My MBTI is ENTP, I'm a huge nerd for such stuff lol
I love watching anime, reading manga, baking and art
English is not my first language.
I have just started writing and using tumblr
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The content that I would write will consist mostly of fluff, angst w comfort, etc.
I MIGHT give writing smut a try but I'm not very sure purely because it is VERY difficult to write.
I will write mostly for jjk, though that might change later on.
I will not be updating regularly, I write purely for fun and because it helps me release stress caused due to school work and all, I’ve other priorities as well
At times I might write 3 fics a week and sometimes 1 fic in 2 weeks, it is what it is
-> nanami finds love w someone unexpected and it’s the best thing ever, kinda slow build up? I had a theme in mind idk if I’m able to properly put it in writing or not 😞
a/n : first fic ever I apologise if it’s bad I’m open to criticism but pls don’t be too harsh I’ll actually cry, I love nanami kento with my whole heart 🤭, also I might turn this into a series cause I had a TON of ideas but I thought I’d just write this much and their everyday life stories I can share separately. Also English isn’t my first language so if any grammar errors or anything like that please overlook thank youuu
Credits : @uzmacchiato for the beautiful dividers, all her dividers are absolutely gorgeous, thank you so much 💛💛
Nanami expected his university life to be the same as ever; study, work, eat, workout and repeat. He wasn't disappointed by those expectations, rather, he looked forward to living a simple and quiet life with the same routine everyday. The simplicity of life is what pleased him, thinking of growing old and having a family of his own filled him with a sense of calmness. He had everything he needed in order to live that life. The only thing missing? A partner. He had almost given up on relationships altogether as his dating life’s track record wasn't exactly good, the longest he had dated someone was for 7 months, and that relationship ended with both of them losing interest and agreeing on a mutual breakup. Nanami knew that others considered him strict and boring, even his friends teased him about it. He did not take any offence to it, he knew his interests weren't everyone's cup of tea. Even after Satoru jokingly told him to get a personality makeover, he didn't bother listening.
‘If someone stays with you after you change your personality, do they even actually love you?’, is what he thought.
Which is why, after being assigned to the same group as you, he didn't expect the girl with the glasses who barely talks to anyone and gives the shortest responses ever, to be the one who he would spend the rest of his life with.
It all started with meeting the members of the group in the classroom. Satoru, Shoko, Nanami, Suguru, and you. Satoru, Sugure and Shoko already knew each other and Nanami had had brief encounters with them (after which Satoru stalked him and called him his best friend for no reason at all). You had been known in the class as the silent one, even more so than nanami, and anyone who spoke to you was glared at and sent away in an instant. After exchanging contact info, and agreeing to meet up at the cafe where almost all the students with a caffeine addiction went to study, Nanami left. However, he was curious about you, throughout the entire exchange you answered in nods, avoided eye contact, and when satoru tried to joke with you, made a disgusted face as a response to which satoru started fake crying.
‘It is natural to be curious about someone you’ve never spoken to before’ , he said to himself as he took the bus to go home.
The next week, on the date when everyone agreed to meet at 3 PM, only you and nanami were there, at 2:30. Nanami entered the cafe to find you sitting alone in a booth with seating area enough for 6 people, quietly working on your laptop with an iced americano on the side.
“Good evening”, he says as he sits on the other end and takes out his own study material. “Evening.”, you say, not sparing him a single glance as you continued typing away. “You’re here early”, he tries to start a conversation. “So are you.”, and you shut it down. Taking the hint and realising that you don’t want to talk, he quietly works on what he can till the others arrive. An hour and a half passes and there hasn't been a single sighting of the troublesome trio. “Where are they?”, he asks, to which you reply with a simple shrug. “If they don’t show up I’ll take their names off of the credits of the presentation.”, you say while checking your phone for any messages from them, all the while Nanami just looks at you, taking in your appearance, the jewellery you're wearing, how it is just as classy as you are and paired perfectly with the watch on your right hand’s wrist. In the end you both end up doing the work till 7 PM. Eventually you shift just to sit a bit closer to him and get a look at what he is doing, “Good work”, you say with a small smile just barely there, which causes him to think to himself, ‘She complimented me.’.
He found out he quite enjoyed your presence, your small and barely there compliments, your sweet perfume which was quite a contrast to your cold personality, finding out you’re interested in romance novels as he accidentally catches a glimpse of your online novels while looking through the slide you were showing him, how you’re not only intelligent but also a good cook as one day you bring a slice of cheesecake you baked for him to eat, how your ears turn red when you are shy even though your face remains unchanged. He found himself looking forward to the regular group meet ups which he used to see as a tedious task to be completed, only because of you.
At the end of the month, after submission of the assignment was completed, he built up the courage to ask you if you both could study together, expecting you to coldly shut him down. To his pleasant surprise, you gave him a small nod before turning away, but not fast enough for him to not see the small smile on your face and your red ears (his own face red as ever).
A few weeks pass like this and he finds himself often thinking of you, now texting you regularly about the study material and recommending you books which he thought you ought to like. Over time he started getting you small gifts, it started with a fountain pen which he thought you would like, and now he was buying you novels which he knew you’ll enjoy.
Both of you opened up to the other, and found comfort, Nanami expressing his desires for a simple, calm life and you expressing your desire for succeeding in life while at the same time all you wanted was to live away from everyone with someone you love in a library and a whole bunch of cats.
Both of you were at a bar, the weather gloomy and cold, sunlight hidden behind the dark grey clouds, yet there was a strangely comforting vibe as you sat next to each other with your drinks in hand. You leaned onto his shoulder and closed your eyes while sighing calmly, silently wishing that this moment lasted forever. You knew you and nanami had a connection, one which you never had with anyone before, you knew you had feelings for him and expected it was the same for him as well. Yet there was still a tinge of fear, fear that you'll ruin this friendship which you hold close to heart, fear that you'll lose the everyday texts where you shared which books you read, random pictures of cats you found on the street, 2 AM calls with both of you pulling your hair due to an unsolvable physics question (an unbearable task you were able to accomplish only because of his company). You felt selfish, wanting to keep him only for yourself, to only speak to you about the books he loves, about how he discovered a new way to brew coffee, about everything.
Nanami wraps his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder, maybe to warm you up from the cold weather, maybe to comfort you, or, maybe just to let you that he’s there. It has been 3 months since he first met you. And it suddenly hit him the day before, he loves you. It’s not that he has a crush on you, but he loves you. He didn’t even realise when the faceless person he imagined as his partner in his own future was replaced by you, when he started waking up hoping that you were next to him, ate his breakfast while solving the daily crossword while thinking of how cute you’d look saying that it was a child’s play for you, how he started smiling and talking in your presence, how he wanted to hold you, hug you, make you happy and cherish you for his life.
He couldn’t let you go, and neither could you let go of him.
Which is why it was no surprise when after leaving the bar nanami gently held your cold hand and wrapped his scarf around your neck, and asked you out. His face red, as he nervously stuttered over his words, his warm harms holding yours and all the while you could only think of how adorable this man in front of you is. After he clumsily finishes his confession, you can’t help but not in agreement, and say, “I’d love to go on a date with you, nanami.”. He melted upon hearing those words, his tense shoulders relaxed as he sighed deeply and hugged you while giving a small kiss to your forehead.
