar and a constant smile tugged at your lips as you watched him in his element. he was almost as insufferable at work as he was with you at home. luckily, his teammates didn’t seem to mind.
“hey, nice job out there.” komori greeted him at the bench. his voice was less discernable than suna’s, but you could still pick out what he was saying. as the libero handed suna a towel, his other hand lightly smacked his behind.
suna turned around, sparing a quick glance to the sight of the love tap before looking back at komori. “woah, man. that merchandise is spoken for.”
“what are you going on about?” the libero questioned with a confused smile.
“my partner wouldn’t like knowing that other people are so comfortable touching their property.”
“your ass?”
you snorted at the surprise laced in komori’s voice and the way his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. it took a couple more seconds of the video playing before you truly comprehended what suna said.
my partner.
your fingers immediately made work of scrolling down to the comment section to see if any of the viewers had caught that. unsurprisingly, most of the observations left below the video had honed in on just that. you couldn’t count the threads of comments theorizing about who might have been the lucky person that stole suna’s heart.
the jingling of keys reeled you in from going any deeper down the rabbit hole.
“i’m home,” suna sang as he pushed open the door. he kicked off his shoes and dropped the duffel bag he was carrying on the floor, a loud thud echoing throughout the foyer. “i brought dinner.”
he waved a plastic takeout bag in front of him as he sauntered to the kitchen so he could get situated.
“welcome home,” you greeted him. leaving your laptop behind on the coffee table, you stood up and made your way to meet him in the next room over. “your mic’d up video came out today.”
“did it? i forgot we even recorded that.” he sat down on one of the stools positioned near the island counter, nodding his head to the other one beside him in a gesture for you to take a seat. you followed his directions and perched yourself on the chair. suna wasted no time opening his container of food but yours remained unattended as you turned to face him so that you could go on with your interrogation.
“you said some interesting things during it.”
“yeah? like what?” he still hadn’t looked up to meet your eye, too focused on his meal to pay you much mind.
“mm, egging your opponents on, congratulating yourself on your ‘out of this world skills,’ telling komori that your ass belonged to me.”
suna stopped mid-bite. his jaw that was lowered to take in a mouthful of food was now dropped in shock. the noodles that were once hanging loosely from his chopsticks slipped from his hold and fell back into the carton. finally, his gaze fell on you. “i didn’t.”
“oh, you did.”
“you think anyone noticed?” he questioned, reluctantly continuing to fiddle with his stir-fry. his concern didn’t lie with the fact that he’d exposed the relationship that the two of you agreed to keep private for the time being; he was more troubled with the thought of him proclaiming that his butt was an asset of yours. the ordeal was a tad bit embarrassing, even for suna.
“i’d argue that’s all they noticed.” now that you had covered the important stuff, you picked up your own chopsticks to dig into what suna had ordered for you. the dramatic groan suna let out distracted you from eating peacefully. since you had watched the video, part of your mind lingered on the damage control you’d surely be taking part in. suna seemed like he could use the suggestion you had come up with. “but i have an idea, something that might turn people’s attention away from the whole ass thing.”
“i’m all ears.”
“post a picture of us.” it would cement the fact the two of you were together and give everyone something else to talk about. you weren’t sure how suna would feel about officially announcing your relationship, but since he had practically already come out with it, you figured it wouldn’t hurt. and if he wanted to relieve some of that awkwardness he was feeling, this would get the job done.
“fine. get over here.” he pulled his phone out from the pocket of his hoodie, readying to play photographer.
“right now?” your voice was a pitch higher than normal. you weren’t expecting him to want to do it so soon, especially since there was food getting cold in front of him.
“yep, c’mere.” his arm wrapped around your neck and he pulled you into his chest, his lips pressing against your cheek in a sloppy kiss.
“uck, get off!” your fists beat at him playfully, but with your arms crushed in his hold, he was unrelenting. your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to pepper your face with kisses. the halting of constant clicks of shuttering was your only sign that he had finished his fun-loving assault.
despite the glare of disgust you threw him as you got back to your food, suna smiled as he swiped through all the pictures he had taken. there were plenty he could have chosen from within his camera roll, but he thought one of the many new ones would be a better fit for the occasion. “perfect.”
