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im a sho minamimoto enthusiast 21 they/she multifandom writer!

[theworldendswithsho]

hi everyone this is my first (and probably pinned) post!!

i am a retired fanfic writer coming back out of retirement because i recently finished NEO: The World Ends With You and there is NO sho minamimoto content on the internet and I'm in love with him. I'm passionate about a number of fandoms and would love to get back into writing, so along with some self-indulgent stuff, I'll also be taking requests! I don't have plans to write anything too long (so don't expect 8k word fics) but I don't mind headcanons, oneshots, etc. Some fandoms/characters I will write for (though not all of them!) Also I am 20 and comfortable with writing both SFW and NSFW! Send your requests in ♡

Final Fantasy 7/Crisis Core

- Sephiroth

- Zack Fair

- Cloud Strife

- Reno

NEO: The World Ends With You

- Sho Minamimoto

- Neku Sakuraba

- Bito "Beat" Daisukenojo

Jujutsu Kaisen

- Satoru Gojo

- Kento Nanami

- Choso

Resident Evil 2/4

- Leon Kennedy

Genshin Impact

- Wriothesley

- Wanderer/Scaramouche/However else you like to characterize him

- Lyney

- Ningguang

- Beidou

- Yae Miko

- Itto

- Tartaglia/Ajax/Childe

This isn't a full list but its just what I can think of off the top of my head! There's a lot of content I've interacted with and a lot I haven't, so feel free to ask! I can't guarantee I'll grant every request/I am a busy college student and I don't have time to learn new characters and plots BUT I will do my best :) This is all for fun! Happy requesting ♡

[theworldendswithsho]

Hello again!! Here's an anon request I got for an NSFW fic with Neku and Shiki, where Neku has to go through the Reapers' Game naked! I apologize if it's not the best -- I haven't had much time to write fanfic in my senior year of college lol

18+ MINORS DNI word count: 897

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Three years after surviving the Reapers' Game, Neku is back -- and so is Shiki. And gods, its a lot colder than Neku remembers. And what is Shiki getting so flustered about?

The Reapers -- Shibuya's most notorious, cold-hearted, sadistic overlords, are playing matchmaker. How, in three years, has Neku never confessed his feelings to Shiki? Never made things official? It had to stop. The Reapers were dying to see how this would end up.

So here Neku and Shiki were, back in the Reapers' Game, except Neku's clothes were, well, gone.

Neku is quick to cover himself with his hands, while Shiki stares up at the sky, trying to look anywhere but where she's most curious.

"Jeez, Neku, I know the Reapers' Game preys on the vulnerable, but I didn't think it would be like this!" Shiki says, stifling a giggle.

"Let's not talk about it. Please," Neku says, agitated, but with an air of pleading in his tone.

All week, Neku and Shiki are forced to hide in alleyways and duck into buildings for cover, because being stark naked has caught the Noise's attention. Not to mention, the other players gawk plenty. Whenever they're pressed together in tight hiding spots, Neku has to think about the most hideous, agitating things. He'd be mortified if Shiki saw (or worse, felt) him hard, but he can't help it when the girl he loves is so close to him and they're in such a vulnerable position.

Towards the end of the week, a particularly large horde of Noise ambushes Neku and Shiki. They fend them off to the best of their abilities, but a Noise gets a little too close and takes a swipe at Neku. There's a gash across his chest, and he and Shiki hardly run away fast enough to avoid a matching gash across his back.

After ducking into a narrow alleyway, they find a door to a safehouse of sorts. It's dim inside, and a bit dusty, clearly uninhabited for some time. Maybe another team used to occupy the space, but they've since been erased. Shiki leaves Neku here at this safehouse, promising to return quickly with supplies. The whole time, Neku watches the door with anxious anticipation, fearing the worst for the girl of his dreams. How cruel it would be if the Reapers' Game, this time designed to get them together, ended up tearing them apart instead?

In his exhaustion following the battle and his wound, Neku falls asleep sitting up, facing the door. When Shiki returns and he hears the door open, he immediately rises into a defensive stance, only to groan in pain and collapse back into his seat upon seeing it was Shiki.

Shiki strides towards him, ruffling his hair and cooing in a soft voice that everything is alright, she's alright, it's just her. Shiki reaches up over him to place something on a tall counter behind him, unknowingly putting her clothed chest in Neku's face. A faint blush creeps over his cheeks and he closes his eyes, willing himself not to get hard and failing. Shiki is so close, too close --

"Neku, are you okay?"

