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“Yeah,” Gojo said dryly. “That’s kind of your thing.”

“That’s enough,” you snapped at both of them, exhaling sharply. 

“We followed your instructions. We did not engage with the curse…It wasn’t there anyway.” 

You swallowed and looked at Gojo. “But we found more of those things it kept throwing at us that time, the things you said were transformed humans. Is it possible it does it for fun before we assume it’s building some kind of army?”

Gojo went quiet, leaning against the hallway wall, hand cupping his chin while Nanami crossed his hands, assessing him. 

“It calls itself Mahito,” Gojo said, wincing at the name, “Yuji fought it today…”

Your breath caught and your heart sank a little. 

Yuji, fighting that thing, alone? How had that even happened? Had he really been sent on a mission by himself? Who in their right mind would allow that?

“Is he okay?” You asked, looking at Gojo, understanding slowly the reason he was all fussy that evening. 

“He’s alive, thanks to Ieiri,” Gojo said. “He’s back in his room, resting. But the curse got away.” 

His tongue clicked. “That thing’s grown stronger, too.”

Strange, you thought. Gojo always acted so nonchalant and careless, that seeing him like this, hearing the tightness in his voice, made him seem painfully human. He looked concerned for Yuji, for all of you it seemed, which made the danger of this creature feel even more real.

“I’m going to see him,” you said, already stepping away from where both of them stood.

“Fill me in tomorrow,” you added, looking at Nanami, before you hurried down the hallway.

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You burst into Yuji’s dorm room without so much as a knock. You never would have imagined yourself doing so two months ago. But Yuji had become your friend, and he'd been hurt while you spent the day in a completely different environment. That thought left no room for formalities, only a bitter tang of guilt.

You found him lying in bed, roughed up and more serious than usual. Megumi was at his side, straightening a little at your sudden arrival, while Nobara lounged on the opposite side of the bed with her legs crossed, her focus entirely on Yuji.

“Yuji... how...are you okay?”

“Do-ing fine," he barely managed to say. “Shoko fixed me up.”

You exhaled, slightly relieved at the fact that he wasn't missing any limbs this time. Then you glanced around his room, taking in the mess, the socks and Manga scattered all over his floor, the clothes that hung on the back of his chair and last but not least, the not so subtle poster of a tall girl in a bikini that hung on the wall...

Yeah. That's Yuji for you. Pure, organised chaos.

“What happened?" You asked, moving closer. "How did you end up fighting that thing?”

“I don't know. I wasn't sent on a mission or anything. I was just visiting a friend." His fingers curled into fists."Then it just happened.”

“That...patchface curse showed up.” He went on.

“Apparently, it’d been stalking my friend…” Yuji’s voice broke, and your chest felt very tight all of a sudden. “It transfigured him right before my eyes…”

“I’m...so sorry,” was all you could think of to say. “Is there anything we can do? Anything you need?”

“Thanks,” Yuji said quietly. “I just need t-to get it next time.”

You gave a small nod and the room fell quiet. 

Your eyes landed on Nobara, to find her still strangely silent, then you looked at Megumi, who to your surprise was watching you already. You shifted slightly under his assessing eyes and instinctively reached to tug at your braid, when it hit you…

Your hair was down. In the rush you’d forgotten all about your neck and about covering it.

Shit.

You tried to be subtle, slowly brushing your hair over your shoulder to cover it up, but Nobara’s head snapped toward you, narrowing her eyes, like she’d sensed the shift in the room.

“Hell no…”

She froze, finally taking you in.

“What?” Yuji’s head jerked up, turning to look at Kugisaki.

But Nobara was already on her feet, pointing at you. “What is that?”

Your hand flew to your neck, pulling your hair around you like a shield. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” Nobara repeated in disbelief. “That looks like…”

“KUGISAKI!”

Megumi’s sharp voice stopped her before she could finish the sentence and your eyes widened, looking at him. His face was blank, shoulders slightly tense, but he didn’t avert his eyes this time.

Had he noticed the bites? 

It was a strange feeling, being seen by Megumi Fushiguro. You straightened immediately and gave him a small nod.

You weren't embarrassed by the bites. It just...wasn’t the time. Besides, you weren’t even sure how to name whatever it was between you and Nanami, so it felt easier not to talk about it.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Yuji called from the bed.

Nobara huffed, lowering her hand, though not the glare she was still fixing on you. “I’m circling back to this later,” she muttered.

Yuji, still only halfway following, looked between the two of you. “Circling back to what?”

“Nope,” Nobara waved him off. “None of your business.”

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You spent the next hour with Yuji, Nobara and Megumi, talking through everything that had happened with the patchface curse and the recent developments during missions. By the end, you’d all agreed on one thing. None of you would leave the school alone, not even for personal errands. You would stick together as much as possible, just in case any more surprises came knocking while your guards were down. 

While you talked, you noticed Nobara watching you closely. Megumi, on the other hand, shifted slightly every time you glanced at him and you found it almost sweet, how in his own way, he tried to give you space, avoiding looking at you or your neck.

As you offered your goodnights, you told Yuji he was officially relieved of his training duties with you. He, of course, huffed and insisted he was completely fine, ready to jump right back into it. But you'd shaken your head at him, amused despite everything, and waved him off with one last goodnight.

You had barely stepped into the hallway when Nobara caught your sleeve and started dragging you toward her dorm room.

“If you need a new substitute…”

You heard Megumi’s voice trailing behind you then.

“I could help.” 

You and Nobara turned to look at him simultaneously. 

His voice was low and even, almost casual and he stood a few steps away, one hand in his hair, while the other was tucked into his pocket. 

“Oh…” you said, a little caught off guard, not having realised he’d been thinking about it.

“I mean,” he went on. “Only until Nanami can take over…” 

He slipped his other hand into his pocket and averted his eyes. 

“That sounds great,” you smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugged. “I’ve got time.”

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“What the hell is happening in this school? Am I living under a rock?” Nobara muttered as she dragged you into her dorm.

