Truth or Dare
This fic is for @konoblog-simps August 2021 Server Collab: College AU! My first collab! Very proud and I hope y'all like it!
pairing(s): Nanami Kento x Reader | with shades of Megumi Fushiguro x Reader |
wc: 7k
warnings: 18+ content, graphic sex, student/teacher relationship, age gap
“True or dare?”
“I don’t know … truth.”
It was your fault, really, for thinking that an evening with Nobara could ever be tame.
Because the girls pounced and only later would you realize it had been the plan all along —
An ambush.
“Are you dating Professor Nanami?”
You nearly choked on your piece of popcorn.
“Nobara, you promised!” Kasumi shrieked, flustered.
Ah, Kasumi. You’re only true friend.
Nobara’s chuckle was so dark. “So what?”
Your eyes bulged as you lurched over, coughing. But Nobara was unfazed, the face she wore just as curious as ever.
“I — wha — what?”
Nobara chesired, her smile one of victory. Checkmate.
“You heard me, (Y/n),” she said, leaning forward. “Don’t even pretend to choke to get out of telling us —“
“I’m not — pretending —“
“So is it true?”
You recovered with a gulp of water. When you put it aside, eyes watering from your near-death, the girls — Nobara, Maki, Mai, Kasumi — were all laser-focused on you. The tv remained on the menu of some random streaming service, unmoved and forgotten. Mai held the remote. Kasumi had saved your popcorn but it, too, lay ignored.
And you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of it.
You fixed Nobara with a defeated glare. “Why do you gotta be so evil?”
“Is it true?”
This was the whole point of the slumber party, after all: not to celebrate the last night you all would spend as college students — that was merely a cover-up — but to get you to dish on your relationship with Nanami. But how had they found out? You hadn’t heard any rumors — which … didn’t mean they weren’t around, being spread from ear to ear, text to text. The idea of a student shacking up with a teacher at Jujutsu University was not a story worthy of anyone’s attention; for months, there had been rumors about Professor Gojo’s … escapades. You all had thought it would turn out to be Kasumi who had become the apple of his eye, but it turned out to be some sophomore none of you even knew.
What was salacious about all this was that this was Professor Nanami.
Nanami.
“It’s …” You trailed, eyes shifty. Finally, you sighed. “It’s kinda true.”
Kasumi squealed. Nobara crossed her arms, smile satisfied while Maki smirked at you, resting her chin on her knuckles. And Mai’s smile was too coquettish for you to keep eye contact with her.
“What?” Maki raised an eyebrow. “So, Megumi was just a cover-up then?”
Oh, god, Megumi.
Shoot, Megumi. It was a silly half-truth — you knew he crushed on you, but when you looked at him, all you could see was your childhood friend, your confidante. In the back of your mind, you had hoped that Megumi would stifle any rumors if they existed. That the rest of the university would see you with the cutest boy on campus and just assume.
“What?” You spat as Nobara burst out laughing. “No!”
“I fucking knew it,” Nobara said. “Men — they’re all the same. I don’t care how buttoned-up Professor Nanami is, it doesn’t change a single thing!”
“So you’re not really dating Megumi?” was Kasumi’s question.
“When’d you even start dating?” was Mai’s.
“What’s he like in bed?” was Nobara’s.
“I second that,” Maki chuckled.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” You cut the air with your hands. “Slow down — all of you! How’d you even find this out?”
Nobara was the one with shifty eyes now. She sucked in her cheek, pursed her lips.
“… Yuji.”
You dropped your coca-cola can with a huge thud. “What the fuck? Yuji?!”
“Just the other day he gave me a ride,” Nobara started, shrugging. “He was all like, ‘yo, what’s (Y/n) doing coming outside of Professor Nanami's apartment. And just the other day I saw her having lunch with him. I guess he must be a good tutor or something because I don’t think he’s taking on any other students.’ He’s so dense, that boy. And you hadn’t said anything about being tutored by him — so it could only mean one thing.”
“You’ve been dropping it low for Kento,” Maki said.
The girls — save Kasumi, who only reddened to a tomato color — burst out laughing, Nobara almost knocking over the bowl of popcorn that Kasumi, once again, saved from tipping over.
“Oh, god,” You said. “Okay, look — stop fucking laughing — I can explain, okay? I can!”
“All right, then, (Y/n),” Nobara said. “Explain.”
You rolled your eyes, preparing yourself as the girls leaned in.
“It … it was a couple months ago.”
~*~
“I love you.”
At first, you were sure the words had been yanked from a fever dream of yours, some fourth dimension — because that was the only explanation for them.
That, or Megumi was being honest.
“What … did you just say?” You blinked.