Neku's eyes shoot open, met with Shiki's face just inches from his. She is staring at him with concern, fearing he may have passed out from blood loss. Neku gives her a sheepish smile and nods. Shiki says something that doesn't quite reach his head and a moment later Neku is hissing in pain at the feeling of Shiki dabbing rubbing alcohol over his wound.

"Sorry, sorry. It's gonna sting, but I have to do it."

Neku nodded, clenching his jaw as she disinfected the wound. And then, she was rubbing balm on the wound, and bandaging it, and it felt so soothing that Neku let out a sigh of enjoyment.

"You like that?" Shiki asked teasingly, her hands moving gingerly over his chest. Neku gulps, and there isn't anything he can think about to prevent what he is now feeling. As Shiki moves her hands slightly lower towards his abdomen, she feels his hard-on, standing at attention, bump against her wrist.

"Oh... I uh... guess you do like that, huh..."

Neku gave a shaky nod, and suddenly Shiki has pressed her lips to Neku's in a heated kiss that says everything she has held in for the last three years.

The boy is pent up -- he's only ever dreamed of this moment -- and so when Shiki sits down in his lap and softly grinds herself against his hard-on he cannot help but moan aloud. Shiki giggles, but Neku is impatient and he flips them over, laying over her on the ground. Neku pulls Shiki's panties to the side from under her skirt, and only a nod and "God, please," are needed before Neku inches in slowly.

The rest of the day is spent in passionate lovemaking, the two partners finally realizing what they felt for one another.

When Neku wakes up the next morning, he realizes Shiki isn't in his arms anymore, and he isn't naked anymore. Shiki is across the street, and she runs to him, where he takes her into his arms and spins her around. The Reapers are done playing Cupid -- now that Shiki and Neku have established themselves as more than just friends, they've been set free to embark on their journeys together in the real world this time.

[theworldendswithsho]

Confounding Variable: Love

18+ MINORS DNIIII

i have been working on this for so so so long and i kept losing motivation but i finished it for his birthday <3

happy birthday to my man and enjoy this piece <3

word count: 2.8k

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Nothing ever perplexed Sho Minamimoto. There was no phenomena, worldly or otherwise, that he could not calculate, reverse-engineering the very factors of existence in his mind. He cared not for that which was incalculable. Without mathematical explanation, there was simply no beauty. The emotional connections that held back his fellow Reapers made no sense to him, and he knew it was because they didn’t need to. If it didn’t make sense to him, it was below him.

He didn’t realize just how true that statement was until you were pinned beneath him on his couch. 

This had all started out so innocently. You were walking through Shibuya, going clothes shopping for the fast-approaching spring time. You strode past clothing stores that you normally never looked twice at. The same was true for today, until out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man shopping in Black Honey Chili Cookie. You did a double take, stopping in your tracks and staring at him. He was disgustingly handsome; tall and tan, with sharp facial features and a strong demeanor. You simply had to get a better look. 

You walked into the store, looking around meekly as if the place would eat you alive. Here you were in your fluffy pink sweater and brown plaid miniskirt, looking around the punk-esque shop. You walked up to a rack of leather jackets and pants, gently touching them and feeling the smooth material under your fingertips. You looked up, checking to see where the man was, but he was nowhere in your periphery. Tough luck. At least while you were there, you might as well grab one of these jackets. They do look pretty cool, even if they hardly match what you’re wearing right now.

One look at the price tag had you changing your mind. $600? You were here on a shopping spree, but not quite that expensive of one. You stumble back in shock, preparing to quickly depart the store. You didn’t need the employees thinking you were stealing from some place so expensive, since you were lingering around looking for a hot guy. Your back hits a wall, except you don’t remember the border of the store being quite so close. And then it hits you, its a person. Oh god. You turn around slowly, “I’m so sorry”s rushing out of your lips before you can even see who you’ve bumped into. 

Its him. His long, dark gray snakeskin-patterned coat fell so nicely around his frame. You look up at him and blink a few times. “Don’t worry about it, you hardly touched me,” he says, his voice confident. “R-right, sorry…” you say, face flushing now that he’s looking right at you. Your sudden hurry to leave the store has faded, instead replaced by sheer awe of his handsome features.

