some of my fave animes are : attack on titan, jjk, fruits basket, hxh, demon slayer, nana, haikyuu and so many more ૮₍ ˃ ᵕ ˂ ₎ა (i really love romance animes)
some things i love are: bunnies (if you can’t already tell), music, collecting, hange, shoujo, frat au (LOL), reading manga, princess peach, kyoru, doing my nails, gojo, art, and anything pink or cute ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
Some of my fave artists are : bts, wave to earth, beyoncé, txt, tommy february6, lamp, twice, red velvet, mitski (too many ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১)
my fave games rn are : obey me (i love lucifer sm), love and deepspace (haven’t played in a sec but im a sylus main), mario kart (cat peach main :p), omori
I relate to hachi on a personal level (she’s so ME)
fratboy!satoru and his pathetic crush on artmajor!reader || fluff! slightly ooc? *ೃ༄
satoru gojo’s history with women looked a little something like this..
slept with: 47
dated: 0
with such a stark difference in numbers, it was safe to assume the loser was a grade A slut with no sort of moral compass when it came to the self respect of him or his nighttime partners.
prior to this very moment, satoru had no issue with these stats. the white haired freak knew where he stood with dating, and that was in the furthest corner away from the subject. nothing was able to change his mind on this whole debacle either, his whorish practices were pretty much set in stone and he’d thought it would stay like that until the day he died (or in the odd event in which he’d turn 40 and want to marry. very unlikely with the kinds of risks he took, but still.)
so, each time a girl tried to become anything more than a quick hook up on the weekend, he’d turn them down almost as soon as the words left their mouths. politely, of course, but rejection all hurts the same.
dating and satoru gojo? that was one big red no no.
that was, until he’d caught a fleeting, glorious glimpse of you.
for reasons unknown to anyone he’d fallen head over heels the second his blue eyes had landed on you one night at a sorority mixer. you just looked so different to his usual spectacle when it came to these stuffy parties. you looked like those girls you see once in a lifetime in the city and think about every day from that point on.
“who the fuck is that.” he jabs his best friend suguru’s torso, jutting out his chin to point at you from across the room.
suguru lifts his head and stares intensely, squinting his purple eyes. “nah i can’t see shit, man. need my glasses.” suguru huffs a laugh, and satoru groans.
“oh, for god’s sake.” the lanky man curses and fishes around in his pocket for a second, then pulls loose his own reading glasses smacking them onto geto’s face.
“ahh, i see,”
“yeah well, now y’ do.” satoru rolls his eyes with a small scoff. “what’s her name?”
“that’s [name], she’s in my course actually.”
“shit, she does art?”
“mhm, really good at it too. kinda jealous, i can’t lie.” the raven haired man nods.
suguru starts rambling on about art shit and satoru stops paying attention at that point like he always does when his friend gets into the whole ‘art kid’ spiel.
“right, sounds tough, man. do you have her instagram or somethin’?” he brushes suguru off, trying to make it seem as if he couldn’t care less despite hanging off of suguru’s answer.
suguru messes around with the app before saying, “mhm, here y’ go.” he holds up his phone displaying a very pretty looking account, and satoru snatches up the cell.
“thanks, man.”
and that’s when the obsession properly began.
after looking through your instagram that night, he’d decided you were everything he’d ever wanted and more. you were kind, which was evident in the various charity events you attended with your friends, a quality satoru adored. you loved animals, which was telling from the multiple cat/dog pictures on your year dump highlights, and you had style that rivaled the cool people he always saw lurking around the fashion block. you were so interesting, and he feared you might be the only person he’d let out swag him.
you were complete perfection.
was that really weird to assume after seeing someone once and stalking their social media? yeah, yeah it was. but guys like gojo seriously couldn’t care less.
over the next two weeks gojo spent around half an hour a day waiting outside geto’s art class after physics to ‘walk him back to the frat,’ when really, the brain dead loser was very unstealthily looking for you.
“this is your big plan to get some? jeez man. give it a rest.” a very bored suguru sighed after around the fifth time gojo’d pulled this.
“whatever are you talking about? m’ just being a good friend.” he answered, still unsubtly looking over his shoulder to watch you walking the opposite way back to your dorm, dressed in the prettiest little outfit.
“you’ve made me walk home drunk for an hour because you couldn’t be bothered picking me up from a bar.. you’re the furthest thing from a ‘good frie—”
“—do you ever shut up? god, let me be a changed man.” he half heartedly shot back, peeling his head around when you finally fall just out of sight.
“god, i hate you.” suguru sighs.
“nuh uh.”
“just ask her for her number!”
“nuh uh.”
and he didn’t, but not because he didn’t want to necessarily, but because he just couldn’t.. he got this weird anxious feeling deep down in his gut whenever he told himself he’d try, and gojo was someone very foreign to anxiety. guy could strip naked and go streaking in the streets, but when it came to either sending you a message on instagram or walking up to you to get your number? he just couldn’t do it. it was way, way out of the equation.
he felt like a shy high school girl who had a thing for one of the athletic jocks, a match that was legitimately the other way around.
“sugu, tell me more about that chick.” he falls down onto the couch next to his all-but fed-up-friend another time.
“the chick i’ve already told you every single detail i know about? yeah, no. you wanna know more? go talk to her yourself, pussy.” the man scoffs while flicking through some textbook and jotting down notes and annotations in his skrtch pad.
gojo sighs and gives up, throwing his head back like a child. suguru was right, he’d already picked his brain as much as a brain could be picked. what you did in class, who you hung out with, what kinda music you liked, where you worked. all things he’d then gone to study extensively.
as he’s busy wallowing in self pity at the fact he’d probably never get to speak to you, his eye catches the front cover of the textbook geto was cradling, a colourful abstracted painter’s palette on a white background titled, ‘art, second edition. a visual history.’
“that a new thing you’re studying? haven’t seen you with that book before.”
geto could say all he wanted about gojo and his less than stellar friendship qualities, but he had to admit the idiot was observant.
“mhm, got it new from the professor last week, everyone’s been studying ’em like crazy for our upcoming exam.”
hm.
the next time satoru’s strolling through the university after basketball practice all sweaty and gross, the man stumbles over something and almost trips face first into the grass.
“ah, fuck.” he mutters, steadying himself on a big tree beside him, flinging his head around so fast you’d think he’d get whiplash.
over his shoulder, he spots the cause of his little trip, a thick looking book lying face down in the lush blades of green.
he leans down to pick the thing up, wiping dirt off the cover before something clicks in his head.
art, second edition. a visual history. what geto was studying?
he flicks through the pages, eventually landing on the front, which had a crisp log chart signed with just one name.
[name] [last name], women’s dorm: 4
fucking jackpot.
you’re sat around your dorm just chilling out and painting when you hear three raps on your door.
knock knock knock.
visitors right now? weird.
you drop your brush into the water jar beside you, slip out from your desk, and fiddle with the knob pulling it back just to be met with the frattiest guy you think you’d ever seen.
he’s tall, got tousled white hair topped with a backwards baseball cap, a tight white wife beater stretched around his chest, baggy skater jeans, jordan 4s, and simple silver jewelery littering his wrists, fingers, and neck.
yikes, what did he want with you?