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PROFESSOR NANAMI + ASSISTANT HIGURUMA mdni 18+ —“our little secret”
cw: smut. female yn. nanami x reader x higuruma. oral. no protection. double pen. lots of praise + competitive boys. goofy higuruma :] 3.4k
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you had a type.
whether it be the lazy eyes, tired demeanor or the slightly wrinkled suit—without a doubt—you had a type.
you hadn’t realized the depth of it all until you were caught thirsting for your professor, nanami kento, by your best friend. the smirk on your face shocking her even more when she joked back about his assistant, higuruma hiromi.
putting it into perspective, it made sense. they stood the same and carried themselves similarly. they both seemed to not care as much, but at the same time care more than most. when you thought deeply about it, it was no wonder they spent time with each other even outside of class. the countless times you caught them eating meals together during lunch said enough about their relationship, and it wouldn’t have been a shock if they had been friends prior to the job.
but, who were you to deny it when your friend hit the nail on the head? being able to see you inside and out—lying wasn’t an option—so you decided not to. the small mischievous glint in her eyes had you hesitate at first, as if she knew something you didn’t, but you just assumed it was the drama of it all that kept her intrigued.
“yeah, i would definitely fuck nanami-sensei.”
“and higuruma-sensei?”
“he can watch!”
nanami recognized that glint in her eyes as he stood in the row directly behind you. he was picking up trash, gum wrappers mostly, while eavesdropping with an excuse of giving the janitors a break. he didn’t normally spy in on his students conversations, to be frank, he didn’t care enough. though, when it came to you, it was slightly different.
everything was different when it came to you.
higuruma knew this. your friend knew this. hell—the whole class knew at this point. his trailing eyes were more than obvious as you walked the stairs to your seat, the constant glances in your direction during discussions and a call of your name for questions he had were just the small things that made people begin to suspect something.
it was very unprofessional; he was well aware.
being so infatuated with a student was something he never thought he’d have an issue with. if a hard working student needed any additional help or had insightful questions, he wouldn’t bat an eye to help them out, but that was the root of his issues.
he never expected to feel his throat close as you looked up at him, plump lips parting slightly with a cock of your head—eyebrows slightly furrowed together as if all gears in your brain came to a halt as he tried to explain once more to you.
the vanilla perfume he grew accustomed to with each time you passed invading his nose, provoking him in ways he had never experienced before. he was ashamed to say the least, but he couldn’t help but bask each and every time he watched you come forward with another question after class.
well—that’s how it used to be.
you used to seek him out for help, after hours or through email. the constant form of contact, despite being only school related, was something he looked forward to daily. maybe he did something wrong, he automatically assumed. maybe you were finally getting a hang of his course and no longer needed his assistance.
thoughts plagued his mind for weeks as he watched you walk out of the classroom with your friends, and it wasn’t until a few days prior that he realized he was thinking wrong the entire time.
“have a good evening, nanami-sensei,” you spoke softly while exiting the door, shifting your attention to his normal company, “you as well, hiromi-san.”
hiromi-san. hiromi. san. before, it was higuruma-sensei. now, it was hiromi-san. it was as if he was reading a novel and spontaneously decided to skip several chapters with no other context. the first name basis and change of honorific was enough to keep him up night after night. the thought of not knowing was enough to drive him mad, but the possibility of losing you to someone he least expected pushed him over an edge he didn’t know he was slowly approaching.
he was older with smoother tones to his voice, and maybe just maybe, he was even more experienced. insecurities filled his body unknowingly as he watched the dark haired man catch your eye multiple times during the next class. his assistant was very hands on, something he never paid much attention to before, but the swift pauses and smiles exchanged between the two of you were more than clear to him now.
it was unprofessional, but who was to judge? if anything, nanami didn’t care what anyone thought about him.
well, anyone but you.
holding in his cough, nanami quickly retreated to the front of the classroom. your confession played like a broken record in his mind, the people around him meaning nothing as his hands fumbled for his seat.
one glance at him, you wouldn’t have noticed any difference in his normal stature, but maybe with a second glance you’d be able to notice the forming bulge within his slacks.