“So… What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here?” He asks, a sly grin on his face as he takes notice of your pink outfit, which was rather uncharacteristic for the store he was in.

“Oh, um… I thought those leather jackets looked really cool,” I lie, hoping he doesn’t notice.

He lets out a short laugh. “A girl like you would be more at home in a cute boutique, no? But hey, I think a leather jacket could suit you, too.”

“Well, uh, I just found out that its really expensive… So I was gonna leave and go to the store I normally visit…” I say awkwardly, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“If you’re worried about trying on the ones in the store, you can always try on mine,” he suggests, shrugging his jacket off of his broad shoulders. “Turn around, pretty.”

My face flushes bright red. “I couldn’t possibly try on your coat… I’m sure it was just as expensive as the ones in this store… And its really nice! I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Sure you could. Just slip it over those pretty shoulders of yours…” He trails off, his voice sweet and his eyes glinting.

“A-alright… Its a bit long though, I’m not quite as tall as you,” I say, slowly turning so that my back is facing him.

“Mm, good girl,” he mutters, slipping the jacket over my shoulders, taking his time and feeling the expanse of my shoulders where they met the pale column of my neck.

I gulp and turn to face him, raising an arm and noticing the way the too-long sleeves flopped over my hands. “I think its a little long,” I mutter, giving him a nervous smile.

His eyes rake over my frame, taking in the sight of my smaller body in his long jacket. I swear I catch his breath hitch in his throat momentarily, but that shit-eating grin is back on his face in no time.

“You look good in my clothes,” he says, eyes lingering on my bare legs underneath my skirt before rising again to my face. “But I think I’d like to see you without any.”

Mere moments had passed, but the next thing I knew, I was hand in hand with him, walking out of the store and ducking into the alley next to it. I was pushed up against the brick wall as he hovered over me. His face was mere inches from mine, our chests rising and falling in anticipation.

“...Your name,” I huffed out, “what is it?”

“Sho Minamimoto,” he whispered before pushing our lips together.

The next several minutes were a clash of lips and tongues and occasionally teeth, and I found my face heating up with shame at the feeling of aching in my core. I’d never been the type of girl to hurl myself at a stranger, but here I was, making out with a man I’d just met in public. I subconsciously pushed my hips up into him, and he met my motions with his own. Our lips separated to allow us a moment to catch our breaths. My chest heaved, mouth gaping open mere inches from his, my eyes heavy-lidded as I found myself intoxicated in his presence. One push of his hips against my own had me letting out a soft mewl, and he grinned.

“Not… not here..” I panted, “Not in public.”

Sho rolled his eyes, watching me piece together whatever dignity I had left after he’d just torn it to bits by ravaging my lips in the alleyway. He nodded anyway, and gave me a smirk.

“My apartment’s only a few minutes away,” he muttered against my lips, capturing me in a quick kiss before grabbing my hand and yanking me out of the alley, leaving me no time to compose my messy hair and spit-soaked lips. I followed him as he dragged me several blocks towards a tall apartment building. All I could do was stumble along behind him, his long legs allowing him to walk at a much faster pace than myself. With my one free hand, I attempted to fix my hair, keeping my head low in the hopes that I wouldn’t be recognized by anyone I know.

The apartment building was tall and glassy, its large windows looming over the neighborhood. Sho pulled a key card out of an interior pocket of his coat and scanned it on a small square by the door. The resounding click told me the door had unlocked, and he pulled it open, holding it for me as I skittered through into the building. The lobby was simple yet extravagant: a mahogany front desk with marble countertop, gold sconces on the walls, even an accent wall that was just a gentle waterfall tumbling over cobbles. Plush gray chairs surrounded a low mahogany coffee table, with various magazines and newspapers kept in a tidy pile in the center. Before I could gape too long, a “ding” sounded and I turned to realize that Sho had brought me to the elevator, the doors of which were now sliding open. 

It was at this moment, where he stood in the elevator, our hands connected as I made to follow him, that I realized I had a choice. I could drop his hand, turn around and run out the front doors, and leave this intoxicatingly handsome man behind and resume my shopping like nothing ever happened. I could run away with my tail between my legs and live down the shame of being so reckless without anyone being any the wiser. And yet, his stoic face and expectant gaze lured me in, and I wordlessly crossed the threshold of the elevator, hearing the doors slide shut behind me.