“uh, hey. do y’ need anything?” you ask semi shyly, wiping your face which leaves a small streak of purple paint on your cheek.
the big speech he had planned, the chivalrous toothy smile he had hidden behind his lips, both absolutely nowhere to be seen.
this dummy can’t even reply. he just stands there staring at you like some poor excuse for a serial killer.
“uhm...” you start to close the door comically slow, waiting for some sort of answer before the hinges on the door form a 180 and the lock clicks into place.
satoru is still as stone, mental warfare exploding in his pea sized brain.
fucking say something, satoru!
“hi!”
hi? fucking hi?
“yeah, hi?” you reply, clearly growing more uncomfortable as this horribly cringe situation draws out.
you watch as the mysterious man takes in a deep breath before putting forth his arm. in his grasp sits the art history textbook you were sure you left with utahime.
“oh! thank you so much.” you nod, taking it from his hand only to be left tugging on it... the guy wouldn’t let go!
“so can i... like, can i have it?” you deadpan, pulling on it again. the man lets go and pulls a hand down his chin in a clearly embarrassed fashion.
satoru gojo wanted to die. he was sure as hell the demon lord was out to get him because what the actual fuck was he doing?
lock in, satoru, you can do this. lock in. he reels in his brain, resorting to pep talks. he really was pathetic.
another deep breath later and you finally manage to hear something coherent come from this tall weirdos mouth.
“god, m’ really sorry. must be the weather,, huh?” he awkwardly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck while swaying back and forth on his feet nervously. what was becoming more and more obvious for satoru was that while he could swoon ladies into bed, it’d seem talking to them without intent to fuck was a little more difficult than he’d presumed..
“yep, must be the weather.” you purse your lips, trying your best not to cackle at the movie like awkwardness of all this.
but you can’t help it... you start laughing right in this guy’s face.
and if this wasn’t already going bad, gojo feels the heat in his cheeks triple when he hears that noise. beautiful, but definitely directed at him. and before he knows it, he’s laughing right along with you.
“ah, jeez. i really am sorry.” he chuckles softly. “i really don’t know what i’m doing right now.” he admits, and like the angel you are, you just nod.
“yeah, i can tell. who even are you? where did you find this?” you smile up at him. he’d better be thankful you were so laid back, any other girl would probably call the cops on an interaction like this.
he laughs once more, “my name’s satoru, and uhm... it’s kind of a long story?” he rubs his neck again, peering down at you with a bashful look.
“yeah? well i’ve got the rest of the afternoon. wanna come inside? i’ll make you tea or something. a reward for returning my book. without this thing i’m cooked for my history exam.” you look to him for an answer.
what was it they said? all bad things come to an end or something?
“i would love to.” the usually cocky guy smiles, feeling even more flushed than before.
and with that, he’s being led inside a girl’s dorm, and not just any girl’s dorm, a girl he’s been plotting on for a good three weeks.
not for sex, for tea.
hey, progress is progress!
you sit him down on your small couch and he gawks at your room, he’d just entered every art kid’s dream studio.
there were canvases stood up against every free wall, all shapes and sizes. you had blocks of wet clay and half finished sculptures sat in one corner, and a wall full of free hanging tubes of paint, every colour of the rainbow and their many accompanying hues.
he already thought you were cool, but this took it to the next level.
“you like?” he hears you ask from the small kitchenette.
“hell yeah, your dorm is cool as fuck. my friend suguru would die for a setup like this.” he nods, watching fondly as you place one cup of tea in front of him on the coffee table. he never drinks tea, but if it was you offering, he thinks he’d drink sewer water. he takes a sip and pretends like the near boiling temperature didn’t just scorch his entire throat all nonchalantly.
“suguru, huh? i know him. he’s in my class.” you nod, sitting beside him with your own cup.
every ounce of confidence he’d worked up since that little blip at your door dissipated as soon as your butt hit the couch. damn you art majors and your lack of conservation, he thinks, remembering when him and suguru first met and the man had quite literally bear hugged him and decied they were best friends that night because satoru had a ‘nice vibe.’ he’s sure the man regrets that now, but that’s beside the point.
“so, gonna tell me about my book? make it a good story, too.” you turn to face him, lounging back so effortlessly as you sip at your tea, waiting for the boy to start talking.
he nods, sipping at his drink before clearing his throat. now was his time to swoon you, he could do this...
...do this he did not. in fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were to kick him out for being a stalker right then and there.
instead of making up some cool, amazing story as to how he found out who you were and where he got the book, he’d spilled the beans on his little crush on you.
every. little. detail.
from the instagram to his ill intended walks home with geto, from the countless questions to him almost eating shit tripping over your book. satoru had put it alllll out into the open.
and yet, to his surprise you weren’t staring at him like he’d killed your puppy, your hand wasn’t inching to grab your phone and dial 000, you were laughing. again.
that sweet sound he’d heard before now back in full force as he sits there mortified at the atrocities that spewed from his lips just moments ago.
and just like before, he joins in.
between heaves you’re able to get out a sentence. “so you’re telling me you’ve seen me at a party, stalked my instagram, decided you were in love with me, watched out for me after every single art class, and annoyed poor geto every day for nitpicks on me?”
he’s shyly smiling, trying to let go of his embarrassment as best he could. “that’s uh... that’s pretty much it, yeah.” he cringes, nodding slowly as another puff of laughter comes from your throat.
“and you just so happen to stumble across my book on campus? y’know what that sounds like to me?”
“uh? what?”
“fate.” you smile.
now it was his turn to huff out a laugh.
“you believe in that shit?”
“you don’t?” you retort.
that makes him think. the chronological stages of events were particularly convenient, and he’d fallen upon your book just when he was starting to give up hope...
“i guess you’re right.”
“yeah, well i’m always right.”
“that so?” he chuckles. somehow, in the half an hour in which he’s gotten to speak with you, he’d never felt more joy come out of a conversation and fill him with a sense of life.
you were just so calm. not only did you hear him out after that terrible first impression, but here you were serving him tea in your unfairly cool dorm in unfairly cool mugs with your unfairly cool composition.
“so, if fate wants us to meet so badly, how about we meet again?” you riddle, interrupting his thoughts and causing his eyebrows to shoot up.
did you just.. did she just ask me out?
he thinks he could die happy right here in this very moment. take me god, i'm ready.
“like... like on a—”
“—on a date. i’d like to meet you again, satoru. you’re kind of a weird freak.. but i like it.” you smile, offering him a wink as you sip your tea again.
a weird freak.. the most degrading comment anyone’s ever been brave enough to give him, and instead he takes it as the biggest compliment in the history of compliments.
“i would love to go out on a date with you.”
“i know.”
“do you just?”
