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• Nagumo

✦ Etched in Infinity . 📜

✦ An art, not a scar . 🩹📜

✦ A drunken mess . 📜

✦ Still, Always . 📜🩹

✦ Nagumo series:

—Melted hearts . 📜

—Mission: Heartstrings . 📜🩹🥨

—Once a target, always . 📜

—Bound to the past . 📜🩹

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I JUST WATCHED YOUR LIVE!!! YOUR SO PRETTY!!!💖

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[ilylmwwifys]

UGHH THE NAGUMO SERIES WAS SO GOOD CAN U GIVE US A PART 4 PLS TYTYYSMM 😭😭

—𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕

⏳ ,, fluff , light angst , pt. 3 , read a/n

. 🕰 ; The past was catching up faster than you expected. What would've happened if he wasn't there?

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The night air was thick with the scent of rain, lingering from the earlier downpour. The dim streetlights flickered, casting elongated shadows as you made your way home.

Your fingers were still curled around your phone, Nagumo’s last message yesterday night glowing on the screen.

Nagumo: Because this time, I’ll be the one chasing you.

Your grip tightened. You should have blocked him then and there. Yet, your thumb hovered over the option, hesitation pooling in your chest.

You sighed, slipping your phone into your pocket as you reached your apartment complex. The familiar creak of the stairwell echoed around you as you climbed the steps. A normal night, just like any other.

Except it wasn’t.

Because as you reached your door, you felt it. That unmistakable prickle at the back of your neck, the phantom of a presence too familiar to ignore.

You weren’t alone.

Your body moved on instinct, fingers ghosting over the hilt of the blade hidden in your bag.

A slow clap cut through the silence.

"You still notice me that easily? I should be offended."

Your breath hitched.

Nagumo. Again

Leaning against the railing, dressed casually as if he had every right to be there, was the last person you wanted to see. The same infuriating smirk graced his lips, but his voided eyes gleamed with something deeper. Amusement. Calculation. Something you couldn’t quite place.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Your voice was sharper than intended.

He lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Easy there. I’m not here to fight. I was just wondering if you’d actually go home alone tonight."

Your stomach twisted as you tilted your head. "Why wouldn’t I?"

Nagumo’s smirk faltered, just for a second. "Because someone else was watching you before I got here."

A cold weight settled in your chest.

"I handled it," he continued, stretching his arms behind his head. "But, y'know, you should really stop pretending you’re safe."

Your fingers twitched. "I don’t need your help, Nagumo."

"Oh?" He stepped closer, his presence pressing against yours like a storm cloud ready to burst. "Then tell me, what were you planning to do if it wasn’t me standing here? If it was someone else? Someone with bad intentions?"

You scoffed. "I can take care of myself."

"Of course you can." His voice dropped, softer now. "But it’s not just you anymore, is it?"

Your breath caught.

Nagumo’s gaze didn’t waver, as if reading the exact thought in your mind. "You have too much to lose now. And whoever’s after you knows it."

Your fingers curled into fists. "I told you, I left all of that behind. There’s no reason for anyone to come after me."

Nagumo tilted his head, studying you. "You really believe that?"

You wanted to. God, you wanted to.

But the unease in your gut told you otherwise.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the distant hum of the city, the occasional drip of rainwater from the eaves above.

Then, Nagumo sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Look, I’m not here to drag you back. I just…" He hesitated, then shrugged. "I just don’t want you disappearing again."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You hated how easily he made you falter.

"Go home, Nagumo," you muttered, turning toward your door.

But before you could step inside, you felt it—a feather-light touch on your wrist. Just for a second. Just long enough to make you freeze.

"Be careful, alright?" His voice was unusually gentle. "If you need me, I’ll be around."

And just like that, he was gone.

Leaving you with a racing heart and a suffocating sense of uncertainty.

Who was watching you tonight? And if Nagumo hadn’t been there—what would’ve happened?

