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[foryuiwill]

Your stoic, methodical Nanami never cries ༯

You knew that already. You memorized his tells.

You knew when work was stressing him, he would simply pinch the bridge of his nose, tuck his chin near his chest, adjust his glasses, and straighten the tie that didn’t need fixing. And whenever the world was weighing on him, he would bury his pain into a ferocious bite in a delicious pastry at his favorite bakery.

But nope, you never saw a tear. He simply never cries, you believed.

That is until the heavy doors of the venue swung open.

As you stepped into the view, you could hear the entire room catch their breath in awe. There were friends, family, coworkers, and you could even hear the proud hums from them, as well as the gasping. But once your eyes averted from the flowers in your hands to meet Nanami’s eyes, you realized no one had seemed to lose it completely like Nanami.

Instead of merely adjusting his glasses, his trembling hands removed them, pressing his hands to his beet-reddened face. The tears that you swore were dry pellets in his system that didn’t budge, were wet streams down his cheeks and unstoppable.

Oh boy, and as you drew closer, he covered his mouth, desperately muffling the sob that wanted to praise you; that wanted to worship how beautifully the dress accentuated every curve in your body; that wanted to tell you how your curls complimented your face, and just how lucky he was.

But just like the very best best man should, Yu had completed the words Nanami couldn’t.

“I told you she was going to break you man,” he exclaimed, handing Nanami the handkerchief from his suit pocket into his shaky hands. “Look at her! You’re the luckiest guy alive.” He cheered, rubbing his back and gazing at you.

When your feet brought you to the altar, stopping right in front of him, your heart thumped at how completely undone he looked. His eyes, still welled with tears, were almost puffy. His hair that were slicked sharply when you first entered, had a couple strands that fell to his forehead.

He pulled his glasses to his face, lenses fogging up immediately from the heat. He swallowed hard and took your hands in his. Gentle, as always. The trembling had faded under your touch.

“Kento,” you whispered, smile at your lips.

He looked into your eyes at the sweet call of his name from your voice, breath shaky once he stared into yours.

“I am indeed, the luckiest man in the world.”

a/n: thought of this when thinking about the idea of my bf not crying at the sight of me at our wedding like boy i will turn around and keep walking out until you do.

taglist: @tengensbigtiddies @nanamisleftbuttcrack

[foryuiwill-old]

widowedgirldad! nanami ˚⟡˖ ࣪

find part two here

widowedgirldad! nanami who makes sure to plant two kisses on your daughter’s forehead after tucking her into bed — one from him, and of course one from mommy.

widowedgirldad! nanami whose hands were always steady — calculated in all his movements — yet couldn’t help his fingers from trembling when fastening the necklace he had once bought for you around your daughter’s neck. the moment the necklace clasped into place, a faint smile touched his lips as he watched your daughter’s eyes light up in the pink mirror in front of them.

“so pretty!” she beamed, tiny fingers wrapping around the yellow sapphire pendant before turning around and throwing herself against him in a gleeful hug. stiffened for a second before paternal instinct took over, his arms wrapped around your daughter’s small frame, drawing her carefully against his chest. nanami lowered his head, resting his chin atop of her curls before pressing a small kiss against them.

“your mom would’ve thought so too,” he said, the tremor in his hands finally steadying.

widowedgirldad! nanami who didn’t hesitate to answer any question your daughter had about you, no matter how much it may hurt him:

“did mommy love ice cream too?”

“did mommy like your tie?”

“what did mommy say when she saw me for the first time?”

“do you miss mommy?”

“do you still love mommy?”

widowedgirldad! nanami who stayed up all night searching and watching tutorials on how to do the braids you used to sport because your little girl saw a picture of you and begged for the same hairstyle.

widowedgirldad! nanami who makes sure to clap the loudest at his little girl’s dance recitals, as he remembers he’s clapping for himself and you, remembering how badly you always wanted to be there for moments like this.

widowedgirldad! nanami who leaves work exactly on time now and rushes home to attend his daughter’s tea parties, not minding at all that the small chair he was going to be sitting in was only going to make his back and legs ache later on.

widowedgirldad! nanami who keeps every one of his little girl’s drawings in a folder at work. he especially loves the one she drew of all three of you with a halo and heart above your head.

widowedgirldad! nanami who stared a second too long at his little girl’s kindergarten pictures because she smiled the exact same way you did, a tear slipping free before he could catch it and landing against the glossy photo.

“daddy?” your little girl cooed, tugging at his blue sleeves. “why are you crying?”

nanami swallowed hard before pulling his little girl into his lap, always pressing a kiss to her curls.

“because baby,” finger brushing against the photo before him. “you look so much like your mommy.”

a/n: ugh may have teared up writing this i’m sorryyy i love my nanami.

[foryuiwill]

Satoru Gojo, who lives for your eyes ⋆˚࿔

Gojo’s the type to make you believe you’re the one with the striking, crystalline blue eyes the way he yearns for your gaze.

When you’re the last to wake up, the first thing you’ll see is him staring at you with his head propped up by his arm against the pillow, almost as if seeing your eyes gives him permission to move. He can’t even hide the full smile somewhat covered by his hand.

“It’s not good to stare,” you tease groggily.

“I can’t help it,” he responds swiftly, resting his head back down on the pillow, eyes still on yours. “The morning doesn’t feel right until I see you.”

If you’re simply reading a book on your sofa, or watching another episode from another selection of your binging conquests, he leaves a trail of kisses up your arm, just waiting for you unlock your gaze and channel it in his direction.