“told you, i know everything.”
he laughs once more, shaking his head and looking down at his cup. as he looks back up, he notices the smudge of purple paint still there form before, and with a big surge of confidence he pulls his finger over the mark to wipe it away.
he watches as your eyes go all soft, your lips turning up into a very fond smile. "well, you're definitely cute. i'll give you that."
and the blush he thought he'd got rid of came back just as quick, painting his face in a light pink as he smiles back.
satoru gojo, a guy who once scoffed at the idea of dating was here blushing over a girl calling him cute.. living proof that someone can change for the right kind of person, and he was prepared to make all the sacrifices in the world if it meant seeing that beautiful smile permanently painted on your pretty face.
slept with: 47
dated: 1
a/n i love and hate this guy he's so fun to write but i can't help but make him a pathetic loser </3
sukuna turned the little flower shaped lamp around, the dull yellow lights filling the room while you laid down on your plush mattress, engulfed by your mountain of plushies while he let out a small scoff.
he rolls onto your bed, his hands finding the switch of the lamp, turning it off, the room being shrouded in complete darkness before—
“AAAAHHHH—!!” you screamed a little, unused to the darkness, and with sukuna’s arms around you it almost felt like walls were closing in on you. it was enough to have your mind reeling.
“OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY??” sukuna screamed back, his hands quickly finding the lights agains while you seemed to have curled into the mattress further, like you were trying to hide from something.
“sorry i just…don’t like that dark.”
“well damn you should’ve just said so, i thought i hurt you.” he let out the deepest sigh, meddling with your lights, rolling over next to you before grabbing you by the waist, crushing you in his chest.
“don’t scare me like that again. i don’t wanna scare you, y’know.” he was a lot more careful now, a little awkward while he shifted next to you, slowly petting your hair while you tried to fight off your fit of sleep.
“it’s okay, i feel a little silly. i’m an adult and i’m afraid of the dark.”
“it’s not childish.” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, pressing you flush against his body while you tried to hide your face away from him.
“thank you, kuna.” you yawned, sleep finally taking over your body, while you were enveloped in his warmth.
“ ‘m not used to this i don’t wanna mess this up.” he whispers while you’re dozing away, listening to his heart beat a steady rhythm, the dim yellow lights casting a pretty glow on the two of you while you slept, tangled in each other’s arms, softly snoring while your little flower lamps stood around like tiny fairies keep you away from the dark.
based on this req!! tysm my babeh @drmonstr >.< its super short but i had to write it >_0 yknow i might use this for a longer concept sometime!!
dividers: @//pixopix .
🖇️: all works belong to @liliklei do NOT copy, translate or feed into ai.
It was your first day of university and here you are, eyes glued to your phone trying to find your classes. At this point, you were so stressed about being late that you weren’t even paying attention to where you were walking.
-thud
“Hey”
You look up and see a tall, blonde, buff man… the tall buff man you just bumped into. Unfortunately for you, there were no holes to crawl into, so you really only had one choice.
“I’m so sorryy!”
You say while running away, so loudly that now everyone within a 10-mile radius is looking at you. Nanami notices a small plush Tomoe keychain on the ground.
“Huh, she knows ball…” he thinks. Since you are nowhere to be seen, he picks it up, hoping to see you again later.
—
Finally, you are able to make it to your class safely. You find a seat as close as you can to the front since, of course, you left your glasses back in your dorm. Once you look up, the professor starts introducing himself.
“Hello everyone, welcome to Philosophy 101. I’m Professor Shiu and blah blah blah…” You’re distracted by a familiar face in the corner of your eye… it’s that buff hot guy from earlier??!?!? Why the hell is he standing at the front of the class??? At this point, you needed a portable coffin to hide in..
professor Shiu continues.
“And class, this is Kento Nanami. Nanami, feel free to introduce yourself.”
You are close to exploding of embarrassment, covering your face with your hands for a sec, and right as you remove them, who do you make eye contact with? No other than Nanami himself. He gives you a barely noticeable smile before speaking.
“Hello everyone, I’m Nanami Kento. I’m a third year here and I’ll be here if you have any questions or need any help in the class.”
You look at him up and down, he has nice hair and glasses… crazy build, clean outfit and… a Tomoe keychain hanging off his belt?? Woah… he knows ball? And you have the same one.. crazy coincidence? Match made in heaven? Okay, you need to stop fantasizing over a man whose first impression of you is you bumping into him and screaming sorry while running… it’s so over (name).
You don’t even pay attention to what happened in the class. By the time it was over, your paper was still blank… you just hoped they would be posted online… as you’re packing your stuff and getting ready to leave, you feel a shadow looming above you.. you are NOT going through this again, and as soon as you turn your back, you feel a tap on your shoulder. OF COURSE it’s Nanami.
“Hi..”
“Hey, saw you a bit distracted earlier, I wrote the notes you missed.”
“Whattt no way that’s so kind, thank you!! Also, I’m so sorry for bumping into you earlier, I should’ve been paying more attention..”
He lets out this deep laugh.. you could pass out right there.
“Don’t worry about it, you looked a bit panicked.”
He pulls out his phone.
“Here’s my Insta if you ever need help with anything, feel free to message me.”
“Oh wow, thank you so much!! Also, I like your keychain! I love Kamisama Kiss!!”
Nanami lets out a low chuckle (boner alert!)
“It’s actually your keychain, you dropped it earlier. You ran off so quickly that I couldn’t give it to you then, but no complaints, it gave me an excuse to see you again.” He takes the keychain off his belt and holds it out to you.
“What?!? Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed, kill me. But thank you for keeping him safe!”
“No worries, dear, so you got any plans this Friday?”
(Did he just call me dear? I didn’t imagine that right??)
“No, I don’t, probably just stay in my dorm.”
“Well, my frats are throwing a welcome/first week back party, would you wanna come?”
“That sounds scary..”
“I’ll be with you, I can introduce you to my friends, the decent ones at least.”
“Okay! I’m down”
“Perfect, I’ll send you the details. See you later.” He smiles and walks away.
The fact that you’re still standing shocked you. What the hell did you just agree to??
After a long week of classes you make it back to your dorm still contemplating all the interactions you’ve had with Nanami. You decide to stalk his Instagram like anyone else would. (Is it even stalking or is it using resources?).
“He doesn’t even have any posts. Who the hell is this man?” you say under your breath. He has lots of tagged posts though, the majority of them being him at parties, never him going crazy just him standing there smiling at the camera… so hot.
Suddenly you get a notification from Nanami mid-stalking sesh-
Nanami : Hey, I’ll come by your dorm at 8? Is that alright with you?
You : Yeah! Works for me! My dorm number is 707 :)!
Nanami : Alright, see you then.
… I’m so fucking scared.
You look at the time and realize you should probably start getting ready now.
Finally you were ready to go, you even had time to spare. You sit down on your couch and decide to doomscroll for a bit while waiting for Nanami to say he’s here. It’s 7:59 and you hear a knock at your door.
You walk over and open it (it’s Nanami of course)
“Hi!”