“Seriously, you better start talking before I properly lose it.”

You looked at her, then sighed and sat down on her bed in resignation.

“Fine. It’s exactly what you think. But please don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s… complicated.”

“Oh, I can see that much.”

She let out a breath, then added. “I’m sorry for overreacting earlier. I freaked out, okay?”

She moved some clothes off the bed before sitting down beside you.

“How did this happen?” she asked. “Did you make out during your assignment?”

You spent the next few minutes giving her only the pieces of the story you thought were appropriate. You told Nobara it wasn’t like that, that Nanami had invited you to his place and that the two of you had talked and that, yes, you’d made out, but you left out the parts that felt too private, the ones meant only for you to turn over in your mind. While she sat there listening with wide eyes, gushing over the details you gave her, before finally saying, “I have to admit. I’m going to miss you when you're gone.”

Then she suddenly threw her arms around you in a tight hug and you couldn’t help but hold her just as tightly.

“I’ll miss you too,” you exhaled, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

“I don’t think you realise how much more interesting this school got when you showed up. And Nanami going all soft on you isn’t even the craziest part…” 

She pulled back and looked at you, her face suddenly blank. “Fushiguro’s reaction tops even that.”

You laughed. “I don’t know, I thought it was pretty on-brand for you two to bicker like that…”

You gave her a small wink but Nobara didn’t smile. She just looked at you as something unreadable crossed her face. And you thought that maybe there was something going on after all, but you didn’t push for it. You just hoped that she’d tell you about whatever this was, when she was ready. 

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August 8, 2018

It had been five days since you started training with Megumi. 

He had shown up the next morning at 9AM, and since then, the two of you had been training for two hours a day without a single break.

You had quickly realised that fighting Megumi was far more entertaining than fighting Maki. His technique, unlike her raw strength, was creative, fascinating, and deeply unnerving. He kept finding ways to catch you off guard, slipping in and out of what you had come to understand were his shadows, and his shikigami were somehow both the cutest and the most cunning creatures you had ever encountered.

Over the past few days, you'd learned a lot about the seventeen-year-old sorcerer. He was quiet, yes, but incredibly skilled, surprising you when you least expected it. He paid attention and showed up for you as though he genuinely cared, and you found him interesting, appreciating the friend you'd made even more.

He was young, and yet he acted like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders already and that, strangely, resonated with you.

He moved quickly now and ruthlessly, lunging at you, and since your technique was not adapted to his pace just yet, you found yourself disoriented, until the ground beneath your feet started to feel liquid again. That was when he landed another unexpected blow and your cursed energy spiked, sending you directly into your vivid hallucinations.

Blue flames…

This time they curled around a majestic tree, standing in the middle of a garden that was so beautiful and strange that for a moment, you thought you dreamed it.

You shook your head. 

“Okay… I need a break,” you huffed on the ground just as he came closer, extending a hand to help you up.

“You okay?” he asked, his eyes flicking over you with suspicion.

“Yes, of course,” you said, dusting off your uniform jacket and skirt.

“I think you’ve finally done it.” You smiled at him. “Properly kicked my ass, I mean.”

He didn’t seem flattered, but as he helped you to your feet, you caught the look in his eyes and found it strangely intense. Almost knowing.

“What’s that look for?” you asked, suddenly curious.

He just shrugged, looking away. “Get some rest.”

He turned around and walked off toward Nanami, who stood with his arms crossed, watching the training today.

Your smile widened the moment you locked eyes. Whatever Megumi had been cryptic about slipped from your mind, because warmth rose to your cheeks in anticipation and you knew exactly what you wanted to do next.

The last five days had been enlightening in more ways than one, especially with Nanami being so consistent.

Every day after training, he would find some excuse to pull you aside to his office, the gym, or the hidden training grounds, and keep you there in his arms, as you both went into it like there was no tomorrow, as if the world outside didn’t exist.

He’d take you just the way you needed him to, all heat and need, growling in your ear and kissing you so deeply, you felt like you could sink in that sensation and let it consume you whole. It was the roughness in his voice, the way he looked at you that made everything else blur. You had been careful, of course. Mindful of the people around you. But when he stood there, watching you the way he did, it became almost impossible to ignore the pull. It was hard resisting the urge to close the distance between you right there and then.

As you stood there watching the two of them talk, you found yourself oddly intrigued by it. The way Nanami’s posture sharpened while Megumi spoke to him, making you wonder what exactly they were saying to each other.

“Am I missing something?” you asked as you got closer.

They looked at you at the same time.

“I was letting Fushiguro know that his assistance is no longer required,” Nanami said sharply.

“Oh…” You crossed your arms. “Is that so?”

You looked at Megumi, suddenly unsettled. He only nodded and looked away, saying, “Nanami’s fully recovered."

While you were almost certain that Nanami's recovery was a fact, you couldn't help but wonder if Megumi, with the way he spoke, was glad to be done with this training.

But no, wasn’t he the one who had offered to help in the first place?

You shook your head, clearly reading too much into this. 

“Thank you, Megumi. I’m really glad we got the chance to do this. You’re pretty fun to train with.”

You smiled at him and he met your eyes for a moment, then shrugged.

“Sure. Anytime.”

Then just as quickly, he turned and walked off before any of you could say anything else. 

Nanami’s eyes followed him briefly before returning to you.

“My office,” he loosened his tie just slightly. “Now.”

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Kento Nanami

That morning Nanami stood at the edge of the training ground, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you spar with Fushiguro. 

He’d followed your fluid movements, noticed your confidence and the freedom you carried yourself with, all in testament to the sixty eight days you spent refining your cursed technique. 

You adapted way quicker than he’d anticipated. You’d grown stronger, too, while also finding the time to draw the students around you and nurture them with such ease that their attachment to you felt inevitable. So much so that they lined up to train with you each day, even though it was obvious that half of them were there just for the chance to spend time by your side.