I stared up at him, chest to chest with him, as he reached behind me to press a button for whatever floor he lived on. The intensity of his gaze intimidated me and I turned my head, suddenly interested in the mirrored upper wall of the elevator. A large, warm palm lifted to my chin, turning my head back to him. My breath caught in my lungs as his amber eyes locked with mine and a smirk played across his lips. In an instant, our lips connected again, searing and relentless. My arms, awkwardly glued to my sides, slowly lifted to rest my hands on his shoulders. The warm palm on my chin slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place, whilst his other hand snaked down to my lower back, pulling me closer against him. I felt him bite gently on my lower lip and I gave a small squeak, opening my mouth and giving him access. His tongue quickly dominated my own, and the warm glide of our tongues on each other made me moan out. 

The elevator dinged, coming to a stop, and he pulled away from my lips. I stared forward at him in a daze as he looked up at the sign above the door and said, “Well, this is my floor.” He grabbed my hand and eagerly pulled me out of the elevator. I followed him, suddenly pliant and putty-like in his grip. Only a few short steps later, he was at the door to his apartment, pulling a key-card out of an inner pocket and scanning it to unlock the door. He gestured for me to step in, and I did, hardly getting a moment to take in my surroundings before he kneed the door shut and pressed me up against it. I gasped, feeling his hand on my waist, before it travelled down to my backside and then to the back of my thigh, where he hiked my leg up to settle on his hip. The new position reduced the space between us to mere atoms and I gulped, looking up at him with my mouth agape as I felt his hardness pressed against me. He leaned down, lips connecting with my jaw and then my neck, where he nipped and sucked. My hand rested in his hair and I relaxed against the door, letting out soft moans. My hips began to rock gently to meet his hardened length from where it rested in his pants, and I heard him let out a low groan followed by a deep chuckle.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he mumbled next to my ear, the pet name slipping off his tongue with ease. I turn my head to the side, avoiding his gaze as a potent blush settles over my cheeks.

“Don't be an idiot, you know what I want,” I say, barely above a whisper.

There's a grin on Sho's face, and it's like a switch flipped in his demeanor.

“An idiot? What kind of man do you take me for? Maybe that kind of line works on the idiots you've been with before, but it won't sway someone of my intelligence. Now tell me what you want.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a smack to my backside and I let out a gasp, turning my head back to face him.

“You… I want you… Fuck me, Sho, please?”

In an instant, he whirls me across the room and onto his grey, square couch. I'm flat on my back, skirt hiked up and revealing more of my thighs, and Sho is kneeling over me, caging me in with his hands and knees. He stares into my eyes, and there's a softening in his gaze. His right hand comes up to cup my cheek.

“Are you sure about this?” Sho asks, his voice suddenly tender.

I nod, and he presses a quick, chaste kiss to my lips before kissing along my jaw and neck. His hands slowly peel away my clothing, and he takes an item of his clothes off each time he takes one of mine. We're left naked on his couch, back in the position we were in before. Sho is staring into my eyes, and then he closes his eyes, shaking his head slightly. 

“I don't get it…” he mumbles.

“Don't get what?” I ask, confused and impatient.

“I like my alone time. I ask anyone I sleep with to leave right away. But I think – I think I want you to stay.”

My breath catches in my throat at the tender confession, and I nod in silent agreement.

“I'll stay.”

I feel his dick twitch against my thigh as I utter those words, and he groans slightly.

“I'm not gonna fuck you princess, at least not yet.” 

I whine, impatience overcoming me, but he shushes me and lines up with my entrance, gently gliding in, inch by inch.

“I'm gonna make love to you,” he whispers, and his hand intertwines with mine as he starts a slow, steady pace.

Little mewls and moans leave my mouth as I feel the pressure of him between my hips. Sho is pressing kisses to every inch of my skin he can, savoring the taste of a woman's skin for the first time in his life. His eyes have fluttered shut, and I can tell he is lost in the gentle pleasure of his ministrations. 

Sho lets go of my hand, moving his hand down to thumb at my clit in small, calculated circles. My moans increase in volume, and I hear him groan when I squeeze around him.

