nanami's bitch

shoto’s abrupt and blunt manner of speaking still catches you off guard once in a while, and you practically spit out the drink he’d ordered for you before picking you up all over the dashboard of his nice (and most importantly, spotless) car. keeping it in, you then turn to him to catch his eyes not even off the road, and you get the sense he’s neither angry nor confessing, but there’s something else he’d like to discuss.

“um… were they used?”

“no idea. i dodged.”

you chuckle, taking another draw of your iced beverage.

“insane reflexes from our very best hero, of course.”

this does crack a smile and a glance from him.

“it did get me thinking though…” he adds, gripping the wheel gently.

“about what?”

he looks at you again, eyes pensive for a moment then quickly turning back to the road, his voice softening low.

“i want to buy you lingerie.”

your eyes flutter quickly, then your face warms.

“that’s the first thing you thought of after that happens?!”

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 megumi fushiguro. how could you even being to explain megumi fushiguro? collected in public, and a total fucking idiot in private. oh, and he hated the title ‘campus bad boy’

warnings/tags: ooc (?), fem!reader, yuji’s twin sister!reader, cussing, yeaner!megumi, college!au, modern!au, aged up! characters, ANGST ANGST ANGST, reader acting extremely out of character (she’s a complete ass in this I’m sorry), is this doomed yaoi, itadori family lore (mentions of car crash, [name]’s loss of childhood, drug use), damn EVERYONE is confessing, holy friendship breakup

a/n: how the fuh are we going to recover from this

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⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who moves to malaysia because it's the only promise he ever made to himself that survived everything else. The apartment isn't fancy, but it overlooks the sea. Some mornings you catch him standing on the balcony before sunrise, coffee in hand, staring at the horizon with the same distant look he used to wear before difficult missions. Only now, there's nowhere he needs to be.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who still catches people staring. The scars running down the entire left side of his face make strangers look twice before quickly looking away. He pretends not to notice. You pretend not to notice him noticing. Instead, you reach for his hand whenever you're out together, and his grip tightens around yours every single time.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who hates mirrors for the first few months. Not because the scars hurt anymore, but because they remind him of everyone who didn't get the chance to walk away. You never force him to talk about it. One day he catches his reflection while you're laughing beside him in a shop window and realizes it's the first time he hasn't immediately looked away.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who starts gardening. Nobody knows why. One day there's a single potted plant on the balcony. A few months later there's an entire collection thriving under the tropical sun. Whenever you ask about it, he claims it's practical. The faint smile he hides when a new flower blooms says otherwise.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who no longer wears high collars to hide the burns around you. At some point he realizes you've traced every scar with your eyes a thousand times and never once looked at him with pity. The acceptance settles somewhere deep inside his chest and stays there.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who still wakes up from nightmares sometimes. You never ask what he saw. You simply reach for him in the dark. His breathing gradually steadies beneath your hand, and by morning he's pretending it never happened while quietly making your breakfast.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who develops an embarrassing habit of following you around the apartment. If you're cooking, he's leaning against the counter reading. If you're doing laundry, he's nearby folding towels with unnecessary precision. If you're working, he's sitting close enough that your knees occasionally bump. Neither of you ever acknowledge it.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who becomes softer in ways nobody from jujutsu high would believe. He remembers your favorite snacks. Carries an umbrella when rain is forecast. Brings you cold drinks before you realize you're thirsty. The world took so much from him that he treasures every small opportunity to care for someone he loves.

⊹ post-shibuya!nanami who sits beside you on the beach long after sunset, warm sand beneath your feet and ocean waves rolling endlessly ahead. His scarred profile catches the moonlight as he glances toward you. For once, there are no curses, no responsibilities, no impossible choices waiting tomorrow. Just you, him, and the life he never thought he'd get to have.

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⊹ bf!megumi who accidentally starts measuring time by you. Not dates or schedules—just you. "The café you liked opened around the time we started dating." "I bought this book when you were obsessed with that detective show." Somehow, every memory gets filed away with you attached to it.

⊹ bf!megumi who acts like your teasing doesn't affect him at all until one perfectly timed comment leaves him staring blankly at a wall for the next ten minutes. He'll recover eventually. Probably.

⊹ bf!megumi who owns dozens of photos of you and absolutely none of them are normal. Half are blurry candids he took without thinking. The other half are screenshots from video calls where you were making ridiculous faces. He treasures every single one.

⊹ bf!megumi who gets irrationally attached to random objects because they remind him of you. A pen you borrowed once. A hair tie left on his desk. A receipt from a convenience store trip. He'll keep them for months without realizing.

⊹ bf!megumi who learns your footsteps. You can be halfway down a hallway and he'll already know it's you. Everyone else sounds the same. You don't.

⊹ bf!megumi who starts sleeping better after you enter his life and never makes the connection. He just knows the nights feel quieter somehow, even when you're talking his ear off before bed.

⊹ bf!megumi who claims he doesn't care where you eat, then immediately vetoes every restaurant except the ones he knows you'll enjoy.

⊹ bf!megumi who gets weirdly competitive over the most random things. Not sports. Not games. Things like who can spot the neighborhood cat first or who remembers a movie quote correctly. He refuses to admit defeat.

⊹ bf!megumi who has a habit of collecting things he'd normally ignore because they remind him of you. A seashell from a beach trip. A pressed flower that fell out of a book you lent him. Little pieces of moments he'd never admit are sentimental.

⊹ bf!megumi who always notices when you're overstimulated before anyone else does. He'll quietly guide conversations away from you, move you somewhere calmer, or offer an escape route without drawing attention to it.

⊹ bf!megumi who becomes alarmingly soft around animals whenever you're present. It's bad enough that you caught him baby-talking one of his divine dogs once. He threatened to deny it until the day he dies.

⊹ bf!megumi who secretly likes hearing you complain about minor inconveniences. Not because you're upset—because he loves how animated you get. You'll spend ten minutes ranting about a rude cashier while he's sitting there thinking you're the most interesting person in the room.

⊹ bf!megumi who develops the habit of checking a crowd for you first whenever he arrives somewhere. Before he looks for friends, before he figures out where he's sitting, before anything else. His eyes automatically search for you.

⊹ bf!megumi who has exactly one favorite sound and it's your laugh. He'll never tell you that, though. He just finds himself causing trouble every now and then purely because he knows it'll make you laugh again.

⊹ bf!megumi who loves you so quietly that most people miss it entirely. Then they notice the way his eyes find you in every room, the way he unconsciously angles himself toward you, the way his entire expression softens whenever you speak—and suddenly it's impossible to miss.

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ husband!nanami and the attractive things he does pt. 3

tags. established relationship. married life. domestic bliss. gentle love. fluff. pet names (honey). soft!nanami. no angst. ⋮ author's note. another shorter one woo!! the heatwave is genuinely taking me out so i've not been in the mood to write or do anything else at all pffft hence why this is only 500 words and not a thousand ⋮ word count. 0.5k

Husband!Nanami who time and time again places a rough, warm hand on your lower back, the heat pooling through the silky dress you're wearing, arching into him the slightest bit, whilst he presses closer to you to avoid bumping into anyone else in this unnecessarily crowded place. 