He found himself admiring that big heart of yours… and, despite himself, envying those who could get close to you so easily.

He’d watched the way your elegant body cut through the air earlier and found his thoughts drifting. But today, it wasn’t just that. It was the sway of your uniform skirt, the way it brushed against your graceful legs, that caught and held his attention.

How deeply inconvenient.

The fabric had clung to your thighs as you dodged and countered the blows laughing, leaving him all burning and aching inside.

At the sight of all that, he’d felt his almost healed wound throb, but it was nothing compared to the possessive fire building in his chest. The one that came from watching your ponytail sway with each step, from your piercing green eyes that lit up with the thrill of the fight.

And once you’d gotten even closer, cheeks flushed and heavy breathing, he couldn't control that fire anymore…he had to see you, right away.

As you walked ahead of him, down the hallway, he found himself putting an extra effort just to steady his breathing and keep his hands to himself. He couldn’t touch you just yet. So instead, he focused on the curve of your back and on your hair bouncing with each step, only to find that this method didn’t help either, it only made things worse, leaving his body twitching.

Once inside his office, he slid the door shut quicker than ever and turned the lock on it, guiding you toward his desk, hand brushing the small of your back, lingering just enough to feel you…

Your scent found him easily. Myrtus, soft and green, threaded with the warmth of coffee and the freshness of mint..It was grounding and dangerously familiar, it had quickly become something he favored.

He looked at you and found you as beautiful and cunning as ever, while he traced a small line down your leg, fingers brushing the soft skin beneath your skirt. 

“You have no sense of self-preservation," he whispered in your ear. “Wearing a skirt like that…” 

You shivered under his touch and he pulled you closer to dip in for a kiss, lips crashing against yours with all the build up fire he couldn't contain any longer. He felt you kissing him deeply, your breath sweet and inviting while your chuckle vibrated against his mouth. 

"You put in the custom order, remember?" Your words were laced with that fiery playfulness that tumbled all his walls. He squeezed your thighs, feeling the firm muscle beneath, spreading your legs wider to take in the view, while he settled between them. 

And the sight of you, wet and ready, his pulse went wild as he dropped to his knees, tongue ready to delve into your folds. 

He noticed the blue underwear you wore that day and paused for a second to enjoy the full view. He decided he liked what he was seeing, so he left it on as he lowered his head to kiss you through the cruel fabric, tasting the wetness and your flavor already gathering there. 

You let out a low moan at the contact and that was all he'd needed. He flicked the underwear aside, delving in deeper, savoring the intoxicating taste of your building arousal and how perfectly you yielded to him as your essence coated his tongue.

He felt your fingers thread through his hair, gripping tightly as you tried to muffle your escalating moans. You trembled under his touch, arching with each flick and that simple motion blurred the lines of his self-control.

Straightening quickly, he unfastened his pants, already aching for your warmth around him. 

He met your eyes and slid into you with a deep, hungry thrust, groaning at how well you took him and how perfectly he fit into you. 

He wrapped one hand around your ponytail while the other dipped in your hip. He kissed you hungrily, his own groans escaping with each thrust. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting the spot that he favoured the most, leaving a fresh trail of marks where the old ones had begun to fade, silently pouring out all the words he could never say out loud. 

Mine… he thought as he thrust deeper.

Far too beautiful… he thought as he bit down your neck.

Dangerously perfect, he repeated through his licks, until your body shuddered around him and that exquisite sound of your release pushed him over the edge as well. 

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“What happened earlier that got you so worked up?” you asked.

You sat curled up on the couch in his office, tucked into his lap as he breathed heavily against your neck, unwilling to let go of you just yet.

“I thought I made it obvious.”

Nanami's hand brushed down your leg, tracing slow circles under your skirt.

“Forget the skirt,” you chuckled."Megumi said something to you, didn’t he?”

“You’re perceptive. That much hasn’t changed.” 

He met your eyes then. “He didn’t tell me anything I hadn’t already noticed. And I think you’ve noticed it too. Perhaps not consciously, but you felt it.”

You stilled for a moment. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“There were moments today,” he said evenly, “and before that perhaps, when your focus slipped, briefly.” 

His thumb pressed just a little firmer against your thigh. “You felt it, didn’t you? That loss of footing.”

“I… I thought I’d imagined it…”

“No," he said softly. "That was real.”

“It’s not a sensation I’m accustomed to. But I noticed your technique falter, your movements losing clarity. Before Fushiguro landed his final blow, he understood what he was seeing.”

You straightened.

“You’re right, this isn’t the first time I’ve felt it. I experienced it that day at your apartment, when…”

The words caught in your throat. You looked down, but his thumb pressed gently along your jaw, guiding your face back up.

“I’m aware,” his voice was low. “I felt it, too.” 

“This instability doesn’t mean you were distracted.” His hand slid back to rest on your thigh.“It happens when something is trying to take shape… before you learn to control it.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “A domain isn’t always a construction at first,” he said. “Sometimes, it manifests in fragments, sensations, a shift in perception. Or so I’ve heard…”

“What you experienced wasn’t disorientation. It was the beginning of your domain asserting itself.”

Your mind scrambled. You didn’t even know what it meant. You’d never imagined it was possible, that you’d be able to reach this stage at all…

But now, looking at Nanami, realising how much things have changed, it strangely made sense. 

It had been gradual and came in small fragments, like tiny pieces slowly falling into place. And there was something incredibly intimate about the realisation, too, that the visions had manifested for the first time while you’d been together. Almost as if Kento Nanami alone had unlocked some hidden part of you, something you’d never even known was there.

“Don’t let this go to your head, okay…?”, you said at last, catching him looking surprised. “The fact that my domain manifested when you were buried deep inside of me…” 

He tipped his head back and the sound that left his throat was delightful. One you never thought you’d hear from him as he laughed.

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You spoke for a long while after that. He kissed you and held you like you were something truly dear to him and you found yourself thinking that you didn’t want this to end. You didn’t want to lose this version of him, or this version of yourself that only seemed to exist when he was near. 