That’s how you ended up here, 5 years later, a diamond ring on your finger from a month ago when Nanami proposed to you, lying in his arms trying to solve the daily crossword and muttering something about how this one didn’t make sense; all the while nanami gently combed his hand through your hair, caressing your arm and giving you light kisses on your neck here and there.
Both of are you content and happy, knowing that the rest of your life will be with each other, living happily together.
Note: I hope you enjoyed reading 😭 if not I get it I do need more practise, reviews and anything will be appreciated, thank you for reading this 💖💕
-> 18+ MDNI PLEASE, smut, jealous reader, reader is aggressive and angry, annoying pick me (she leaves), edging, bdsm, etc idk what else to write, very short
A/n : first attempt at writing smut idk what this is, this is cliche yet at the same time dom satoru who’ll ruin me i need him please (might be a bit awkward you’ve been WARNED)
It’s a lowkey party, not like the loud ravers that often happen where 100s of people show up. No. This one is with friends, a group of people who successfully passed their end of semester exams.
You’re right next to gojo, sitting quietly with a sweatshirt over your tank top, the chain unzipped and wearing loose pyjamas, comfortable clothes since this is yours and gojo’s house.
You’ve always been quiet, which is why it was a surprise when people found out you and gojo were dating, no one saw it coming. Most of them were supportive, you’re the smartest one in class and even though you’re quiet, you’re helpful and at times even tutor others, most in fact said that you’re too good for Gojo. Key word here being: most.
It’s no shock that gojo’s popular with his good looks and how he’s built, but he’s also kind and respectful, always helping those he can, that’s actually how he met you.
Both of you had volunteered to help your juniors, the first years, with navigating their way through the campus and were to help them with whatever you can. This lead to him working with you and both of you eventually fell for each other, him due to how you were always strict but kind and you due to how grounded and caring he was. Both of you balanced each other perfectly.
But due his popularity, there were certain people who were against him dating you, even though they had no right whatsoever to have a say in this.
One of them being present today. The girl with the really long hair, and the high pitched voice. She is beautiful, you wouldn’t say no to that, you might’ve even liked to be friends with her! Only one problem. She acts like she hates you. You never really knew what a pick me meant, not having spoken to much people outside of studies. But oh goodness, this bitch. She infuriated you. She is sitting next to gojo, your boyfriend, giggling and keeps on trying to touch him. You are so close to just kicking her out of the house.
“So, toru! How’d you and y/n start going out? Such an unlikely pair, the two of you!”, she said while giggling, her shrill voice piercing your ears and the disgust towards her visible on your face.
“It was the volunteer program that took place at the beginning of the year…y/n and I worked together for it and I just fell for her.”, he replied after shifting away from her and pulling you towards himself. “She’s an angel and I couldn’t help fall for her.”, he says while giving you a kiss on the forehead, making you blush and the disgust disappearing from your face. You had always been shy when it came to PDA but with satoru you had grown comfortable and now it just felt right.
“You know toru, I’m glad you started choosing who you want to date based on personality. Your past girlfriends, all beautiful but never really good enough for you. Y/n, you know his ex is a model! Not to make you insecure or anything, but you must be quite a girl for him to pick you, huh? Hahahah…or was it a dare, toru? Just kidding guys! Just kidding!”
You were fuming. But you had never been good with confronting others and you didn’t know how to reply other than slapping her, because that’s how you dealt with people like her. “No one’s laughing”, you say. “Oh you know I didn’t mean it like that! I’m just letting you know how lucky you are! Toru could’ve gone for someone like me even! I’ve both looks and personality”, she says while shifting a bit closer to him. “No hard feelings, sweetie.”
You just nodded and let it go, since the convo was between you and her as since earlier gojo had shifted his attention to Geto, and others were busy with their own conversations. Gojo noticed how you were now quiet as he hugged you from behind, “all good sweetheart?” He asks while giving your neck kisses, making you blush and all the irritation immediately goes away. “Yeah…just trying not to slap this bitch”, you whisper to him at which he chuckles. “Should I do it for you? I don’t particularly enjoy hitting people but if it makes you happy I’d do anything”, he says as he pulls you in his lap completely, her presence forgotten entirely.
Just as you were about to reply she starts again, “So! Y/n! I heard you scored the highest, again! Huh? What’s that about? Do you do anything other than study? hahaha, wouldn’t want toru to get bored, hm?”, she says with her shrill voice and you’re about to lunge off of gojo’s lap and punch her but he holds you down, knowing you’d regret it later on. “Toru, if she calls you toru one more time I’m cutting her tongue off.”, you whisper to him, your hands tightly gripping his arms.
He just rubs his nose against your neck, “I understand my love, I’ll do that myself, don’t worry.” He turns to look at her, “y/n scored the highest cause she’s smart, that’s true and she dos study a lot, but I’d never get bored of her, with the way she conducted our study sessions I think I’ll ace everything, her rewards are that good ”
You blush at his words, you know he’s just being appreciative and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but when you’re reminded of how he helped you revise with his cock stuffed deep inside your cunt, short, shallow thrusts as you were writing the answers which he said would help you focus more, his hands underneath your shirt pinching your nipples and edging you for 10 minutes for every wrong answer; you can’t help but go red in the face and feel yourself clench and shift in his lap.
Another thing, both of you are freaks when it comes to sex.
Gojo is kind and so respectful, but he’s also sly. You don’t miss the way his cock hardens underneath you. The memory of you underneath the table with his huge cock barely fitting inside your mouth as he tried to study, claiming that your mouth keeping his cock warm would help him focus more and retain more information; makes him so horny and makes his pants tighten as he grips your waist and pulls you impossibly closer.
The girl is watching this all happen, not missing the way his eyes only see you and how he’s lightly grinding against you with you being a blushy mess and telling him to stop.
“I didn’t think y/n was the type to be so…y’know? Were the rumours of you sleeping with the professor for extra credit true? No wonder you always rank 1st hahaha…what? Take a joke guys!”, she says, her voice full of jealousy and negativity.
You’re still on gojo’s lap, his arms wrapped around you. “I don’t know why you hate me so much, but no, those rumours weren’t true. I know it’s difficult for someone like you to understand that people can actually learn shit and do well by themselves, I’m not the one constantly aiming for other’s validation.”
“Are you saying I’m aiming for other’s validation? That’s crazy. Toru! Your little- oops- your not so little girlfriend is being mean to me!”, she says in a childlike voice and you’ve had it. You take your drink from the table in front of the couch and ‘accidentally’ spill it on her. And by accidentally I mean, almost smash the glass in her head if gojo didn’t hold your hand back, knowing how angry you can get.
You pull her in as you ‘help’ her clean up. “Listen here, you little bitch. If you call him toru one more time I will not hesitate to cut off your tongue and hurt you very badly. I’ve tolerated your disrespect this entire evening and now I’ve had it. Clean up and leave.”
Her face is red in embarrassment as she sees Gojo come near you and pull you away before you actually try and send her to afterlife. He tells you to go and relax in the room while he wraps everything up. “T-Toru, did you hear what she said to me?! She called me a bitch and threatened me!”, she said, still not giving up. “My angel? No, she wouldn’t do such a thing.” “Ask her!”