Megumi’s eyes read yours, probably searching for some indication of your true feelings in them. You revealed none, because he repeated himself in a soft, shuddering breath:
“I love you, (Y/n).”
You said nothing because you could say nothing. You leaned on the building’s railing, looking out past the roof. You had gotten Megumi’s note, to meet you here as the sun fell. Now, the dying sun, nestled by thick clouds, warmed your bewildered face and highlighted the anticipation in Megumi’s.
“I … I … Megumi …”
Megumi’s hand came to hold your face and you felt him close in. Goodness, he was beautiful, you swam in the dark of his eyes as he closed the distance between you. His other hand rested on your wrist, giving it a soft squeeze.
He was beautiful, but …
You didn’t move as Megumi’s lips met your stilled ones. You felt him kiss you, felt him wait for you to respond, to melt into his touch so he could do the same, but you remained stiff, closed. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away or lean in; you, who was still frozen in time from the moment his confession left him.
He pulled away, and there was a pause, pregnant and painful.
Megumi’s face fell, the only light available leaving his eyes. “(Y/n), I …”
“I’m sorry, Megumi, I …” You began, moving away from the railing. “I can’t — I — I don’t reciprocate, I’m sorry.”
“(Y/n)!”
You didn’t stop when he called out to you, pushing the door open and fleeing down the row upon row of stairs. It felt maddening, Wonderland-esque, riding down the series of steps as Megumi’s face fell in your mind, the flavor of his lips still on yours. You were sure any moment the staircase would give underneath you, leaving you tunneling down into darkness.
But somehow you made it past the stairs of Megumi’s apartment and onto the street.
A soft sob left you as you were left in the cold night air. The streets out of the complex were bustling, but surprisingly not as they should have been; you were grateful for it — there were not as many out tonight to witness your humiliation, your endless confusion.
Just how long had Megumi felt this way for you? You knew other people thought you had feelings for one another, even an item — but Megumi himself? You thought you had him figured out. That he rolled his eyes at the idle gossip and continued to love you, platonically, from afar …
You’d been wrong. So wrong. What else had you been wrong about?
Megumi had meant to be your way home, but now? You resigned yourself to walk, asking yourself how could it possibly get worse?
Always the question to ask: the sky darkened. You felt the tip of a raindrop hit your nose.
“No!” You moaned, your misery compounding. You removed your jacket, cloaking it over your body.
You began to run, getting soaked as the rain began to pour on you. You slowed down, submitting to both the rain and the agony of what the day had been. You were truly crying now, for Megumi and yourself. How would you save your friendship? What you wouldn’t give to sink into your bed now …
You heard the soft purr of an engine and looked behind you: a car.
The car was pure black and sheen, light bouncing off the hood perfectly as it pulled up at your side. Anxiety flared up in you again. Oh no …
You inched away from the car, cautious. But a familiar face, obscured by the tinted windows …
The window rolled down and your heartbeat paced even faster. You waited.
The window came down. Blond hair slicked back. A fine cream suit. Glasses.
You had never seen him like this, outside his cliché professor button-ups, his average attire. You had to squint — then you reeled back, eyes wide.
“Profesor Nanami?”
“Miss (L/n) …” was his answer. Even though the dark of his glasses, you could tell he was looking over you, inquisitive but still quiet.
“Wha—“ You stammered, adjusting the jacket over your head. “What are you doing out?”
“I believe that question should be reserved for me to you, Miss (L/n),” was Professor Nanami's answer, but there was, surprisingly, no edge to it. His brows furrowed with, you imagined wildly, with concern. “What are you doing out here in the rain?”
“I —“ You felt your face burn. You had no words, still possessed from the shock of seeing him outside of his classroom. It was becoming comical, the rain; surely god had sent yet another deluge just mock you.
“Nevermind that now,” Professor Nanami changed his mind, reaching over, opening the passenger seat for you. “Get in.”
“I don’t think —“
“Don’t be silly; you’re drenched. Inside, that’s not a request.”
You didn’t object a second time; you had no reason to. Your jacket was becoming a poor substitute for an umbrella — or a roof — and you were tired, in more ways than one. You moved from the sidewalk, crunching into the car, spine bent, with a grunt. You set yourself in, thanking whatever god that had attempted to drown you that his seats were leather and not suede.
Professor Nanami said nothing. With not even a look your way he began to pull away from the sidewalk back to the main streets. If not for the streetlights, you would’ve thought the world had been plunged into darkness. The car’s lights from the engine flared in your face, creating tiny stars dazzled in your eyes.
“You can turn the radio on,” he said gently. “And then you can tell me where to drop you off.”