When that truth settled, your chest began to ache, until a pressing heaviness made it hard to draw in a proper breath. You made some excuses after that. You told him you needed air. A walk, a moment to yourself...anything, really. Anything but the truth.

But even outside, with the cool air against your skin, the weight in your chest didn’t loosen. It only seemed to settle deeper, spreading under your ribs until it felt like your heart had turned too large for your body to contain.

Twenty two days. That was all you had left.

Twenty two more days with this man, in this place, with these people you called friends.

Twenty two days before you would go back and see your plan through. Do what had to be done and become the person you had promised yourself you would be when all of this was over.

Because some things didn’t allow you the luxury of staying, no matter how badly you wanted to.

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That night, you found yourself standing outside Nobara’s dorm room with your pillow and blanket gathered tightly in your arms. You stood there, hoping that maybe with her by your side you could stop yourself from falling apart completely.

When she opened the door, she took one look at you, pulling you inside without asking a single question. Her arms wrapped around you and that alone made you ache even more. It was like she understood, like she didn’t need an explanation. Whatever was written all over your face was enough for her.

She guided you to her bed, tucking you in beside her, holding you close while you cried.

You cried until your chest hurt, until your breathing turned uneven, until every feeling you'd been trying to keep hidden, came apart in her arms.

Nobara didn’t say a word, she was simply there, letting you grieve the thing that hadn’t even ended yet.

When the doors slid shut, his hand rose to cup your face and his thumb traced your lips before he leaned in for a deep kiss. He trailed down your jaw, then down your neck in a slow motion, pulling you flush against his frame. And you were ready to tear his clothes off then and there if it wasn’t for the forty-seventh floor being announced so quickly. 

He straightened as the doors slid open, then led you down the long hallway. 

You found yourself standing in front of a white door with ‘475’ engraved on it. Nanami unlocked the door quickly and before you could glimpse at the orderly interior, the minimalist furniture and the soft light across the walls, he was on you again, lifting you up against the doorframe in the hallway, crashing his lips into yours.

You chuckled breathlessly through the kiss and murmured against his mouth., "Did you just take me home like this?" 

"I should have done this a long time ago," he said in a rough voice, fingers dipping into your tights, lips tracing the curve of your neck. You moaned from the way he felt against your skin and relished the way he claimed it, grazing and sucking at the spot just below your ear.

"Kento…" You allowed yourself to call him by his name, knowing well enough what it did to him. You could feel his hard length grinding against you already. "I need more of you," you said in a rush, returning the gesture, rolling your hips against him.

He let out a low sound in response. You felt it vibrate against your neck as his hands moved and tugged the edges of your jacket, sliding it off your shoulders already, followed by your bra. He wasted no time, you thought, he was efficient even in this as his large hands came to cup the flesh of your peaked breasts with a possessive squeeze.

“Is this how you want me to touch you?” He asked, teasing the sensitive skin of your nipple with his thumb. 

God. He was driving you insane. Did he really have to ask?

You managed a small nod, biting your lip. Then you swallowed another rising moan as he enveloped your nipple with his mouth and sucked your skin with visible hunger. He did it wish such skill that it made you arch against the door frame, dipping your nails into his shirt, feeling the building pressure in your belly.

There was a sudden shift in him. His hands wrapped around your back, and still whimpering, you watched him carry you across the room to what you vaguely registered as a kitchen island, where he sat you down with your legs dangling over the edge.

“Do you know how much trouble you caused me walking around the school like this?” He said that while his hands worked the pants down your hips, fingers setting fire along your thighs, sliding the fabric away to reveal your black underwear clinging to your already soaked folds. 

Your head spun from the intensity of his words. Despite it, you propped yourself on your elbows to watch him kiss a path down your thighs while his tongue traced lazy, wet lines that made you feel like you were floating. 

He paused and loosened his tie a fraction. Your heard skipped a few beats. Then he pulled your underwear down with two effortless fingers, exposing your aching core, leaving your bare skin on his kitchen surface.

“This....", he said in a low voice, spreading your legs slightly and settling between them, "is something I’ve been wanting to confirm for myself for a while now.”

Your mind scrambled at what was implied and he must have seen it in your eyes, because he paused, then asked,“You’re certain that this is what you want?”

“Yes….”, you said faster than you'd intended. But he was no longer looking into your eyes, he was looking down at your bare, glistening skin, while he licked his thumb and ran it past your folds and you whimpered at the contact. 

Lord. His thumb teased your skin so deliciously, that you knew words weren’t even necessary. He could definitely see and feel how wet you were for him already. Not to mention that he looked like he knew exactly what he was doing as you watched him kneel between your open tights with that poised, assessing, Nanami presence of his.

Fuck.

It hit you then, all at once, that you were naked in Nanami’s kitchen. About to get eaten by him, like you were a literal meal. So when his hot breath and lips met your clit, you had no time to think how reckless this whole thing was. You only cursed loudly from the pleasure. From the idea of him doing this and it turning out to be so… damn… perfect. His tongue started off slowly, moving in teasing strokes at first, then he plunged deeper into you, fucking you so beautifully that your hips bucked against his mouth. He groaned at the motion and gripped your hips tighter to hold you in place on the cool marble. Your fingers tangled in his hair then, pulling him closer…if such a thing was even possible. And the sensation, the pressure of his tongue on your core was so addictive, that you couldn't help but grind against his mouth a little, moaning moudly.

You were so close to coming apart when he curled his tongue and plunged it inside you, that you almost felt ashamed of how easy it seemed for him to undo you like this.

“Fuck,” you gasped as you watched him slide a finger past your entrance, curling it slightly to stroke that sensitive spot deep within.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmured against your clit. And the naughty edge in his tone and the sight of him kneeling before you sent a wave of heat through you, escalating your moan into a desperate cry. He pumped another finger then, in tandem with his tongue’s flicks and that one proved to be the end of you. The friction and the heat, pushed you over the edge until you shattered on his tongue completely. The blissful sensation blurred the world around you, filling your sight with beautiful visions of clear, endless waters and blue flames. You thought you were hallucinating, because while other people claimed to see stars, all you saw was waters and flames as you panted in absolute defeat. 