“Hey, you look beautiful… ready to head out?”
“Hehe thank you… and yes!!”
The walk to the frat is a bit awkward, you guys don’t say much to each other than little comments but as you continue you start to understand him a bit more.
“So how long have you been in the frat for?” you ask trying to clear that awkward tension.
“Since my first year, I’m not really into the whole frat thing but my friends from high school asked me to join so I did.”
“Aww that’s sweet…”
“I’m still there because those idiots made me the president.”
“WHAT. You’re the president??”
“Is that shocking?”
“Yeah, you just seem so responsible and mature… oh gosh, wait that sounds so mean”
he laughs softly
“Don’t worry, I appreciate that you see me in that way. I think the guys would say the same that’s why I’m the president.”
By the end of that conversation, you reached the frat house. Music was blasting, people sitting on the front lawn chatting and smoking… this was not your environment at all.
“I know it seems like a lot, but don’t worry, I’ll be with you. Just stand by me, and I’ll introduce you to my friends.”
“kk…”
You and Nanami walk inside. The music just gets louder and louder while you walk into the crowded house, yet you didn’t feel as stressed as you did before. Having Nanami with you was reassuring.
You and Nanami turn a corner and see a huge group of people who start cheering when they see him.
“yoo Nanamin in da houseee!!!”
says this tall guy with white hair.
You can hear Nanami groan.
“Nanami, who’s this?” says this guy with long, beautiful black hair and piercings.
“Everyone, this is (name). She’s new to the school, and she’s pretty awesome, so I thought I’d bring her.”
“Hi guys, it’s nice to meet you.”
The group does a collective “awww.”
Nanami puts his hand on your shoulder.
“I’ll introduce everyone, okay? So this is Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Sukana, Choso, Yuki, Utahime, and Higuruma.”
Satoru speaks up.
“So (name), you drink? Wanna take a shot?”
“Okay, sure!”
Everyone takes a shot with you.
…
Now it’s 12 a.m.
The party is still going strong.
You and Nanami’s friend group are sitting on a couch. At this point, you are way more than a few drinks down and most definitely drunk. You, Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki have just been going back and forth complimenting each other.
Shoko grabs your hand. “Wanna go dance?”
“Yes!! Let’s go!” And all the girls follow as well.
By the time you come back to Nanami, you are far gone and can’t even walk straight.
“Hey, ready to head home?” Nanami says while also softly nudging you to sit down.
“Yeah, I think so,” you say slightly slurring your words.
Nanami kneels down, facing his back towards you, and signals for you to hop on. Without hesitation, you do. He lets you settle comfortably and walks out the door.
It’s a bit chilly outside, but the fresh air feels nice.
“Hey, Nanami.”
“Yes?”
“I had fun today.”
He smiles. “I’m glad (name).”
Followed by a silence, not awkward, just peaceful.
“Hey Nanami.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think your friends like me?”
“Definitely.”
“Yay.”
…
“Nanami.”
“Yes (name)?”
“You smell nice and I like your face.”
He laughs.
“I like your face too.”
You make it to your dorm. Nanami takes his and your shoes off and carries you to your bed. He tucks you in and goes into your bathroom, grabbing some makeup wipes.
“Is it okay if I take off your makeup?”
You nod and close your eyes. Nanami’s hands were warm and gentle, making sure all your makeup was taken off. Once he was done, he threw out the used wipes and grabbed your water bottle. Nanami walked over to the kitchen and refilled your water and brought it to you.
“Make sure you stay hydrated, okay?”
“Hiii, drated.”
Nanami snickered.
“Hey Nanami?”
“Yes (name)?”
“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”
“It’s okay, I’ll get you a garbage can.”
He got up and went to grab you a garbage can.
“Hey Nanami?”
“Yes (name)?”
“Thank you for everything.”
“No thanks needed (name).”
Nanami brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
“I’m gonna head out now, will you be okay?”
You nodded and he turned around. You grabbed a tiny bit of his shirt.
“Nanami, I lied… can you stay? Please?”
He laughed.
“Sure (name), anything you’d like.”
He left to go sleep on the couch.
“Nanami? If you want, you can sleep in my bed? Only if you want to, of course. Oh my god, what am I saying?”
“As long as you promise you’re okay with it (name), I wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m okay with it, I promise.”
Nanami lay down on your bed and you gave you some of your blanket.
“Nanami?”
“Yes?”
“Night night.”
“Good night (name).”
…
Safe to say you were up for a surprise when you woke up the next morning.
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hi hiii cuties!
sorry I haven’t posted in a while,, I’ve been busy and this fic took me forever,, ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა I will try to be more consistent w posting I swear!!!! I kinda gave up on this fic but I hope you guys at least like it a bit ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა take care!
It was your first day of university and here you are, eyes glued to your phone trying to find your classes. At this point, you were so stressed about being late that you weren’t even paying attention to where you were walking.
-thud
“Hey”
You look up and see a tall, blonde, buff man… the tall buff man you just bumped into. Unfortunately for you, there were no holes to crawl into, so you really only had one choice.
“I’m so sorryy!”
You say while running away, so loudly that now everyone within a 10-mile radius is looking at you. Nanami notices a small plush Tomoe keychain on the ground.
“Huh, she knows ball…” he thinks. Since you are nowhere to be seen, he picks it up, hoping to see you again later.
—
Finally, you are able to make it to your class safely. You find a seat as close as you can to the front since, of course, you left your glasses back in your dorm. Once you look up, the professor starts introducing himself.
“Hello everyone, welcome to Philosophy 101. I’m Professor Shiu and blah blah blah…” You’re distracted by a familiar face in the corner of your eye… it’s that buff hot guy from earlier??!?!? Why the hell is he standing at the front of the class??? At this point, you needed a portable coffin to hide in..
professor Shiu continues.
“And class, this is Kento Nanami. Nanami, feel free to introduce yourself.”
You are close to exploding of embarrassment, covering your face with your hands for a sec, and right as you remove them, who do you make eye contact with? No other than Nanami himself. He gives you a barely noticeable smile before speaking.
“Hello everyone, I’m Nanami Kento. I’m a third year here and I’ll be here if you have any questions or need any help in the class.”
You look at him up and down, he has nice hair and glasses… crazy build, clean outfit and… a Tomoe keychain hanging off his belt?? Woah… he knows ball? And you have the same one.. crazy coincidence? Match made in heaven? Okay, you need to stop fantasizing over a man whose first impression of you is you bumping into him and screaming sorry while running… it’s so over (name).
You don’t even pay attention to what happened in the class. By the time it was over, your paper was still blank… you just hoped they would be posted online… as you’re packing your stuff and getting ready to leave, you feel a shadow looming above you.. you are NOT going through this again, and as soon as you turn your back, you feel a tap on your shoulder. OF COURSE it’s Nanami.
“Hi..”
“Hey, saw you a bit distracted earlier, I wrote the notes you missed.”