“Um, no, that’s … that’s okay,” You said. But it wasn’t okay; you weren’t okay with the way the silence droned on, how seen you felt. You felt as though the street’s lights careened to spotlight you, a pitiful dear in the midst of them. You began to think of maybe taking that back, reaching for the radio’s dial when —
“Forgive me; it’s not really my business,” Professor Nanami said, “nor is it much of a mystery; I’m sure you were just out for a night at the town. It is a Saturday, after all …”
Then, you realized: mercy. Professor Nanami had arrived before Megumi had chased after you. You would’ve had no clue what to do with yourself, had he seen that.
“No,” You said, your chuckle weak. “I shouldn’t have asked, either. I was just — just surprised to see you.”
“I imagine so,” Professor Nanami said, pausing the car at a stoplight.
You turned your head to him just in time to see the edges of his lips curl, as though he had found something passively funny. You were so unfamiliar with his smile that you simply blinked, believing, again, it another quirk of your imagination.
“It’s all right,” he said. “I don’t mind answering your question: I was out on a date tonight, one of my first in a while.”
You blinked again, several times. Whaaaaat? You were stunned for a second.
Your silence gave him incentive for him to go on. “It didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. She … wasn’t what I thought she was going to be.”
Ahh, so a bad online date, then.
Feeling a little braver, you asked: “What do you mean?”
Professor Nanami was quiet, worrying you. The light flashed green and the car sprung into gear again, the motion jolting you back in your seat. Oh no, I went too far. You prepared an apology when:
“She made herself sound so open, so accepting,” Professor Nanami went on. “She was actually quite selfish … And she some … opinions.”
You looked at him. It was finished, clearly, and this time you didn’t want him to elaborate. You were miserable, but you didn’t want his company in it.
Although there was a part of you — a small part, a very small part — enjoying this. This human Professor Nanami who went on bad dates and suffered disappointment and picked up desperate girls in their time of need.
Oh, you thought. You had a hard time coming to terms with it all — where you were, in Professor Nanami's car, hearing him going on about girl trouble. But you also had never expected this. The idea of having such personal common ground with Nanami. How could you? You felt oddly close to him at that moment, as though the two of you had been doing this for ages, like old friends.
“But nevermind that,” Professor Nanami said. “It’s over and I do not dwell on things like this. It changes nothing. Let’s address the main issue: where were you headed?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t tell him, the events of the night brought a burning heat to your cheeks. What were you meant to say? My best friend just told me he loved me and kissed me. I wasn’t going anywhere but away. But then you considered — he had just shared his disappointments with you, were you really so sure he would judge you? The urge to conceal what the evening had become came and went, came and went again, flowing and surging away at regular intervals.
Then you relented to the logic of the situation. If he judges me, he’s not who I thought he was.
“I … wasn’t,” You admitted. “Headed anywhere, that is; I … I had to reject someone, too, tonight …”
“Hmm,” Professor Nanami said. “I see.”
A second. Then another.
“But … thank you,” You said and told him where you lived.
A few moments passed in silence. Nanami didn’t ask who it was and you didn’t tell — Megumi didn’t deserve to be the subject of such idle gossip.
“I’m sure it will be all right,” Professor Nanami said. “No one plans love, after all.”
You looked at him, surprised. Who was this Professor Nanami? You recalled the hard ass, the exasperated professor you’d come to recognize. Who was this man?
He pulled up at your address, and you opened the car door.
“If you need anything, just ask.”
You just looked at him, hand on the door. Flattery, completely unlike the kind that you were waiting to feel when Megumi kissed you, flooded your senses as you searched Professor Nanami's face with your eyes. He was always an incredibly handsome man to you, but now it seemed as though every beautiful feature of his face blared into high definition, highlighted by the car’s neon lights.
“I will,” You simply said. “Thanks.”
You got out slowly, closing the car door and without looking back — somehow, a little frightened to look back — retreating to the inside of your apartment.
Professor Nanami waited until you were inside until he drove away, and you watched his car disappear down a corner, wondering if, maybe, you had been in a dream all day.
~*~
“I think my heart’s about the give out …” Kasumi said.
“Oh, god,” Mai said between giggles. “Did you two, that night …?”
You rounded on her, truly upset for the first time. “Of course not. Nanami is a gentleman —“
“We really are on a first name basis,” Maki said, helping herself to popcorn stolen from Kasumi. “Oh, Okay.”
“Well, I mean,” You blushed. “Not that night.”
“Oh, good lord,” Kasumi said.
“Shut it,” Maki said. “This is getting good.”
~*~
If you need anything, just ask.
It seemed you needed Professor Nanami for everything. One night of his help became many.
Until one night became two months.