Nanami pulled back slowly as you let go of his hair and when he looked up at you, his eyes were nearly black.

"You handled that well," he said, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb.

And his voice was so authoritative that you couldn’t help yourself.

"I need you to fuck me."

Nanami's face changed immediately and he searched your eyes, rising up to his feet. “I’ll need you to be more specific." He caught your chin between his fingers. “How badly do you need me to fuck you exactly?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea by now," you said with a new wave of confidence, with a new wave of building heat between your legs. “But if you need specifics...I want your cock buried inside me. I want every inch of you so deep that I scream your name.”

He groaned, tilting his head back, fingers running through his hair. Then he straightened and without saying another word, scooped you up in his arms and carried you across the room. He walked through a door into a room that looked like his bedroom and you took a quick glance, registering the massive bed and the wide window that framed a breathtaking view of the city below. But in that instant, in his arms, everything seemed to pale in comparison.

He set you down on the edge of his bed, then removed his clothes with intentional slowness. You watched carefully, unable to tear your eyes from the way his fingers slid his shirt off, followed by his pants and boxers, letting his thick and inviting length spring free, hard and veined, already glistening with precum. 

You pulled him closer at once, capturing his bandaged chest, his beautifully layered abs and you found him more captivating than ever, so breathtakingly beautiful that you didn’t know which part of him to commit to memory first. 

"I need all of you inside of me…", you whispered in his ear as he towered over you.

"So impatient," he groaned. "I expected more restraint from you." 

You rolled your eyes. If only he knew how ‘restrained’ you’d been in your head when it came to him. But your reaction seemed to have more of an effect on him than you’d expected, because he positioned himself on his knees, between your thighs at once, looking serious and proprietorial all of a sudden. Then he opened your tights wider and gripped your waist with both hands pulling you closer, pausing right at your entrance. “You’ll take all of me, but you’ll take me in slowly. Understand?”.

You nodded obediently and as he slid in the tip of his cock inside you. Making you arch against his sheets from the way he fit into you.

“I can’t have you walking all sore around the school...” he groaned, sliding in another inch with agonizing slowness. You tried to keep your breathing even, but the size of him pulled a gasp from you, making you clench around him as he stretched you further.

His eyes were locked on yours as he thrust deeper and deeped setting up a steady pace. Then his hands moved from your waist to your wrists to postition them over your head.

“Ken-to…”, you cried onto his lips just as he leaned in for a kiss.

“More...” you begged, and he followed your command, making his way in and out in beautiful strokes.

His thrusts grew more deliberate and focused. His breathing quickened and you felt him so deep, it was hard to take a breath. Bliss. This must be the bliss people often talked about. You'd felt it partially before but it was never this good. Never this powerful. You clenched around him, and the way his body moved against yours, the way his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you, made those pictures of blue flames blur your vision again. And you knew you’d reached a state of ecstasy you’d never experienced before as you saw those visions again...

 Blue flames, crystal waters colliding together, with him at the center of all. 

Nanami let go of your wrists and slowed his pace. “Get on your hands and knees”, he commanded, pulling out of you slowly.

You followed the orders without any question as he positioned himself behind you, spreading your knees wider. You felt his chest press against your back as he slid in from behind, while his fingers wrapped around your neck.

He straightened slowly, pulling your back flush against his chest, locking you in his arms, while his lips and teeth descended on the skin of your neck and shoulder. He nipped at the skin there, leaving a trail of divine, delicious marks, while his other hand snaked around to your front and his fingers delved into your folds, adding new pressure in addition to his thrusts.

"Ken-to...Don't stop," you cried out, hips bucking into him with every following thrust. Your thoughts were a mess. This feeling, being held by him like this, with his hot breath on your neck. You never wanted him to stop, even if the band in you belly was threatening to snap from all the stimulation.

"I can't be too rough on you," he groaned against your ear, fingers wrapping tighter around your throat. “But I can’t promise to follow through," he said, thrusting deeper, his own voice coming out in uneven pants,"if you keep moaning my name like that.” 

Hearing him so raw made you clench hard around his cock and your second orgasm ripped through you in a powerful spasm, turning your cries into breathless sobs. Only then, as if by your command, Nanami’s grip tightened and with a deep groan, he buried himself inside you one last time, letting his own release flood hot.

He held you still, locked in his arms, on your knees with your back pressed against his chest while his uneven breath caressing the nape of your neck. 

When he withdrew, he did it slowly, lowering you gently onto the bed, where you lay tangled in his sheets for a long while.

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Nanami’s fingers moved through your hair in gentle strokes, and you didn't want to make a sound, afraid to disrupt this peaceful moment.

You didn’t know what to call this feeling, only that it was beautiful and exactly what you’d wanted for a while, no matter how complicated it was. When you finally looked up at his face, his eyes were lazy and you found it rare, seeing him without his usual restraint… catching him like this.

You smiled at him.

Then…something you never thought you’d see with your own eyes, happened. 

He smiled back at you. Nanami actually smiled and it looked so easy on him, with the small curve at the corners of his mouth lifting, softening all of his features. 

Beautiful, you thought, with a certainty that settled in deep in chest. 

“You’re smiling," he murmured, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip. “That usually means I’ve lost the argument.” 

Was that so? You stored that bit of information for later. “Maybe you just like losing to me."

He held your gaze, then added softly, “Perhaps.”

Your chest pulled tight at this exchange and you buried your face in his. It was easier this way, pretending that his voice didn't settle somewhere dangerous in you. You stayed there longer than you should have before forcing yourself to speak again.

“Shouldn’t we be heading back soon?”