“No. She’s tired enough, besides even if she did, she must’ve had her reasons, you are quite annoying. And one more thing, if you call me toru one more time, I won’t hesitate to throw a punch at you. Now, leave.”
“What do you even see in her?!”, she says. Almost everyone has left after gojo told Geto and Shoko to wrap the party up, “all she does is stick her nose in books! She doesn’t even look that good!”
“Oh dear”, he starts, “what do I see in her? What can’t I? She is lovey, absolutely lovely. She’s smart and everything that one can ask for, she doesn’t look that good? Are you crazy? I can cum just by looking at her, her warmth makes me go crazy and all I can think of when I’m deep inside her is that one day we’ll be married and have little kids running around- oh. I should get her pregnant! What a lovely idea, I guess I’ve you to thank. Now…are you going to leave or stay and watch like a pathetic bitch? You’d probably enjoy that, huh?”, he says, his tone cruel and mean as he roughly pushes her out of the house while she’s left bewildered and a stuttering mess at what just happened. “You are so mean—” Just as she’s about to start he slams the door. Tired.
As he enters the room he’s greeted by you kissing him, grinding against him aggressively. “Who invited that bitch?”, you asked angrily. “It was geto sweetie, he said he wanted to see you beat someone up.”, he says while chuckling and leaning down to kiss your neck as his hands grope your body. One hand on your hip and the other underneath your tank top fondling your breasts. “Is my darling jealous?” “I don’t get jealous.” “Sure you don’t, liars get punished you know?”, he says, his voice lower now causing you to freeze, the last time he ‘punished’ you, he had you tied up the entire time and didn’t let you cum for three days, this cruel man.
“…maybe I am a bit pissed off. I’m going to kill geto.” “Aww…you had every right to be…she was being a bitch.”, he says as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, your top thrown somewhere on the ground, his face right in between your breasts.
He places you on the bed and kisses your breast, your nipples perking up as he drools over them. He pulls off your pyjamas and the wet panties, his dick getting uncomfortably hard at the sight of you pinching your nipples trying to get some relief. He slaps your hands to your sides. “Good girls don’t touch themselves”, he says as he kisses down till your stomach, slowly and attentively, leaving hickeys and bite marks on your entire body. Before you know it he’s between your legs greeted by your wet cunt, your hole clenching as you leak onto the bed and your clit swollen. “Aw my girl is so happy to see me!” He says while pinching your clit, which is bursting having edged the entire day. One thing about gojo was that he’s a freak, a sadist and he loved, absolutely adored, edging you. Seeing your smart mouth spew out nonsense as you swayed your hips in front of him to get some pleasure made him go crazy. He had started touching you in the morning, stopping once you were about to climax telling you to wait like a good girl, the torturous touches paired with the bitch’s evil presence made you even more frustrated as you whined while pouting, “please toru…’ve been good the entire day…”
“I guess seeing my girl get all possessive of me did make me happy”, he says while pulling his cock out of his underwear, the tip flushed red, about 8 inches long and still not fully hard, as he slowly stroked himself to the sight in front of him. You naked with your legs spread wide in front of him, your pussy twitching at the sight of his cock, your eyes glassy as all the thoughts seemed to leave your brain.
“Why don’t I calm you down, hm? What should we do today? Do you want to use the toys? Suck me off while riding a dildo…do you remember you did that before the physics final…or, do you want me to gag you and cuff your hands behind your back as you ride me…hm? I think you did that after our 3rd date…such a cute and smart slut I have” he says as he licks your pussy and gives a kiss to the clit causing your entire body to twitch. “Don’t you worry seeetheart, I’ll take care of you, just the way you like it. Oh, also, I’ll be cumming inside tonight, should keep my baby filled up, hm?”
A/n : something short cause I had a bad day and I love angst this isn’t proofread so grammar is out the window, might make a part 2 or I’ll keep it as it is eheehehheh
Angst (no comfort so far), Nanami is mean, reader is insecure about her voice and how much she talks, abandonment issues on reader’s end?, very ooc I think, I love nanami guys should I redeem him, idk what Ts is tbh I just wrote whatever came into my mind
Nanami kento had always been a quiet soul, he was happy with his life and how everything went on and the silence of his life was filled by the daily talks from his wife, you. He doesn’t think of it as a bad thing, rather, he looks forward to it, after a long day of work returning home to you with your stories was always relaxing. Whether it’s about gossip at your workplace or about a new show you’re watching or a new hobby you’ve started learning, it was his own podcast which he listened to religiously. He almost treated it like one would treat meditation audios, your voice brought him peace and knowing you were comfortable enough to tell him everything without shying away from him made him happy.
It wasn’t always like this. At the beginning of your relationship you had been the quiet one. You would apologise if you laughed too loudly or smiled too brightly at times, you would cover your face when speaking and apologise if you spoke for more than five minutes without realising. Nanami later found out while you guys were dating that it was due to how you were always characterised as the loud annoying person as a kid. You were excluded almost all the time in middle school and ever since then you made a note of not speaking too much.
“I know it’s stupid, and that I was just a kid but…you matter to me and you’re the last person who I’d want to think of me as annoying…”, you said. To which he replied, “I appreciate you telling me this…and it isn’t stupid at all sweetheart …I just want to make one thing clear, nothing you say can ever annoy me. I love your voice,”, his hand cradled your face, “I want to be someone who you’re comfortable around…I won’t force you if you’re uncomfortable, but if there’s anything you can think of telling me, please do so…we will work through it little by little, hm? I’m always here for you and you talking to me is not something that’d push me away, I love you.” “I love you too…” You remember that day so well, how your eyes teared up as you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders and how you hugged him and cried as he comforted you.
Which is why the present hurts you even more. You had quite an exciting day; you had just finished your crochet project (which was a scarf for nanami), your day at work went well and the show you love had just aired the first episode of its new season. You had so much to tell him! However, nanami had a particularly bad day; at work barely anything went right, another car scratched his in the parking lot, and the car stopped working in the middle of the road. He was pissed, rightfully so. When he returned home you sensed that he was in a bad mood, so you stayed quiet for some time. “Ken? Is everything okay?” “Just tired..rough day” “you should have some dinner, maybe you’ll feel better then…?” “No.” “…cmon, a meal won’t hurt- I tried a new recipe today! I’ll tell you about it hm? You can also tell me about what happened at work, talking about it would help.” “Not everyone likes talking all the time like you, I’m telling you no and I mean no.”
That threw you off.
“…what is that supposed to mean?”, you say, your heart tightening and the nervousness you hadn’t felt in so long suddenly spread throughout your body. “Do you really wanna do this right now?”, he says, his voice cold. He knew he was being harsh but his thoughts and feelings were muddled and the words just came out of his mouth before he could think. “I’m tired and I said that I don’t want to eat, what’s so difficult to understand?” “I never said it’s difficult to understand, I get it that you’re in a bad mood but eating is important. I can get you something light if you want—” “Just be quiet for once, please.”, he says as he rubs his forehead and his eyebrows furrow with his eyes shut. “…you can still be kind, you know? I’m only trying to help Ken and this isn’t how we communicate…”, you say, internally you’re shaking but you’ve learnt that you need to express yourself and nanami always listens, even when angry, you trust him. “How do we communicate? From what I have seen it’s always you talking eating my brains out. I get that you love to talk and yes I encourage it but oh my goodness are you incapable of reading the room and just shutting up?!”, he says as he stands up and angrily walks around the room.