“Need something, Toru?” You ask, a chuckle seeping through your curiosity. Your eyes remain on the flashing screen.

“I just—need to—leave—my baby—a few—kisses,” he spoke in between each peck against your skin.

“And I love that. But what do you really need?” You ask once more, eyes still fixed on the television.

He pauses. You almost turn to him at the sudden lack of pecks across your skin, but you refuse to give in just yet.

“I need you to look at me,” he finally admits softly, almost pitifully.

And just like that, you turn your attention to your crybaby boyfriend, who has his chin resting up against your arm with his bottom lip pulled out.

“For someone who says I’m the spoiled one, you sure do get whatever you want all the time,” you jeer.

But he doesn’t respond to you. He just stares into your eyes.

“Satoru?”

You could feel the hairs on your arm raise when you see the sparkle in his eyes. His orbs wide, just looking up into yours, as if he’s studying every detail there is to offer in your pupils. He looks as if time has just stopped itself for this very moment, granting him his long-awaited wish.

“Satoru?” You called again.

He blinks repeatedly and shakes his head, knocking himself out of his trance.

“You okay?” You ask, reaching to cup his face.

“Perfect, baby,” he responds, resting his cheek in your hand.

And when you’re both getting ready for bed that night, brushing your teeth at the shared mirror in your bathroom, you ask him:

“You do realize you have like—the most one of a kind eyes of all time right? Like by far the most beautiful eyes on the planet?”

He simply spits out the remaining bit of water and toothpaste into the sink bowl and shrugs. He looks at you in the mirror, smiles, and says:

“Maybe, but they’re not yours.”

[foryuiwill]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ why nanami is late ⋆˚࿔

pure fluff that’s just way too sweet

the sizzling of scrambled eggs and sausage reverberated through the kitchen. your back was turned from your two girls sitting at the dining table. you could hear your eldest too busy making fart noises with her cheeks that had your your little one in her high chair cackling and shrieking with pure joy. smile tugging at your lips, your moomoo swayed against the cold tiles as you stepped towards the other pan, checking the heart shaped pancakes the girls would flip the table over if they couldn’t have.

your mornings were typically like this before taking the girls to school and daycare, then heading home to get ready for work yourself. but from the depths of your bedroom, you could hear kento rummaging and shuffling about. when you had first tried to wake him this morning, you were met with bloodshot eyes and heavy lids that were begging to hide them, instantly breaking your heart. before you could even think of the words to convince him to shut his eyes and rest, the stubborn blonde had already twisted his lips to ask:

“what time is it?”

and as soon as you told him a little after 7:30 in the morning, you knew your weak attempt of convincing him was long gone. his arm was already yanking the cover off of him like a cape.

“ken!” you called, flipping the golden cakes over, the sweet smell brushing your nose.

“daddy!” your eldest—‘your mini me,’ nanami claimed—called out right after you.

at the sound of his footsteps, yours eyes darted to the kitchen entrance, watching him stream in the kitchen with the same tired eyes you seen already. his hair that was almost always in a pristine swoop, was disheveled and casting a curtain over his forehead. the beige suit jacket he wore that emphasized every muscle in his arm was slung lazily over one shoulder, and his briefcase filled with mountains of spreadsheets and documents were all threatening to escape through the opening.

your eyes went back to the stove, flipping a pancake over once more. you felt his large hand around your waist, pulling you gently back against his chest. you leaned into his familiar warmth as he planted a succession of soft, sleepy kisses to your temple and cheek.

“good morning, honey,” he murmured, his forehead resting against your bonnet. his hand trailed down your hip, giving your ass a light playful tap, discreet enough to pass right over the girls’ head, but enough to make you blush.

you grinned up at him, giving him a look with your eyebrow raised. you turned to the girls briefly before smiling back at him. “aren’t these the same touches from last night that made you oversleep in the first place?” you whispered.

“hmm, i think there were a little more touches than that,” he teased, hand tightening around your waist to tug you back against his chest. more bashful snickers left your lips before you lightly pushed him away.

“eww, are you and mommy kissing over there?” your eldest cooed, childish laughter escaping from her.

you both turned to her, smiling.

“your coffee is on the table,” you told him, eyes focusing on the eggs and sausage in the other pan. “and i already have the steak from last night wrapped in the foil for your lunch.”

he planted one more lingering kiss against the fabric of your bonnet before rushing around the table to his girls. he leaned over his eldest, murmuring “have a great day at school, sweetheart,” as he kissed her forehead. “your spelling test is today?”

even in the midst of him rushing and trudging through exhaustion, you couldn’t help but smile as he always made sure to remember every single detail for the girls.

“yup,” your eldest answered confidently.

“you’re going to ace it, baby,” he assured.

he rushed over to the other side to the youngest, grinning and giggling already seeing her daddy sneakily rush over to her. you heard him plant two huge kisses to her forehead and your arm that was so used to flipping and turning when making breakfast, instantly felt stiff.

there was an uncomfortable pause in the air. like a fresh lemon squeezed in your eyes, you closed it, just waiting for impact of the scene behind you.

big mistake babe, you thought to yourself.

“that’s not fair!” the eldest protested, folding her arms and grimacing at her daddy.

“what’s not fair, sweetheart?”

“she got two kisses, and i only got one!” she whined.

you shook your head, bottom lip tucking behind your teeth to prevent laughter.

