meant to be | nanami kento
A/N: i was thinkinh about making other blog for jujutsu kaisen fics but i don't really have time to manage that one so please, bear with me.
now that he thinks about that moment, nanami understands that you two were meant to be together, from the start of your first year in jujutsu high.
"let go, nanami, i will kill him!" you growl through heavy breaths, while trying to escape from nanami's hold. his hands wrapped around your middle were stopping you from choking gojo to death(that's not really possible but he'll still struggle for a little bit), though it's security faded with every passing second since you didn't stop your trying.
the blonde sighs and glares at gojo, silently telling him to apologize for whatever it was that he did to bother you. propably just bragged about being smarter and taller since he is a second-year, knowing how it frustrates you because he also mentions that it's evident in the way you look.
you are aware that he is just messing with you but you hate it, and gojo knows that too well for his own good.
"okay, okay, shrimpy, i won't say that again," satoru smirks down at you, enjoying the way your face shifts into a pout, and leaves, not forgetting to pat nanami on the shoulder though the blonde doesn't appreciate it at all.
kento's arms relax around you, and he turns your body to the left so that you are facing him.
"don't let him get under your skin," he murmurs, hands coming up to cup your cheeks so you are looking back at him.
scanning his now soft face, you nod and let yourself fall on the boy, knowing he'd always catch you.
"why's he such a dick? i didn't even talk to him in the first place," you mumble, small pout still on your lips, and push yourself to stand straight, balancing with the help of his shoulders.
"that's just how he is, he won't change."
he gives you a small smile with a pointed look and, after checking your surroundings, hugs you closer with a small kiss on your forehead.
nanami, with his calm, almost introverted demeanor, always attentive on lessons and practices, and you, who never seemed to stop moving, shining and clicking with anyone, who got in your way. you brought people close like a magnet, with your charming expressions and personality and he was not an exception.
you were the only one, who ever said that his hairstyle made him look he is the one singing "sweet dreams" by eurythmics. at the moment, he had no idea what you were talking about but now this song is always somewhere in the back of his mind with the memory of you.
just like that, you appear by his side, hand on his shoulder and the other wrapping around his waist securely.
he turns around, looking down at you, eyes softening at your messy attire. you still want to sleep, it's evident in the way you rub your face against his back, breathing in his fancy cologne.
"go back to sleep," kento mutters as he ruffles your hair, then smoothing it down.
"i will, just wanted to see you before you leave."
he doesn't hesitate to pepper kisses all over your face and neck, aware of how you like it. he brings you closer, arm wrapping around shoulder and the other cupping your face.
"mmm, you better stop," you mumble, lips never disconnecting from his, as you grip his shirt to not let your hands get in his hair since you know how much time he wastes on styling it. "or gojo might get a taste of his own medicine."
"can you please not mention him while we kiss?"
you giggle at his now bothered expression and pat his chest before heading back to the bed.
"don't be too harsh on him."
"since when do you say something like that about gojo satoru?" he asks warily, throwing on his suit jacket.
you stop mid way and give him a pointed look that says 'like you don't know', implying at the period of his absence from jujutsu high, when the only person you let in was gojo, and he mutters a 'sorry', looking away.
but you are not mad at him so you just wave him off and give him one last kiss before getting into bed.
nanami smiles at the way you wink at him and leaves the house, sighing because it's going to be a long day, without you.