“…you’re being mean.”, you say quietly. There’s so much more you want to say, but you’re scared. This is what you were afraid of. And he’s only letting you know what he thinks now? After all these years? This doesn’t even make sense to you!
“Oh forgive me for not treating you like a kid for once! Grow up! When I tell you to leave me alone, leave me alone! You’re not a little girl who lived a tough life! Do you know how difficult it is to tolerate you at times?! Marrying you was supposed to be the best thing that ever happened to me but now—”, he stops abruptly as he sees the sight in front of him.
You’ve backed up into a corner as he kept on getting closer, your eyes tearing up as you look down at your feet because you know if you look at him you will break in a way that can’t be fixed. You’re shaking slightly, your ears and face red due to embarrassment. You’re embarrassed at how you misread everything, how you actually let your guard down, how you trusted him, how you believed that someone like you was actually loved for who are.
“Sorry…I’m…sorry…I didn’t mean to…”, you sniffle, “I…didn’t know that that’s how you felt.” . Your voice breaks. He can hear the heartbreak in your voice. He can see how the few words which he said because of a moment of anger have potentially ruined his marriage. “No- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean it like that sweetheart please—”, he says as he steps forward to reach out for you but stops when he sees you flinch and step away, still not looking at him.
“…you should sleep…if you want to of course…I’ll…I’ll go to the guest room for today.” , you say, your voice still small as a tear rolls down your face and you quickly turn around to exit. You don’t look at him even once. You’re furious, embarrassed, ashamed and scared all at once. You hate how you thought he actually meant everything he said about loving your voice. Hate how you trusted him. You know at times people can frustrated but what he said basically implied that he regretted marrying you…that’s too far. You’re embarrassed of yourself, while at the same time your feelings are conflicted. You’re also angry at him, furious. How dare he use your insecurities against you? When he knows how you can be about such stuff? You don’t expect him to baby you but some consideration- no- a lot of consideration and love and care is to be expected from him! He’s your husband for goodness’s sake! He’s supposed to be there for you. If he felt such things he should’ve said so! Why now!? Why use it to hurt you?! Before you know it, you’re in the guest room, curled up in a ball on the bed. You hate everything. How sensitive you are. How you fail to stand up for yourself. How you are too emotional. You hate yourself and how pathetic you feel as all you do is sob while hugging the pillow.
On the other end of the hallway is nanami kento, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. Where did all those words come from? Why did he hurt you? Why did he spew such nonsense? He stands up and walks towards the door and notices that on the shelf is the scarf you crocheted. He also notices how you embroidered his and your initials with a heart in between at the edge. Thinking of how proud you probably were of the project and how much effort you put into this just for him to ruin it all makes him hate himself. Hate how stupid he was. Hate how he hurt you. Hate how he made you feel that you were being a bother.
He walks tiredly towards the door of the guest room and can hear you sobbing. He knocks on it, in response to which you tell him to leave. “Darling…my love…I’m so sorry. Please let me in, let me see you…”. You don’t respond, and cry even harder. Did he ruin the one thing he cherished most in life cause of a bad day?
All he can do is sit in front of the door and wait…wait till you’re ready to look at him again, till you can speak to him again, till you can forgive him, till you can smile freely around him again, till you can trust him again…
Note : I hope yall like this sorry if it’s bad lol
Popular gojo w nerdy reader who thinks he’s an asshole
-> academic rivals to lovers kinda, they're rivals in this one, this is based in college, they're both science majors, i apologise for getting stuff wrong I am not in college yet so just ignore any incorrect terms used, a smidge of smut (nothing between the characters) so MINORS LEAVE NOW, reader is nerdy (can you tell I love nerdy tropes), reader wears glasses, reader is secretly a pervert (we like), gojo is an asshole, use of profanities at times, sassy men apocalypse, gojo being dramatic and geto encouraging it, gojo is supposed to be an annoying person with a superiority complex lolol
a/n : this was supposed to be just one part but it got too long and so I decided to divide it into parts (I'm just a very slow writer chat), this is also very lwk as it is just an intro so there's an idea as to what their dynamic is like, i would love reviews and comments so i have an idea as to what is good and what isn't, keep in mind i started writing recently only and english is not my first language, I also used the gradient text!!!! I would've edited the whole thing like that but I'm too lazy for it.
Word count : 1.6k
Credits : @uzmacchiato for gradient text tutorial and dividers love them sm
Satoru Gojo, everyone knew who he was, how couldn’t they? The guy who constantly placed 1st during examinations, was popular among the girls (and some guys), was rich as fuck and overall was perfect. He had the perfect looks, the perfect scores and the perfect life. He is exactly the type of person, you DO NOT interact with. You transferred to this institute after receiving a scholarship and decided to steer clear of such people, afraid of being bullied or picked on due to past experiences. You had decided to be quiet, lay low, score well and just do well enough so that your professors know you exist.
Which is why it’s a surprise when you see the white haired blue eyed freak in front of you at the college cafeteria, approaching YOU first. Compared to him, you were just another grain of sand in a desert whereas he was the diamond which everyone went crazy over. There can’t possibly be any reason for him to seek you out? Wrong.
All hell broke lose at 8 AM early in the morning for gojo satoru. Perfect in all the ways, he woke up at 5 AM, went for a run and then to the gym while flirting with every woman in sight. On his way home after picking up his coffee from his favourite overpriced cafeteria (and obviously flirting with the girl who wrote his name on his cup as “satoru <3”), he feels his phone buzz, no doubt it was the results from this semester’s examinations. Usually students would not even wake up on such a dreadful day, but satoru? This arrogant jerk was, as already said many times, the best. He had a record for getting the 1st rank the highest number of times, so obviously, he expected the same this time as well. But when he opened the document attached, and saw the number “2” next to his name, he felt his heart stop beating for a whole minute. ‘That’s wrong.’ , he thought.
He rechecked, called the reception, all while running home and angrily screaming at whoever had the misfortune of speaking to him. As he entered his house after being told there was no error at all, he was furious, even more so than before. He knew he was spoilt, he knew he was born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he knew people either hated him or worshipped him. But the one thing he had earned was his success in academics. He worked hard day and night to score well, while at the same time maintaining an image to make it seem like it was all too easy for him. So now, after years since 1st grade, when a new no good kid who literally no one had heard of, ranked above him, he was livid. Absolutely. Livid.
Which brings us back to now, him approaching you in the cafeteria and you sitting alone with a brownie in front of you and your organic chemistry book right next to your dessert like a psycho.
“…what?” , you say after he stares at you for 10 minutes, going against your better judgement to ignore him.
“What do you mean “what?”? Since you’re so intelligent, figure it out yourself.”, he says, clearly ticked off. “Look, I don’t know which professor someone like you somehow seduced or whatever trick you pulled and somehow managed to cheat, come clean and I’ll ask the management to go easy on you. There’s no way you ranked 1st, so don’t bother with the lies.”, he continues.