“okay, you’re right,” nanami admitted in defeat, rushing over to his eldest to even the score, but the moment he pulled away from the high chair, the toddler took it personally. her lower lip trembled, and her previous giggles were now sniffles.

and as soon as he planted a kiss on the eldest’s forehead, you could hear it echo through the kitchen, before being overtaken by the youngest’s dramatic, sudden wailing.

the eggs, pancakes and scrambled eggs were long done, and the stove was turned off, but you refused to turn around just yet, opting to wait with a mere grin spread across your face.

“damn it,” kento muttered under his breath, peering down at the strict time on his watch that had long left him.

the eldest’s eyes grew wide, a triumphant grin replacing her pout. “ooo daddy! that’s a dollar in the swear jar.”

kento pinched the bridge of his nose, just absolutely defeated by a six-year-old. “yup, sweetie. just put it on my tab,” he sighed, digging a bill out of his wallet and dropping it on the table.

the cries of the youngest still echoed throughout the kitchen. he quickly stepped over and scooped her out of her high chair, holding her secure against his chest. he bounced her gently on his hip, murmuring a few low and soothing words to the toddler until her dramatic wails finally cut short, turning into quiet, satisfied sniffles.

her eyes, hazel like his, widened immediately as you set her plate with tiny cut up pancakes and sausages drizzled in syrup on the table. her body and little legs wiggled in excitement as kento carefully set her back down in her high chair. she clapped briefly before diving into her food, syrup all over her face already.

you watched a much-needed exhale leave his lips. his hooded eyes, completely full of softness, admiring his girls, peaceful and enjoying the well-prepared food set before them. the tension in his shoulders dropped and a genuine tug of a smile pulled at one side of his mouth.

when he turned to grab his briefcase and food, he almost knocked into you. you were already holding his things with an extra plate in front of him, and smiling up at him.

“i got it from here,” you teased. “also i got some extra breakfast for you here.”

a soft chuckle vibrated through his chest as he took the briefcase and food, setting them on the counter so his hands were completely free. he swiftly closed the distance between you two, his large hands anchoring securely around your waist, and your moomoo swaying against the tiles as he pulled you in closer near his chest.

“you’re gonna be late, ken,” you warned, knowing damn well you didn’t care, completely taken by his warmth and hands. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

he leaned down, eyes closing as he kissed you deeply. no tongue, or anything too slick, but just a firm and meaningful kiss that took your breath away as if he did. “thank you, honey. for giving me this—for giving me my world,” he said in between the kiss.

as he pulled away, his thumb reached up to gently wipe a smudge of syrup near your lip, making you blush under his touch. he kept his warm gaze on you as he quickly licked the sweetness off his finger before grabbing his things off the counter.

“have a good day at work, baby,” you waved, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as if that wasn’t your husband already.

“i love you,” he whispered, bringing his briefcase to his side, two plates in the other hand. his eyes averted to the strand that fell right at the bridge of his nose.

“bad hair day, i suppose.”

“very bad,” your eldest chimed in, pulling her head back and letting the pancake drop in her mouth.

your toddler, of course, giggled away at her sister’s antics.

a/n: when i wrote “i’ll take it from here,” i sighed so loud

taglist: @tengensbigtiddies @nanamisleftbuttcrack

[foryuiwill]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ watching nanami get ready for work .ᐟ

suggestive language, mentions of violence, some angst

you weren’t particularly a morning person, but somehow the universe knew to wake you up just in time to watch your fiance kento get dressed for work.

you awoke to the sight of him leaning forward, both hands resting against the dresser. veins slowly rose beneath the skin of his forearms and along his huge biceps from the pressure. he stayed there quietly, staring down at the surface of the dresser.

his crisp-ironed blue button down still hadn't made it on.

the soft light from the window captured everything. you had a clear view of his sharply defined back, your eyes instinctively tracing the red and purple marks across his skin. a few of them you recognized as yours, but most of the others you knew came from from a brutal line of work you couldn't understand - one you refused to understand. scars that were rougher. older. and permanent.

a tired sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his hand to push back the blonde hair that was messily draped over his forehead. through the mirror, you caught sight of the weariness in his hazel eyes. you wanted to call for him to sleep more, but you knew this was a tiredness a few more hours of sleep couldn't fix. he once again dropped his head, a few strands following suit.

your eyes darted to each bit of tenseness: in the bags under his eyes; in the slight crease between his brows; in the heavy exhale that escaped his lips once again as he finally reached for the neatly folded blue button down resting beside him. you watched as the shirt stretched briefly across his broad shoulders before settling against his muscular figure. for a moment, the shirt hung open, showing off the sharp, cut lines of his chest and stomach. a sight that made your heart flutter.

methodical even when exhausted, his fingers quickly worked up his button down, fastening each button with studied, experienced precision. his strong hands aligned each button without having to look, eyes too busy fighting sleep whenever he blinked but still glued to the mirror.

one by one, you watched your fiancé hook each suspender to the waistband of his slacks. he was probably the only young man in existence to still wear suspenders, but god, did you think it looked good as hell on him. the quiet metal clasp clicked softly through the room, causing him to look your way in the bed. it was the widest you've seen his eyes so far this morning.

you knew he had already seen you wide awake, but you always hid underneath the covers once he caught you staring.

accepting defeat, you peeked at him from beneath the covers. he faced you now.

his brown suspenders framed the broadness of his chest now, the blue button down fitted neatly against his shoulders, blonde hair still slightly disheveled despite his attempts to fix it. even tired from trying to carry the world on his shoulders, standing there half-dressed, he was handsome. unfairly handsome.

he reached for his yellow necktie covered in irregular black dots. watching him put it on was by far your favorite part of his morning routine - and now you had a front view of it all.