You exhaled shakily, pushing the thought aside. You couldn’t afford to dwell on it.

Not when the past was catching up faster than you ever expected.

. [📜] I'm sorry if this took so long, i've been really busy and currently forcing myself to write. I'm also sorry if this was short, I'll try to make a part 5 if someone requests it.

ˏ 「🗝」 Bound to the past = Symbolizing the reader being caught between the past and present, unable to fully escape.

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise. (If you find a similar plot or my Y/n's character w/o no credits to me, please tell me.) I DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE EVEN IF IT IS A MUTUAL OF MINE OR FRIEND TO STEAL MY CHARACTERS AND PLOT!

[ilylmwwifys]

sorry if I haven't written something in the past few days, im really busy since our exams r today and have been dealing with personal problems. I'll try to do ur requests once we're finished on our exam and other school works :)

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If I were to make a Sakamoto fanfic book, would anyone read it..

[ilylmwwifys]

Is it only me or i feel like lower case intended fics r so good,,

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—𝑬𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

⏳ ,, fluff , one-shot

. 🕰 ; Permanents on each other—marks not just of ink, but understanding.

“You sure about this?” you asked, rolling up your sleeves and adjusting the tattoo machine in your hand.

Nagumo grinned, lounging lazily in the chair across from you. “Course I am. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I mess up and give you the worst tattoo of your life.”

He snorted. “Then it’ll still be our worst tattoo. That’s gotta count for something.”

You shook your head, biting back a smile. “Idiot.”

The tattoo parlor was quiet, save for the steady hum of the needle. The air smelled of antiseptic and ink, and in this dim light, Nagumo looked almost relaxed—which was rare for him, since by now—he would probably leave a comment how you suck at this.

You had spent the past hour going back and forth about what tattoo to give each other. And considering the insane designs already covering Nagumo’s skin, fractals, paradoxes, cryptic quotes—you knew it had to be something that fit.

“Alright,” you said, tapping the stencil on his forearm. “Final call. Last chance to back out.”

Nagumo glanced down at the design and smirked.

A Möbius strip.

An infinite loop. A paradox. A representation of eternity, self-reference, and a never-ending path—which, frankly, fit Nagumo perfectly.

“I like it,” he said. “It suits me, don’t you think?”

You huffed. “A shape that never stops contradicting itself? Yeah, it’s perfect.”

Nagumo laughed. “Flattered.”

You rolled your eyes but focused as you pressed the needle to his skin. The machine buzzed to life, and you carefully traced the lines, your hand steady despite the weight of the moment.

Nagumo didn’t flinch—not that you expected him to. He just watched, smirking every now and then. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had practice.”

“On what? Grapefruits?”

You arched a brow. “You really want to test me while I have a needle in your arm?”

Nagumo chuckled but wisely stayed still.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence. (Thankfully)

Then, as you wiped away excess ink, you leaned back and admired your work.

The Möbius strip sat cleanly on his skin, the loops seamless.

Nagumo turned his arm, grinning. “Damn. You are good.”

You scoffed. “Of course,no shit”

He chucled before he ran his fingers over it before looking at you, eyes glinting. “Your turn.”

You eyed him warily. “I swear, Nagumo, if you put something dumb on me—”

“Oh, ye of little faith.” He tsked. “I’m a professional.”

“no bitch u aren't”

Nagumo smirked, already prepping the stencil. “Trust me.”

You sighed, offering your forearm. “Fine. What am I getting?”

He pressed the design onto your skin, then leaned back, watching your reaction.

Your breath caught.

It was the Golden Ratio Spiral.

A symbol of harmony, balance, and the patterns that exist in all things—from nature to art to the very way galaxies form.

You looked up at him, something unspoken passing between you.

“…You sure about this?” you asked quietly. (You literally did NOT want your arm to get ruined by his crusty musty ahh drawing skills)

Nagumo grinned, his usual teasing lilt softening. “Yeah. It suits you, don’t you think?”

