bonsoir, i'm nona! i'm a he/they, an adult (20+) and this is my fanfic sideblog. it'll mostly be reblogs, but every now and then i might post something of my own.
currently my interests are:
jujutsu kaisen (gojo, geto, toji, sukuna)
boku no hero academia (dabi, hawks)
kimetsu no yaiba (giyuu, yoriichi)
final fantasies 7 and 14 (sephiroth, emet selch, elidibus)
i tag for characters, nsfw (#after the watershed), and non/dubcon (#tw non or dubcon). my talking tag is "nona here!". if you need other stuff tagged, let me know. all asks will probably be on anon with "@nanaminty" at the end. mwah <3
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gojo is like ‘haha what if i pinned open your ribs and dissected each itty bitty part of you so that i can know everything about you, right to the marrow of your bones. and then i put you back together again, lovingly, carefully. i’ll trace the scars every single night and i’ll know what flesh and muscle and blood and bones lays underneath them. haha.’
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Todoroki Shouto has been your skate partner for many years now. His father paired you together in early childhood, and over time a pleasant friendship quietly blossomed as you endured rigorous training and competitions together. Even after he broke away from Enji’s iron grip and sought a new coach, you followed right behind him.
Growing together led to spending time with his family, too. You were steadily integrated, little by little, until it was entirely normal for you to have a set of spare keys to his mothers house. His eldest brother, Touya, was a taciturn presence amongst the siblings that ironically demanded the most attention. Rough around the edges and quick witted. All long limbs, lithe muscle and a narrow waist, you easily recognised a subtle gentility in his movements that can only be attributed to skaters.
The topic of Touya’s dead skating career was off limits. You learned that very quickly.
He always waited until the rink was completely empty to show himself. You’d feel the sharp pressure of his gaze rooted at your back as you glided across the ice, intertwined in Shouto’s capable hands, moving together like two enraptured swans. Sometimes your balance would waver as you stretched your neck to look through the stands; to look for him, find his keen blue eyes and search for what thoughts lie behind them.
Watching him warm up in solitude, you couldn’t help but think the world had laid him to rest before his time. He shed his skin and became one with the ice. Your ears prick at the sound of the blades as he slides, his loose white t-shirt billowing with the quick turn, flashing slivers of pale skin and scar tissue. The muscles in his thighs strained in the confines of his leggings as he took off to jump, wing span broad and beautiful, body suspended in the air.
There’s a lump forming in your throat. It didn’t matter if he was out of practice, or that his step sequences were unrefined. Touya burned on the ice with passion — he threw away his shame and took every leap without fear, because he was determined to do it. Because he knew he deserved better.
Poised like a prima ballerina, Touya grabs the edge of his blade and bends his leg high, changing the trajectory of his spin. For a few short minutes he is a soft blur, and then he deftly alters his footing, pushing off into another lap of the rink.
His speed increases. Though you’re meant to be hiding, curiosity urges you forward towards the front of the stands. Your hands grip the railing, sucking in a sudden breath as you recognise what it is he’s trying to do.
A Quadruple Axel.
Touya lands hard and barely maintains his balance, forcing a stunned gasp from your lungs. It was clumsy and amateur, yet perfectly imperfect. The bright fluorescent lights reflect on the ice, exaggerating the mottled pink cutting across his cheeks, and the expression on his face can only be described as serene. Your heart hammers with excitement as if you were right beside him.
Maybe you should feel some modicum of guilt. It was a little too easy to envision yourself there with him. Shouto is a wonderful partner, a man hard to come by. He skates like he was born for it.