“honey, why are you up?” nanami questioned, his voice in a soft whisper. “i hope i didn’t wake you.”

"no you didn’t wake me," you began, scanning him from head to toe. “you're just very distracting."

a faint twitch tugged at the corner of his mouth, threatening him to smile before slightly tilting his head and draping the tie neatly beneath the collar of his button down.

his eyes never left you.

not even as his broad hands moved slowly against the fabric, looping it over itself with practiced precision. the motion drew a subtle flex through his torearms and biceps beneath the the blue shirt. as he tightened the knot with one smooth pull, you watched as his sharp jaw tensed right before adjusting it carefully against his throat.

"i'm only getting dressed for work, darling," he voiced, his back resting against the dresser now.

"exactly," you retorted softly. "but i wish you could see how desperately you need rest, kento."

"i can't just rest, honey," nanami sighed, folding his arms and letting his head fall. "those kids out there.." he trailed off, head shaking in thought.

for a moment, the room fell quiet. he quickly lifted his head fully toward you, finality in his eyes. not coldness. not anger.

"those kids at that school: they need me," he shook his head, biting his bottom lip before twisting his mouth to speak again. “so no, i can't just rest."

your chest tightened. you wanted to shout "i need you!" but you already had these conversations with the stubborn blonde far too many times and you knew how it ended.

when it came to yuji, megumi, nobara, takuma...

you couldn't win.

his hand reached for one more item behind him, but instead of grabbing it immediately, his fingers searched frantically. his brows pulled together as his hand searched blindly across the dresser.

you bit down on a smile beneath the blankets as he exhaled through his nose.

"have you seen my glasses?" he asked, raising his brow at you.

your faint smile turning devilish, as you slowly lifted the familiar set above the comforter before burying them back down between your legs.

"well i know you can't miss work," you said innocently. "but can you at least be late?"

the faintest twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"i really need my glasses, darling."

"really? just show me how bad you need them then."

he stared at you for a moment from across the room. then with another sigh of resignation, his fingers moved to the knot at his throat, yanking it down with a hungry force that made your tummy flip.

as much as you loved watching him put the tie on, you loved watching him take the tie off even more.

a/n: the way this was supposed to be nothing but nice and sweet (and hot of course), but i couldn’t help but let my baby’s flaws and inner turmoils surface in between…i love you kento

[foryuiwill]

chili cheese fries and sex | gojo satoru 𑣲⋆｡˚

lots of stupid sex talk and dumb jokes at a diner between early 20 something year old friends, mentions of virginity. au. no smut in dis. implied tho.

when you needed to vent, you called satoru gojo. he talked…a lot. but surprisingly, he made a great listener for all of your silly escapades. he was the only one you knew that would listen—poke fun—but wouldn’t judge or hold it against you.

you both sat in the diner, facing one another, stuffing your faces with chili cheese fries and shirley temples. the chili cheese fries they served could serve a family of eight, so of course you guys never bought the fries individually, but just shared it amongst each other.

“so,” gojo began, cocking his head back and dropping the fries in his mouth. “what’s got you all hung up this time?”

you sat back in the booth, sigh escaping your mouth with an accompanying eye roll. gojo remained looking at you, hint of a smile on his face while he scarfed down the fries.

“it’s actually quite stupid, to be honest,” you admitted, propping your face up with your hand.

“well, i’m sure it can’t be dumber than your last reason,” gojo teased, mouth still full of fries. “you’re very impressive with upping your score each time.”

you audibly smacked your teeth and flipped him off.

“maybe i should start keeping a scoreboard every time you call me to chat.”

“are you done?” you asked nonchalantly, face still propped by your hand.

pointing his finger in the air, “or maybe you should bring one.”

his hand trailed towards the tray of fries beneath him until you yanked it away, leaving his fingers grasping at air.

“listen!” you yelled, forcing a fry in your mouth.

gojo’s shoulders dropped. he lifted his hands in defeat, motioning for you to continue with your story.

“i went on a date with this guy last night, right?” you began, looking and grabbing fries as you continued. “great date, nothing crazy. but once we reached my door…he just kissed me on the forehead and told me goodnight.”

you stared down at the fries a little longer, anticipating a response from gojo. but when you looked up, he was blinking slowly, eyes then moving to the left and right.

“and the problem is?” he questioned, curiosity in his voice.

you groaned and dropped your face into both hands, pulling your skin downwards as you looked back at gojo’s eyebrow raising.

“there’s not a problem—like at all,” you explained, taking a gulp from your untouched shirley temple “but i was expecting you know…” your shoulders began to move in an exaggerated rhythm. “a little wine and dine in my living room, and then maybe you know a little…” you cleared your throat and dropped your voice an octave. ‘this pussy is mine’ in the bedroom.”

your hands trailed towards the tray of fries beneath him until you slowly saw it being dragged away, lifting your head to see gojo pulling it with his eyes wide.

“are you sure you didn’t just scare him off?” he teased, instinctively smiling when the taste of a fry touched his tastebuds

“goj!” you dropped your face back into your hands.

he simply snickered at your shame. “or maybe he didn’t want to just be like every guy.”

you raised your head, meeting his gaze—his gaze still on fries. “well, not every guy wants sex,” you began, taking a sip from your shirley temple again. “i mean a lot do, but i’ve already told you about the guys i went on dates with, and all we did was hang out.”