“Stay,” he murmured quietly into your hair as your chest threatened to explode. He said it so easily, like it wasn't complicated at all. Like you weren't leaving in less than a month, making this it so much harder to walk away from.

“You should rest,” he added, just as gently. “You’ve been running yourself thin.”

You lifted your head then and looked at him, amused. It was almost absurd, the way he worried over you, when his own well-being was still questionable. As if he wasn’t the one lying beside you, bandaged and still techincally recovering.

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You opened your eyes to find Nanami no longer in bed beside you and for a moment you allowed yourself to lay there with your hair sinking into his pillows, taking in the careful minimalism of his bedroom. You scanned the window that spilled the afternoon light across the room, the elegant lines of his bed, the soft sheets beneath you that still carried his scent of sandalwood. Then your eyes drifted over the bedside tables and the lamps that were arranged on top of them, before settling on the dim light spilling from his closet, where you’d assumed the en suite bathroom lay beyond.

You sat up realising you didn’t have anything to wear. Yeah, he’d scattered all your clothes in the other room, so you groaned, sinking back into the pillows. When you finally forced yourself to climb out of bed with the sheet wrapped around you, the door clicked open.

Nanami walked in. Shirtless, eyes settling on you. And you couldn't help but stare at him, not quite believing that this moment between you was real. 

“Are you hungry?"

You nodded. You havent even had breakfast. “I could definitely eat."

You scanned his bare chest and relaxed shoulders for a moment, then added, trying to sound casual. “Do you happen to know where my clothes are?”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward.

“I do…”, he said as he stepped into his closet. He returned with one of his crisp, blue shirts, holding it out to you.

“You can wear this for now," he said in his mentory voice.

You rolled your eyes at his tone.

“You sure about that?” You dropped the sheet to the floor as you said that, in an unashamed way.

He stepped closer. His hazel eyes ran up and down your body as he slipped the shirt off its hanger. Then, extending his arm, he brushed his gentle fingers along your collarbone, then up your neck, like he favored that particular spot.

“Positive,” he murmured, sweeping the loose strands of hair from your chest before settling the shirt around your shoulders.

You put on the shirt and stepped into the living area, watching Nanami move through it with elegance. He was making you food now, on the same kitchen surface you’d done things and you savored this little moment, with heat rising to your cheeks while he prepared a remarkably good-looking sandwich. He worked carefully and efficiently, layering the toasted ham, cheese, and greens like there was a specific order to this. When you took a bite of it after, you hummed, understanding what his precision was all about. 

“So," you grinned. "You cook just as well as you fight."

He smiled softly in return, clearly pleased by your reaction. He was placing the ingredients back into the fridge and rearranging the plates, when you finally had the chance to glance around the space. You found his apartment pristine, clean, and meticulously organised. Not a single thing was out of place.

Yeah, it clearly fitted his sense of order. Though it was in a business district, which didn't seem like the obvious choice for a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

“May I ask why you chose to live here of all places?”

He turned around, taking a seat next to you.

“I used to work nearby, so it was convenient. Then, once I changed fields and returned to teaching at Jujutsu High, I found it was still close to transport. Plus, it had less noise at night.”

You nodded. That actually made perfect sense, and it sounded so like him.

“Why did you go back to teaching at Jujutsu High?”

He took a second to respond this time and when he spoke, his shoulders tensed a little. “The efforts I put into my finance job didn’t matter. Not in any meaningful way.” He leaned back slightly in his chair, one arm resting against it as his eyes drifted somewhere past you. “So I chose the lesser evel. At the very least, jujutsu gives meaning to unpleasant things.”

He paused.

“But it wasn’t a noble decision, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“It can be both,” you said, amused by his clarification. “Practical things can be honorable too.”

He frowned and you cleared your throat, suddenly aware of the sunlight warming your bare legs beneath his shirt. “Do you regret going back to it?”

His mouth pressed into a thin line and you learned by now that with him, the smallest changes in his expressions meant way more than they looked.

“I don’t dislike it...If it leads to fewer unnecessary deaths.”

Yeah. That you could relate to but you didn't comment further. You just watched the way the light slid over his hands, the way he sat and carried himself around you. He was honest only in fragments, but you knew by now how to read what was beneath them. He cared more than he let himself show. More than he would ever willingly confess. So you didn’t press. You nodded, accepting the small pieces of truth he offered.

“Is there anything you’d rather be doing?”, he asked and you paused at the sudden change in him, caught slightly off guard by the question. 

“Hm…”, you looked at him before answering, fingers toying with the edge of the shirt. “No one’s ever really asked me that before.”

His attention stayed fixed on you. “But I have thought about it,” you admitted. “About whether I’d want a different kind of life.” 

“And honestly… Yes. I could picture it. Somewhere remote and beautiful, in a little house near the beach. With no curses or the constant sense that something terrible is about to happen.”

You let out a faint breath through your nose and looked away, almost amused by yourself. 

“But that feels a little too much like running. And I don’t run from things.” You met his eyes then. “So, no...I don’t think I’d rather be doing anything else.”

Nanami stayed quiet for a while, studying you with that assessing look of his.

“I see,” he said simply and you narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he added. “Just. The house by the beach doesn’t sound unreasonable.”

His eyes focused back on his plate and you smiled at the new, tiny slice of truth he’d offered just now. You finishing your food and talked about things you had never imagined sharing with him. He had asked about your parents and had listened carefully as you spoke, while he studied your movements, just as much as your words. You'd asked him about his family, too, realising you had quite a lot in common. He'd been an only child, too, even the dynamics of his family sounded a bit too relatable. It felt strangely easy to talk to him like this, so much so that you barely noticed the dark settling outside the windows.

You straightened, glancing around. “I don’t see…Where is my uniform, actually?”

He rose from his chair and walked toward a door, sliding it open.

“You washed our clothes?”, you chuckled in surprise, just when he opened the washing cupboard. He turned back and handed you the clothes you wore that day, which were now warm and clean and smelling fresh.