But figure skating is brutal, a dangerous and painful sport that is cleverly masked by its elegance and beauty — just like Touya. As he sinks to his knees with his head tipped back, releasing a loud, exhilarated laugh, you can’t help but think:
gojo is banned from the billiards table. not just bc he's very very very good at it (he is, but he also puts air quotes around the "theoretical" when he mentions theoretical physics) but bc he's also just so weird about it. no you do NOT get to sit criss cross applesauce ON THE POOL TABLE satoru get down from there. stop trying to be seductive you're going to take someone's eye out with the pool stick (possibly your own). good lord
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Keigo, you’d noticed a long time ago, had an eye for shiny things. You’d thought it was cute, how he had avian traits, how small things that glittered made his excitement peak. But most of all, you loved how he’d automatically give you the little trinkets he’d stumble upon, gifting them to you happily as he stared at them in your hands with glee.
“Y/n, look!” Turning your attention away from the picnic basket, you looked up to meet the eyes of your boyfriend, watching as his smile got wider by the second.
“What is it, Kei?”
“I found a key,” he chirped, walking over to you before sitting back down on the blanket you’d set up. Turning your head to the side, you looked at him puzzled.
“A key?
“Yeah! Look how shiny.” And suddenly, the realization hit you. Keigo’s love for looking into anything that showed his reflection, his love for twirling things in the sunlight, his love for buying little keychains that caught his eye, they were all because they were shiny. The smile on your face grew as you reached up and pinched his cheek, laughing at his excitement. He was almost childlike, the way he was happy, but it was an adorable sight, one that made your heart melt to witness.
“Well, I hope you at least clean it off before you keep it.” Wiping at it with a napkin, he handed it to you, smile much softer this time.
“It’s for you.”
You’d kept all the little things he’d given you over the months, collecting them away as the pile grew. Keigo wasn’t sure what he’d expected you to do, but carefully organize them in a drawer wasn’t one. His eyes widened as he’d rummaged through your drawer, scanning over how you’d neatly assorted each trinket he’d given you.
He’d spent his childhood thinking his bird traits were a burden— weird, even— but you’d kept every gift, and you’d cherished them all as though they were priceless. A wobbly smile spread across his face.
“Kei, did you find the—oh—” you were cut off by arms wrapping around you, a face burying itself into your neck. “Kei? You alright?”
“Uh huh.” Rubbing his back, you squeezed him gently.
“What’s up, baby?”
“You kept them, the little things I give you,” he whispered. Chuckling softly, you pulled away, cupping his cheeks and pressing your forehead to his. Your thumb traced his cheekbones tenderly, staring into his wide eyes before you kissed his nose. You were always so gentle with him, he’d noticed, always treated him like he was fragile— like he was precious.
“Yeah, they remind me of you, I love them.” And he loved you.
I bought some of these (they're literally called comfys for anyone curious) for my family a few christmases ago, I absolutely love mine 🥰 he is tOO CUTE!! I've been wearing it a lot since it's finally getting cold where I live, so I just couldn't get the thought of him wearing one out of my head 💞 I got caught up on the manga and am trying to stay on top of the anime so I have that Hawks Brain Rot ™ on full blast again. I'm tryna get back into some of my projects from this blog, like the game and chapter 3 of my long fic :> anyway, have a great friday everyone! 🥰💞
Gojo Satoru sends you seemingly random voice memos & pictures throughout his day.
A picture of a tiny little porcupine he saw that reminded him of Megumi (he tried to draw Megumi’s face onto it but failed, miserably). A video of him trying to get Nanami to narrate the current weather for you (except it’s just an exasperated Nanami trying to move out of frame but then ultimately giving up to announce that the Sun is shining annoyingly, but not as annoying as Gojo). A picture of a chestnut with the same colour as Nobara’s hair (he tried to draw Nobara’s face onto this too, and failed miserably as well). 6 pictures accompanied by 2 videos of him asking you which flavour of cheesecake should he get, only to get all of them while you were still typing. A shaky picture of him cackling next to a sleeping Yuuji with temporary tattoos of minions stuck onto his face. A series of pictures with ratings in the caption of curses where he’s judging them based on ugliness, stinky-ness, & weakness level. Unlimited selfies of him in various poses in various places, each with higher tension than the last, each in different places more ridiculous than the last. Etc. Etc.
It’s cute. It’s sweet. It’s Gojo’s way of including you into his day.
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