“Whattt no way that’s so kind, thank you!! Also, I’m so sorry for bumping into you earlier, I should’ve been paying more attention..”
He lets out this deep laugh.. you could pass out right there.
“Don’t worry about it, you looked a bit panicked.”
He pulls out his phone.
“Here’s my Insta if you ever need help with anything, feel free to message me.”
“Oh wow, thank you so much!! Also, I like your keychain! I love Kamisama Kiss!!”
Nanami lets out a low chuckle (boner alert!)
“It’s actually your keychain, you dropped it earlier. You ran off so quickly that I couldn’t give it to you then, but no complaints, it gave me an excuse to see you again.” He takes the keychain off his belt and holds it out to you.
“What?!? Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed, kill me. But thank you for keeping him safe!”
“No worries, dear, so you got any plans this Friday?”
(Did he just call me dear? I didn’t imagine that right??)
“No, I don’t, probably just stay in my dorm.”
“Well, my frats are throwing a welcome/first week back party, would you wanna come?”
“That sounds scary..”
“I’ll be with you, I can introduce you to my friends, the decent ones at least.”
“Okay! I’m down”
“Perfect, I’ll send you the details. See you later.” He smiles and walks away.
The fact that you’re still standing shocked you. What the hell did you just agree to??
After a long week of classes you make it back to your dorm still contemplating all the interactions you’ve had with Nanami. You decide to stalk his Instagram like anyone else would. (Is it even stalking or is it using resources?).
“He doesn’t even have any posts. Who the hell is this man?” you say under your breath. He has lots of tagged posts though, the majority of them being him at parties, never him going crazy just him standing there smiling at the camera… so hot.
Suddenly you get a notification from Nanami mid-stalking sesh-
Nanami : Hey, I’ll come by your dorm at 8? Is that alright with you?
You : Yeah! Works for me! My dorm number is 707 :)!
Nanami : Alright, see you then.
… I’m so fucking scared.
You look at the time and realize you should probably start getting ready now.
Finally you were ready to go, you even had time to spare. You sit down on your couch and decide to doomscroll for a bit while waiting for Nanami to say he’s here. It’s 7:59 and you hear a knock at your door.
You walk over and open it (it’s Nanami of course)
“Hi!”
“Hey, you look beautiful… ready to head out?”
“Hehe thank you… and yes!!”
The walk to the frat is a bit awkward, you guys don’t say much to each other than little comments but as you continue you start to understand him a bit more.
“So how long have you been in the frat for?” you ask trying to clear that awkward tension.
“Since my first year, I’m not really into the whole frat thing but my friends from high school asked me to join so I did.”
“Aww that’s sweet…”
“I’m still there because those idiots made me the president.”
“WHAT. You’re the president??”
“Is that shocking?”
“Yeah, you just seem so responsible and mature… oh gosh, wait that sounds so mean”
he laughs softly
“Don’t worry, I appreciate that you see me in that way. I think the guys would say the same that’s why I’m the president.”
By the end of that conversation, you reached the frat house. Music was blasting, people sitting on the front lawn chatting and smoking… this was not your environment at all.
“I know it seems like a lot, but don’t worry, I’ll be with you. Just stand by me, and I’ll introduce you to my friends.”
“kk…”
You and Nanami walk inside. The music just gets louder and louder while you walk into the crowded house, yet you didn’t feel as stressed as you did before. Having Nanami with you was reassuring.
You and Nanami turn a corner and see a huge group of people who start cheering when they see him.
“yoo Nanamin in da houseee!!!”
says this tall guy with white hair.
You can hear Nanami groan.
“Nanami, who’s this?” says this guy with long, beautiful black hair and piercings.
“Everyone, this is (name). She’s new to the school, and she’s pretty awesome, so I thought I’d bring her.”
“Hi guys, it’s nice to meet you.”
The group does a collective “awww.”
Nanami puts his hand on your shoulder.
“I’ll introduce everyone, okay? So this is Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Sukana, Choso, Yuki, Utahime, and Higuruma.”
Satoru speaks up.
“So (name), you drink? Wanna take a shot?”
“Okay, sure!”
Everyone takes a shot with you.
…
Now it’s 12 a.m.
The party is still going strong.
You and Nanami’s friend group are sitting on a couch. At this point, you are way more than a few drinks down and most definitely drunk. You, Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki have just been going back and forth complimenting each other.
Shoko grabs your hand. “Wanna go dance?”
“Yes!! Let’s go!” And all the girls follow as well.
By the time you come back to Nanami, you are far gone and can’t even walk straight.
“Hey, ready to head home?” Nanami says while also softly nudging you to sit down.
“Yeah, I think so,” you say slightly slurring your words.
Nanami kneels down, facing his back towards you, and signals for you to hop on. Without hesitation, you do. He lets you settle comfortably and walks out the door.
It’s a bit chilly outside, but the fresh air feels nice.
“Hey, Nanami.”
“Yes?”
“I had fun today.”
He smiles. “I’m glad (name).”
Followed by a silence, not awkward, just peaceful.
“Hey Nanami.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think your friends like me?”
“Definitely.”
“Yay.”
…
“Nanami.”
“Yes (name)?”
“You smell nice and I like your face.”
He laughs.
“I like your face too.”
You make it to your dorm. Nanami takes his and your shoes off and carries you to your bed. He tucks you in and goes into your bathroom, grabbing some makeup wipes.
“Is it okay if I take off your makeup?”
You nod and close your eyes. Nanami’s hands were warm and gentle, making sure all your makeup was taken off. Once he was done, he threw out the used wipes and grabbed your water bottle. Nanami walked over to the kitchen and refilled your water and brought it to you.
“Make sure you stay hydrated, okay?”
“Hiii, drated.”
Nanami snickered.
“Hey Nanami?”
“Yes (name)?”
“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”
“It’s okay, I’ll get you a garbage can.”
He got up and went to grab you a garbage can.
“Hey Nanami?”
“Yes (name)?”
“Thank you for everything.”
“No thanks needed (name).”
Nanami brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
“I’m gonna head out now, will you be okay?”
You nodded and he turned around. You grabbed a tiny bit of his shirt.
“Nanami, I lied… can you stay? Please?”
He laughed.
“Sure (name), anything you’d like.”
He left to go sleep on the couch.
“Nanami? If you want, you can sleep in my bed? Only if you want to, of course. Oh my god, what am I saying?”
“As long as you promise you’re okay with it (name), I wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m okay with it, I promise.”
Nanami lay down on your bed and you gave you some of your blanket.
“Nanami?”
“Yes?”
“Night night.”
“Good night (name).”
…
Safe to say you were up for a surprise when you woke up the next morning.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
hi hiii cuties!
sorry I haven’t posted in a while,, I’ve been busy and this fic took me forever,, ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა I will try to be more consistent w posting I swear!!!! I kinda gave up on this fic but I hope you guys at least like it a bit ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა take care!
It was your first day of university and here you are, eyes glued to your phone trying to find your classes. At this point, you were so stressed about being late that you weren’t even paying attention to where you were walking.