“or argue,” gojo shrugged.

you flipped him off again, meeting a flip off from him back. he dipped his head back and dropped the last of fries into his mouth.

“i just really wanted this one specifically to want sex.”

“so you like him?”

“no! not really,” you admitted, shrugging and leaning back against the booth. “he’s okay…a little bit too fascinated with blood but…it left me anticipating something kinky.”

gojo, sure he listened, was too busy trying to get the attention of a waiter for more fries to respond. everytime he tried to yell, he was just left sticking his finger in the air. you rolled your eyes and carried on with your complaint anyway.

“can’t a girl just want some sex? just a few strokes and nothing more?”

“why don’t you just call toji?” gojo asked, still not looking at you, hands getting more frantic trying to wave down a waiter.

you furrowed your brow and hit the table, immediately getting gojo’s attention again. he sat back in the booth like a puppy who didn’t get his treat.

“i don’t need sex that bad,” you pointed at him, voice a little raised. you placed your finger down and sighed. “and besides, as much as he’s good in bed, i’m not trying to deal with any of his stupid baby mama drama…or his smart ass mouth.”

“fair enough,” gojo shrugged. “he does have a smart ass mouth.”

you continued drinking your shirley temple, watching gojo still fail to get a waiter. you scoffed at him.

“sir!” you screamed, grabbing the attention of a few patrons and finally: a waiter.

“can we get another order of the supreme chili cheese fries? ranch on the side, please?” you smiled, giving the waiter a thumbs up as he nodded.

you met gojo’s gaze, eyes wide and hands pressed to the table.

“i could’ve just did that,” he said blankly.” i didn’t want to be rude though…” he trailed off.

you completely dickmatized: “okay maybe i’ll just call toji.”

“no, no you’re not gonna be that desperate now, are you?” gojo asked in protest, scrunching his face and raising his arms. “aren’t there other guys in your phone you could call?”

he lifted his finger like a lit lightbulb was over his head, remembering a suitor.

“ooo, what about that guy, kento?”

you groaned, dropping your shoulders, ashamed thinking of the one that got away. “don’t remind me of him,” you stuck your lip out in a pout. “i saw him and his wife’s new wedding photos and it made me drive 43 miles from where i was to toji’s.”

“oh girl,” gojo teased, shaking his head slowly and smacking his teeth.

“plus i’m tired of the same guys. i need something new and exciting,” you took a big gulp of your drink. “and maybe heavy…and a bit girthy.”

“not long?” gojo snickered.

“not right now, goj,” you said, no giggle escaping.

“you’re no fun,” gojo moaned. “and where are my fries?” he looked out into the busy diner.

“i just wish sex wasn’t this big thing everyone makes it out to be. i would love to just call kento and be like ‘saw the wedding photos!’ celebratory sex for the one time?’”

gojo, too busy, continued looking out into the noisy diner, head moving back and forth just in hopes of a waiter carrying the fries.

“sometimes i wish i was a virgin still,” you admitted, almost in a whisper. “then maybe i wouldn’t be so hung up on dick all the time…or maybe i would,” you thought aloud, raising your brow. you shook your head from the thought and continued drinking your shirley temple.

but gojo’s head turned back to you—almost immediately.

“trust me: you wouldn’t want that.”

you scrunched up your face, biting your bottom lip briefly. “i mean why not? you’re telling me you’re not hung up on pussy?” you leaned back, folding your arms and nodding away. “i’m impressed”

“no no, it’s not that,” gojo responded. “i am, it’s just-” he stopped mid sentence, brow raising, eyes widening, and finger tapping the table, trying everything and failing to concoct words.

the always talking gojo, ever so speechless now.

he shrugged in defeat. “i don’t know. i just know you wouldn’t want to be a virgin still.”

“are you talking in general or are you just talking ‘me’ specifically?” you sipped, eyes still on him. your brows heavily furrowed, awaiting him to unwrap this messy conversation.

you could swear you saw his cheeks redden. “where are these damn fries!” he banged the table with his fist, making you jump a bit. hair not in his face at all, his hand kept trying to bring it back anyway.

that’s when it hit you.

“or are you just talking you?”

he paused. sinking in his seat.

“one supreme chili cheese fries,” the waiter announced, dropping the food off. the fries lays waiting in the middle of the table, but yet, the one who wanted them so bad laid staring at you.

“me?” he scoffed, pointing to himself. “a virgin?”

“it’s literally fine if you are, go-”

his erupt laughter cut you off. he continue banging the table, leaning forward and shaking his head. you could tell you caught the eyes of more patrons.

you had seen him laugh so much that the way his eyes moved left and right as his neck strained, forcing a chuckle out of his lips—you could tell this one was farce.

“gojo, answer me honestly,” you interjected, reaching your hands out to him.

he stopped, still bent over with his eyes looking up at you.

“are you a virgin?” you asked in a whisper, offering a sympathetic smile.

gojo dug his face into his hands, pieces of chili from his messy fingers gelling to his white hair.

“dude there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin,” you reassured, still reaching for his hands, but his hands dove straight in the tray of fries, causing bits of chili to land on the table.

he forcibly stuffed it into his mouth. “yeah, when you want to be one,” he responded pitifully, mouth full of fries.

your mouth wanted to twitch into a smile, but you bit your lip and fought against it. you leaned back trying to come up with the right words—something to express it wasn’t really a big deal…or at least something to flip the topic back to you, but you came up with:

“i mean at least you’re not like me, just wanting some damn genital all the time.”

you pressed your fingernails into your head, wanting to take back the words your dumb brain could come up with.