When you look up at him, if it’s to ask or say something, it’s all the same, because he always bends down a bit, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers his response. When he's done speaking, he’ll press a brief kiss to your cheek, perhaps your jaw, and then he’ll pull back, seemingly unaware of the effect he has on you.

Husband!Nanami who is pleasantly aware that he's got some centimetres on you, even if you're above the average height for women. So, without having to ask, or not even having to utter a single word about it once throughout your long-lasting marriage, he always slows down while walking. 

It's ridiculously silly, you seem to think now and then, but it’s enough to make your heart feel warm nonetheless. 

Taking a walk in the park? His fingers are entwined with yours, and his long legs seem to stop going at their fast pace so that he can keep up with you. It’s you glancing up at him that does it for Kento—cheeks flushed, pupils slightly dilated, the softest of smiles plastered on your face—and he can't help but allow his lips to tug up into a gentle smile. Oh, how nice it feels to hold the entire world in his hands.

Husband!Nanami whose tone softens when speaking to you. Usually a bit bored and calm, showcasing his practical and beyond professional demeanour, but when he turns to you—lips parting, a gentle hum, tone turning reassuring in every way possible, soothing and serene—he melts.

Husband!Nanami who comes home from a long day at work, the front door closing behind him (a little louder than usual, the lock clicking within the span of a second), and his sleek black shoes being left in the entryway whilst he makes his way to the kitchen.

He doesn't waste a second to squeeze his front against your back, hands pressing against either your love handles or soft belly, tugging you impossibly close. It’s only sooner or later that he drops his head in the crook of your neck, presses a kiss to the skin there and finally allows his shoulders to drop while an exhausted sigh escapes his lips.

Husband!Nanami who always looks back at you. It doesn't matter if it’s because he's leaving for work in the morning, before you close the front door behind him, he’ll glance back over his shoulder, his lips stretching into the tiniest of smiles. 

Sometimes his hazel eyes will soften immensely, other times he’ll mouth the words ‘see you later, honey’. But one thing he doesn't need to mouth, or say out loud, is that he loves you more than life itself, for he proves it every day.

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warnings. death mentioned, old age and tragic. grief. fem reader. pregnancy mention. infidelity mention. author’s note. dedicated to my wife lainey / @suganoms and @jiyuspassion / jiyuu, my mutuals and besties. ily FOREVA. and my irl friend, E. hope you’re having a good one up there. this one’s for you.

College Student!Nanami didn't have many friends in school. If he was being quite honest, he didn't plan on it. He wanted the simple way out—get a decent finance degree and make money and live comfortably. It wasn't ideal, but it would work. His plan was simple and didn't require any added variables.

College Student!Nanami's plan didn't include the unknown variable that was Yu Haibara, a fellow freshman in his intro to psych class. He was loud, confident (even if his answers were wrong), but caring and sweet.

He was a persistent little bugger. No matter what, Haibara always seemed to gravitate towards him. It wouldn't have bothered him had it not been for his persistence in jointing him on outings with his friends.

So he finally caved in one day and said yes.

College Student!Nanami's idea on what Haibara's friends wasn't what he expected. Satoru and Suguru, the campus's smartest students, Shoko who was in nursing, some junior named Utahime, and you. Similar to Nanami, you were forced invited to be here per Haibara.

Meanwhile, it seems everyone else either already knew each other.

Great.

But to Kento's surprise…it wasn't even that bad. Suguru and Satoru were always up to no good, peas in a pod. Utahime and Satoru always seemed to butt heads in hilarious ways while you and Shoko sat back and watched. And Haibara was always attached to him at the hip. And eventually, Kento started offering him drinks after class.

College Student!Nanami's first official outing with the friend group was to the beach. A clear, sunny day—without sunscreen. While Satoru tanned, Iori burned up under the sun. Shoko brought a beach umbrella, and you sat under it with her. Haibara and Suguru left their respective dorms already having a thick layer of sunscreen. The day consisted of chaos, sand in pockets, wet shoes and peeling skin for Iori.

This was also the day the first group picture was taken. With Satoru pouring sand on Iori's head, Shoko and you throwing up peace signs, Suguru laughing at Iori and Kento awkwardly smiling and side hugging Haibara.

And to much his own surprise, this group was kind of growing on him.

The second hang out was at the mall a semester later.

After some shopping, Shoko and Iori went to the bathroom. Suguru and Satoru didn't want to wait and dragged Yu with them to some claw machine store.

Which left you and Kento alone.

He had some one on one time with Yu, some time with Satoru and Suguru, not so much with Shoko and Iori—but never with you.

You were awkward, shy, but had a joyful and youthful spark in your eyes. So while you struggled to properly order your drink at the mini cafe in the mall, you admired and loved the chocolatey presentation of the drink all the same.

Crushing!Nanami found himself trying to text you to hang out. Alone. But he couldn't come up with good reasons why.

Wanna grab a drink? Too bro coded.

Do you want to walk around the park this evening? Too romantic.

Thankfully, you reached out first. Now Yu was arguing custody over him while Satoru teased Kento relentlessly about his sudden friendship with you.

Crushing!Nanami thought he was good at hiding his crush for a year.

Despite how studies and internships and exams kept everyone busy, Haibara still found a way to drag everyone out.

It was at a dinner during the holidays that Suguru asked Kento about you.

"Do you know if she likes anyone?" The raven haired man asked him. He discreetly pulled the blond aside, a little further aways from the group towards the end of the table. This must've been, Kento assumed, planned.

"Not particularly," Kento sighed as the other half of the group were busy debating something stupid. "Even then it's not my place to tell anyone. If she did like someone she should tell them. Why?"

"I think I want to ask her out."

Kento fumbled with his fork a bit.

"Woah, you okay?" He asked as Kento quickly regained composure. A million thoughts raced through his head.

You and Suguru? He did notice you both getting close. But…

Why did he care?

"Sorry," Kento cleared his throat and set his fork down, albeit a bit trembling. "You should go for it. Worse she can say is no."

"You think so?" Suguru flashed him a smile as a red tinge appeared on his ears. "I just wanted to ask you just in case there was already something between you guys," He picked up his drink to his lips and held it there as he watched you stick a finger into Satoru's face. "Thank you, Kento,"

After everyone wished and hugged each other goodbye amid drunken laughter, Kento went home…unsure. Suguru's confession left him with a knot in his throat and a sense of restlessness that night.

Yes, he liked you. No, he didn't know if you liked him back. And he for sure wasn't going to confess without absolute certainty that you did.

Days later, Suguru reached out to him.

SUGURU | 21:23

Update, she said no. Said she liked someone else.