“Anything suits me, bitch”

A symbol of order in a world full of chaos. A reminder that even in randomness, there was always meaning.

You swallowed. “It’s… good, I guess. ”

Nagumo hummed, satisfied. “told you”

The needle buzzed to life again, and you let him mark you—permanent, intentional, just like the ink on his own skin.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the closest thing to forever either of you would ever need.

. [📜] I was fighting my giggles for this💔💔 anyway, u can think this as a continuation of "An art, not a Scar"

ˏ 「🗝」 Etched in Infinity = A nod to the Möbius strip (infinite loop) and the Golden Ratio (endless patterns in nature). Represents how your bond is never-ending.

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise

[ilylmwwifys]

WAIT I FORGOT TO ASK ANONYMOUSLY THIS IS LOWKEY EMBARRASSING

It's completely fine! I happened to do that every time and it IS embarrassing 💔 so, don't feel shy(≧∇≦) I don't bite💔💔

[ilylmwwifys]

Thank you sooooooo much for doing my request ❤❤❤ I feel bad for making you do my request even tho u're not feeling fine T.T

get well soon, mechanist 🙏

You're welcome! Don't feel bad! If anything, I should be the one feeling guilty for making your wait longer. Thank you! feel free to request more nagu! or any sakadays charac:3

[ilylmwwifys]

can you make a one-shot about fem reader and nagumo where fem reader has lots of tattoos all over her body. she got it to cover her scars from her abusive father when she was a kid. so basically, her tattoos are covering her scars! when nagumo finds out, he asks her how she got these scars

I leave the rest to you!

—𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓

⏳ ,, light angst , fluff , one-shot

. 🕰 ; You shaped it and made it an art, and to him—it was the most beautiful thing he laid eyes on.

Nagumo had seen a lot of things in his life—chaos, bloodshed, secrets people would rather die with than reveal. But nothing had ever piqued his curiosity quite like you.

It wasn’t just the way you carried yourself, sharp and untouchable yet somehow warm, or the way your laughter could break through even the thickest tension. It was the ink that decorated your skin, swirling in elaborate patterns across your arms, your back, even peeking from beneath the collar of your shirt.

At first, he hadn’t asked. Nagumo wasn’t the type to pry—at least, not when it came to things that mattered. But the more time he spent around you, the more he realized something about your tattoos: they weren’t just for show.

There were too many of them, covering places where scars would usually hide. Some trailed over your wrists, others curved over your ribs. It was meticulous, not random, not impulsive, but deliberate.

And Nagumo wasn’t an idiot. He knew what people covered.

Which is why, when the two of you sat in a quiet little ramen shop one night after a tiring mission, he finally asked.

The air smelled of miso broth and fresh noodles. You were sitting across from him, sleeves rolled up as you stirred your ramen, the tattoos on your forearms catching the dim glow of the lanterns.

“Your tattoo,” he said casually, lifting his own bowl. “They mean something deeper, don’t they?” he stated, making sure to emphasis the word 'deeper'.

You didn’t look up, but he saw the way your fingers hesitated around your chopsticks.

“Of course they mean something,” you replied, twirling noodles. “Everyone who gets tattoos has a reason. Some people want to express themselves, others do it for aesthetics. Some just like pain.”

Nagumo smirked. “And which one are you?”

You exhaled through your nose, setting your chopsticks down with a soft clink. There was no irritation in your face, but your expression had tightened just enough for him to notice.

“…You really wanna know?”

Nagumo rested his chin on his hand, gaze steady, “Yeah.” For a second, he thought you wouldn’t answer.

Then, without a word, you reached for the hem of your sleeve and tugged it up, exposing more of your arm. The intricate designs of your tattoos stretched higher—waves, cherry blossoms, constellations.

And beneath them, barely visible beneath the ink, were faint, uneven ridges.