“Here's that fucking I promised, princess,” he breathes out, ending on a nearly feral chuckle. Sho pulls out, and I mumble whiny complaints about the lack of stimulation. He flips me over onto my hands and knees, and then slides back into my wetness in one deep stroke. 

“16 degrees downward…” I hear him mutter to himself, and then I am crying out in sheer bliss as he rams into that soft, spongey spot encased in my inner walls, over and over again. His thrusts are relentless, and the constant stimulation leaves tears streaming from my eyes.

“Fuck, ‘m molding your pussy into a perfect fit for me… Gonna ruin anyone else for you,” he groans out. “You gonna fuck an idiot ever again?”

So lost in bliss, I completely miss his question. Sho lands a quick slap to my ass in response. 

“Answer me, princess. Are you gonna fuck an idiot ever again?” 

“No, no, fuck, never again… Smart… Smart dick is too good,” I babble out, flushing in embarrassment at my own words.

“Good, sounds like I fucked the stupid out of you, isn't that right?”

Sho grabs my hips so hard I fear he'll leave bruises, and his thrusts are harsh and unforgivingly quick. My walls start to pulse in time with his thrusts, and I feel myself about to cum.

“Fuck, I calculated perfectly,” Sho groans out, and as my orgasm hits me he pulls out suddenly. The sudden action makes me gush, and I sob out in pleasure, the likes of which I'd never felt before. Sho finishes in this same instant, groaning with each spurt of cum that leaves his angry red tip and lands on my ass.

Lost in the afterglow of my orgasm, I slump forward and close my eyes, resting my head on my hands. It is silent, and I feel him shuffle off the couch. 

When I wake up, he's cleaned me off and covered me with a blanket. I look around, confused by waking up under a ceiling not my own. Sho's large hands softly fingered my curls, and I watch his lips move in the words, “C = pi r squared,” visually estimating the circumference of each curl. I look up at him and smile, and there's a softness in his gaze that I hadn't seen when I first met him. The hardened exterior had vanished.

Looking into her eyes, Sho felt his heart flutter in a way mathematics could not explain. He had acted irrationally, falling in love with a woman he only intended to sleep with. Love had never made sense to him, and from where he lay right now, it seemed it never would. With the way she looked up at him, her features soft and rosy in the afterglow of lovemaking, he figured maybe this was something he didn't want to explain with numbers or reason. In the grand experiment of life, his love for you would just have to be a confounding variable.

[theworldendswithsho]

happy birthday sho 💝💖 sorry its taken me over a year to finish writing your fanfic... maybe ill finish it and publish it today...

[theworldendswithsho]

hi there 🩷 is it possible for you to work on something about teen nanami setting rules or standards in a relationship

hi anon,

i am very sorry but i only write for characters that are adults and/or 18+. teen nanami is only 16/17 years old in the manga/anime so i don't feel comfortable writing for a character that young!

my apologies, but please feel free to request something else ♥

[theworldendswithsho]

fanfic requests open!

friendly reminder that my fanfic requests are open! feel free to check out my pinned post to see what fandoms i write for! don't be afraid to ask for something not on the list, i interact with more than i've written on my pinned post :) those are just what i interact with/write for most frequently!

[theworldendswithsho]

OKAY can you please hit me with some nanami wherein he is pinning for the reader? She’s insecure because the higher ups prefer her ex 💔

ALRIGHT here's my very first fanfiction in AGES! Sorry if its not great, I'm definitely rusty! I wasn't sure who to put in as the ex so I chose Kusakabe lol, hopefully that doesn't ruin it for ya. Enjoy!

warnings: very slight nsfw, mentions of sex, some angst

His Life's Work, Reimagined

Kento Nanami was a man dedicated to his life’s work. At least, that’s what he told himself after dropping out of life as a Tokyo businessman and returning to Jujutsu High as a teacher. He had nothing and no one else to dedicate himself to, after all. He was a sorcerer of immense talent, though he was humble and stoic. Though reserved and a bit stern at times, his students loved and respected him.

You, on the other hand, were having a hard time settling in as a teacher. Here you were, brand new to a job you loved, but you behaved so youthfully that your students had a hard time taking you seriously. Hell, you’d have a hard time taking you seriously. To make matters worse, you’re teaching alongside your ex-boyfriend, Atsuya Kusakabe. Before you’d landed the job at Jujutsu High, you had met him at a bar. You were there with a couple of friends from college, and he was there to have a drink after work with Nanami, the only teacher he really got along with at Jujutsu High. Nanami, being the responsible man he was, left after two drinks and got a taxi home. Your friends ran off with some guys they met at the bar, and there you were, alone, and there Kusakabe was, alone. A few drinks later, you went home together in the back of a taxi cab and the rest was history. 