KENTO | 21:24

Oh.

SUGURU | 21:26

Yeah, but it's okay. Things are good! Whoever that guy must be is lucky!

Lucky, huh?

In love!Nanami was ready to graduate. Two years had passed since that moment with Suguru. In caps and gowns, after many moments of stress and caffeine (and maybe a drink or many) along the way, Kento felt a twinge of sadness now that those moments of being with the group were finally reaching its end.

"C'mon guys," Yu said as he threw his arms around Kento and Satoru. "No matter what, I'll still find a way to get us all together,"

Satoru laughed. "You sure about that? Iori's in Kyoto, and we're all going our separate ways after this,"

Yu gave Satoru a noogie as the white heated man tried to pull from his grasp. "Don't be such a party pooper!"

After walking across the stage, diplomas in hand, it was time to say goodbye.

You gave Kento a hug and kissed his cheek once the rest fell out of the goodbye circle.

"I hope we can still stay in touch, Ken," you gave him a shy smile and an awkward pat on his shoulder. "I loved having our study sessions together and going out on walks. Please keep in touch, okay?"

He laughed as he tried to calm down the nerves that built up inside him.

Three years of feelings hidden from you and they were ready to jump out at this very moment.

"Actually," Kento clears his throat and rubs his neck. "Once we both are settled into our careers and stuff…would you be okay with going out?"

Your eyes widened and Kento gulps hard.

"I just figured we could hang out once we were all settled and no longer busy—"

"So you're not asking me on a date?" You interrupted.

Now Kento is wide eyed. "You thought I was asking you out?"

You gave a loud laugh and held your stomach as Kento looked more and more confused as each second passed. Once you finally had some composure, you wiped a tear away.

"Yu was right, you never noticed!" You suddenly looked confident as the glow of the sun set around you at the empty park. "I've liked you for a while, silly. Yes, I'll go out with you."

And that was how he accidentally scored a date with you.

And Yu was ecstatic about hearing it, plus winning 100 bucks from Satoru and Shoko.

In love!Nanami was excited after four months of not seeing you since graduation. Four months of phone calls and texts and he finally could take you out.

He made sure to do everything right—he even got a haircut. He brought you flowers, held the door open, and despite having an elaborate plan, it ended up with you and him back at your place, mugs in hand and watching a funny movie together. That first kiss in the autumnal afternoon tasted of chamomile and sugar. It wasn't full of passion, but a hesitant peck.

It was perfect.

"When are you back in town?" You asked as Kento held a hand on the door.

"Sometime December, towards the end of the month again. I want to take you out on a proper date this time,"

You snorted. "Make sure you book the reservations a month beforehand, I don't think we were ready for it to be booked this far out."

He gave a small smile. "I will, I will be better prepared next time. See you in three months?"

"Yep!" You gave him another quick peck on the cheek. "Yu should be in town by that time too! We should all hang out and catch up!"

"I can't wait, then," Kento gives you a kiss on the cheek and leaves your place feeling happier than he has in years.

Looking back, he wished he could've taken some of that happiness and kept it in a jar for when he did come back three months later, only several weeks earlier than expected.

Yu never stopped sending him messages, checking up on everyone and trying to make plans for the end of December.

Nanami had only wished that the only invite he'd receive from Yu was for a get together, not his funeral.

Standing at the hill his family chose for him as his final resting place, he bundled his hands in his pockets. Satoru and Suguru were silent. Shoko held your hand as Iori held your other hand.

Seemed like everyone had someone to comfort them.

He stared at the name on the gravestone, barely registering the words of his family members as they recalled memories of Yu.

It's would've almost been a year since he graduated. He was supposed to call Kento tomorrow. He was supposed to be it there, having fun, becoming the change in the world he wanted to be.

And the world seemed duller without the spontaneity of his friend.

A day after the funeral. He woke up, tried to go to work. Tried. He couldn't register a thing his mentor was trying to teach him.

After four hours of trying to pretend he could get through the day, he asked to go home.

And he waited. Waited for anything resembling the existence of Haibara. For the invitations to some random game board night or karaoke party to annoy him every week. And nothing came. The hangouts ceased to be created and life moved on.

And Haibara's last message of "are we still good on calling tomorrow??" sitting in his inbox unread was a silent reminder of the unknown variable of life.

Adult!Nanami feels the weight of adulthood years later. He is no longer the mentee but a mentor for many. 9-5 Monday through Friday as a stockbroker certainly did the job he wanted: make money, live comfortably.

Adult!Nanami hasn't seen nor talked to his college friends in years since Haibara died. But it didn't stop the story that made its way through the grapevine.

Satoru and Suguru fought and no longer talked. Shoko occasionally talked to them but it was rather awkward and pointless. Iori works and rarely has time for Shoko, and you tried to keep Haibara's memory alive. Tried scheduling hangouts, something that Haibara would've liked to have done.

Some wounds were just too deep to heal.

Every once in a while, he'd be hit with a memory with his best friend, and he's always caught off guard. He could be working and something a mentee could say might trigger a memory Yu where he said or did something similar.

Even in death, Yu always found a way to stick to Nanami like glue when he least wanted.

Adult!Nanami was caught off guard when he saw you on the train station. He heard you moved, but didn't know from where since Shoko didn't bother to tell him any major details.

You looked older, like life had already paid its dues. For a moment, he felt 22 again, feeling a sense of warmth at the sight of you. But now that you're both older, he wasn't sure if you'd be happy to see him. So he let it be.

And he did try to leave discreetly. He didn't want to bother you and say hi. Didn't think you would even want to talk or reach out to him. But was, again, caught off guard by how you found him.

Adult!Nanami caught up with you a little on the commute home. You had achieved all you've ever wanted and decided to move to a different part of Tokyo. You're okay, and miss your friends dearly.

“Maybe, if you're up for it," you hesitated as you both hopped off the train onto the platform, ready to go separate ways. "we could go out?"

"Go out?" Kento repeated as he stared at you and you turned red and nervous.

"Yeah! I mean I know we had a moment,” you paused and gestured towards everything. “a moment, uh, before everything happened but I don't want us to hang out and be friends again if you're not comfortable with it and—"

You rambled on and on and all Nanami could do was chuckle.

"So you're not asking me out?"

A pause. "Not unless you want me to,"

Nanami hummed. "Usually, 'going out' implies that,"

You pouted. "Are you teasing me?"

"A little," Kento smiled and nodded. "Just send a date to my number, we can make plans then,"

Nanami walked home, feeling a bit more lively than usual.

Adult!Nanami did have the confidence to reach out and make plans. And this time: he did everything right.

He got the flowers, picked you up, made the reservation, and made sure you felt comfortable the entire time. The summertime was so wonderfully peaceful and new, and it only made his love for you blossom more.

His feelings for you never left, he realized. They stayed dormant despite it all.