You and Professor Nanami — Kento, his name became yours every time you said it, the syllables sounding so heavenly rolled off your tongue — were spending almost all of your time together. You went out to lunch together, watched movies together. You were helping him grade papers, being one of his best students, and at first, you objected but came to accept the work gladly when he insisted. During class hours you were student and teacher, and once those hours ran out you would make it back to his apartment. Sometimes he would drive you — whenever he could, he would arrange to pick you up. When it wasn’t possible, you made it back on your own to spend your afternoons with him.
The wheels of your life had run away from you. You felt almost like Sisyphus, the Greek myth having become familiar to you in your sophomore year. The boulder you’d been instructed with falling away from your eyes and down the hill without being able to intervene.
You became … uncomfortably aware of your crush on Nanami — the crush you’d always harbored, kept close to your heart, and spoke of to no one. And before, there had been no reason to speak on it; this was Professor Nanami, the quiet, stern disciplinarian your classmates were all afraid of.
But now … the crush flared to life, blatantly obvious to you. It startled you. You spoke little of the nature of your relationship with him and Nanami pressed the issue little, going surprisingly quiet whenever you attempted to raise the topic.
I can’t just keep seeing you like this, you wanted to say. It’s not professional.
Yes, Nanami’s silence seemed to say. Yes, you can.
It came to a point where you were sharing evenings — at his apartment. You often occupied his barely-used living room, a quaint little space he’d turned into a mess with his essay papers, notebooks, old soda cans, and stained coffee cups. Things managed to make their way out of his suitcase to clutter the room at the end of the day and he could hardly gather the patience to tidy it again.
All this. How had it gotten here? But sometimes you wondered … what was next?
And would you want it?
Nanami was uncomfortable with people on campus knowing and so were you — you just didn’t know why. It wasn’t like anything was wrong; you were both adults, you in your senior year.
Because it’s just weird, you told yourself.
And you were sure all of your friends would support it if it was what you wanted.
At least Yuji thought so.
“You seem happier,” he said one day, kicking his feet up opposite you on the table you ate on.
“Huh,” was all you said at first. Judging by the ambiguity of his statement, you figured he hadn’t quite put his finger on what was making you so happy. “How so?”
“Dunno. You just do,” Yuji had said with a cute shrug. “Like, lighter, I guess.”
Lighter. Nanami invited himself into your mind and you smiled softly at the sight of him in your mind’s eye.
“I mean,” You shrugged back, playing it cool, “I guess so, if you put it like that.”
“I’m glad,” Yuji said before his eyes widened. “Wait a minute — did you and Megumi finally get together?”
You nearly spit out your drink. “What?”
You hadn’t spoken a full sentence to Megumi since he’d confessed to you at sunset and he hadn’t approached you once to rectify that fact; you weren’t sure if he would ever speak to you again. And given Yuji’s statement, it was clear he hadn’t spoken much to Megumi either; anyone with a brain could see that Megumi was positively gloomy these days, the complete opposite of what he would be if your reception toward him had been positive.
What was worse … Perhaps, he suspected something — maybe not a full something, but a slight something; you would sit in Nanami’s class and feel the heat of Megumi’s stare on your back and wondered if Nanami was being given the same treatment, though there was no way for you to know, not under these conditions.
“Yuji,” You said. “No.”
He squinted at you, smile devilish. “I bet if you did hook up with him you wouldn’t tell anyone~”
You didn’t know what to say to that, and the weight of your true secret kept you silent.
~*~
A.
A.
B.
Oh, definitely C —
Nanami’s shoulders began to shake in your peripheral vision. You faced him to see he was laughing, and your heart fluttered; he so rarely laughed.
You smiled at him, straightening yourself against the edge of the couch. “What?”
“You’re nearly as tough as I am,” Nanami explained. “I can see you scores from here. I imagine that last F was Itadori’s?”
You grunted, jiggling your laptop on your lap to shield the screen away from him. “No, for a matter of fact, it’s not.”
Nanami’s laugh waned to a soft rumble in his throat. “Very well.”
His own laptop was situated on the coffee table, which he abandoned to make a cup of the aforementioned. You kept grading, relaxed by the domestic sounds of rustling in the kitchen; the mundane clank of silverware, and the droning of the coffee machine. When he returned, he came your way, and you weren’t ignorant of the glance he gave to your screen.
When he sat down, you waited for it, fingers mindlessly clicking away.
“Fushiguro, is that right?”
Oh no.
“Ye … Yeah.” You said honestly. You couldn’t help it; you’d given him an A. “He did really good on that last essay you gave us on global economies. It’s not a surprise he’s top of the class …”
“Along with you,” Nanami said.
Once again, you choose silence, easing the lid of your laptop closed. The lack of light caused you to blink the darkness away from your eyes.
“… Is it true, then?” Nanami asked. “Are you and Mr. Fushiguro …?”
“No,” You said. “No, we’re not, and we never have been and we —“ you caught yourself, swallowing before you finished, “we probably never will be.”
