in which you find yourself twisted in a web of broken memories, two twin brothers and drunken night that should've never happened in the first place.
info. kento is the older twin, kenji is the younger twin. kento majors in business and is also apart of the same frat kenji is in but is the treasurer, whilst kenji majors in sports science and is apart of jujutsu tech's basketball team. kenji has a mullet whilst kento has his normal combover haircut.
notes. i don't even know if i'm going to finish this but let me know your thoughts on this take. kenji might be a little ooc considering he's lowk the exact opposite of his brother but they do share some elements.
you're fucked.
and you don't believe you've been this fucked since freshman year when you got your period during o week and had blood bleeding through your one of two white bed sheets on toga night. you even shiver at the memory, refusing to let the embarrassment engulf you yet again.
so what could possibly be worse than that you ask?
you slept with nanami kenji last night, at his frats party celebrating their first win of the season. now, don't get it wrong. when kenji had fucked you he fucked you good, had you seeing stars and calling him the 'd' word that you've never ever uttered to anyone else. not even toji, who was arguably and quite literally the most daddiest one in the frat.
your hands run themselves over your face as you look at your reflection in the mirror, disappointed yet satisfied with yourself. you didn't even know how pent up you'd been until after what's said was done. your eyes drift to the marks that grace your neck and clavicle, painful memories of the man you had spent the night with. it's not until you look down that you realize, sometime through the night, he'd given you hickies shaped in the letter 'K' under your belly button.
motherfucker.
"NANAMI KENJI?!" shoko yelled, eyes popping out of their sockets once you'd relayed the news to her over coffee after your first class, shame wrapping around you like a prickly blanket. "yeah, unfortunately." you scoffed, taking a sip of your much needed caffeine dose especially after the night you'd had. "you guys literally hate each other. wasn't he the one who announced you had your period on the mic during o week?" your teeth tighten at her sentence. that's fucking right.
"don't remind me, i've only just managed to get over it last year." shoko gives you a look of pity before patting your shoulder. "was it good at least?" nothing could compare to the look of pure disgust you had on your face, shoving your friend off to the side before groaning. whilst shoko laughed judgmentally on your side, the memories of the night before washed over you like a prickly blanket.
it'd be a lie to say you hadn't remembered a single thing that happened, although you do wished none of it had. you remember his hands on your waist, yanking you towards him to pull you into the nastiest kiss you've ever had. teeth clashing as your tongue fought his for control, the taste of jungle punch drowning your taste buds. his blonde strands are weaved between your fingers and you grip as though it's the only thing keeping you stationed on this earth. the feeling of his hands clenching your ribcage made your brain short circuit and gave him the upper hand, gasping when you feel his presence even more than before.
when you pull away for a breath of air, a string of saliva is the only thing that keeps you attached to him. both of your chests are heaving up and down, identical shivers run up your spines as the tension becomes far more charged between you both. "wanna go upstairs? i'll show you what you've been missing out on." that same cocky smirk on his lips is the icing on the cake for you, so hesitantly you nod, allowing his much larger hand to take yours and pull you upstairs.
you refuse to ponder on what happened after that, annoyed and frustrated with yourself that you let such a thing happen consciously. "we better get going, we've got our biology class in like 15 minutes." shoko only nods before gathering her stuff whilst you do the same, only interrupted by a deep voice. "excuse me." looking up your eyes strain as your blinded by the sun, a hand instantly flying over your face to shade your sight.
the blonde hair is what catches your attention at first, alongside the browline glasses that frame the hazel eyes behind the lenses. his hair is styled as it usually is, slicked back combover with not a single fly away. "i believe we need to have a chat." his clipped tone makes goosebumps arise on your skin. you look to shoko first who just shrugs in return, raising her brows towards him. you nod before you even think, standing to your full height to walk beside the man.
he takes you under the cherry blossoms and offers you a seat on the bench before he settles next to you. "well," his voice rumbles in his chest. "i think it's only best that we talk about what happened last night." your head throbs once it's mentioned. "pardon?"
kento turns to face you fully, not a sense of humor in his features. "we slept together."