Oh. He was even more of an asshole than you had originally believed him to be.
“Listen, gojo.”, you stand up.
“Leave me alone and do whatever you want, I didn’t cheat neither did I use any inappropriate means to score well. Your comments are rude and disgusting. As for the school management thing, I don’t need you to do anything because I’m not guilty in the first place. One thing that I would recommend t is, stop acting like a little bitch over these ranks. If this is your reaction instead of trying to study harder then no wonder you got 2nd rank. I’ll be going now, have a good day.”, you say, your voice sharp yet respectful as you turn around to leave.
He’s left standing with his mouth wide open in surprise, how dare someone like you, dressed in the most plain clothes with nerdy glasses and barely any presence, speak to someone like him in such a manner?
Throughout the entire next semester he kept on having a one sided competition with you, one would think after so much time he would’ve realised it’s not that serious and just leave you alone, right? No. And this provided his friends with the perfect opportunity to mess with him. Teasing him over how a nobody beat him and betting over who would ace the next exam. Somehow all of this ends up with Suguru telling him, “If she annoys you so much, why don’t you distract her instead of trying to compete with her? Just date her, she doesn’t look like she has even held hands with someone in her life. I remember you pulling that trick with some other girl last year, just do that again.”
“That’s ridiculous- me date that person? Me?”, he says as he brushes his fingers through his hair.
“Hey, you don’t actually have to be in love with her- just do enough to distract her and eventually break up. She won’t be able to focus.”, suguru says, highlighting his notes.
“It’s stupid, and a waste of time, and she hates me, she is conspiring against me I'm telling you. I have a theory, I don't think she is a human being.”
“It'll be fun, you guys actually have a very hilarious dynamic,"
"I mean it can't be possible for her to be human- she has to be an alien- no one can study chemistry for that long! She smiles- smiles, while studying chemistry, suguru!", he continues, lost in his own world.
"Okay, stop spiralling...and I don't think she hates you, she just thinks you're stupid.”
“So you just want entertainment? You enjoy seeing me be humiliated? Is that it? Is this all our friendship is to you?” , He says while putting his hand on his chest as if he was told the most devastating news ever.
“Don’t we all want entertainment? And you playing around with women is nothing new, is it? Or, do you actually believe that you can't have her be attracted to you?”
And that was the last straw for Gojo. Someone reject him? With his looks? Not possible. "Fine. Give me a few weeks. All of you are idiots."
"It's just me here-" "I know others set you up to this, you betrayer. You traitor."
All Suguru can do is laugh as he sees Gojo walk off, knowing that he was going to be a total drama queen about this.
That’s how gojo found himself in the library which you always went to, walking around and looking for you. He found you with your nose deep inside a book, which didn’t surprise him at all. What did surprise him though, were the contents of the book which came into view as he quietly approached you from behind. “She felt him deep inside, her senses heightened due to the blindfold and the handcuffs, the restraints only adding to the pleasure. All she could do was let out a moan as he spanked her and bent down to whisper right next to her ear-“
“Good girl.”
You hear gojo whisper right next to your ear, as a response to which you jump and slam the book shut, your face turning red in an instant.
“What are you-?!”
“I think the question is what are you reading..?”
He says as he picks up the book which you fail to reach for due to how freakishly tall he is.
“Interesting, very very very interesting.” He says while flipping through the pages.
“Gojo satoru stop right now. Give me back the book.”, your whisper scream, already having received a warning from the librarian.
“Oh sweetheart I didn’t know you had such interests, a bit frustrated, are we?”
“If you want to get slapped just say you, Gojo.”
“Oh please, you’re the one who wants to get slapped, and a lot more it turns out- WOW this is freaky - I can help, y'know?”, he says while lowering the book allowing you to snatch it away from him.
“Why are you here?”, you say while fixing your hair and glasses, your ears red from embarrassment.
‘Cute’, gojo thinks as he sees your flustered appearance
“I’m your partner for the project assigned today.”
“Huh? No it was that guy with the blonde hair- I forgot his name—”
“Yeah he got sick, said won’t be there for the next 2 weeks so I’m here”
“…but that’s not how this works.”
“The professor herself said so, you can ask her yourself.”, he says, his expression neutral with that annoying smirk of his still present.
“…okay…”, you say, still skeptical about the whole situation.
“So, why don’t we start tomorrow, since you clearly busy with something very important. I honestly thought you were an innocent one y'know? It’s a pleasant surprise don’t get me wrong- I’m all for people being open about their sexuality and whatnot—”
“Shut. Up.” You said as you covered your face.
"At the library though? I mean that's bold but you know what? I respect-"
“Just leave, we can go over the details through text”
“Bye bye sweetheart~”
“Don’t call me that unless you want to get kicked.”
He just smirks as he turns around and walks away. ‘This’ll be fun’, he thinks.
note- so I hope y’all like this pls forgive me if it’s shitty 😭😭😭
A series of short fics where we see how gojo and reader's relationship started out as a rivalry and somehow resulted in them dating
This will contain profanities, angst, fluff, smut (not much) so MDNI, nothing too toxic, good old academic rivals to lovers, bad english, I'll add more as I write cause idk where I am going w this
-> Table of contents-
1. How it all began~
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Credits- @uzmacchiato for the dividers always love love love love them💗💗💗
Hi! How you doing the combination in the titles? Can you do a tutorial please! Thanks!
𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗧𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗥
Hello @elvisbdoll 🫶🏻
~ Firstly, I'll share the link from where I learnt to do that. It is explained in a very easy and short way here.
~ You need to use Tumblr web on your phone or laptop for this idk why it doesn't work on the app.
~ I'll also explain below in my own detailed way, hoping that this becomes easy for anyone who follows my posts and wants to know how I do it😁
• Website for the Gradient Text :
PATORJK.COM
• Detailed process of how I use customised gradient text on Tumblr :
( Pay attention to the colors that I have used in the steps as well as the screenshots to understand better. The markings on the photos are to make it easier to spot what I'm talking about. )
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1. Create a post on Tumblr by writing the text you want to make a gradient of and save it as a draft. [Saving a draft helps you in not losing your work while doing all this 🥲]
In that draft → Go to the Settings wheel and in the Text Editor section select HTML which is required by Tumblr to read a coded* text.
* ( The colors of the Gradient text are basically coded into text on the Website I shared above. Hence, changing into the HTML type here will help Tumblr recognise that coded text and turn it into a normal Gradient colored text. )
2. You will see a coded version of the text you wrote which is encoded between <h1>...your text...</h1> for my text in the photo below. You can toggle between HTML & Preview to see the coded and uncoded(normal) version of the text. Now, COPY the normal version of the text from the Preview mode that you want to turn into gradient.
3. Visit the WEBSITE in the link I've shared above.
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A: is the part where you PASTE the text you just copied and want to change into a Gradient.
B: is the NUMBER OF COLORS you want to use in the gradient.
C: is the part where you put the COLOR CODES (HEX/RGB) or just swipe to get the desired color from the color wheel.