And it took about a couple months for him to realize that before you took the initiative and kissed him. Right there at your front door, after having ice cream and cookies. It was slow, warm, and sweet. He pulled you in close by your waist and smiled against your lips.

After a couple more dates, he asked to make it official.

Boyfriend!Nanami leaves space for you in his closet and his drawers with an extra toothbrush when you finally do stay the night.

Boyfriend!Nanami who loves that you still try to reach out to the others who sometimes don't respond back. Occasionally you get upset, but he's always waiting for you with open arms and words that comfort you and remind you that grief is still fresh for them too.

Boyfriend!Nanami who confides in you later towards your late friend's birthday that he felt alone in the wake of his death. And how he missed the Yu shaped annoyance in his life and his joy.

And frankly, you felt it too. It was Yu who annoyed you both to hang out together all those years ago.

He gives himself a smaller and smaller more vulnerable part of himself to you. He communicates what's wrong and makes sure to apologize and own up to mistakes when he realizes he's hurt you.

And you do the same. So when you finally confide in him a year after dating that you want to try to get everyone back together—

"Sweetheart, I don't know if they'd want to,"

You huff and take a sip of your tea at the small round table in the dining area of his apartment. You moved in not too long ago, boxes stacked at the door neatly with decorations you planned on adding to the plainness of Kento's large apartment.

Kento sits across from you, his own mug in hand, the morning sun filtering in the curtains. The AC hummed and you looked at your boyfriend annoyed.

"You don't know that,"

"You can try," Nanami sighed. "I'm not discouraging that. I just think that they won't take it as well,"

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"Maybe you could text them in a group message," Kento took a sip of his tea and shrugged. "See where everyone's at,"

And you did.

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AUGUST 18

YOU | 10:24

Happy birthday Yu.

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SATORU | 11:30

hb haibara, still owe me 50 bucks.

SUGURU | 11:45

Happy birthday Yu 💐

SHOKO | 11:46

happy heavenly birthday yu 🤍

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IORI | 12:03

If the bet you had with Yu was over the gift you sent me forever ago Gojo I swear to god

Happy birthday, Haibara. Today we toast you. 🥂

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Soon after, Suguru reaches out. No longer are you arranging get togethers, and he slowly reconnects with Shoko. Then Kento. Then you. Until all roads led to Satoru.

Sitting in an empty cafe three months later was…awkward. Satoru was uncharacteristically quiet. And Suguru was too shy.

Soon enough, Shoko broke the silence. "Wasn't this the cafe Yu loved?"

Suguru cleared his throat. "I…think so?"

Satoru hummed. "You think?"

"I only remembered that horrible pizza place, the one with the cheap beer—"

"—and massive slices yes!" Satoru finished and soon a smile came to everyone's faces.

"He swore it was just his intolerance to cheese," Suguru laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I told him it was gross but he kept coming," Shoko sighed, head in her hands as she gave a quick glance at you and Kento. "So you're a thing now?"

"Uh, yeah," you started.

"Damn it, that's another 50 bucks he owes me." Satoru mumbled.

"You're unbelievable," Suguru glared at him playfully.

That day you all spent time together reminiscing and catching up. Shoko's a doctor, Satoru became a professor at a university close to Kento's stockbroker company (much to his dismay) and Suguru became a bioethics consultant.

And Yu became the reason everyone came back.

And life goes on.

A meme gets sent here and there. Everyone calls each other because hanging out as a group requires time to plan, which life isn't the best at allowing. And all in all, Nanami is happy.

But lately, you haven't been.

In the now three years, you haven't ever been this mad at him. You were upset when he'd prioritize work. When he would be more practical than empathetic, he makes sure to take responsibility and win you back.

But suddenly, you grew colder. You'd occasionally lean into his touch, then pull away upset. At first it began because of a late shift.

That he understood.

The second time, when he went to a jewelry store to pick up the engagement ring he planned on proposing you to, you were furious. Why?

"You always told me when you go on lunch break and now this? You're hiding something aren't you?"

"No!" Kento sighed. He wasn't sure what to even say without spoiling the surprise. He held the phone to his ear as he tapped his desk with his pen. "I-I'm not hiding anything, love. You have my phone password, you may look through it if it helps you trust me but I am not doing anything,"

Silence. "Promise?"

"Yes," he sets the pen down and clears his throat. "Is everything alright? I don't want to sound rude, but…"

His voice trails off, but he realizes it sounds rude regardless.

"You've been irritated, lately. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells with you. Can we talk when we get home?"

You sniff. "Yeah. I'll talk to you when you get home."

He hangs up the phone, but can't help the restlessness he feels at your sudden mood swings.

Two hours later, a text from Shoko.

SHOKO | 14:19

😏

Kento was more confused than anything. What was that supposed to mean?

He got off work at 17:00 on the dot. Grabbed a bouquet of flowers on his way home. He anxiously bounced his leg the entire commute home.

Why were you like this? Should he turn to Suguru or Satoru for this? Did you do something?

When he got home, he saw the light from your shared bedroom illuminating the hallway. He takes his shoes off, his blazer and sets his stuff down, and carries his nerves and your bouquet of flowers in one hand, and the weight of the box in his pocket certainly didn't matters better.

When he opens the door, he wasn't ready to see you sitting there on the edge of the bed, looking more nervous than him.

"Love?" He said as he set the flowers next to you and kneels down in front of you. "Talk to me, what's wrong?" When you just sat there and stared at him, he continued.

"Was it…" he licked his lips and whispered. "Did you do something?"

You shook your head immediately. While he was relieved, he was left with more questions than answers.

You looked at Kento for a minute. He couldn't tell what you were feeling, but you could tell that between his furrowed brows and slightly unkempt hair that he was wrecked with anxiety.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, and I know you didn't do anything wrong," you said with a shaky edge. It immediately made Kento reach for your hands, until he felt the warm plastic in one of your hands. He looked down, and saw the plastic stick with two lines.

A positive pregnancy test.

He immediately looked at you.

"You're pregnant?"

You nodded as you broke into tears. Happy or sad ones, he didn't know. "I thought your cologne started smelling like cheese and it made me vomit."

He kneeled on the carpet staring at the plastic in his hands.

Well. That explains Shoko's message and your behavior.

The moment proved to be a great way to propose to you. Which you said yes.

Until you hurried to get up and puke after catching a whiff of his cologne again.

Life had such a way of surprising you.

From telling your friends about a double whammy announcement, needless to say everyone was ecstatic.

Months later, after convincing Nanami on a small venue wedding consisting of close friends and family, you stood before him at the altar, taking your vows in front of the people you loved most.

He held you tightly in his arms, your hand in his, admiring the glow of the day on you and your pregnancy that had so far been merciful to you, the bump only slightly noticeable despite being halfway through.

Shoko and Iori helped you get ready, with Satoru and Suguru there to help Nanami stay upright. And in the front row was an empty chair, with a picture of that fateful day at the beach almost a decade ago, next to another picture of him awkwardly hugging Kento.