“but i do want some genital all the time!” he retorted…loudly.

your eyes met the person behind gojo glaring at you. you mouthed ‘sorry’ and bent down.

“gojo, keep your fucking voice down,” you whispered, “you’re gonna get us kicked out.”

he slowly placed a fry in his mouth. one by one, he continued feasting, not meeting your gaze once.

you rolled your eyes and snapped your fingers at him, finally getting him to look at you.

“what?” mouth full and open for everyone to see the mashed fries.

you reached over and lifted his chin up, forcing him to close his mouth. he just stared blankly at you, cheeks full now.

“why do you think you’re still a virgin? only answer if you absolutely don’t mind me asking.”

he took an audible gulp and began tracing the table with the chili. “i don’t know. i think i just scare women off.”

“you?” a snicker breaking its way out of your mouth. you tried holding the sarcasm. “no way, not you.”

“i’m fucking doomed, aren’t i?”

“i mean,” you began, shrugging. “you’re a little loud, obnoxious, and out there sometimes, and what’s the word? expressive?” you teased. “did i say loud?”

“just put me out of my misery,” he said, voice low and pitiful.

you sighed, no longer wanting to see him suffer.

“okay goj, in all seriousness, it’s not that serious. it’s completely fine.”

“haven’t you embarrassed me enough?” he barked. hey everybody! big virg-“ you reached over and clasped his mouth shut with your hands. but everybody was already looking.

inches away from each other, your eyes met. his blues were definitely even more striking from this close. you were in a far awkward position, but having your hand around his mouth was quite…satisfying.

although wide, his gaze softened under your touch and you could see his shoulders drop.

remembering the many eyes on you, you regained composure, refusing to let up.

you leaned back in your booth, your eyes remaining on him as you sat. he continued following your eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“i’m acting crazy, aren’t i?” he asked, genuinely. he dropped another fry in his mouth. he gulped and stared at the tray. “i think it’s the fries.”

“goj, it’s really not a big deal, though. let’s change the topic, okay?”

“it’s fine! just don’t tell my friends, please. i need them to think i’m a hoe.”

i don’t even like your friends, is what you wanted to say, but you stuck your pinky out instead.

with a toothy grin, his pinky interlocked with yours. you both stayed like that, just above the chili cheese fries. your fingers felt warm all of a sudden. the fries were on the table for a while, so you knew it wasn’t the heat. you then felt your cheeks warm up.

you pulled back immediately and rubbed your hand under the table.

“goj,” you began slowly, voice in a soft whisper. “answer me honestly one last time.”

“you and this honesty thing,” he pointed a fry at you. “it’s getting me into a world of trouble,

you snickered at his response, and took a deep breath. “don’t get too excited…but would you maybe want to have sex with me?”

your eyes trailed as a bit of chili fell from his hair and onto the table.

he raised his glass of shirley temple—his first time touching it all night—and took three large gulps.

he met your gaze again. you sat there, leaning back waiting for answer, gripping the seat with your nails.

“i-i mean, what about our friendship?” he questioned, hand scratching the back of his head.

“i could just call toji,” you moved as if you were about to grab your phone.

he reached over against the table, and grabbed your arm. your gaze dropped to his white shirt, snickering as it was ruined by the chili all over it. but he didn’t seem to mind—just staring and smiling at you like a lost kid who found his mom in the mall.

“yes! i’m down,” he squealed. he quickly shook his head and leaned back, back resting against the booth and arms folded. he audibly cleared his throat.

“where should we meet, then?” he asked in a faux deep voice.

“well if you can get the waiter for the check, as soon as we leave—”

“sir!” gojo yelled from across the diner with both hands around his mouth.

an | i had too much fun writing this. i could see a part two in the future…

in all seriousness though, being a virgin is not at all a big deal. this is just a story.

[foryuiwill]

widowedgirldad! nanami ˚⟡˖ ࣪

part two for you lovelies! find part one here ♡

widowedgirldad! nanami who heavily considers leaving his life of sorcery after your little girl has a nightmare that he left and didn’t return home. he rushed to the sound of her sobs coming from her bedroom and quickly nestled her into a warm hug.

“papa, you were gone-i tried to find you, i called for you and- “ your little one cried, only choking through her explanation.

“shh,” nanami whispered, tugging her closer into his chest. swallowing the harsh taste in his mouth, nanami slowly turned to cup your little one’s face. “see, i’m right here, baby. i’m here. daddy’s not going anywhere.”

she sniffled, looking her father in the eyes, reality kicking in that her papa hadn’t gone anywhere—that he had no intention to.

“i dont want to lose you, too” she admits in a whisper, bottom lip extending out.

the words hit him like a slash to the abdomen, and yet he had experienced many of those, but none ever as sharp as her words.

“lay down, honey.”

your little one quickly obliged, your husband following suit as he laid next to her.

legs having no choice but to hang over your little one’s princess bed, minimal room to stretch, nanami didn’t want it any other way. he stayed with his arms wrapped around her, clinging her close to his chest, hoping she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against her back.