though with much effort, he was able to conceal it as he sat down, masking the dizziness with a blank stare. the bags laying beneath his eyes finally worth it in his own twisted way.
as higuruma finished the lecture, the free time he needed greatly to finish online grading was wasted on the deepening pool of arousal growing in his mind. students quickly packed their things to leave as soon as possible and his eyes gravitated towards you—intently.
nanami was never the type to really act out unless pushed against his shell. knowing you was daunting enough, and higuruma only pushed him closer and closer to his limit. well, nanami was well past his limit, and as hard as he wanted to contain his need—his want—for you, the seal against the doors of his patience had cracked open. the light seeped through and there was only one thing to do.
“yn, may we speak for a moment?”
dismissing your friend who teasingly wiggled her eyebrows at you, you met the man with a small smile, “of course.”
his larger figure stood up from the chair he’d been glued into, sitting on the edge of the desk. higuruma’s back faced the both of you as he cleaned the white board, muscles flexing against his tight button up, sleeves rolled against his elbows.
“is there something wrong?”
“i overheard something earlier,” he watched your shoulders tense as he paused, eyes widening slightly as his arms crossed across his chest, “something about extra class studies, i believe. are you struggling with the current course?”
the tension quickly left your body as you let out a small sigh of relief, quickly remembering how your friend had mentioned getting ‘one on one’ tutoring lessons with your incredibly hot professor.
“oh that?” rubbing your elbow awkwardly, his eyes watched yours intensely. face growing hot, you averted his stare quickly, “that’s no big deal, i should be fine!”
placing the eraser down, higuruma turned around towards the conversation. the way you fiddled your fingers brought a small smile to his face—something he noticed you did often when you felt nervous.
because much like nanami, he too had his eye on you.
when he first joined the course, he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a gravitational attraction to you, and it wasn’t hard to notice his superior felt the same way too. in a sense, he understood. you were introverted, yet in an extroverted way. the bounce in your walk, and constant smile when you talked was exactly what a man like him found attractive—a man like nanami found attractive.
it was the nervous confidence that was so… enticing. it was as if you knew what you wanted and how to secure it, and he was sure if you knew how to directly ask without any doubts, you’d definitely get your way.
in a twisted love triangle, neither you or nanami were going to make a move. he had known both of you long enough, even through small interactions, to know nothing would come of it.
but, unlike the two of you, he wasn’t afraid to take action.
“i thought you said you needed my help,” higuruma interjected quickly, shooting his friend a mocking smile, “i even opened up my schedule today for you.”
“i-“ choking slightly, you froze, no memory of what he was mentioning coming to mind, “i’m sorry, i must have forgotten.”
“are you avoiding us, yn?” nanami joined, his words were laced playfully, contradicting his serious expression.
“what-“
“is it because of what you told your friend?”
higuruma chuckled, “oh? what’s she say?”
nanami flexed his forearm, rubbing his jaw softly. silence filled the room once more as he chose his next words carefully, both men looking at each other with a knowing look.
“that she wants to fuck me,” he smiled slightly, a small scoff leaving his lips as if he was in disbelief as he said it out loud, “and for you to watch.”
“verbatim?”
“verbatim.”
your body was frozen as he repeated your earlier words—words that weren’t meant for him to hear. the tension in the room ran thick as you stared at your feet, not knowing what to say, “i-“
“is that how it is?” higuruma swiftly cut you off, stepping closer and lightly placing his hand against your jaw, “he gets all the action and all i can do is watch?”
“does he deserve it more than i do?” a lump formed in your throat as his nose caressed yours, body towering against you, “i can treat you right, want me to prove it to you?”
his breath was hot against your lips, eyes watching down seductively, waiting for your answer.
“yes.” you whispered, finally returning his gaze.
“speak up. he can’t hear you.” nanami stayed in place as he commanded, watching the small nervous shakes of your hand.
“please.”
his lips immediately found yours in a heated kiss. it was hungry, sensational, like built up needs finally making a break. stumbling sideways, your body soon pressed up against nanami’s, his hands finding your hips immediately to hold you into place.
his growing hard flushed against your ass as he watched you both, a slight grind being felt against you. a tight hand was found around your neck in no time, keeping your body to minimal movements as his tongue wrestled yours—fingers sloppily moving to between your legs, rubbing softly and devouring your moans.