Scars.

Nagumo’s smirk faded.

Your voice was quiet when you spoke. “I got these to cover something I didn’t want to remember.” You traced one of the designs absently, as if feeling the past beneath your fingertips. “When I was a kid, my father was… not a good man. And he made sure I never forgot that.”

Nagumo’s grip on his chopsticks tightened. You gave him a small, almost rueful smile. “I used to hate looking at myself. Even after I got away, the scars made me feel like I was still there. Like no matter what I did, I’d always belong to him.”

There was a pause. A breath—your breath.

“But then I realized—” You glanced down at your arm. “—I didn’t have to keep looking at them. I could turn them into something else.”

Nagumo exhaled slowly, watching you. He had never been one for sentimentality. He had seen plenty of broken people, people who carried their pain like a second skin. But you—you had taken yours and remade it.

He lifted his chopsticks, pointing at your arm. “So, the tattoos…?”

You nodded. “They don’t erase what happened, but they change how I see it.” Your fingers traced one of the patterns, a constellation stretching across your wrist. “Instead of remembering pain, I see something I chose. Something beautiful.”

Nagumo didn’t respond right away. He just studied you for a long moment, then leaned back, tapping his chopsticks against the rim of his bowl.

“…You’re kinda cool, y’know that?”

You blinked, then snorted. “That’s your takeaway?”

“Well, yeah.” He grinned. “You turned your past into art. That’s impressive.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a warmth in your gaze now, something softer.

Nagumo tilted his head. “So, do all your tattoos have meaning? Or do you just get whatever looks nice?”

You hummed, considering. “A bit of both.” You pointed to a small tattoo near your collarbone, hidden beneath the edge of your shirt. “This one’s a lotus. It’s about resilience.” Then you gestured to the swirling design on your arm. “This was just because I liked how it looked.”

Nagumo smirked. “And the one on your back?” You narrowed your eyes playfully. “You trying to get me to take my shirt off, Nagumo?”

He chuckled. “I am curious.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s a phoenix.” His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Fitting.” You shrugged, stirring your ramen again. “I like the idea of starting over. You know? By burning away the past and coming back stronger.”

Nagumo went quiet for a beat, then reached for his own sleeve, pushing it up to reveal his forearm. Similar to yours, his skin was marked with numerous unique tattoos.

“You ever thought about giving me a tattoo?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow. “You want one?” You chuckled aware the fact that he probably has more than tattoos than what you know.

“Maybe.” He grinned. “Something simple, though. Like a dot.”

You laughed. “A dot? Really? Your acting like you don't have numerous tattoos."

“Fine...maybe two dots.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Or three, if I’m feeling wild.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but I made you laugh.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Nagumo watched as you absentmindedly traced one of the tattoos on your wrist again, your expression softer now. Lighter.

Your ink wasn’t just about hiding scars.

It was about reclaiming yourself.

And to him, that was the most beautiful thing of all.

. [📜] Sorry if this was poorly written,,, I'm a bit sick atm..! Anyway, I don't really like how this turned out sobs... BUTTT since I think this is POORLY made, I will be making a new one shot (u can think of it as a continuation) where Nagumo n the reader tattooed each other^^

ˏ 「🗝」 An Art, not a Scar

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise.

[ilylmwwifys]

hello! i've been meaning to ask,what would you like to be addressed as? personally, I think it's a bit rude to make a request without knowing your name or pen name!