He was handsome, but he was a fucking coward. He ran away with his tail between his legs, afraid of committing to you the way you wanted. Everyone at work noticed a strange tension between you and Kusakabe, but no one said a word. Everyone, Principal Yaga included, seemed to respect him, and no matter how badly you hated him, you had to smile and nod whenever his praises were sung. Several times, you tried to speak with Principal Yaga about how to engage with the students, and he told you to speak with Kusakabe, that he was a master at engaging with his pupils. Needless to say, you never spoke with him, and your teaching skills haven’t gotten any better.

Word gets out about a Special Grade curse in Shinjuku, and a meeting is called for all of the Jujutsu High teachers. When you enter the room, you expect to be struggling to keep your piercing eyes off of Kusakabe, but when Nanami walks in, you find your eyes have a new target. He was stony-faced, but awfully handsome, and his body seemed well defined, despite being hidden underneath his suit. Briefly, Nanami looks over his glasses at you and you suddenly look down, feeling your face go red. Did he catch you? What must he be thinking right now?

Principal Yaga assigns Nanami to the mission, and tells him he can pick any other teacher to bring with him as his partner. You look up, and Nanami’s gaze is steady on you. “Y/N will come with me,” he says with unwavering confidence. Your mouth falls open, and then closes again, before you nod your head. The meeting is adjourned and the teachers file out one by one, leaving you and Nanami alone to walk out together.

“Hello, Y/N. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Kento Nanami,” he says cordially, extending a hand.

You take his hand and shake it. “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.”

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You leave Jujutsu High late in the day. The mission goes off without a hitch. The curse is exorcized, and the city of Shinjuku is safe again (for now). You yawn, and Nanami looks up, noticing the bags under your eyes. He feels his heart tug upon seeing you look so exhausted. He quickly shakes his head, thinking to himself that he cannot let himself feel for a coworker. To do so would be unprofessional. And yet…

“You look tired. We should get you some coffee before we head back to campus,” he says, motioning with his chin in the direction of a cafe. You nod, and he straightens his tie before walking silently with you to the cafe.

It is there, over coffee, that he gives you advice on teaching. For someone so stoic, he was surprisingly caring and ready to engage in conversation. Sitting across from him at the small table and sipping your cappuccino while he had his black coffee, you began to realize he was even more handsome than you’d thought. His hair was neatly kept, his face was chiseled and strong, yet possessed a kind of grace that was uncharacteristic of such strength. His normally downturned lips would quirk upwards sometimes during conversation, or when he had a particularly delightful sip of his coffee.

You both stood up from the table after finishing your coffee, you stretching your arms over your head and Nanami straightening his suit jacket. He held the door for you as you left the cafe, and you made your way back to Jujutsu High without a problem. You found yourself thinking about him, and how truly mature and responsible he was. You felt your heart flutter, and then you squeezed your eyes shut. I can’t fall in love with another teacher again. If this goes badly, my job will be twice as hellish as it is now.