Nanami paused. “I see. I was only —“
And you laughed, sudden, intrusive mirth that caught you off guard. You put a hand to your chest, felt how foreign the laugh seemed to bubble there. This was insane — you, here, with him. “No, it’s not true, all right? And it never will be. I don’t love Megumi — I don’t and sometimes I wished I did.”
“I …” Nanami trailed. “(Y/n), I —“
“I happen to enjoy spending time with you more,” You went on, your mouth run away from you. “You know, if we’re talking intimacy and all that.”
“(Y/n) …!”
You laughed back, and before you could catch yourself:
“I like you! It’s almost like Megumi was the cover-up for you all along!”
…
Oh shit.
The silence was deafening, only the gentle hum of the coffee machine as the two of you sat across from each other, unable to look away.
You blinked, lips parted as you stared up at Nanami, whose expression mirrored yours. Oh, god. All the words you had said, now out in the air, and all you wanted to do was to shove them back down your throat.
“I —“ You tried, feeling lost. “I — I didn’t mean —“
“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” Nanami blurted.
Another pause; Nanami had, apparently, not meant to say that either because he stood immediately, shielding whatever darting his eyes must have been doing with the sharp turn of his head. He raised from the couch, laptop underneath his armpit.
“That was unbecoming,” Nanami hastened. “I have to go. Good night.”
“Nanam —“
“Feel free to leave anytime.”
In a flash, Nanami was across the room. In another second, a door slammed, and your afternoon with him came to an end.
~*~
“Oh my god,” Kasumi cooed. “That’s so sad …”
“Yeah,” Maki said. “Hope you get to the sex soon; I’m gettin’ kinda down.”
You looked to Nobara, whose face was difficult to read as her eyes bared on you.
“Well, (Y/n)?” her tone was soft. “Was there sex?”
You bit your lip, hands in your lap.
“… Yes.”
~*~
You would not converse with Nanami for a week after that.
Besides school, you thought of nothing but Nanami, a preoccupation that only grew when you had to sit in his class and watch him ignore you both for the sake of his job and simply to avoid your knowing gaze. You felt yourself going insane with want, insane from lack of his attention. You knew there was so much more he wanted to say but had reserved himself to say nothing.
And it was killing you.
You grazed each other in the halls, were never in the same room together if not his classroom, if you were only for a second and not a second more.
You felt tightropped; you had said too much — and so had Nanami. But it had only been … only been what you had really felt, hadn’t it? You had never been happier than when you were with him. And now? You simply missed him. You shared his classroom but not his company, his space but not his heart.
And not his bed, either. The last of which had come to bother you more than you cared to say.
You waited it out until you were done with exams. You kept a straight profile around your friends but wondered if you’d truly been able to fool them and, besides the occasional side-eye from Megumi, no one said a thing.
Sunday night. Your final exam had been submitted and with that came relief, but a relief that did little to suffice. You craved the relief that would come from communicating with Nanami.
You arrived at Nanami’s apartment before dark, rounding the corner to his door with sweaty palms, anticipation knawing at your heart. Nightmare scenarios ran in the back of your head as you neared the door. What if he didn’t want you here? What if he yelled at you to leave? You’d never heard Nanami raise his voice anywhere — neither in class nor in the snippets of time you had stolen in his personal life. Were you risking it?
“All right,” You said, swallowing your anxiety. Your knuckles floated inches from the door.
Here goes nothing.
You knocked. Waited.
…
You heard rumbling from the other side and anxiety jumped in your throat, your fight or flight response dizzying you. You felt your leg twitch. Run, run, turn back and go while you still have a —
The door opened, revealing Nanami.
… chance.
You did not go in his office, ever; it felt like the final straw, the final frontier. The ultimate line between you and Nanami as you shared a space.
He was dressed in a button-up, long-sleeved shirt, hair scrambled out of its normal slick-back style. He appeared … tired to you. There was always a tiredness, lay at the edge of Nanami’s being. It lived in everything he did. You’d grown so accustomed to it you hardly noticed now, but this seemed different; you could imagine the dark crescents underneath his eyes, should he ever take off his glasses. It didn’t escape you, the fact that he was wearing them indoors — something he never did when he was home.
He stared at you, expression inscrutable.
Feeling trapped b, you went for levity.
“Wearing shades inside, are we?”
Shut up.
Nanami sighed.
“Is there something you wanted, (Y/n)?”
“Y— yes,” You said, feeling braver by the second; you straightened but despite your best efforts could come nowhere near his height. “I wanted to talk … about the other night.”
Nanami turned his head. You could almost see the scale, the weight of his options measuring up against one another.
Another sigh; Nanami’s hand relaxed on the knob.