4. I pasted the TEXT in the text box and made the changes that I need to do to get the gradient. I used 4 colors and put the Hex codes for the Teal and Beige colors. Once you're done click on "Generate Color Coded Text".
{There are more options like Horizontal Gradient/Vertical Gradient/One color for each line/Horizontal Gradient for each line/Random color generator,etc. You can also save a color combination you made by clicking on Save Local. But these are options which you can use after you've gotten used to it.}
5. On the next page you'll get to see a PREVIEW of the text and the coded text in the box below. Click on SELECT ALL and COPY the coded text.
[ If you want to make any changes you can go back by clicking on "Create a new fade" and you will be taken back to edit the current gradient. Nothing will be reset, even if it says New Fade and you can make changes to the existing one. ]
6. Go to the draft and DELETE the existing text to avoid mixing the coded text with it. Stay on the HTML mode rather than Preview mode.
PASTE the coded text while you're on the HTML mode of the draft (the codes are really long depending on the number of colors and length of the text)
After pasting in HTML mode click on PREVIEW and you're DONE ! Ta - Da !! Just like magic 😜✨
Other than that you can edit the text style after pasting here into the basic styles provided by Tumblr — bold, italic, Chat, Intended, etc. Also this gradient doesn't work for fonts outside from Tumblr but you can just use just 1 custom color for fonts like that.
Final Result : How to make Gradient Text on Tumblr ?
I hope this was helpful😭 I love editing the text and making it match my dividers, so this is magic for me. You can DM me if you need any more help understanding this.
trying to write something w popular gojo and reader who hates him, very cliche but it is kinda fun eheheheh
but i lwk wanna divide it into several parts cause its too long, but it is just 1.8k words rn and i also wanna try editing with the gradient texts but it is SUCH a long process idk how people do that
-> hurt w comfort, nanami being an asshole at first but making up for it later on, both of them don’t know how to communicate (same), reader has self deprecating thoughts and is an emotional mess (same) , grammatical errors WILL be there, English is not my first language so pls excuse that
a/n : second fic of mine 🤭 it’s more fun than I expected it to be to write all this, I love nanami he’s my husband ‼️ first time trying to write angst I’m sorry if it’s bad (spoiler alert, IT IS ‼️), ignore any errors or whatever I’m very tired I wrote this after sleeping for 3 hours only 😍😆 I would love to know what y’all think of this thank youu
Credits : thank you to @uzmacchiato and @cursed-carmine for the beautiful dividers 💕
You and nanami had always been mature about how you resolved conflicts in your relationship, both of you being the most rational people anyone ever knew. But of course, no one is perfect. You had always had a tendency to overthink and voicing out your feelings wasn’t something you were comfortable with, afraid of causing others discomfort, annoying them, making them leave. Nanami didn’t make you feel that way, you had grown a lot with him and were thankful towards him, but at times you couldn’t help but fear that you’ll annoy him into leaving you.
Which is how you ended up over here, waiting for him outside his office to have lunch together after weeks of hectic work as a surprise. You specially took time off your work for this. Years ago you would’ve been an anxious mess overthinking how your partner would be inconvenienced, but nanami had assured you that lunches with you were the highlight of his day. After waiting for 20 minutes, he finally exited his office, scratching his neck and stretching, his brows furrowed showing that he was worried.
“Ken?”, you say, worried about him due to how tired he looks. “You don’t look well…we should have lunch, we can talk, hm?”, you say in an attempt to assure him, in response to which he snaps his neck towards you, his face clearly displaying his irritation.
That one look was enough, the thoughts you had worked so hard to get rid off, the ridiculous fears you thought you had won over, all came back in a rush. Your chest tightens as the feeling of sadness and anxiousness settles in your chest.
“Not today, I’m busy.” He brushes you off, this doesn’t help.
But you believe in yourself, surely if you were honest he’d listen, that’s how it has always been, right? “Maybe we can walk together for a few minutes? You seem stressed and we haven’t eaten together for weeks…I miss you Ken”, you say sincerely, expecting him to understand or to relax at least a bit.
“I seriously don’t get what’s so difficult for you to understand, we can’t always act like teenagers in love and not everything can be done in the manner in which you want it to be done. I know we’re together but I have my responsibilities at work that are important, you should know that, you’re not a kid”
oh.
Your heart cracks a bit.
‘You’re not a kid.’
‘You should know that.’
You know he has responsibilities, so do you and you’re still here. Obviously he can say no, but treating you like a child? Like s stupid kid who doesn’t understand basic words? Like someone who’s desperate and lonely? That’s unacceptable. There are better ways for him to convey his thoughts. He should know that what he said is rude.
‘He must be tired, it’s okay’ , you think. It’s the same all over again.
“Right. I apologise, Ken. I’ll…I’ll just leave this here,”, you say as you place the lunch you brought for him on the table in front of his office. “I got your favou—“ “take it with you, lunch time is almost over- you should’ve asked before bringing anything, you know I don’t like being wasteful”, he says as he shoves the lunch back in your hands, clearly irritated and stressed.
Your heart cracks a bit more.
‘It’s okay, he’s stressed.’ , you think.
“Ah…okay…bye then, I guess. Love you, Ken…”
“Yeah, I’ve to go now”, he says as he turns around and walks towards the kitchen to make himself some coffee while you remain where you are.
The pit in your chest grows deeper.
‘Yeah, I’ve to go now’
‘Is that all he has to say? Why didn’t he say love you back? I get he’s stressed but I was only trying to help? Did I do something annoying? But this has never bothered him before.’ , you think. You start overthinking as you slowly walk towards the elevator, deciding to take one last glance of him in the office kitchen. You smile, ‘Aw, he’s laughi-‘ , and your train of thought is immediately stopped as you see him smiling the way he smiled at you towards his coworker.
‘Oh.’
You freeze.
‘It’s no big deal.’
‘She’s pretty.’
‘Does he think the same?’
‘Does he like her?’
‘Is he bored of me?’
‘Is she the reason why he didn’t want to have lunch today?’
The thoughts all hit you at once, and it makes you feel that you’d rather hit by a truck and end up in a hospital rather than deal with this.
You enter the elevator. ‘Why? What did I do that was so bad he doesn’t want to have lunch with me, treat me like shit but is okay with laughing with his coworker?’
Deep down you know such thoughts are wrong, nanami would never cheat, you’re sure he isn’t cheating, but what if? Will what you did today be the cause of your breakup with him? But you don’t want that, you just wanted to share a meal with him. You walk with your head down towards the car, overthinking. As you enter the car you can’t help but think of how differently he looked at her. Usually it would be you who he’d smile at and others that he’d treat in a cold manner. But today it was the opposite.
Your chest tightens ever more as the pit grows deeper in your chest. You feel hollow, scared. Is he going to break up with you? You don’t even realise that you’re crying until you feel a teardrop on your hand. ‘This is so stupid’, you think, but the tears keep on flowing as you lean your head against the steering wheel, head heating up due to embarrassment, what made you think he’d like you showing up unannounced? He never clearly said that he enjoyed it, you just assumed shit and did whatever you wanted? He now sees you as a spoiled brat who thinks the world revolves around her. But at the same time you felt angry, not only to yourself, but to him as well.