The day goes perfect. The kiss, the first dance, the night goes on as did life.

"To Yu," you'd raise your glass in remembrance, and felt tears well up in your eyes as you eyed the empty chair next to Kento at the wedding party's table.

Grief is weird, but Yu still managed to keep everyone together.

And life goes on.

The Nanami household only grew. Kids, anniversaries, more marriages—in the midst of it all, you stood beside him. He still took you out to dates. Still brought you flowers. Still tried to win you over on the good days, and even more on the bad days.

Even when gray streaks started to appear in your hair, he never stopped.

Old!Nanami still woke up, even in an empty home when the kids were all out and grown up, and made you breakfast. He still made you coffee or tea. Still brushed your hair when you couldn't anymore.

He still went to sleep next to you, an arm around you and a kiss to your temple before the soft lull of sleep overtook you both.

Even after 40 years, you all got together still for Yu's birthday.

And came together when Iori Utahime said her last goodbye.

Satoru who had adopted a kid, Suguru and Shoko who married, you and Kento who just welcomed an empty nest, and Iori who finally rested in a flower bed of peonies, sunflowers and daffodils, carefully curated by you.

The unknown variable of life comes and goes. But for once, Nanami Kento is grateful for the one variable he had: time.

Time with you. His kids. His friends. With Haibara. He should be grateful, all things considered.

So when Nanami, now old and gray, stood in front of you both on the hill you now laid to rest together, he can only hope for another life where Haibara could have lived to see the lives he touched. To meet his children. To have the opportunity to have met his wife as he did, a strong and kind woman.

So when he suddenly woke up one day back at 18, at a familiar beach under burning heat, he sat up and saw a young and laughing Haibara wave him over. With a smile and soft laugh, Nanami got up, and saw you stand next to Yu at the shoreline. You laughed as Yu splashed water at you. Shoko came around and threw sand at Yu, a futile attempt at defending you. Satoru popped out with an arm of sea cucumbers and Yu jumped up in disgust.

Suddenly, you were talking to Yu and he turns to see Kento with a massive smile.

"We've been waiting for you, Kento!" He laughed, holding a pail of seashells. "Come join us, will ya?"

"Come on!" You shouted at Kento. "Join us!"

Without hesitation, he ran towards you.

Spending quality time together at the beach with your chaotic darlings!

Bakusquad x FEM!Reader

CW/TW: fluff :: suggestiveness :: crack :: flirty friendship with queen Mina / None .

Dividers by: @/dollywons & @/pxrce-lain

From the moment you had the idea, it was two in the morning on a friday.

A simple "beach tmrw?" Was sent in the groupchat and got immediate answers from the as insomniac as you members. First from Mina and denki who of course agreed on it, Sero who said yes because it seemed fun and Kirishima who agreed and planned to convince Katsuki into the plan.

"Oh yea Fushiguro is definitely into you."

Yuji looked over to Nobara for confirmation, to which she nodded without hesitation.

"I don't think so, he's like giving me mixed signals." You thought back to all the times you interacted with Megumi, you were even starting to doubt whether you two were close enough for you to call him that.

"Dude have you not seen how he's always making heart eyes at you? He looks at you like this."

Yuji tried demonstrating by resting his eyes and staring off into the distance but it looked more like he was constipated (Nobaras words not yours.) It took a good five seconds before he finally went back to normal.

(Probably would've went on longer if nobara didn't smack him)

"Hey! What was that for?"

"This is why girls don't like you."

"Are you even popular enough to talk-?"

Now it was your turn to hit them both. "Focus guys, please."

Nobara sighed and turned back to you. She couldn't believe how oblivious you were. "Remember that time we all went to get sushi with Gojo?"

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After a particularly rough mission, your sensei was kind enough to take the four of you out to get something as a reward. Unfortunately it was pretty late so the only place left was a run down one hidden in the side of an alleyway.

The first sign to get out probably should've been the smell of rust the moment the door opened. But of course Gojo insisted it was okay (it was not).

You ordered a hand roll and sashimi, and Megumi ordered the same. You two shared a look when the food came out, but he reassured that if you took a bite, he would too.

So when the salmon touched your lips, everything was okay-or at least that's what you thought.

The texture was akin to overcooked noodles, way too mushy and exactly how salmon shouldn't taste. Before you knew it, your feet carried you to the bathroom and you were doubling over the toilet in no time.

By the time you got back, everyone was still there except for Megumi, his spot was empty

Apparently he had stepped out when he noticed you were heading towards the bathroom with a hand clamped over your mouth. Minutes later he came back with a bottle of fresh water.

"Drink. I don't trust the water here." He said as he nudged the bottle against your lips.

"Thanks Megu- ah I mean thanks Fushiguro" You lowered your head and took a sip, not noticing the slight tint of red appearing on his face when your fingers brushed.

"Megumi is fine."

You giggled, still ignorant to the stares of your sensei and your two friends, jaws all wide open.

Is Megumi Fushiguro blushing!?

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"Well that was only one time!" you snapped out of it and turned back to the present. Well at least now you know he's okay with getting called by his first name.

You turned back to your bickering friends, now that you think about it, it didn't make sense how Yuji and Nobara bicker so much, they basically share the same brain cell.

"One time? No way! Remember when that barista tried hitting on you at the coffee shop?" The pink boy's eyebrow raised up in a hint hint wink wink way and then he tried to actually wink. yikes

"Never do that again. But Itadori has a point. That barista was scared so badly I heard he quit like right after," Nobara added

Was Megumi that scary? He never came off as scary to you though.

"Well yea cause he's like obsessed with you."

Shoot did you say that out loud? anyways..

"I thought the barista got fired cause he made all of our drinks wrong."

"Because Fushiguro scared him half to death!!!"

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It was the hottest day of the year, summer meant your teacher was able to get the students to have less missions so you had some free time. Currently you were standing next to Megumi after Yuji had screamed for you all when he thought his friend got hit on. A bruise was forming from where Megumi had smacked him, ouch!

Nobara and Gojo had walked off somewhere, you were thinking of going with them to cool off in your dorm until Megumi pointed out there was a coffee shop nearby with decent drinks.

It sounded perfect so you texted all of them to meet you both there.

Naturally, being there early meant you went up to order while Megumi secured a table for the five of you. The line wasn't too long so you were able to get to the front quickly.

Your hand reached for your pocket to pay but the cute barista looked up from writing his number on your cup and told you it was on the house.

"Really? Thanks so much!"

"Yea of course! Hey actually do you have a boyfriend? I think you're really pretty and.." his words trailed off when he noticed dark eyes burning holes into his soul.

"Huh? What's wrong?" You turned around but found nothing except Megumi's normal resting face. He was so focused on stopping you from getting hit on that he didn't even notice his two friends and teacher staring from afar.

They had came in and looked for the two of you before Yuji pointed out where you were at the front.

There was a silence between the three until Nobara spoke up.