“Come in,” Nanami droned.
Yay! You let yourself as Nanami widened the door for you. He closed the door and went ahead of you and, like an excited puppy, you tailed him to his office.
“I almost thought you’d say no to me,” You said, breaking the uneasy silence.
Nanami didn’t turn back to face you, leading you down the corridor to his home office.
“… Nonsense.”
He creaked the mahogany door open. The room succumbed to creeping darkness and would’ve been swallowed by it, save for the lamp, its soft, orange light emanating over laptop keys and scrambled pages that littered the island of his desk.
Nanami situated himself back in his chair, silent.
“Whatever you need, be quick about it. I’ve got a lot of work to do … unfortunately.”
All the worry you harbored coming over was gone. Replaced, now, by a slight pinch of annoyance. Your eyebrows furrowed as you surveyed him, his fingers dancing over clanking laptop keys.
“So you’re going to be coy about it?” You said.
“I haven’t a clue as to what you’re referring,” Nanami replied.
“Don’t give me that bullshit.”
Nanami’s fingers paused. He removed them from the keys and sat back, reaching a hand up to rub his temple.
“I don’t have time, (Y/n),” he said.
You could hear it in his tone; the overtaxed nature of his voice, as though he’d been mulling over only the most difficult of things all day. But at that moment you cared little.
“You have time for this, Nanami,” You said. “You had a whole two months worth of time.”
“That —“ he cut off his speech, averting his gaze. No,” he countered, beginning to stack papers, “I don’t.”
You slammed your hand on his desk.
“Goddamit, Nanami!” You exclaimed. “Just talk to me! You can’t ignore me forever!”
Nanami was undisturbed by your outburst. “I don’t know what you want to hear. This has gone on for too long —“
“And what exactly is this?” You retorted, eyebrow raised. “What is this, Nanami?”
At last, some progress; Nanami breathed out of his nostrils before looking up at you at last, eyes darkened by his shades.
“Something I can admit has gone too far,” he said. “Like I said, I don’t have to partake in this —“
“But you want to,” Your tone was dangerously low. You couldn’t stop yourself; you gave out a little laugh under your breath. “You’re scared, that’s what this is. That’s all it is. You’re scared that if you talk to me you’ll say the wrong thing; you’ll say what you want to say —“
He stood, cutting you off as his chair rolled away from the desk.
“You want me to talk?” Nanami said, cold fury. “Fine. I can’t bring myself to stop thinking about you. I haven’t been the same since … since this began and I find myself glad of it; my life was miserable before I let you into it. All I can think about now is how I no longer want to be your professor, I …”
Nanami’s snatched the shades from his face, his face falling in his hand. His other hand was flat on the desk to steady him. You were silent, overwhelmed by what Nanami himself was overwhelmed by. You crossed the room slowly until you were behind the desk.
“There’s so much I want to be to you that I can never be as your teacher, I …” Nanami paused, dropping his glasses on the desk, “I don’t know how … this can ever be proper, no matter how much I may want it …”
You reached forward, feeling bold, and caressed his cheek in your palm, forcing him to face you.
“Do you want this to be proper,” you said, “or do you want to be happy?”
You came close. Close, until you were too close and Nanami hadn’t stopped you. Quite the contrary; his hands met your hips, his hot breath tickling your lips.
“I don’t care if its proper,” you whispered, ghosting his lips, “I … I want to be happy.”
And it was amazing how the memory of Megumi’s lips fell away as you introduced your lips to Nanami’s, as though his kiss was a mere imitation of what you imagined and were now shrouded by the reality of Nanami’s.
His hands wasted no time; he embraced you, pulled you tighter to him with an audible moan. You held his face as his hands roamed your body, pressing you into his desk. His hand slipped past your ass, to your thighs. You allowed him to lift you onto the desk as your hands fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, where you could detect the ghost of muscle underneath the fabric.
“(Y/n), I —“ but you refused to let him continue, covering your mouth with his. You had waited so long to feel him and he could apologize only with his tongue, with his hands, making their way pulling up your skirt, acquainting themselves with the elastic of your panties. He pulled them down as he flicked at your tongue with his own.
You pulled his shirt away and felt the hardness of his chest. You nibbled against his tongue and relished in the vibration of his moan. Your hands found their way in his hair as you left his mouth, drawing kisses down his powerful jawline, down to his neck, sucking at his adam’s apple —
“(Y/n), shit —“
Nanami hung his head back as you spoiled him with kisses. Your panties were snagged at the back of your knees and you flung your legs forward so he could shed them from your body, your wet pussy now moistening his desk.
You couldn’t stop. Nanami, Nanami.