‘If he doesn’t like it he could’ve just said so earlier. Why make me feel important at if he’s just going to brush me off later on? Why make me feel as if he cares for me if he’s going to smile at others after treating me shit? Why? I didn’t do anything wrong’
It’s like the old you all over again, conflicting thoughts swarming your head, all your energy drained as you sit in place and cry.
After a good 15 minutes you finally drive away. ‘It’s okay to cry, I’ve let my feelings out, I can relax now’ you try to convince yourself. But the pit in your chest only grows deeper and deeper. Your negative thoughts feeding off of your life force. You go home and decide that taking a bath and going to sleep would be the best.
Just as you exit your bath expecting nanami to be home, your phone buzzes with a notification from him.
Ken💕 : I’ll be late today.
You : Why? I thought you’d be done early today, you said so yesterday.
Ken💕 : I know, and now I’m saying that I’ll be late. There’s actual work I have to take care of.
You : Are you saying I don’t?
Ken💕 : Do you?
You : I don’t appreciate this tone of yours ken, if you’re stressed you can say so, I was just worried..
Ken💕 : worried? You are acting like a child, even earlier today. Honestly, you should know better.
You : I see, sorry.
You aren’t sorry at all. You’re seething. How dare he? How dare he make you feel this way? Is this what he wanted? Had this been his plan since the beginning? To make you feel like he cares then pull away so that you’ll beg like a pathetic dog.
But was he wrong? You are being pathetic, saying sorry for things you shouldn’t have to, letting him walk all over you. You switch off your phone and put it on the countertop of the kitchen, your appetite gone.
This takes you back to when you were in high school. Overthinking every interaction, hating how everyone made you feel so anxious, hating yourself for letting mere words make you undermine your own value.
In your head you knew he was being rude, you knew this isn’t what you deserve. But your heart hurt. So much. This wasn’t something that couldn’t be resolved with both of you talking. Maybe nanami was actually having a bad day, maybe he’ll apologise and hug and comfort you. But you also thought he’d want to have lunch with you and you were wrong. So wrong. You were basically rejected. Maybe you were wrong and were being delusional.
You felt pathetic, how he had so much power over how you felt when you’re sure he didn’t care about you that much. How a few words from him made you feel so small, so weak, so insignificant.
Right.
It’s clear he wants space…and that you’re a bother to him. But he didn’t mean it, did he? But that doesn’t excuse it also.
You decide to stay up late to relax and calm yourself by watching television and maybe ordering some chicken.
A few hours pass, and nanami entrance is announced by the beeps of the beeps of the password for the apartment being entered.
Your anxious feeling returns.
He looks tired like he hasn’t slept for days, his frustration evident in the way his eyebrows are close together and how stiff his body is. You want to say something, but should you? He’s been annoyed by you throughout the day, you guys haven’t spoken for weeks, so is now the best time to speak? You let out a shaky breath as you sit up straight on the living room couch.
He raises his head to meet your gaze, all the frustration leaving his face and his softening, a hint of guilt in them. He opens his mouth and closes it, then opens it again yet nothing comes out.
“Why aren’t you asleep?”, he asks, to which you think for a bit, failing to form sentence due to how emotionally tired you are.
“Didn’t feel sleepy”, you say as you look away from him and stand up. “I’ll clean up the couch, do you want me to set up the bath for you? You must be tired…”, you offer, these are the same things you say when he works overtime and returns home tired at times, yet this time there was no warmth in your voice, it was unfamiliar.
“No, it’s fine, I’ll just take a quick shower…you should go to bed, you seem tired as well”, he replies, his voice gentle, as if trying to make up for how he treated you. You just nodded and quietly went to your shared bedroom.
Nanami enters the washroom and undresses, sighing as he feels the clothes come off his body and as the hot water helps his tense muscles relax and the steam fills up the room. He recalls the way you looked at him as he entered the house. It wasn’t the usual full of love and calm gaze which you had, rather, it was full of uncertainty.
He remembers the things he said to you, the at your heart got crushed by him little by little throughout the day.
He can’t lie, he was frustrated, not at you though, at the people he worked with. He was the one who cleaned up their messes, and their work had been awful the past week due to which he had to work overtime, while still smiling at people he secretly hated in order to maintain a good workplace environment. He knows lashing out at you was messed up, and his reasons explain his actions but certainly don’t excuse it, you had been mature about it and he accused of you acting like a child when it was actually him.
‘Fuck, I messed up…’ , he thinks while leaving the shower. He puts on his cozy pyjamas, which he noticed that you kept outside for him after he forgot to bring it himself. He feels loved and guilty at the same time.
After taking his medicines he enters your room and sees you laying down on the bed, your back to the entrance of the room. He slowly climbs the bed and notices your shoulders tensing as he hugs you from behind while giving you kisses, starting from your shoulder and going towards your neck. “Sweetheart…I’m sorry for my behaviour today. You were just trying to reach out and I…I reacted immaturely.” He takes a deep breath and sighs, “you’re not a kid, my love, I don’t even know why I said such cruel stuff to you when you were the only one trying to help me…”.
He hugs you a bit tighter, “I am not asking you to forgive me just now… I’ll apologise till you’re ready, and never repeat such awful actions ever again…you don’t deserve to be brushed off, I really do love you sweetheart.”
His words twist your heart. You know he knows how you feel, and he’s saying just the right things to comfort you. You also know he means that. However you can’t help it as your eyes tear up and you suddenly start sobbing, the frustration of the entire day finally leaving your body.
Nanami sees your body jerk and immediately realises you’re crying and sits up while pulling you in his lap and soothingly robbing your back, your head placed in the crook of his neck as he say, “I really am sorry my love…I love you.”
“Are you sure?”, you ask. It wasn’t snarky, but you were genuinely asking if he was sure he loved you. He hated himself for making you think that and hugged you even tighter.
“My love, I’ve never been more sure of anything. Of course I love you, and I’m so sorry for not showing it properly. How can I not love you? You’re perfect”, he says and then kisses your forehead.
You cried for a good 20 minutes after that, telling him how you felt, all the thoughts you had while little sobs escaped your mouth and nanami apologised again and again while reassuring you and giving you small kisses.
“I haven’t completely forgiven you, you know? I get that you had a lot to deal with, but you really hurt me…”, you pause as he kisses your cheek, you continue, “but I’m happy you acknowledged your mistakes…thank you for that…”
He gives you a small smile, “thank you my love, I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for this if I have to. Tell you what, I’ll take the next two days off and do whatever you want..”
“…just two days?”
“Two days, and two weeks off after the end of this month, we can decorate the house for christmas, bake together, I can give you a massage and anything else you might want.”
You act like you’re thinking about it, “hmmm…it does sound tempting….”
Nanami smiles at your actions, glad to see you’re more comfortable now.
“Okay, I agree to the plan offered by you, but only because you insisted on it.” You say while giving him a small smile and teasing him a bit.
“Thank you, darling. It’s an honour to receive your approval.” He says while chuckling at your behaviour, finding it rather cute. “….I love you”, he says while staring at you lovingly.
“I love you too, Ken” , you as you both lay down in the bed, cuddling each other and smiling.