-thud
“Hey”
You look up and see a tall, blonde, buff man… the tall buff man you just bumped into. Unfortunately for you, there were no holes to crawl into, so you really only had one choice.
“I’m so sorryy!”
You say while running away, so loudly that now everyone within a 10-mile radius is looking at you. Nanami notices a small plush Tomoe keychain on the ground.
“Huh, she knows ball…” he thinks. Since you are nowhere to be seen, he picks it up, hoping to see you again later.
—
Finally, you are able to make it to your class safely. You find a seat as close as you can to the front since, of course, you left your glasses back in your dorm. Once you look up, the professor starts introducing himself.
“Hello everyone, welcome to Philosophy 101. I’m Professor Shiu and blah blah blah…” You’re distracted by a familiar face in the corner of your eye… it’s that buff hot guy from earlier??!?!? Why the hell is he standing at the front of the class??? At this point, you needed a portable coffin to hide in..
professor Shiu continues.
“And class, this is Kento Nanami. Nanami, feel free to introduce yourself.”
You are close to exploding of embarrassment, covering your face with your hands for a sec, and right as you remove them, who do you make eye contact with? No other than Nanami himself. He gives you a barely noticeable smile before speaking.
“Hello everyone, I’m Nanami Kento. I’m a third year here and I’ll be here if you have any questions or need any help in the class.”
You look at him up and down, he has nice hair and glasses… crazy build, clean outfit and… a Tomoe keychain hanging off his belt?? Woah… he knows ball? And you have the same one.. crazy coincidence? Match made in heaven? Okay, you need to stop fantasizing over a man whose first impression of you is you bumping into him and screaming sorry while running… it’s so over (name).
You don’t even pay attention to what happened in the class. By the time it was over, your paper was still blank… you just hoped they would be posted online… as you’re packing your stuff and getting ready to leave, you feel a shadow looming above you.. you are NOT going through this again, and as soon as you turn your back, you feel a tap on your shoulder. OF COURSE it’s Nanami.
“Hi..”
“Hey, saw you a bit distracted earlier, I wrote the notes you missed.”
“Whattt no way that’s so kind, thank you!! Also, I’m so sorry for bumping into you earlier, I should’ve been paying more attention..”
He lets out this deep laugh.. you could pass out right there.
“Don’t worry about it, you looked a bit panicked.”
He pulls out his phone.
“Here’s my Insta if you ever need help with anything, feel free to message me.”
“Oh wow, thank you so much!! Also, I like your keychain! I love Kamisama Kiss!!”
Nanami lets out a low chuckle (boner alert!)
“It’s actually your keychain, you dropped it earlier. You ran off so quickly that I couldn’t give it to you then, but no complaints, it gave me an excuse to see you again.” He takes the keychain off his belt and holds it out to you.
“What?!? Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed, kill me. But thank you for keeping him safe!”
“No worries, dear, so you got any plans this Friday?”
(Did he just call me dear? I didn’t imagine that right??)
“No, I don’t, probably just stay in my dorm.”
“Well, my frats are throwing a welcome/first week back party, would you wanna come?”
“That sounds scary..”
“I’ll be with you, I can introduce you to my friends, the decent ones at least.”
“Okay! I’m down”
“Perfect, I’ll send you the details. See you later.” He smiles and walks away.
The fact that you’re still standing shocked you. What the hell did you just agree to??
After a long week of classes you make it back to your dorm still contemplating all the interactions you’ve had with Nanami. You decide to stalk his Instagram like anyone else would. (Is it even stalking or is it using resources?).
“He doesn’t even have any posts. Who the hell is this man?” you say under your breath. He has lots of tagged posts though, the majority of them being him at parties, never him going crazy just him standing there smiling at the camera… so hot.
Suddenly you get a notification from Nanami mid-stalking sesh-
Nanami : Hey, I’ll come by your dorm at 8? Is that alright with you?
You : Yeah! Works for me! My dorm number is 707 :)!
Nanami : Alright, see you then.
… I’m so fucking scared.
You look at the time and realize you should probably start getting ready now.
Finally you were ready to go, you even had time to spare. You sit down on your couch and decide to doomscroll for a bit while waiting for Nanami to say he’s here. It’s 7:59 and you hear a knock at your door.
You walk over and open it (it’s Nanami of course)
“Hi!”
“Hey, you look beautiful… ready to head out?”
“Hehe thank you… and yes!!”
The walk to the frat is a bit awkward, you guys don’t say much to each other than little comments but as you continue you start to understand him a bit more.
“So how long have you been in the frat for?” you ask trying to clear that awkward tension.
“Since my first year, I’m not really into the whole frat thing but my friends from high school asked me to join so I did.”
“Aww that’s sweet…”
“I’m still there because those idiots made me the president.”
“WHAT. You’re the president??”
“Is that shocking?”
“Yeah, you just seem so responsible and mature… oh gosh, wait that sounds so mean”
he laughs softly
“Don’t worry, I appreciate that you see me in that way. I think the guys would say the same that’s why I’m the president.”
By the end of that conversation, you reached the frat house. Music was blasting, people sitting on the front lawn chatting and smoking… this was not your environment at all.
“I know it seems like a lot, but don’t worry, I’ll be with you. Just stand by me, and I’ll introduce you to my friends.”
“kk…”
You and Nanami walk inside. The music just gets louder and louder while you walk into the crowded house, yet you didn’t feel as stressed as you did before. Having Nanami with you was reassuring.
You and Nanami turn a corner and see a huge group of people who start cheering when they see him.
“yoo Nanamin in da houseee!!!”
says this tall guy with white hair.
You can hear Nanami groan.
“Nanami, who’s this?” says this guy with long, beautiful black hair and piercings.
“Everyone, this is (name). She’s new to the school, and she’s pretty awesome, so I thought I’d bring her.”
“Hi guys, it’s nice to meet you.”
The group does a collective “awww.”
Nanami puts his hand on your shoulder.
“I’ll introduce everyone, okay? So this is Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Sukana, Choso, Yuki, Utahime, and Higuruma.”
Satoru speaks up.
“So (name), you drink? Wanna take a shot?”
“Okay, sure!”
Everyone takes a shot with you.
…
Now it’s 12 a.m.
The party is still going strong.
You and Nanami’s friend group are sitting on a couch. At this point, you are way more than a few drinks down and most definitely drunk. You, Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki have just been going back and forth complimenting each other.
Shoko grabs your hand. “Wanna go dance?”
“Yes!! Let’s go!” And all the girls follow as well.
By the time you come back to Nanami, you are far gone and can’t even walk straight.
“Hey, ready to head home?” Nanami says while also softly nudging you to sit down.
“Yeah, I think so,” you say slightly slurring your words.
Nanami kneels down, facing his back towards you, and signals for you to hop on. Without hesitation, you do. He lets you settle comfortably and walks out the door.
It’s a bit chilly outside, but the fresh air feels nice.
“Hey, Nanami.”