“i’m here,” he whispered throughout the night until her sniffles transitioned to light snoring, his fingers softly intertwining with her curls.

widowedgirldad! nanami who tells his boss he’s leaving work early, the thought of you weighing heavy on his mind.

widowedgirldad! nanami who instead of driving home, goes to the nearest flower shop to buy your favorite flowers to lay at your gravesite. still in his suit and sitting in the grass beside you for hours, he gushes about your little girl’s achievements and talents, her new imaginary friend that he admittedly can’t stand, and how the nightmare she had about his disappearance had frightened him severely—far more than he’d like to admit. staring at your name etched into stone, nanami catches himself thinking how he would rather you get to experience all of this than him. feeling his chest ache, he got himself off the ground and dusted off a few lingering blades of grass on his suit pants. before leaving, he kissed your headstone twice—one from him and your little girl.

widowedgirldad! nanami whose knees are starting to ache from crouching outside of your little girl’s school, waiting for her to come running out of the school with the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers (flowers he bought for her as well). still with his suit on in the unforgiving sun, he waits patiently. soon your little girl comes dashing out and to his welcoming arms, painting a full smile on nanami’s face before lifting and spinning her in the air.

“are those for me?” his little girl excitedly asked, reaching for the pretty flowers.

“oh these?” nanami teased, glancing at the flowers and turning back to his little girl. “your mommy told me to get them for you.”

your little girl squealed in glee and wrapped her arms around nanami’s neck.

“mommy’s the best!”

widowedgirldad! nanami who takes off of from work and calls your school to excuse your little girl’s absence on mother’s day just to spend the whole day with his daughter. yuji showed him the tiktok trend where you write places and activities on a card and let your little one pick. of course him always spoiling his princess, he ended up doing the card she didn’t pick as well for multiple rounds.

widowedgirldad! nanami who is the furthest from being photogenic but has a bunch of selfies and videos with his little girl. lots of smiles, funny faces, ballet videos, and their tea party gatherings where you can tell he’s extremely exhausted and still in his suit.

widowedgirldad! nanami who’s quick to correct people at your little girl’s dance recitals when they say “i don’t know what she would’ve done without you.” he responds: “no, i don’t know what i would’ve done without her.”

widowedgirldad! nanami who lets her win at pillow fights so he can get her into bed quicker. as he kisses her forehead twice, he winches at a slight pain that shoots through his shoulder.

widowedgirldad! nanami who returns to work the next day and opens his briefcase to a bunch of crafts and drawings that could only be done by one small individual. as he lifted up one of the drawings, a tear threatened to leave his eye. “me + u + mamy so u dnt git lon lnly” it read with butterflies and birds scribbled everywhere.

a faint smile touched his lips before he looked up at the ceiling, hoping you could hear him talking to you. “look honey, she even spells like you.”

[foryuiwill]

permission | nanami kento 𑣲⋆｡˚

fluff central. couple not ‘together, together’ yet. au of some kind.

kento nanami always asked first.

when he asked where you wanted to go for your third date, you answered: anywhere with dancehall and good-ass jamaican food.

though not necessarily specific, it left the man on a hunt for almost two days to find the perfect spot to take you, and as soon as did, he booked the reservation.

you heard a knock on your office door at work, and you were quickly met with his gaze as you swung the door open. with his hands clasped behind his back, a comforting exhale left his nose the moment he saw you. his lips rested in a natural line, though his eyes behind his glasses remained soft and neutral.

“picked a spot?” you asked innocently, eyes meeting his gaze above you.

his lips curved into a smile as he rested his forearm on the doorway. forever the gentleman, he stayed outside of your office, suede dress shoes just at the entry.

the kento nanami you knew—the one you knew since starting this job last year—just never realized how sexy he looked unintentionally, just simply towering over you.

“is it okay if i pick you up tonight?”

you shrugged slowly, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“i suppose that’s okay, mr. nanami.”

“i should add that it’s within walking distance of your place,” he stated, arm still rested against the doorway. “if you will allow me, i’d love to walk with you there—and back.”

you twisted back and forth, face scrunched up as if you were truly in deep thought and not screaming internally in excitement. you were completely fine with the offer, but you just wanted to tease the always delighted blonde. you halted your twist and answered:

“i’ll allow.”

“wonderful. i’ll be at your place at 7.”

and at 6:57, mr. kento nanami stood outside of your brownstone, manhattan apartment right above the fenced stairway.

“hello again.” he bowed once you opened the door. as he straightened back up, his eyes met your curls pinned up in a high bun, lifting all of the features he was drawn to since your first day.

“hello kento,” you spoke, voice warm with excitement.

“you look beau-” kento blurted before pausing. he took a calculated gulp in hopes of finding the words he was never used to losing. “your hair,” he stammered. “it’s lovely.”

your eyes then met his fingers outwardly stretch, exposing his full palm. he quickly placed it back in his pant pocket. you bit your lip and met his hazel eyes once again.

“thank you, kento.”

“do you have everything you need?” he looked up at the two clouds wanting to introduce themselves. “i brought an umbrella just in case it rains on the way back.”

“i have everything here.” you showed off your shoulder bag.

you hurriedly exited the brownstone, turning to lock the door, and walked towards kento and the stairs. you slipped your fingers into his as you both walked down.

“is this alright?” he asked beside you.

you reached the end of the stairs and both of your gazes dropped to where both of your hands joined.

“holding your hand?” you asked.

“yes.”

“well, i did grab yours, ken.” you looked up at him eyes scrunched trying to understand the man before you.

“i know,” he responded. his eyes trailed up your arm met your eyes. “i would still rather ask.”

you’ve watched the man negotiate corporate mergers with little to no preparation, but here he was, third date and all, asking if it were okay for you to grab his hands.

“you’re a bit strange, kento,” you said, shaking your head and smiling at him.

mouth curved in a full smile, kento responded: “only a bit?”