“We did spend time in a sewer system earlier,” he stated.

“Right,” you said, accepting your clothes. “I should probably take a shower too.” ────────────────────────

You did take a shower at his place and you tried to enjoy the warmth as it enveloped your body. But you caught yourself hesitating instead. You didn’t want to wash it away just yet. Not his scent, his touch and the kisses that still lingered on your skin…

You stepped out of the hot steam of water a few minutes later and wrapped yourself in one of the towels Nanami left for you, and when you turned to face the mirror, you saw your reflection and your neck…

It was marked with faint bites and pink bruises that scattered across your skin. You ran your fingers down the reminders of where he had lingered the most and your chest pulled, feeling like something bloomed inside it. Then you smiled at your reflection, without shame or discomfort, realising that you liked that the marks were there.

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You were fully dressed and ready to go. You glanced at the clock and the display read 7:20 PM. You'd spent the entire day together. 

“We really have to…” you swung the bedroom door open and the rest of the sentence died in your throat. Nanami was fully dressed. He’d gone back to his usual, restrained expression. His jaw was set and you thought he looked almost unsettled.

“What’s wrong?”

He stepped closer, eyes running up and down your frame.“Nothing.”

“Did something happen?”, you reached for his hand, searching his eyes. “Just tell me.”

He looked away.

Great. This again. 

You let go of his hand.

“If you’re worried about what will happen at school, I won’t say a word.” You said with your thoughts spiraling toward the worst possible conclusion. “If that’s what you’re worried about, and you’re planning to shut me out, save it. I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it...”

He turned to you immediately and his eyes were so sharp that you stopped breathing entirely.

“That is what you assumed?” His eyes held yours, unflinching. “That I want nothing to do with you? That my concern is how this appears to others?”

He exhaled once through his nose, as if holding back more than irritation.

“You have remarkably little understanding of the effect you have on people or on me.”

You had what? You blinked, caught off guard. “So you’re not worried,” you asked more carefully this time, “that I’m your so-called temporary student, and that you’re meant to mentor me while we do overtime together?”

He didn’t answer this time. He simply closed the distance, fingers curling into your damp hair, holding you in place and stealing the breath from your lungs. And you took that as an answer enough.

He continued. “The tool would not break on impact. The cursed energy stored within it would likely amplify at the moment of collision, resulting in a force greater than what you’re anticipating. Given how long that energy has been feeding into it, the blow may land with twice the impact.”

His eyes settled on Yuji properly. “And that energy, directed at you, would still need somewhere to go. There is a very real possibility that the result would be fatal.”

“Huh?” Yuji straightened. “Seriously?”

He let out a nervous laugh. “I’m glad you’re here, Nanami.” Yuji said rubbing the back of his head. “It would’ve been pretty awkward if she’d killed me while I was trying to help…”

“What?” You asked and turned to Nanami at once, “Is that really possible?”

You felt his assessing eyes on you and your cheeks heated slightly as he nodded and cleared his throat.

“Have you noticed your cursed tool getting heavier? Any change in the amount of power when you’re holding it?”

Your mind scrambled. “I haven’t…” 

But then you paused and blinked with the memory of your last mission. The one with the worm-like curse, at the hospital parking lot. 

“No, actually, I have.” You corrected yourself, remembering that you’d felt the exact same thing Nanami was describing.

“Are you implying there’s a limit of how much it can take..?”

“There is, indeed.” Nanami replied, adjusting his glasses. 

“You’ll have to make sure you don’t overpower it and blow yourself up in the process.”

He cleared his throat again. “Now that you command your technique so well. You’ll have to adapt to the additional cursed energy you generate. You’ll have to refocus it at some point or find another outlet.”

“Oh, so like blow off some steam,” Yuji added eagerly. “Right?” 

He glanced at your mentor, and you watched Nanami's expression change immediately. 

You let out a breathy laugh and your cheeks heated up again, while Yuji stared at the two of you, innocently, like he didn’t fully comprehend what he’d just implied.

Nanami in return, leveled him with one of his serious looks, then he turned around and walked away.

“What did I do now?” Yuji yelped in panic.

“I swear I didn’t mean anything bad!” Yuji called, hurrying after him.

You stood there, slightly frozen, thinking about the limits of your cursed tool and of how, apparently, no one had thought that you’d reach this state in your technique to have mentioned this important little detail before.

All the while there was that frustrating ache in your body again, the one that placed Nanami at the center of all. Because even with things like your cursed tool and your technique to worry about, he still managed to climb the priority list in your mind, despite the loud voice in your mind screaming in warning, that this whole thing was a very bad idea.

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On your way back to your room after training, you heard Nobara screaming loud enough to shake the entire hallway.

“WHERE IS MY SKIRT? TELL ME…NOW!”

You stopped and peeked into one of the classrooms, only to find your friend standing in the middle of the room looking one second away from murder, while Panda, for some insane reason, was wearing one of her uniform jackets, looking all cute and innocent with this new little piece of clothing on. 

You burst out laughing, unable to stop the sound coming out, but you regretted it once you saw Nobara’s head turning to face you. 

“Oh, you think this is funny?” She said, pointing at you accusingly. “You wouldn’t be laughing if those were your clothes. For all I know...", she pointed dramatically at the back of the classroom, "they got into your closet, too.” 

When you looked over, you nearly lost it…

Of course they had.

“What the hell?” You blurted and bursted out laughing even harder at the sigh of Inumaki wearing one of your spare uniform skirts.

You registered Megumi there as well, looking as bored and unamused as ever while he sat in one of the chairs by the door with his arms crossed.

“This isn’t funny!” Nobara snapped, still yelling. 

“Take this off.” She was now physically tugging at Panda, trying to wrestle her jacket back from him. While you were too busy staring at Toge and more specifically, at his bare legs, looking all ravishing in your black skirt. 

“Feeling pretty, are we?” You chuckled and mumbled in what you hoped was some proper Japanese, and Toge winked at you in response. 