Little did you know, Nanami was in the dark of his room on campus thinking about you, too. Thinking about your dainty hands around your coffee cup, and then around your weapon, and then around him. Suddenly, he had a new reason to go teach every day, and it wasn’t that he was dedicated to his life’s work.

~~~~~

During a lunch break, you observe Nanami and Kusakabe sitting together and chatting. You feel your stomach clench nervously. How could I have forgotten they were friends? They were at the bar together that night, weren’t they? You noticed Kusakabe’s eyes flicker behind Nanami and land on you, and you squeeze your lunch box a little tighter. Nanami, whose back is currently to you, follows Kusakabe’s gaze, and his lips upturn slightly upon seeing you.

“L/N, come sit with us. We were just talking about the mission last evening,” Nanami says.

I offer a fake smile and apologize. “Sorry, I was just about to take my lunch back to my classroom. I’ve got some lesson planning to do,” you say, and with that, you scurry out of the faculty room and back to your classroom. Nanami’s slight smile drops, and Kusakabe shakes his head. “If she wants to keep her job here, she’ll have to be a little friendlier than that,” Kusakabe mutters. Nanami looks confusedly at Kusakabe, who then explains that you used to date. Nanami feels a pang of jealousy in his chest upon hearing Kusakabe joke, “She must still be in love with me or something.”

The next few days at lunch, Kusakabe continues talking with Nanami about you. He always makes snide comments about your abilities as a sorcerer and as a teacher, and of course, your relationship together. Nanami senses your presence in the lunch room, and though Kusakabe is speaking quietly, Nanami decides to speak up so you know he was talking about you.

“Actually, L/N’s a pretty good teacher. I think she just needed time to settle in, is all,” Nanami says loudly. Kusakabe’s face drops and he shushes Nanami. “Kento, she’s in the room. Don’t need her knowing I’m talking about her.” Nanami nods in false agreement, and turns to you and gives you a slight smile when Kusakabe looks away.

You feel pride swell in your chest knowing that Nanami thinks highly of you. Who cares what your ex says, right? Nanami believes in you. The feeling of pride ebbs away as your thoughts run wild, and you begin to wonder if Nanami was just trying to save face. How much have they said about me when I wasn’t there? Does Nanami think I’m easy for dating Kusakabe?

You don’t know that Nanami thinks about you every morning when he combs his hair and puts on his cologne. You don’t know that he wishes he was waking up next to you in the morning, or cooking meals for you when he’s cooking for himself. You don’t know the way your name falls from his lips when his hands roam his body in the shower at night, after a long day of work.

~~~~~

You’re sitting at the your desk in your empty classroom, mulling over the lesson plans in your binder. You look up at the clock. Its 2:27, and Nanami is supposed to be here at 2:30. You feel your palms begin to sweat at the thought of being alone in an empty classroom with him, but wipe the sweat off on your skirt and resume mulling through your lesson plans. The door to your classroom is open, but there’s a knock. You look up, pleasantly surprised that Nanami is early, only to find Kusakabe leaning in the doorframe, looking at you with a smirk.

“What are you doing here?” You say, disgust clear in your voice.

“Now, now, Y/N… You’re really going to have to be nicer to me than that. I’ve got a meeting with Yaga and some of the other teachers today to discuss your performance… and your behavior.”

Your eyes widen. Was he seriously blackmailing you right now?

“What do you want?”

“I want those teaching the next generation of Jujutsu sorcerers to actually be worth their salt,” he retorts. “Your performance has been lackluster, to say the least. Nanami’s the only reason Yaga hasn’t put you on administrative leave, yet.”

Kusakabe saunters over from the door frame, putting his hands on your desk and leaning over you.

“Nanami speaks real highly of you, y’know. You fuckin’ him?” he says in a low voice, leaning in close to you.

In the uncomfortable silence following that statement, you hear Nanami clear his throat. You look towards the doorway, and Kusakabe whips around and stands up straight. “Oh hey, Ken-”

“Save it, Atsuya. There’s nothing going on with me and L/N. I’ve been mentoring her in her teaching skills and I have seen genuine improvement. She is more than worth her salt, and she is more than capable of teaching the next generation. I advise you leave so I can go over lesson plans with her. And be very sure Principal Yaga will be hearing about this at the faculty meeting later,” Nanami says, his voice stern and low, a near growl.

Kusakabe rolls his eyes and stalks out of the classroom.

The air in the room suddenly feels very hot as Nanami pulls a chair over to your desk and sits next to you, looking towards the binder full of lesson plans on the desk. 

“Thank you, Nanami. For standing up for me.”

“Please, call me Kento,” he says in a honeyed voice, his eyes meeting yours and softening.

“Nan- I mean Kento,” you start, not yet used to the name change. “About what Kusakabe was saying… I know you said there’s nothing going on between us, but to be honest, I kind of wish there was.”

Your words hang in the air, and your face flushes. You expect Nanami to push his chair back, to tell you its unprofessional, to shake his head and pretend it didn’t happen. But instead, he smiles, a real genuine smile, and leans closer to you.

“I’ve been wishing there was something going on between us since I first met you at the mission briefing,” he practically whispers. His voice is steady, but it cannot conceal his longing for you. “Is this okay?” Kento asks, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod once, and that is all it takes for him to press his lips to yours.