“Don’t wait,” You said, feeling feverish from his touch, his hands now adoring your breasts through your shirt, your erect nipples straining against the satin of your bra. Nanami’s erect cock rocked into your inner thigh, forcing you to purr. “Don’t wait, just … just fuck me …”
Nanami pulled down the straps of both your tank top and bra, leaving you disheveled until he reached behind you, undoing the strap to your bra and letting it fall in your lap.
You were too hot to worry if Nanami’s enjoyed the sight of you, your gaze heavy-lidded and trapped to him as he sucked in a breath as you leaned away, allowing him a full view of your tits.
“Fuck me,” You said. “Fuck me, sir.”
He growled.
“Gladly.”
Nanami undid his fly and you hooked your foot against the back of his knee, waiting with a bitten lip. You were wet — you could feel your thick, swollen lips squeezed against one another — but you were wet enough for this?
But when Nanami’s cock sprung free, long, and deliciously pink, you couldn’t bring yourself to care, excited for the pain of the semi-dry fuck.
He positioned himself and you wrapped your legs around him.
He slipped inside.
Your eyes went wide, head flung back as Nanami squeezed past your fleshy ring with a satisfied groan. Your hands flew to his naked back, nails digging into the flushed skin there as you were met with the pain-pleasure. He moved until all of him was inside you, until his tip tickled your cervix. The fabric of his jeans tickled your labia, and you were sure he would be drenched in your juices by the time this was over —
But there was no time to think about any of that as Nanami wasted no time beginning to thrust. Your juices slicked around his cock, eradicating the masochistic bite his cock had as it sunk into your pussy.
“You,” Nanami gasped at your shoulder as you bit into his own, “are so tight — oh, go — fuck — what am I going to do with you …?”
Oh. This was what you’d been missing all week? All the times you sat with him, wondering how he would feel inside you, wanting him? All that time wasted, you thought, as Nanami began pounding into you. And how long must he have wanted you? How long had he been waiting to bury himself inside of you, hear his name leave your lips in the most sinful of ways?
If you hadn’t been wet enough then, you certainly were now; you wrapped arms around him as he rocked his hips into you, the desk creaking from the harsh effort of his thrusts. You screamed — only before Nanami met you with his lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth with no ceremony to taste your wanton cries.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, felt him lift you from the desk. Your naked tits rubbed up against his chest, the sensitive nubs tickled as you bounced atop him.
Nanami nibbled on your bottom lip and your body sang with it all — you knew wouldn’t last long, not like this.
Nanami showed no sign of stopping, hands resting against your ass, squeezing the meaty skin there. He gasped, his cock kissing your cervix, compounding your pleasure and leaving you uttering a series of helpless gasps.
“Oh — Nanami, yes, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, yes, oh!”
He settled you down again but only to sneak a hand to your clit, where his fingers pleasured the nub, adding to a pleasure you thought impossible to increase.
His hand caught your face, forcing your gaze to him. He said nothing but the message was clear. Let me see you cum. Look at me as I finish you off.
You felt your orgasm rise, your muscles tightening, insides squeezing Nanami for dear life. Your hands lost themselves in his hair as you came, a single, helpless cry fell from your lips and this one Nanami did not conceal. He bit into your neck, riding out your already oversensitive body, your poor nerves sounding at all of the sensations at once.
Your orgasm softened but Nanami’s thrusts had not and just as you were sure you would pass out from the pounding with a groan he left you, releasing streams of cum on the side of his desk, drips of semen landing on your inner thigh. You watched, sucking a lip in your mouth, as Nanami’s cock drained itself, trapped in his fervent fist.
It was finally over. Nanami leaned forward, his breath shuddering his chest as he met your gaze.
“Certainly a long time coming,” he said, cock still in hand. “I admit I should’ve done this sooner …”
“Likewise.”
Nanami laughed at your breathless quip. “And it won’t be the last time. Now, you will help me clean this up — or you’ll have to find another college professor to seduce. I don’t want a mess.”
You giggled and obliged. Whatever reservations Nanami might have held were surely gone now.
~*~
“Holy shit,” Nobara said, looking contemplative. “Right there in the office, huh?”
“Sounds about right,” Mai said.
Maki was, for once, speechless.
Kasumi said nothing, a piece of popcorn falling from her open mouth as she stared at you.
You blushed at her. Of course, you hadn’t shared the raunchiest details of that afternoon with Nanami, rutting endlessly in his office, but you’d shared enough to surely give the girls some things to think about long after this sleepover had ended. It was only common courtesy to Nanami that you keep a lid on the more sordid elements, like how one night had turned into many, how Nanami hadn’t been nearly as exhausted as you had come to believe. But those weren’t for you to tell, so you did little telling.
“Thanks, Nobara,” Maki turned to Nobara. “I went along with all this because I’m messy, but now I’m just jealous.”