“Yes?”
“I had fun today.”
He smiles. “I’m glad (name).”
Followed by a silence, not awkward, just peaceful.
“Hey Nanami.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think your friends like me?”
“Definitely.”
“Yay.”
…
“Nanami.”
“Yes (name)?”
“You smell nice and I like your face.”
He laughs.
“I like your face too.”
You make it to your dorm. Nanami takes his and your shoes off and carries you to your bed. He tucks you in and goes into your bathroom, grabbing some makeup wipes.
“Is it okay if I take off your makeup?”
You nod and close your eyes. Nanami’s hands were warm and gentle, making sure all your makeup was taken off. Once he was done, he threw out the used wipes and grabbed your water bottle. Nanami walked over to the kitchen and refilled your water and brought it to you.
“Make sure you stay hydrated, okay?”
“Hiii, drated.”
Nanami snickered.
“Hey Nanami?”
“Yes (name)?”
“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”
“It’s okay, I’ll get you a garbage can.”
He got up and went to grab you a garbage can.
“Hey Nanami?”
“Yes (name)?”
“Thank you for everything.”
“No thanks needed (name).”
Nanami brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
“I’m gonna head out now, will you be okay?”
You nodded and he turned around. You grabbed a tiny bit of his shirt.
“Nanami, I lied… can you stay? Please?”
He laughed.
“Sure (name), anything you’d like.”
He left to go sleep on the couch.
“Nanami? If you want, you can sleep in my bed? Only if you want to, of course. Oh my god, what am I saying?”
“As long as you promise you’re okay with it (name), I wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m okay with it, I promise.”
Nanami lay down on your bed and you gave you some of your blanket.
“Nanami?”
“Yes?”
“Night night.”
“Good night (name).”
…
Safe to say you were up for a surprise when you woke up the next morning.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꩜⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
hi hiii cuties!
sorry I haven’t posted in a while,, I’ve been busy and this fic took me forever,, ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა I will try to be more consistent w posting I swear!!!! I kinda gave up on this fic but I hope you guys at least like it a bit ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა take care!
What do you think Choso would get you for valentines?
OOOO I LIKE THIS QUESTION HMMM
Choso seems very sentimental so his gifts would be something that he put a lot of time and effort into. (I also think he would ask Yuji for help) but I think he would try to make flowers by hand eleven though I don’t see him as a very artsy person he would put the time into learning how to do it! I also think he would write a long ass letter with every single positive and kind thing someone could say about another person. As well as something that’s matching since Choso seems like the type to wanna show you off so either those “I ❤️ my girl/boyfriend” shirts with a picture of you/him in the heart or even a locket! And lastly I think he would get you an expensive gift so if you’re into bags or maybe even a ring! (hehe sorry for the ramble)
What do you think Choso would get you for valentines?
OOOO I LIKE THIS QUESTION HMMM
Choso seems very sentimental so his gifts would be something that he put a lot of time and effort into. (I also think he would ask Yuji for help) but I think he would try to make flowers by hand eleven though I don’t see him as a very artsy person he would put the time into learning how to do it! I also think he would write a long ass letter with every single positive and kind thing someone could say about another person. As well as something that’s matching since Choso seems like the type to wanna show you off so either those “I ❤️ my girl/boyfriend” shirts with a picture of you/him in the heart or even a locket! And lastly I think he would get you an expensive gift so if you’re into bags or maybe even a ring! (hehe sorry for the ramble)
“It’s cold” Satoru thought as he laid there on the hard surface.
Snowflakes one different from the other but he couldn’t really differentiate them. As cold as it was he also felt warm, half of his body felt warm, but that was probably the blood pooling around him. Satoru’s vision was getting blurry, he couldn’t think straight and yet this was the most at peace he had felt in months or even years .
“ah, this is nice..”
he didn’t know what he was saying and what was just in his mind. Constant hours of fighting caused his brain to go numb. Was it really nice to be dying? No? But was there anything he could do? Or anything he would be able to change? Satoru had spent his entire life as a weapon. From the moment he was born he had a target out on his head. Satoru would cry at every movie because he wished he was doing things with his life or more so doing nothing, no fighting, no work, no responsibilities… he just wanted the youth to be safe and for him to live his own life,, a quiet life (Maybe add Suguru in that).. that’d be nice…
Satoru’s vision was practically gone now, he was in pain but it was nice to lie down.
His days started high, he was able to put up a cocky and energetic act for his students yet, they ended so low when he came back to his place which smelt of dust, sorrow and broken promises.
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After Satoru graduated and he was on his own it was hard for him to adjust to being the strongest on his own. As a 20 year old he wanted to be having fun and be free and he wasn’t able to. He wasnt sure if he was even gonna be able to continue but he knew there were people that relied on him. With one of the strongest gone there’s couldn’t be no one to protect the kids. Now at 29 the goal stayed the same, he was able to protect the kids,
but who was gonna protect Satoru? He has love and dreams too.
Satoru knew the world would move on, he knew because it happened after Suguru. Everyone moved on but Satoru was stuck in the same position. Would anyone even care? Would they be happy he was gone? In the end he was just a weapon right? Something that they could use to their advantage even after he died. Was the choice his? Was Satoru’s fate even decided by him or was it what others expected of him? But Satoru was able to make his own decisions this time, he was all used up to the extent he could handle. He knew the others had it from here. That’s enough Satoru for one life time..
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It was all worth it though, to know his students were protected is all he wanted. He served his purpose as the strongest. Satoru died for the knife, though maybe in his next life he could’ve been more.
I hope you all have been doing well! I’m back with more Satoru angst hehe,, I’ve been missing him a lot recently (╥﹏╥) I didn’t proofread again,, oops,, BUT I hope you still enjoy!! take care ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Nanami and you had been living together for about a year now. Every day felt like you were in a rom-com. No yelling or anger, just genuine love and admiration from your beautiful boyfriend. You guys had close work schedules too, that was able to let you guys enjoy each other’s company despite being busy.
It was a particularly busy day at the restaurant you worked at. The day was full of stressful customers and a high heart rate, but still, you enjoyed being able to talk with the kind customers and coworkers, but one mistake switched your entire mood.
Your work was at it’s busiest of the shift. You’re tired and overwhelmed but still pushing through, just thinking of seeing your beautiful boyfriend later. After daydreaming for a second, you focus on taking this table’s order and giving the ticket to the back. When you bring the order over, it’s wrong, and the table is getting upset, but you reassured them that you will fix it. You take it to the back and ask if they could make you a different meal, and this makes it even worse! Now everyone is confused, and as you’re trying to calm your table down, your thoughts are interrupted by a loud yell of your name being called to the kitchen.
You blacked out for those few minutes, but right after you came back from the kitchen, you feel your eyes start to blur and your face starting to burn. It felt as if everyone was looking at you, and it didn’t help that you still had 3 more hours on your shift. The rest of your work day was spent with glossy eyes and trembling legs.