“may i?” he asked softly, eyes peering over your shoulder and into nanami’s as you nodded your head. wasting no time, he tugged your pants down to your ankles and met your folds. his fingers formed knowledgeable swirls around your bud after pumping into you several times, admiring the way your head fell back onto his friends shoulder.
ragged breaths filled nanami’s ears, the twitch within his pants becoming more noticeable. completely melting into his body, his hands traveled upwards, running against your soft skin under your shirt slowly, taking in every inch of your body.
his grasp sneaked underneath your bra, feeling your tits with a little pinch. the jolt in your body was ethereal to him—a bounce against his cock left him wanting more.
“look at him, princess.” higuruma commanded, using his dripping wet hand to push your face into nanami’s, “say his name.”
“nanami-s… sensei!”
his lips softly planted onto yours, “kento.”
“f-fuck! kento, s’please, kento.”
your words slurred against his lips, the temptation breaking the very last barrier he had held against you as your orgasm was approaching. the feeling was so fast, so good. being underneath the hands of someone you longed for, and being held by another was something you’d only expect within a wet dream. their experience much larger than yours—handling you to perfection.
the clenching around higuruma’s fingers could be felt against nanami’s crotch, a lewd moan showcased right into his ear as you met your high.
he quickly consumed your noises with his own as you rode it out, the pace softening against your swollen clit as you stained nanami’s slacks.
“trade me spots,” one of them said—you weren’t sure as you were too occupied, feeling the body switch under you as the stars slowly fled your vision, “it’s your turn.”
looking at the door quickly, the lock was undone. the act of this alone was enough, yet nanami felt hungrier. feeling you collapse above him was a dream come true, yet he needed to feel it himself, to do it himself. the thought of you cumming on his cock, screaming his name… he’d just hoped he was able to hold it out.
“please.” your hand met nanami’s jaw as he stood before you, higuruma unbuttoning his shirt behind you as he rubbed up against your ass—wetting him in the process.
“use your words, angel,” the voice behind your whispered, belt clanking onto the floor as he shuffled his pants to the ground, “don’t worry. we won’t judge.”
a small mumble of incoherent words left your lips and higuruma pulled himself free, his cock resting between your thighs and poking out. he was thick—dark. discarding the remainder of your clothes as you were too distracted by his size alone.
“want him to fuck you?” he mumbled jealously, a hint of humor coating his words, “while i watch?”
“no…” shaking your head, you squeezed against his length, eyes meeting nanami’s quickly with a lustful stare, “i wanna feel both of you.”
“hear that nanami? i’ve been promoted.”
you continue to squirm against his cock, watching intensely as nanami slowly stripped before you. his eyes wandered to the door a few times, a bit of worry filling him but not nearly enough to truly care.
“fuck- yeah. keep doing that, i’ll fuck you just like this if you let me.”
“don’t be greedy now,” nanami removed his belt, buttoned shirt opened widely for you to goggle at, “or else she’ll make you watch.”
he let out a dry laugh as he lowered his pants, hard springing free as he stroked himself a few times, stalking closer and kissing you softly. he was smaller than higuruma’s, yet thicker. not as dark but flushed pink. the poking against your torso had you giggle slightly—anxiety from the situation alone dying as he smiled into the kiss.
pulling away, his hands found yours, placing them against his cock. spitting promptly, you stroked back and forth while looking up at him, egging him on.
“have you ever done this before?” higuruma asks, fingers trailing under your thighs. his fingers found their way inside you once more, collecting what they could before rubbing it backwards towards your other hole.
“no,” you shyly admittingly, gasping as he slipped his fingers into a new area. you couldn’t help but clench around him as he moved in and out, adding a second finger and stretching you out slightly, “i’m scared.”
“it’ll hurt a little bit. do you trust me?”
“yes.”
