Heartstrings Entangled
Satoru and Chiyori have been best friends since college, her loyalty to Satoru is strong but what happens when Satoru introduces Chiyori to Nanami Kento and she realizes she has feelings for her best friend's boyfriend? Chapter One in this series. Pairing: Nanami Kento x Chiyori (fxreader) Word count: 1.4k Warnings: Slightly nsfw towards the end if you squint
As Chiyori pushed through the people in the overcrowded room she immediately began to regret ever saying yes to a night out with Gojo Satoru. Yes, he was her best friend, and yes, technically the work aspect of her trip was over but nights out with Satoru never ended well. They usually ended with Chiyori sitting in a booth alone while Satoru got chummy with whatever man he found attractive that night.
“Hey, Chi! Over here!” Chiyori was grateful to Satoru’s parents for his strong genes because trying to find him in the dimly lit bar would’ve been a task she wasn’t ready to deal with. As she approached the booth her eyes were met with the most stoic man she had ever seen. Wow, he’s beautiful. Tall, blonde and muscular. So, so muscular. She snapped out of her revere before she made things weird and introduced herself.
“Hello.” says the blonde. That’s it? That’s all I get? ChiyoriI brushed off her disappointment and slid into the booth, happy to be sat next to Satoru, a wedge between her and the arctic freeze that was Nanami Kento. He didn’t even bother to tell her his name, Satoru was the one to help fill in those blanks.
Satoru had been talking Chiyori’s ear off, handing her drink after drink. It was nice catching up with him since he lived in Japan and she lived in America. It wasn’t often the two got to spend time together like this. Being in Japan now was just chance. A recruiter told Chiyori about a corporate office here that was specifically looking for Americans to hire and she jumped at the opportunity. She had the experience and had always dreamed of leaving America. It was a no-brainer to apply for the Chief Marketing Officer position at Kirin Enterprise. Chiyori did so well on her virtual interviews, the hiring manager of KE wanted to move forward and have an in person interview. Hence how she ended up at a nightclub, in Japan, with her best friend.
“Another drink, Chi?” Satoru offered Chiyori.
“Yeah, I’ll go get this round.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s a madhouse up there, it’ll be quicker if I go.” She didn’t want to fight him on that, but that would mean she would be left alone with Mr. Arctic and she wasn’t too sold on that notion either.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Toru.” As Chiyori attempted to slide out of the booth, Satoru climbed over her like a child.
“Alright, jeez, you can go, I would’ve slid out ya know.”
“I know, but this way was much more fun.” Satoru turned to the blonde man and asked
“Kento, another?”
“No, I'm fine, thank you.”
The loud music couldn’t hide the timber in Nanami’s voice. Of course he’s got a deep voice. Chiyori looked towards where she saw Saturos body last and hoped he’d be back soon. She looked at the space between herself and the pretty blonde, she had two options here, she could either yell across the booth to make conversation or slide in closer to him. He came off as the type of man that would be annoyed by both. Too worried about seeming rude to Satorus’ friend, Chiyori made a choice. She slid in close and was immediately met with his cologne. Should I even be surprised at this point?
“So Kento, how long have you known Satoru for?”
“It’s Nanami-san.” He didn’t even look at her.
“Excuse me?”
“Nanami, my name.”
“Right, sorry, I just heard Satoru and just assumed.” She was rambling at this point.
“What was that?” Mr. Arctic, cold as ever.
“You know what, nevermind.” She attempted to slide away from him right when Satoru came back with the drinks, and boy did he bring back drinks!
“Thank god, I’ll slide back out and switch if you’d like?” Chiyori’s second attempt at putting space between herself and the blonde fell flat. She felt like she was suffocating under his cold presence.
“Don’t be silly, scooch over. I brought shots!” It seemed as though Satoru had brought back the whole bar. Multiple shots and cocktails for the table.
“Did you bribe the bartender? Jeez! This is way more than just a couple of drinks!”
“Nope, just blew him a couple months back and he’s been trying to keep my attention ever since.”
“Toru, you tease!” Chiyori laughed and kept her focus on her friend. The hell with Mr. Arctic, the night was still young! The shots kept coming and the suffocation of Nanami’s presence didn’t let up. All Chiyori could notice was the tightness of Nanami’s shirt and the veins in his arms or the length of his fingers. No matter how hard she tried to ignore his presence she couldn’t. She felt herself getting frustrated. I swear it should be illegal for unavailable men to be this attractive and of course I say unavailable because the man clearly hates me. Either that or he’s gay. Could that be why he’s so angry at my presence? The second the thought entered Chiyori’s mind, it was like a light bulb went off in her head. Am I cockblocking this man with Satoru??? It all made sense. His disdain… maybe Nanami Kento was like her, maybe he doesn’t get a lot of time to go out and meet people for… personal reasons. She felt like such a ditz! At that moment Chiyori decided she still had time to make things right with Nanami and set to put her plan in motion.
Chiyori loosened up almost instantly. She found herself leaning on Nanami, placing her hand to his defined chest. She felt like a whole new person, laughing more, engaging with the pretty blonde more without a care about how he received it. Sometimes she would place her hand on his thigh, anything to help make him feel more included. It’s okay, I understand now. Chiyori felt like a mastermind who finally cracked the code on the encrypted file that was Nanami Kento.
Satoru was adamant about one more round so Chiyori took this opportunity to let Nanami know that she would get out of his hair soon so he could have Satoru for himself. She leaned in real close, placed her hand on Nanami’s biceps and spoke directly into his ear. She ignored how intimate it felt to be this close to Nanami and said what she had assumed he’d been waiting to hear all night.
“When Satoru gets back, I’ll make my escape and you’ll have him all to yourself. That’s when you’ll make your move, okay?” She leaned back to look at Nanami’s face and he looked mortified.
“Don’t give me that look, you’re a fucking ten. If this is how you look after a hard day of work, I can only imagine what you look like after letting yourself indulge in some Gojo Satoru fun.” Chiyori giggled like a school girl. She was surprised at how bold she was being with Nanami after spending most of the night afraid to look him in the eyes. Nonetheless, She continued her assault. “Look, I’m sure he’s into you too! I personally wouldn't have picked him, you’re more my type but alas, we all can’t get what we want.”
Nanami never got the chance to respond, Satoru was back and Chiyori slid out the booth before he could slide in. She tried to ignore the pang she felt after putting space between Nanami and herself so instead opted for putting her arms around Satoru’s neck. She leaned into his embrace and let him know about her departure.
“I’m heading back to the hotel. Have fun and be safe, you lucky prick. God, he’s hot.” Chiyori ignored the confused look Satoru gave her and left. She was in an uber and back at her hotel room before I knew it. She tried to fall asleep as soon as she got back but all she could think about was the crinkle in Nanami’s eyes when he found out she was leaving. She thought of his blue collared shirt and the top buttons he had undone. But most importantly she thought of Gojo and how horrible of a friend she’s being for thinking of Nanami in this way when it was so obvious they were at the bar together. If she was lucky, she wouldn’t have to see Nanami again. She loved Gojo but she knew he wasn’t the committing type. Maybe she could let herself indulge in thoughts of Nanami just for tonight. She could beg for forgiveness later but tonight, Chiyori wanted to be selfish. Maybe it was all the drinks but she felt hot all over. Chiyori let her fingers dance around her navel, tempting her to go to where she needs attention the most. Just for tonight, she thought as she slipped her fingers past her pantyline and let herself come undone to thoughts of Nanami Kento.
Chapter 2