“the strangest, actually.”

you both shared a laugh and fell into step beside one another.

the date blurred into a night of warm music, shared plates of oxtail, rices and peas, plantains, and laughter that came from jokes only you two understood. he watched you dance in the middle of the crowd when a song you loved came on, joined when you wanted him to dance—even if you found him slightly stiff, found the quiet corners when you wanted to chat, and made another date simply effortless and easy.

but of course, like always, he asked before he did anything.

when he wanted to pull your chair closer so he could hear you over the music, he asked first.

when a slower song blared through the speakers, he mouthed the words, “would like you to dance,” from his seat to you, who was already on the dance floor.

and when he guided you to the door through the crowd, he turned back and held your hand, pulling you closer to him. he gave you a smile before asking, “still okay?”

walking along the manhattan street, side by side, you were still on a rejuvenated high from the dancehall lounge. you were skipping alongside him at first, lost in bliss of the music that echoed in your mind. spinning as though the world was lighter, you raised your arms towards the night sky.

“you had fun?” kento teasingly asked, admiring your world from up close.

“meh,” you answered, watching your feet attempt to walk across the lines separating blocks of the pavement.

“meh?” he questioned, playfully placing his hand on his chest.

your grin widened.

“okay, i lied. the night was perfect.”

you could feel a bit of raindrops dot your face and shoulders. as you still danced, you caught kento glancing up, letting the rain hit his face as he moved beside you. though late, the city still buzzed around you, headlights reflecting in small puddles of water along the curb.

still grooving to the beat only in your head, you stepped toward the edge of the street.

before you could complete it, a warm hand settled against your waist. your cheeks warmed and breath hitched as kento pulled you away from the curb. your back brushed against his chest for only a second before he guided you to the inside of the sidewalk.

you both continued walking for a moment.

“my apologies,” he finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“for what?”

“for grabbing you like that without asking,” he stated, slight irritation in his tone. “i shouldn’t have had you walking near the street, anyway.”

you stared at him for a moment, remembering you were dealing with the strangest man you ever met, but also the most endearing.

“i was about to walk into traffic. when were you gonna ask me?” you teased.

he shrugged and kept on walking.

“kento.”

“yes?”

“you know you don’t have to ask me all the time.”

he stopped walking and faced you. you noticing him stop, you stopped too and met his towering gaze. his glasses had a few drops painted on them, while his strands of blonde had fallen across his forehead.

for a moment, he only looked at you.

“ask you what?”

“you know…to touch me.”

“well, it wouldn’t be fair to me—or you—to just do what i feel like. especially you,” he replied, biting his lip and furrowing his brows.

his gaze dropped briefly.

“its too bold.”

despite the cold droplets steadily beginning to soak your shirt, a shutter far from the rain spread through your chest.

“well you’re very bold when you insist on leading during our meetings,” you said. “or when you barge into the higher-ups office and tell them they would be making a mistake by laying me off.”

his eyes widened at the last line. you saw as his lips begin to mouth “how did—” before cutting him off.

“never mind that! from what you’ve told me—shown me, you’re very protective of those you care about. that’s bold.”

he had a quick and complete answer for almost anything said to him. but with you, you could see the corner of his eyes scrunch and the adjusting of his fingers whenever he was in a deep conversation with you—like he couldn’t just place you.

he looked down at the puddle below him, his hazel eyes on the reflection of the part that painted you. he met your gaze again.

“well,” he began. “i suppose i’m the boldest when i know i know i’m making the right decisions.”

“well after three dates, i would hope you know whether or not i’m the right decision.”

the rain intensified around you both, splashing onto the pavement.

a small frown painted his face.

“your hair is getting wet.”

you blinked, eyes stinging from the drops.

“okay, yours is too.”

“but i love yours.”

before you could even respond, he reached for your hand and jogged past two further brownstones before reaching your stairway.

as he brought you up the stairs and to your door, he placed his hands above your head—not covering you from all the rain but most.

you stayed facing him instead of turning and unlocking your door for shelter.

“you have to get inside,” kento asserted.

“am i the right decision?”

“pardon?” his brows furrowed, face inching towards you to make sure he heard you correctly.

“you said, you’re the boldest when you know you’re making the right decision,” you retorted. you swallowed hard as you felt your voice began to shake. “so i stand here, before i have to look at you again tomorrow, and i ask you again: am i-”

before you could even finish, kento hands were on your waist, no longer caring how and if the drops land on you. the words he had been attempting to piece together in his head had disappeared as he pulled you even closer and kissed you.

his hands around your waist tightened, but somehow still softened around you, making your shoulders and knees feel almost like putty. your hands managed to find a place around his neck and shoulders.

as your lips separated, he gently placed his forehead against yours, taking deep exhales as the rain continued to bounce off each others shoulders.

“i knew the answer from the moment i saw you,” he breathed. “it’s why i had the courage to talk to you in the first place.”

you could only grin, feeling your stomach flutter.

he gave you a quick peck before he placed his hands above you again, still trying to shield you from the rain.

“well i do have another question for you…”

“go for it.”

“would you like to come in?”

“i would love to.”

when you were unlocking the door, another question popped in your head.

“didn’t you bring an umbrella?”

you turned your head teasingly and watched as his ears changed from his natural hue to pink.

“i left it at the lounge,” he admitted, voice soft. “when i realized, i was too ashamed of myself for risking you having to walk all the way back with me because of my mistake.”

you only smiled at him before darting your eyes back to door.

“i know, i know: i’m the strangest.”

you chuckled and reached for his hand above you, and led him into your home for the first time.