“good girl.”
he continued to add more fingers, watching small tears collect at the sides of your eyes as you rested against him. these men were patient—they didn’t want to hurt you. your hands stayed glued to nanami, playing with his tip as the pain grew larger with each pump.
hesitantly, higuruma pulled his fingers away to align himself up with your ass, nanami being your support as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. bracing yourself quietly, your back arched in approval against his cock, the head tapping against your hole pushing in. a sharp pain shot through your legs with a groan, small words of praise filling your ears.
“just like that, princess. fuck, just like that.”
you felt full as he barely inched in, the small cries meeting nanami’s ear as his hand soothed your back, pushing you lower and lower at a slow pace. the unbearable pain began to feel less intense as he stayed still, holding your hips against his while working his way into you.
“don’t worry about me, princess,” he continued, stretching you out slowly by the second, “it should be him that you worry about.”
your legs laid over higurumas as nanami took his spot, thighs pressing into yours as the tip of his head slid against your glistening folds. pushing forward, he was over the moon. you were as satisfying as he imagined you to feel, or even better. he wondered if you sounded as good—tasted as good. he would soon find out.
tiny noises left your lips as he pushed closer into you, the slow pace ending as he bottomed out, chest against yours—against his assistant’s.
“‘s full!”
nanami’s pace picked up at your moans, nearly doubling over if it weren’t for your captor holding you upright. the dirty thoughts he refused to admit having suddenly held no justice to the real thing.
“mmm,” higuruma groaned against you. the clenching having him bounce softly against your hips, digging his nose into your neck, “fuck you feel good.”
“feels amazing, doesn’t she?”
“she’s perfect.”
higuruma’s hands suddenly found the backside of your knees, lifting them slightly to fasten his small thrusts, making them into larger ones and meeting the same pace as his mentor.
“s—shit! i… it’s so… ‘s big!”
nanami’s lips met yours alarmingly—the battle between your lips and his being cut short with higuruma’s pull of your chin, asserting dominance and getting a turn.
“f—fuck. sorry, i can’t,” higuruma apologized, pushing completely into you at a pace of his liking, “i cant hold back.”
his patience broke quickly like never before, as if it were made of glass and dropped from the top of a building. his words were true to not only him but nanami as well, both of them pushing against you at full force, the knot in your stomach deepening as higurumas fingers pinched your swollen clit.
the feeling was indescribable as the lasting pain soon turned into pleasure, or a twisted mix of them both. the soft noises they both made filled your ears beautifully, hot breaths against skin being exchanged as your tensed legs finally let loose. the arousal against your sweet spots click instantly, peaking nearly instantly as he held you tight.
cumming against nanami, his arms wrapped around higurumas and held you between, the contractions against his cock pushing him over the edge as he released inside you unexpectedly.
“i’m sorry i,” he groaned, still pushing inside you as your squeezes milked him completely, “i didn’t mean to-“
cutting him off with a kiss, his moan was muffled against yours. the mixture of this seed and yours dripping down towards higuruma, helping him thrust even easier.
“so warm.” his body was melting into you as nanami held you closer, dick throbbing at the wetness seeping onto his own thighs.
his legs pushed harshly into yours as his climax approached, the visual of nanami’s tongue playing with yours pushing him closer and closer as you continued to bounce in his lap.
sinking his teeth into your shoulder, he let out an ungodly growl. finishing within you, he continue to move back and forth to finish completely. the sweat collecting against his chest stuck to your back as you were still sandwiched between the two men, breathing continued to fill your ears with loud huffs.
“i told you that i’d,” higuruma breathed, stopping mid-sentence to catch air, “i told you that i’d prove it, didn’t i?”
ignoring his witty comment, nanami’s face pressed into the side of yours, sleepy eyes watching as you watched back, “we didn’t hurt you too much, did we?”
“mmm,” your neck parted at the soft lips planting against your skin from behind, “no, no you didn’t.”
the hot feeling between your legs died down slowly as the only support against your weak body was the ones holding you up, pain slightly shooting through your body with any small move.
higuruma continued to kiss against your neck softly, nanami finding your lips once more to have another quick taste.
“if you want anymore additional help,” he softly asked, running his hands down your sides and pulling you closer, “we’re more than happy to accommodate you.”
he chuckled behind you, “as long as it’s our little secret, yeah?”
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