I don't really have a specific pen name to be addressed by- you can just call me by my username. However, if you read some of my blogs, you can call me "The Mechanist." :3

[ilylmwwifys]

hiii id like to request for a lil drabble about drunk lil nagumo, he drank a lil during sum order meeting but since he's the type to easily get drunk the reader had to drag him back home and like they finally get this whiny clingy lil baby into bed but nagumo wants cuddles so he tries cling the reader into his chest but they refuse because his breath stinks of alcohol so nagumo would obediently go to the bathroom to brush his teeth if it meant for cuddles but lol he's at this point still tipsy so he goes around banging some stuff around making noise that gets reader worried so they end up just holding hands chilling in the bathroom with him HAHAHAHA THIS LIL SCENARIO WAS SO CUTE IN MY HEAD but feel free to change things if needed <3333 ty all the love

—𝑨 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔

⏳ ,, fluff , drabble

. 🕰 ; A little too much to drink, a struggle to get home, and a quiet moment in the bathroom. He’s a mess, but you stay anyway, hand in hand, until sleep takes over.

The Order meeting had barely wrapped up when you realized Nagumo was gone. Not in the sense that he’d left—no, he was still very much here. But one sip too many of whatever questionable alcohol they’d been serving, and now you were left dealing with this.

Nagumo was draped over you, half-limp, half-clinging, his weight pressing down like he’d forgotten how to carry himself. “Y’so mean,” he slurred, breath hot against your shoulder as you struggled to keep him upright. “I was enjoying myself.”

“You enjoyed yourself too much,” you muttered, adjusting your grip on his arm as you dragged him toward his apartment. “Now, come on. I am not carrying you up the stairs.”

He whined—a high-pitched, drawn-out thing that had your eye twitching. He frowned, “You’re heartless.”

“You’re drunk.”

Eventually, after nearly tripping over his own feet twice, you managed to shove him inside and get him to bed. The moment you did, though, Nagumo latched onto you, arms wrapped tight like you were some kind of oversized stuffed toy.

“C’mere,” he mumbled into your hair. “You’re warm.”

You sighed and wrinkled your nose. “You reek.”

Nagumo made a small, wounded noise, blinking down at you with glassy eyes. “That’s rude.”

“What’s rude is expecting me to cuddle you when you smell like a alcohol.”

He pouted, processing your words with the sluggishness of someone very, very intoxicated. Then, with a sudden burst of determination, he wriggled out of bed, swaying slightly as he pointed toward the bathroom. “Fine. I’ll brush my teeth. Then cuddles.”

You sighed. “Nagumo, you can barely stand—”

But he was already on the move. You followed close behind, heart lurching every time he stumbled into furniture. Once inside the bathroom, he grabbed his toothbrush with impressive coordination, only to immediately knock over a cup, then the toothpaste, then nearly himself as he reached for the sink.

Your exasperation melted into concern. With a resigned sigh, you sat down on the closed toilet lid, pulling him down beside you.

“We’re staying right here until you sober up a little,” you said, tugging his hand into yours.

Nagumo blinked at you, then down at your intertwined fingers. A slow, lopsided smile stretched across his face. “Hand-holding? In the bathroom? How scandalous.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t let go.

For a while, you just sat there, hands resting between you, the quiet hum of the bathroom filling the space. Nagumo's grip loosened as the exhaustion crept in, his head eventually slumping onto your shoulder.

“’M still getting cuddles after this,” he mumbled, more asleep than awake.

You sighed. “Yeah, yeah.”

Nagumo let out a satisfied hum, squeezing your hand once before his breathing evened out.

'What a mess,' You thought.

But at least he was your mess.

. [📜] IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE TO MAKE!! I had fun writing though! My bad habit is worrying and then not doing anything about it, and unfortunately, your request became a victim of this habit. I was stressing over my assignments (but ended up ditching them for this instead).

ˏ 「🗝」 A Drunken Mess = "A Drunken Mess" isn’t just about him being tipsy-it’s about the clumsy steps, the stubborn whining, and the way he clings like you’re his lifeline. It’s chaotic, noisy, and a little exhausting, but in the end, he’s your mess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise.

[ilylmwwifys]

To have someone who's willing to proofread my works :<<

[ilylmwwifys]

Me gonna pull all nighter for like one or two requests..!! Stay tuned... 😢😢 this might be my final day