Finally, after what felt like 10 hours, you were off. That car ride home was filled with tears and loud music to distract you from what happened (specifically “Drunk Walk Home” by Mitski) . The only thing on your mind was trying to stop crying before Nanami came home. As you walk up the stairs to your apartment, trying to regulate your emotions and focus on breathing, you open the door to no other than—
Nanami?!
He’s sitting on the couch still in his work clothes but stands up to greet you as soon as he sees you.
“Hi my love, how was work?” Nanami noticed the saddened look on his gorgeous girl.
“Are you okay?! Why are your eyes puffy? What happened, dear?”
and that’s when your efforts to pull yourself together went to waste. You felt your throat start to close up and tears start rushing down your face. Nothing made Nanami more sad than seeing his sweet girl upset, and seeing tears stain your beautiful cheeks made his eyes water as well. He didn’t force you to speak about what happened; he just held you there against his chest with his hand placed gently against your head.
You and Nanami stood there for a bit before he picked you up and brought you to the living room. He placed you softly on the couch, but something caught the corner of your eye. The coffee table had your favourite snacks, boba, a plushie, and new bouquet. You sat there mouth agape, that’s followed by more tears.
“What is all of this for?” You say between sniffles.
“I prepared a surprise for you since I got off work earlier than expected. I hope this makes your day a bit better, my love. You want to talk about what happened before or after your shower?”
You decided after and headed to shower while Nanami got your comfiest clothes ready for you.
Once you’re out of the shower and in your pjs, you walk to Nanami who was sitting on the couch waiting for you and snuggle up against him.
“Were you ready to talk about what happened or no? You don’t have to talk about it, my dear, if you’re not ready to.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m comfortable.”
You explain everything from the angry tables to getting screamed at while Nanami brushes your hair with his fingers.
“We have to find you another job, baby. This isn’t healthy in the slightest or stay at home, whatever you’d like. I’ll support you through anything. But that’s a problem for later. Should I order some pizza and we can watch a movie?”
“Hmm, could we watch Tangled?” You ask in a barely audible voice.
“Of course, my dear, anything you want.” Nanami kisses you on the forehead.
“I love you”,
“I love you more.”
The rest of the night was spent watching your favourite movies and shows, comfort and gentle love.
Since you guys liked my Nanami headcanons I thought would write a Drabble on him! (⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝) this is actually based on a true story but not the Nanami just the work part LMFAO. I hope you guys are all staying happy and healthy! I love you all ⊹Ი𐑼
♥︎ Choso who loves to help you with self care when you can’t be bothered to do so (wash your hair, take off your makeup, etc)
♥︎ Choso who loves hearing about your drama
♥︎ Choso who worships the ground you walk on
♥︎ Choso who loves when you do his hair
♥︎ Choso who loves to cook for you (he will learn your favourite dishes for you)
♥︎ Choso who always has a surprise for you when he comes back home
♥︎ Choso who cries if you’re mad at him
♥︎ Choso who’s genuinely interested in learning more about you
♥︎ Choso who gives you massages whenever you’d like
♥︎ Choso who makes sure to spoil you on Valentine’s Day
♥︎ Choso who treats you like a princess/prince :)
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Hi cuties! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
Happy Valentine’s Day ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I hope you enjoy the Choso headcanon!! Lmk if there’s any characters you’d like next! I love you all and I hope you have an amazing Valentine’s Day!!! ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
Nanami and you had been living together for about a year now. Every day felt like you were in a rom-com. No yelling or anger, just genuine love and admiration from your beautiful boyfriend. You guys had close work schedules too, that was able to let you guys enjoy each other’s company despite being busy.
It was a particularly busy day at the restaurant you worked at. The day was full of stressful customers and a high heart rate, but still, you enjoyed being able to talk with the kind customers and coworkers, but one mistake switched your entire mood.
Your work was at it’s busiest of the shift. You’re tired and overwhelmed but still pushing through, just thinking of seeing your beautiful boyfriend later. After daydreaming for a second, you focus on taking this table’s order and giving the ticket to the back. When you bring the order over, it’s wrong, and the table is getting upset, but you reassured them that you will fix it. You take it to the back and ask if they could make you a different meal, and this makes it even worse! Now everyone is confused, and as you’re trying to calm your table down, your thoughts are interrupted by a loud yell of your name being called to the kitchen.
You blacked out for those few minutes, but right after you came back from the kitchen, you feel your eyes start to blur and your face starting to burn. It felt as if everyone was looking at you, and it didn’t help that you still had 3 more hours on your shift. The rest of your work day was spent with glossy eyes and trembling legs.
Finally, after what felt like 10 hours, you were off. That car ride home was filled with tears and loud music to distract you from what happened (specifically “Drunk Walk Home” by Mitski) . The only thing on your mind was trying to stop crying before Nanami came home. As you walk up the stairs to your apartment, trying to regulate your emotions and focus on breathing, you open the door to no other than—
Nanami?!
He’s sitting on the couch still in his work clothes but stands up to greet you as soon as he sees you.
“Hi my love, how was work?” Nanami noticed the saddened look on his gorgeous girl.
“Are you okay?! Why are your eyes puffy? What happened, dear?”
and that’s when your efforts to pull yourself together went to waste. You felt your throat start to close up and tears start rushing down your face. Nothing made Nanami more sad than seeing his sweet girl upset, and seeing tears stain your beautiful cheeks made his eyes water as well. He didn’t force you to speak about what happened; he just held you there against his chest with his hand placed gently against your head.
You and Nanami stood there for a bit before he picked you up and brought you to the living room. He placed you softly on the couch, but something caught the corner of your eye. The coffee table had your favourite snacks, boba, a plushie, and new bouquet. You sat there mouth agape, that’s followed by more tears.
“What is all of this for?” You say between sniffles.
“I prepared a surprise for you since I got off work earlier than expected. I hope this makes your day a bit better, my love. You want to talk about what happened before or after your shower?”
You decided after and headed to shower while Nanami got your comfiest clothes ready for you.
Once you’re out of the shower and in your pjs, you walk to Nanami who was sitting on the couch waiting for you and snuggle up against him.
“Were you ready to talk about what happened or no? You don’t have to talk about it, my dear, if you’re not ready to.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m comfortable.”
You explain everything from the angry tables to getting screamed at while Nanami brushes your hair with his fingers.
“We have to find you another job, baby. This isn’t healthy in the slightest or stay at home, whatever you’d like. I’ll support you through anything. But that’s a problem for later. Should I order some pizza and we can watch a movie?”
“Hmm, could we watch Tangled?” You ask in a barely audible voice.
“Of course, my dear, anything you want.” Nanami kisses you on the forehead.
“I love you”,
“I love you more.”
The rest of the night was spent watching your favourite movies and shows, comfort and gentle love.
Since you guys liked my Nanami headcanons I thought would write a Drabble on him! (⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝) this is actually based on a true story but not the Nanami just the work part LMFAO. I hope you guys are all staying happy and healthy! I love you all ⊹Ი𐑼