Note : I hope y’all like this, towards the end I got so tired I almost deleted this entire thing but then I just rushed the end part 😭, pls let me know what you think <333
-> nanami finds love w someone unexpected and it’s the best thing ever, kinda slow build up? I had a theme in mind idk if I’m able to properly put it in writing or not 😞
a/n : first fic ever I apologise if it’s bad I’m open to criticism but pls don’t be too harsh I’ll actually cry, I love nanami kento with my whole heart 🤭, also I might turn this into a series cause I had a TON of ideas but I thought I’d just write this much and their everyday life stories I can share separately. Also English isn’t my first language so if any grammar errors or anything like that please overlook thank youuu
Credits : @uzmacchiato for the beautiful dividers, all her dividers are absolutely gorgeous, thank you so much 💛💛
Nanami expected his university life to be the same as ever; study, work, eat, workout and repeat. He wasn't disappointed by those expectations, rather, he looked forward to living a simple and quiet life with the same routine everyday. The simplicity of life is what pleased him, thinking of growing old and having a family of his own filled him with a sense of calmness. He had everything he needed in order to live that life. The only thing missing? A partner. He had almost given up on relationships altogether as his dating life’s track record wasn't exactly good, the longest he had dated someone was for 7 months, and that relationship ended with both of them losing interest and agreeing on a mutual breakup. Nanami knew that others considered him strict and boring, even his friends teased him about it. He did not take any offence to it, he knew his interests weren't everyone's cup of tea. Even after Satoru jokingly told him to get a personality makeover, he didn't bother listening.
‘If someone stays with you after you change your personality, do they even actually love you?’, is what he thought.
Which is why, after being assigned to the same group as you, he didn't expect the girl with the glasses who barely talks to anyone and gives the shortest responses ever, to be the one who he would spend the rest of his life with.
It all started with meeting the members of the group in the classroom. Satoru, Shoko, Nanami, Suguru, and you. Satoru, Sugure and Shoko already knew each other and Nanami had had brief encounters with them (after which Satoru stalked him and called him his best friend for no reason at all). You had been known in the class as the silent one, even more so than nanami, and anyone who spoke to you was glared at and sent away in an instant. After exchanging contact info, and agreeing to meet up at the cafe where almost all the students with a caffeine addiction went to study, Nanami left. However, he was curious about you, throughout the entire exchange you answered in nods, avoided eye contact, and when satoru tried to joke with you, made a disgusted face as a response to which satoru started fake crying.
‘It is natural to be curious about someone you’ve never spoken to before’ , he said to himself as he took the bus to go home.
The next week, on the date when everyone agreed to meet at 3 PM, only you and nanami were there, at 2:30. Nanami entered the cafe to find you sitting alone in a booth with seating area enough for 6 people, quietly working on your laptop with an iced americano on the side.
“Good evening”, he says as he sits on the other end and takes out his own study material. “Evening.”, you say, not sparing him a single glance as you continued typing away. “You’re here early”, he tries to start a conversation. “So are you.”, and you shut it down. Taking the hint and realising that you don’t want to talk, he quietly works on what he can till the others arrive. An hour and a half passes and there hasn't been a single sighting of the troublesome trio. “Where are they?”, he asks, to which you reply with a simple shrug. “If they don’t show up I’ll take their names off of the credits of the presentation.”, you say while checking your phone for any messages from them, all the while Nanami just looks at you, taking in your appearance, the jewellery you're wearing, how it is just as classy as you are and paired perfectly with the watch on your right hand’s wrist. In the end you both end up doing the work till 7 PM. Eventually you shift just to sit a bit closer to him and get a look at what he is doing, “Good work”, you say with a small smile just barely there, which causes him to think to himself, ‘She complimented me.’.
He found out he quite enjoyed your presence, your small and barely there compliments, your sweet perfume which was quite a contrast to your cold personality, finding out you’re interested in romance novels as he accidentally catches a glimpse of your online novels while looking through the slide you were showing him, how you’re not only intelligent but also a good cook as one day you bring a slice of cheesecake you baked for him to eat, how your ears turn red when you are shy even though your face remains unchanged. He found himself looking forward to the regular group meet ups which he used to see as a tedious task to be completed, only because of you.
At the end of the month, after submission of the assignment was completed, he built up the courage to ask you if you both could study together, expecting you to coldly shut him down. To his pleasant surprise, you gave him a small nod before turning away, but not fast enough for him to not see the small smile on your face and your red ears (his own face red as ever).
A few weeks pass like this and he finds himself often thinking of you, now texting you regularly about the study material and recommending you books which he thought you ought to like. Over time he started getting you small gifts, it started with a fountain pen which he thought you would like, and now he was buying you novels which he knew you’ll enjoy.
Both of you opened up to the other, and found comfort, Nanami expressing his desires for a simple, calm life and you expressing your desire for succeeding in life while at the same time all you wanted was to live away from everyone with someone you love in a library and a whole bunch of cats.
Both of you were at a bar, the weather gloomy and cold, sunlight hidden behind the dark grey clouds, yet there was a strangely comforting vibe as you sat next to each other with your drinks in hand. You leaned onto his shoulder and closed your eyes while sighing calmly, silently wishing that this moment lasted forever. You knew you and nanami had a connection, one which you never had with anyone before, you knew you had feelings for him and expected it was the same for him as well. Yet there was still a tinge of fear, fear that you'll ruin this friendship which you hold close to heart, fear that you'll lose the everyday texts where you shared which books you read, random pictures of cats you found on the street, 2 AM calls with both of you pulling your hair due to an unsolvable physics question (an unbearable task you were able to accomplish only because of his company). You felt selfish, wanting to keep him only for yourself, to only speak to you about the books he loves, about how he discovered a new way to brew coffee, about everything.
Nanami wraps his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder, maybe to warm you up from the cold weather, maybe to comfort you, or, maybe just to let you that he’s there. It has been 3 months since he first met you. And it suddenly hit him the day before, he loves you. It’s not that he has a crush on you, but he loves you. He didn’t even realise when the faceless person he imagined as his partner in his own future was replaced by you, when he started waking up hoping that you were next to him, ate his breakfast while solving the daily crossword while thinking of how cute you’d look saying that it was a child’s play for you, how he started smiling and talking in your presence, how he wanted to hold you, hug you, make you happy and cherish you for his life.
He couldn’t let you go, and neither could you let go of him.
Which is why it was no surprise when after leaving the bar nanami gently held your cold hand and wrapped his scarf around your neck, and asked you out. His face red, as he nervously stuttered over his words, his warm harms holding yours and all the while you could only think of how adorable this man in front of you is. After he clumsily finishes his confession, you can’t help but not in agreement, and say, “I’d love to go on a date with you, nanami.”. He melted upon hearing those words, his tense shoulders relaxed as he sighed deeply and hugged you while giving a small kiss to your forehead.
That’s how you ended up here, 5 years later, a diamond ring on your finger from a month ago when Nanami proposed to you, lying in his arms trying to solve the daily crossword and muttering something about how this one didn’t make sense; all the while nanami gently combed his hand through your hair, caressing your arm and giving you light kisses on your neck here and there.
Both of are you content and happy, knowing that the rest of your life will be with each other, living happily together.
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