"So we all saw that?"

"Yeah." "Definitely."

The three turned back to the situation and noticed the barista still smiling nervously while holding your cups. You noticed it was a bit awkward and chuckled nervously.

"Oh hey they're here! Let's go-"

Say less, Megumi thought and dragged you away.

Moments later the same barista came over with all five drinks, when he noticed the same dark pair of eyes glaring at him, there was a visible nervousness on his face as he gulped.

"Here are your d - drinks, enjoy..!"

The moment he turned to walk away, the barista felt his heart drop when Megumi called out to him.

"Hey dude, these drinks are all wrong."

You leaned over Megumi and took a closer look at the drinks that were set down, the tint on Megumi's face didn't go unnoticed by your friends across from you, your teacher was already giggling.

"Yeah he's right, these aren't what we ordered at all."

The barista mumbled a quick apology and sprinted back to the machines behind the counter. You sighed and sat back down in your seat.

"Well that was weird, hey why are you all looking at me like that?"

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"Y'know that was kinda hilarious, who knew Megumi could get all flustered like that"

You, Yuji, and Nobara all turned at the new voice joining the conversation. Looks like your sensei Gojo is here, how long has he been standing there?

He took a seat next to Yuji, across from you and Nobara. Seems like he was quite a gossip too, it didn't help when he agreed with your friends that Megumi was definitely down bad for you.

"Once I caught him staring at his phone for 10 minutes after he got a goodnight text with a heart from you."

"Hey I text him that every night!"

"Bingo."

#whatdatmean

At this point you were still in denial, there was no way the guy that's reticent towards others would be doting on you this much.

"Guys Megumi isn't into me, he's just a very good friend, a friend that I see as a friend because he's a close friend of mine and he's just a friend because he's a friend that I really like and-"

oh.

Nobara was smirking at you, "Are you trying to convince us or yourself?

Yuji was about to speak up, but he paused when he noticed a shadowy figure walking past the classroom window. A figure that seems oddly resemblant to his dark haired close friend. The four of you turned towards the window. It wasn't too hard to make out who it was by the spiky hair, for some reason the figure had his collar up.

Now you broke the silence, "Hey when was the last time we saw Megumi with his collar down? Is he not overheating like that?"

Yuji laughed and brushed it off, "He'll be fine, of course you're worried about him."

You felt your face heating up in embarrassment when the others started laughing too, so maybe you did like him. He really was an altruistic person, and a sweetheart especially to you: even if he wasn't great at sharing his feelings.

If only your friends would quit making their points more clear than it already is.

"Hey remember that time he started stuttering at movie night after you started laying on his shoulder?"

Too busy being engrossed in his story telling, Yuji didn't notice the door opening behind and a very irritated fushiguro walking in.

"Hey why'd you guys stop talking-?" SMACK

"Quit talking about me."

Nobara muttered something about stupid boys and going to bed as she walked away. Gojo then suddenly decided annoying Nanami sounded like a great idea and left the room. Yuji said he was heading to shoko because he felt a bump growing where Megumi had smacked him, making it so only the two of you left in the room.

Was this by chance or fate? (Or your friends' evil plan all along? as they snickered outside)

"Did you just get back from a mission? I haven't seen you all day."

Without thinking you had reached out and pulled his collar down, revealing the lower half of his face. He let out a noise of surprise but let it stay down.

Gosh he looked adorable like this.

"Yeah, second grade just outside the city. I picked something up for you too,"

so cute

"That's sweet, walk me back to my dorm Megumi?"

"Oh I- uhm sure"

The walk back was a bit awkward, he was so close next to you he didn't know what to do. His eyes drifted all around the place before finding its spot on your face. It was nice that it was so dark, means it'd be less obvious the fact he was staring.

Though it definitely caught him off guard when he found you already staring at him, lips curled up at corners. He should feel embarrassed, but why did it feel so great when your eyes met out of the blue?

You were feeling happier now, finally listening to the he likes you allegations. You could ask him out right now, it's worth a shot right?

Though you did wanna hear him say the love that he is feeling is true. Maybe you could make plans right now! There's lots of things you could do: go on a picnic, relax at the beach, go out for good quality sushi, there's only so many! And what would your friends say?

"Wow who knew Fushiguro had a heart!!" or "Ugh finally took you too long enough" or-

"We're here."

The sound of Megumi's voice made you jump, you blinked and suddenly the two of you arrived at your dorm, tsk some more time to daydream would've been nice.

"Thanks for walking me back Megumi...wait hey are you free on Tuesday, we could go out? You can pick the place, or I can, whatever you want!"

There was a slight pause until he slowly nodded his head, "Yea...yeah that sounds nice."

"Great! It's a date!"

....

Another awkward silence, geez.

Suddenly Megumi reached in his pocket and pulled out a hair clip-the gift he mentioned earlier. His fingers softly brushed your front pieces to the side as he clipped the little pompompurin onto your hair.

"You look pretty with it."

It took everything inside you not to explode right that instant, if your face wasn't red before it definitely is now. You opened your mouth and thanked him, and just when you thought it couldn't get any better

His finger lifted up and pointed behind you. You turned around expectantly but found nothing, only when you felt a light peck on your cheek did you finally understand.

You giggled, "Megu-" and he was already speed walking down the hall.

"Goodnight Megumi!" you yelled after the faint of his shadow as it disappeared.

You kinda wished you got to kiss him back, but on the bright side your friends were probably right,

Megumi Fushiguro does indeed like you.

Now the only thing left is to do is wonder when he'll officially ask you to be his girlfriend...!

this was so fun to write 🥹🥳 prolly one of my favs out of my pile of drafts !!

sorry if this is ooc!

imagining former volleyball star turned househusband nanami kento in this predicament with you, his beautiful, intelligent history professor of a wife, in your workplace. well, specifically in your classrooms.

the problem had started months ago, at least it wasn't something that kento had any intentions of steering up. but when it comes to how things were with your students, even the intentions he had, or they had, become something that is intentional.

it felt like they knew him like he was always there.

well, he was....he brings you your lunch every day.

but it was the fact that you were so warmly thinking of him.

of course, the kids will get to know him quite a fair bit.

at first, it had simply been stories. it wasn't much, but when you mention these small things about him in passing, all the while waiting for everyone to settle themselves down from topic to topic, they become more engaged in the husband they see during lunch time.

but there would be times where you would go and pause in the middle of the lecture, or even at the end of the lecture to give your students a moment to take a break, and you speak of your husband.

"my husband made too much food again, so please take some before i leave." you say to your freshman class as you take out multiple tupperwares from your lunch bag, with a nonchalant look on your face. "bring your lunch containers and get some."

"my husband says half of you need to sleep more." you smile as the seniors look at each other and then at you as you take out bags of camomille tea. "my husband made this himself. he said you should drink these after exams, so you'll relax."