“Yeah, talk about a bummer,” Mai pouted, fanning herself with her hand. “Wonder if Professor Gojo still hits up his students … and I’m definitely cute enough —“
“Will you all shut up?” Kasumi exclaimed, red in the face. “She’s not done with her story!”
“Uh, of course she is?” Nobara said. “We figured out they’re fucking. That’s all I’ve gotta know.”
“Weren’t you even listening?” Kasumi said. “She said they were kinda.”
“Hmm … that’s right, you did say that,” Mai said, facing you. “What gives?”
“Yeah,” Maki said. “You still hittin’ it or what?”
“Maki!” Kasumi chastised.
“It’s okay, Kasumi,” You told her. You smiled to yourself. “We’re … not together anymore.”
“What?” the room erupted in unison.
The popcorn, at last, finally made it to the floor, spilling on the carpet as Maki stood up in surprise.
“What do you mean?” Nobara exclaimed.
“You broke up after all that?” Mai said. “You really are insane, you know that?”
Regardless, you kept your smile. “We just came to a point where we realized this just … wasn’t working. We still … you know, every now and again.”
That night, as great as it had been, had done nothing to assuage the intimacy Nanami wanted with you but just couldn’t have; the weight of the secret was too much, and there was no reason to hold up something so heavy.
“Whew,” Maki said.
“Shut up, Maki!” Kasumi said.
“But we’re not together, together,” You clarified.
“Wow …” Nobara said. “She gets to reject Megumi of all people, gets to bang Professor Nanami and keeps banging him, and leaves them both … what a queen.”
“More like court jester,” Mai said. “After all that …”
“Ah, well, I can see why you didn’t tell anyone,” Nobara said. “Anyway, I’m beat.”
“I can’t believe you’re tired,” Kasumi deadpanned.
“Hey, I got what I wanted,” Nobara said. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night, all right?”
No one argued after that; the thrill of your secret seemed to die away as you gathered around to clean up the spilled popcorn. You finished up a movie, answering impromptu questions the girls had now and again before you all began to settle in for a night’s sleep, your final night as college students.
You were just pulling the covers over yourself when your phone vibrated at your side. You turned over, picked it up, the hidden notification on your lock screen too surreal to be true:
Megumi.
You shielded the phone screen underneath your blanket, flicking your phone open to see the full message:
I’m sorry. Can we talk?
Hesitantly, you answered:
Sure.
You waited, the three bouncing dots at the edge of the message app’s screen torturing you.
I was never mad at you, Megumi wrote back. And I hope you’re not mad at me.
I’m not, you answered.
I was just so embarrassed. I can’t wait to apologize in person.
Even you had to laugh at that.
Happy last-night-as-a-senior day.
You, too.
You could hear the soft snores Kasumi gave at your side, already fast asleep, and you felt a relaxation come over you. You didn’t care, you were just happy to have Megumi as your friend again, having never really lost him. But still: Nanami was on your mind. And … as happy as you were that it had been Megumi to reach you, your heart had wanted it to be Nanami.
In your peripheral, a new message. You looked.
Also, have you heard the news?
No, you wrote back. What news?
You haven’t heard? Megumi wrote. Professor Nanami quit.
~*~
You loved your new job — how could you not? The smell of the bakery’s bread lived under your nose as you performed the most mundane task; ringing up customers, sweeping the floors, organizing the pantry.
It had been three weeks since graduation, the sky full with hats thrown toward the heavens. Three weeks since you had repaired your friendship with Megumi. And three weeks since … Nanami had left Jujutsu University. He had ceased all contact with you and this time you didn’t go looking for him. Honestly, you had come to understand his conflict as your professor, as you shared some of it yourself. You could only what he was doing with his life now — above all … you hoped he was happy, wherever he was.
“Thank you, come again!” You called out as the customer left the store, the doorbells ringing after them.
You returned to work, preoccupied with organizing the pastries behind the glass gallery when the doorbell rang again.
“Sorry, I’ll be right with you!”
“That’s not very polite of you.”
You froze.
“After all, I thought I taught you better manners than that.”
You perked up, raising over the counter. It couldn’t be …
Nanami, looking happier than you’d ever seen him.
“Nanami …” You whispered.
He smiled at you.
“Long time no see, (Y/n).”
“Nanami,” You repeated, still stunned by him. He looked superb, like the night he had picked you up in the rain; hair slicked, dressed in a deep navy suit. The only thing amiss was the glasses; his eyes were softer, wider, on you. “Why … why the hell did you quit?”
Nanami chuckled, held up one finger. “Well, one: I want you, and this is the only way I could have you.”
You blushed. Oh, god, so it was for me all along.
Then another finger.
“And two: work is shit.”