"my husband packed my lunch this morning and forgot that i hate tomatoes." you frowned as you faced your sophomore class. you sighed. "oh well, i know it's still going to be delicious. he brought some hot cocoa too....if anyone wants hot cocoa, bring your cup!"

over time, your students learned more than they probably should have. they learned that after retiring from professional volleyball, the six feet tall legend named nanami kento had happily embraced domestic life as a househusband while his wife continued her career.

you spoke so often, more than you thought. the younglings learned that he did most of the cooking because he genuinely enjoyed making cute character lunches for you, based on what your favorite anime or hisotrical person is at the time.

they learned he woke up before you every morning to make coffee and that he learned how to make freshly brewed coffee with his former teammate ryomen sukuna, who himself learned for his wife.

they learned he folded laundry with a level of precision that bordered on concerning, to the point that you never truly have any space wasted and sometimes, you have too much excessive space in your dresser.

they learned he has a household spreedsheet, in mutliple colors and folders, from the household budget, to the snack budget, he knows the finances inside and out. and of course, always makes budget for spoiling you. and that was, in your words, limitless.

yet what they learnt best is that your husband loved you. he loved you since you were both young, when life was nothing but a jungle to figure out. through the roar of your youth, to the dawn of your life, he has loved you and he still does love you. perhaps he always will.

to say that your students were jealous is an understatement. because you were so lucky. there was simply no other way to describe it. they had never met a married couple quite like the two of you, not even majority of their parents.

it wasn't because kento had once been a volleyball superstar. admittedly, that had earned him a fair amount of attention in the beginning. some of your students had gone home only to realize, after furiously searching the internet, that the quiet man who dropped off your lunch had once played in packed arenas before thousands of screaming fans.

the realization had spread through the department like wildfire.

"professor [last name]."

you looked up and smiled. "yes, kensei? what do you need?"

"why have you never mentioned your husband is that nanami kento?"

you had blinked. "because he's just...my husband."

the entire lecture hall had fallen silent. they could not believe that you had that. nanami kento was and still is the biggest deal in the sport even after he's gone and retired. he was notorious as a blocker and for the techniques he developed in each and every jump.

he was called the strident wall of japan for a reason.

yet, to you, he wasn't anyone else but your husband.

people just didn't know how to process that fact.

one student had slowly raised a hand. "respectfully, professor...that's like saying the moon is just a rock."

another nodded. "or saying the pyramids are just triangles."

you had laughed so hard you'd needed to set your marker down. "well, it's just the truth for me, you know? he was my friend then he was my boyfriend." you had managed between giggles. "and now he is just my husband."

your students never recovered from that revelation of perspective. but after the novelty wore off, after the excitement of discovering that your husband had once been famous had settled, they realized something far more interesting.

nanami kento wasn't remarkable because he'd been an athlete. he was remarkable because he adored you with an almost embarrassing level of devotion. it came so naturally to him that he didn't even seem aware he was doing it.

your students noticed.

of course they noticed.

one week, every rice ball had tiny cat ears in your already well made chara-bento, because you'd been so moved after rewatching an old anime. and so your husband graciously added a snack for you to munch on.

another week, he'd somehow recreated the roman colosseum entirely out of rice, seaweed, and slices of egg because you'd spent the previous month lecturing about the roman empire with what your students lovingly referred to as "concerning enthusiasm" when you took on a substitution class.

"he made me julius caesar today!" you'd said absentmindedly while opening your lunch, grinning. "looks yummy!"

the classroom had gone quiet, with one student mouth agape, said "...what?"

you'd turned the lid around and nestled carefully inside was an adorable rice ball with a tiny laurel wreath made of parsley. beneath it, written in seaweed letters, your husband neatly put: et tu, eat too.

you'd burst into laughter the second you'd read it. "oh, it's so good. he's too good at this."

your students, meanwhile, simply stared. "...professor."

"yes?"

"is your husband... funny?"

you'd looked genuinely confused. "of course he is."

"we didn't think he was capable."

"he makes puns constantly."

"...that man?" they remember a different man from the court during matches. the one who nearly pummeled megumi fushiguro hard when he did a block in the national league. "how...."

"the other day, he made me napoleon pancakes once."

"..." they were just looking at you, too stunned to speak.

"they were stacked very short."

there had been complete silence. until one student quietly muttered, "...that's kind of romantic."

"that's what i'm saying!" you'd replied happily.

your students exchanged glances once again and slowly opened their lunches as you eat yours happily, going on your phone, texting your husband and sending pictures to him.

perhaps.....perhaps they had underestimated professor mom's husband. it became increasingly difficult not to notice him. not when he's such a devoted husband to you.

every day, almost without fail, sometime around noon, there would be a polite knock against the lecture hall door, just like the first time. it was never loud enough to interrupt and never impatient. still, it was just enough for you to hear and when you open the door, they found that you'd always brighten immediately.

"come in."

the door would slide open just enough for kento to step inside. he never lingered enough to interrupt your lectures, especially since your classes happen during regular lunch hours too.

your devoted husband would simply walk over with your lunch bag in one hand and your favorite insulated tumbler in the other. they would over hear your little conversations, its warm visuals hidden by the drafty covers of the door.

"you forgot your tea. it's a good thing its still warm."

your voice went high pitched, almost relieved. "did i? that's why i couldn't find it in my bag!"

"you also forgot your charger." your husbad seems to remind you. "i know you're not going to be home till late tonight."

"...did i?" you were more uncertain this time. "oh, how can i be such a klutz!"

he seems to laugh lightly, the small creak in the door making them see an extended arm. they lean forward and gasp. he was patting your head, reassuring you tenderly. the atmosphere in the room palpitating in the feeling of your warm hearted love. before long, they saw that he'd hand both over. then a small pause.

"...how long have you been standing here, for your lectures?" her husband whispered to her but it was audible enough to hear.

"......more than a half an two hours." you found yourself answering, carefully.

your students would watch, fascinated. he sees nanami kento pull you close and say. "take five minutes."

"kento, my dear—"

"sit. they gave you a table for a reason. i told you to request it for a reason." he softly tells you as he all but comes in and helps you sit down. "okay, sit here. let me massage your feet."

your eyes widened, round cheeks turn cherry red. "kento, not here—"

he lifts his head, not minding the kids who was watching them. "remove your shoes, i can see your legs shaking. let me make it feel better before i go, okay?"

you lowered your head and resigned yourself to your fate. "...yes, dear."

without fail, you'd obediently sit down and remove your shoes carefully. the students didn't seem to know what to do. some turned around, the feeling of a married couple being this caring for each other felt too much. the other seemed to just not know what to do.

but one thing's for sure and that is, every single time, you folded to your tall, gorgeous and caring househusband. whatever the situation, you let him have his way, especially when it is him taking care of you.

your students found this hilarious. their professor, who regularly intimidated department heads during faculty meetings and had once reduced a guest lecturer to silence during an academic debate, became astonishingly obedient the moment her husband gently told her to rest.

one afternoon, after nanami kento had left, a brave sophomore finally asked what everyone had been thinking. "professor..."

"hm? is there a question on the storming of the siege of inabayama castle, ibuki?"

"...does he always win your arguments?"

you'd looked up from your lunch. "oh, no. well....does it really depend?" the class collectively relaxed as you leaned back and tried to think on it really well. "...i usually lose before they become arguments half the time. not because im not a good debator, he's just way more logical than i am."

"but you're the head coach of the debate team!" another student way in the back yells. "you make people cry in the training!"

"they're not my husband, though." you laugh softly. "he's way more good at knowing how to take me down....and of course, he tends to be right. which is very annoying at times. but that's marriage!"

the room dissolved into laughter. "okay, anyone else have questions?"

another student raised her hand. "i do!"

"what is it, suzuka?"

"so...if he tells you to sleep..."

"i sleep."

"drink water?"

"i drink water."

"stop grading papers at three in the morning?"

"..." the students look confused with your silence. "okay, here's the thing...."

"professor?"

"...he confiscates my laptop." you admitted to them, rubbing the back of your head. "even back then, he tells me to go to sleep a lot. it got to a point he almost broke up with me about it. but you know....now we're okay! i sleep well and good."

the lecture hall erupted.

"he confiscates it?"

"he changes the password, then tells me the next morning. but its not even a different password." you pout. "it's always the anniversary of our first date."

"your own husband locks you out of the computer?"

"he says i'm 'grounded from academia' and that he would like to embrace me in his arms! i appreciate that and all, but i get delayed with checking. so he always gets forced to do the work!" you say enthusiastically, with a thumbs up. "get a husband to your work!"

the laughter only became louder at your work. "but in my defense, i once stayed awake for seventy-two hours straight writing the baseline of my journal article cause i said to myself one sitting can make it happen."

"that's not a defense, professor." one of your students said.

"that's exactly why he changes your password." another seemed to agree. "even if its just the same one, it makes sense!"

"i mean, it doesn't really make sense when he's just doing the same password." you laugh. "any case, it's fun. i do the same to his. it takes him a while, though!"

your students had collectively decided that nanami kento was, perhaps, the only human being alive capable of successfully managing you. it was around then that they started calling him your keeper. and you heartily agreed with them. if there was no nanami kento keeping you well and good, then you would not be able to do your job well like this.

that lasted all for some time, this feverish fervor for you and your husband and what your marriage is and how its been a support to your teaching and your academia. however, somthing someone says and it sticks. one of your students accidentally said:

"professor mom's husband." they said and that had made you blink.

"what?"

then another seemed to want to create a chain. "but that doesn't include his title as househusband....how about....professor mom's househusband?"

"bah! too long! try something else." another student chimed in.

"dad." the student in the front said, raising their hand. "dad seems good."

there was crickets. the student turned flustered. you couldn't say a word, because you didn't know what to say. you didn't think such a couple like you two just sharing your mundane life would mean this much to your students.

for a while, none of you acknowledged it the first time. or the second. or even the tenth. because surely, if everyone ignored it, it would disappear on its own. but even when you want something to disappear, it doesn't often work that way.

so if anything, this situation you had right now was something you couldn't ignore. it was such a snowball effect. there was one time you finally had a decent hour to have lunch and he stayed with you, talking in the mini-forest section in the school courtyard.

before long, there was a lone and bold student, completely without shame, waved at kento across campus one afternoon. you looked at him with a stunned look as your husband just seemed confused. especially after what he says.

"hi, dad! hi mom!"

kento stopped and turned to you. then slowly, he looked over his shoulder. there was genuine confusion on his face. you lowered your head blushing as multiple people started to look at the two of you, and the student.

"oh god...."

"...were you speaking to me?"

the student smiled brightly. "yeah!"

"...i'm fairly certain i'm not your father."

"biologically? no. i would know, haha!"

"..." you didn't know what to say. "kid—"

"emotionally? debatable." the student just continued.

your husband blinked. "...i'm going to pretend i didn't hear that." kento stood up and said, "i'm going to pee."

you nodded at your husband. the student turned to you. "he didn't say no."

you pinched the bridge of your nose. "he literally did."

"not convincingly, he didn't. you didn't too!"

"i'm not your mother—"

"hmmm, not by blood, but definitely right now, that's the vibe!"

unfortunately, the title caught on. your freshmen called him dad because the sophomores did. the sophomores called him dad because the juniors did. the juniors insisted they'd inherited the tradition from the seniors. the seniors claimed they'd simply accepted what everyone else already knew.

no one could actually identify who had started it. by then, it no longer mattered. nanami kento, despite denying it every single time, somehow ended up greeting your students whenever he visited campus.

he remembered names. and then he would ask about their exams, their mental health, if they were doing well and if they needed someone to talk to. your husband made sure that in those little ways, he could be there for them, the way he was with you. after all, the kids mean the world to you.

there was one time he had made enough cookies for entire class batch you held because, according to him, "there's no point baking only enough for one and besides....they all did a good job in exams."

he even attended one of the department festivals because you'd asked him to help carry boxes. your students had practically swarmed him. he spent three hours helping set up booths, carrying tables, repairing a broken banner, and somehow ended up manning the drink stall because everyone unanimously agreed he looked trustworthy enough to handle the cash box.

by the end of the festival, he'd received three handmade thank-you cards from your students. some of them had given him knitted trinkets, a lot of them gave him keychains. someone was insane to make him one potted succulent.

but most of all, someone was insane enough to send him an invitation to your class group chat, sending the class photo with you and your husband as the first message. with the same polite bewilderment, and somewhat more attuned enthusiasm, your husband nodded and pressed accept.

"...why are they giving me gifts?" he'd asked you on the drive home.

you'd smiled into the passenger window. "because they like you."

"...i only carried tables."

"you smiled at them."

"...isn't that something that normal people would do?"

"...but you're the dad to them, you know? sometimes even when its just a small thign, it was enough to make them feel good about being cared for by someone." you smiled brightly at him. "it's the same thing you do for me, when you love me each and everyday, kento."

kento had been quiet for a long while after that. he still didn't quite understand why your students had grown so attached to him. you did. they saw what you saw every day, they saw how you were so loved by him.

a gentle man who had once stood beneath stadium lights with thousands chanting his name, now standing quietly in your kitchen every morning, humming to himself while packing your lunch.

a man who had traded medals for measuring cups without a single regret. who loved you so openly that everyone around him felt warmer simply witnessing it. perhaps...it was inevitable that your students would come to love him, too.

you see him putting his glasses aside as he wiped his eyes. "goddamn it...."

you start to laugh. "dear, are you crying?"

"no, im not crying!"

"aww, your kids love you, dear."

"i know, i know.....ugh, i didn't know being a parent was so emotional."

you smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "i know. but you do so well with it. happy father's day, dad. i love you."