“Fushiguro, couldn’t you talk some sense into them?” You heard Nobara go at it again, shooting the guy with a lethal glare. 

“My hands were tied…” you watched Megumi say and you could’ve sworn you caught the smallest tug at his lips. Perhaps he, too, was enjoying this a little.

Once Nobara managed to yank her jacket off Panda, she turned immediately and ficed Megumi with another wild look, while the guy stared back at her. 

But before you could assess your friends' dynamic further, you heard a croon behind you and you knew well enough... not to be surprised. 

“How do I look? Pretty cute, right?” Gojo strolled in wearing one of Nobara’s blue skirts. 

Oh this was going to be good. You laughed under your breath and looked at Nobara expecting a full on spectacle next. 

She did not disappoint.

At the sight of Gojo, your friend turned furious and lunged at him, driving a punch straight toward the area of the skirt as she yelled, “YOU IDIOT, TAKE IT OFF IMMEDIATELY.”

Gojo crashed into the nearby wall, still grinning, while everyone but Nobara erupted into more laughter. And you weren’t entirely sure what had caused all this chaos, but you found it incredibly amusing that Nobara had actually managed to land a hit on Gojo and that little detail made you laugh even more.

When you made it back to your room, several things became crystal clear. 

First, you never wanted to cross Nobara’s path, your friend was a force of nature, and you found yourself admiring her even more for that. Second, no matter how consuming and frustrating things became at the school, there was a strange sense of balance drifting through the place, revealing moments of warmth and sincerity, like they were meant to remind you of the simple things that brought you joy. And finally, you didn't expected this feeling, you weren't even sure when it started, as heat enveloped your whole body and you stood there, determined and certain of what you wanted from life.

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August 3, 2018

The next morning, Gojo showed up at the training grounds just as you were getting ready to launch yourself at Yuji again, while Nanami, per your recent agreement monitored the session. 

The now known clown, teacher and strongest sorcerer of the modern age, interrupted the session almost immediately, calling both, you and Nanami for a chat. 

At the simple request, you watched Nanami’s jaw tighten, before you followed suit after them.

By the time you stepped into Gojo’s office, the whole thing had taken on the bizarre feeling of you being summoned to the principal’s office for bad behavior and Gojo, of course, looked too pleased about the whole thing.

“So,” he said, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world.

Did he know?  You wondered, feeling your shoulders a little heavier, sensing the embarrassment creeping under your skin already.

“Grade One,” he said cheerfully, glancing at you first.

“Nanami… Still getting along?” Gojo added, shooting Nanami a look next.

“This question is unnecessary,” Nanami replied dryly. “Get to the point.”

“Wow. Tough crowd.” Gojo said, waving a hand lightly.

“Fine. Since neither of you wants to indulge me in a little small talk, I’ll give it to you straight.”

Here we go, you thought and closed your eyes for the impact. 

“You two are required elsewhere today.” He said simply and your eyes shot back open, staring at Gojo.

“We have new information about the whereabouts of the patchface curse you fought, so I want you to investigate and report. Do not engage. Just report what you find.”

“What if it attacks? We can’t just do nothing…” you huffed yet still felt relieved at the fact that this conversation was not at all related to the things you’d imagined.

Gojo turned to face you again. “I hope I made myself clear, Grade One.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes but nodded anyway and Nanami cleared his throat.

“Is there a reason this mission requires two sorcerers?” He asked.

You shot him a look next. 

Seriously?  Was he trying to shake you off? After everything, was he still trying to keep his distance? Or worse, still trying to protect you? 

You let out a disbelieving laugh and cut in.

“Don’t answer that.” You looked at Gojo, then turned to Nanami. “I’m coming.”

Gojo’s smile widened and he lifted his blindfold just enough to glance between the two of you. 

“Ooh,” he said lightly, dragging the sound out. “Complicated.”

But to your surprise, he didn’t comment on it further. He fixed his blindfold back into place with his grin returning to his face, then rose from his seat to hand a folder to Nanami.

“Do not engage…” He stressed again.

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“Are we going to talk about what happened at all?” You asked Nanami bluntly, despite the voice in your head telling you not to do this here and now.

He stopped walking and exhaled slowly.

“I wouldn’t say that’s high on my list of priorities right now,” he said sharply, looking ahead.

You stared at him and let out a quiet huff. Great. He wouldn't even look at you. That's promissing. 

“I see,” you replied dryly as you picked up your pace and moved ahead of him, along the narrow street that was leading you out of the horrific underground sewer system you’ve been inspecting for the past hour. 

You haven’t said much down there because you tried not to draw attention to both of you snooping around, but you suspected that it had been convenient for him, too. Because he hadn’t said anything since that day, hadn’t even looked at you properly for longer than necessary, which by now was driving you absolutely insane.

You understood of course, that there wasn’t much to talk about. Not really. But you were both adults and you could at least come to an agreement if not anything else. And now that you were here, with no one else around, no assistants driving you to the site, no Gojo or Yuji to act as a buffer, you felt like you could finally ask, but you were clearly wrong. 

You were midstep when you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist. 

Your breath caught slightly when he pulled you closer to him and pressed you firmly against the brick wall, wrist still locked in his grip.

“What I meant was…" He said, lowering his face to yours. "I’m not interested in talking right now.” 

"I have other things in mind.” He grunted in your ear while his hips ground subtly against your thigh.

You felt your whole body answer him at once and all you managed to say was, "Oh." Before your eyes met his and you arched into him, hands sliding up his chest and tangling in his hair to pull him down into a deep kiss.

His lips crashed against yours immediately and his tongue claimed your mouth in delicious and hungry strokes. You felt his hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise and you moaned from the building pressure.

The kiss was just as you’d remembered it, a whirlwind of heat that made your breath catch, drawing you in, making it too easy to lose yourself in his taste.

"Wait." You somehow managed to break away for a moment, your chest still heaving.

"We can't do this here," you whispered, looking around at the stirring traffic and the people walking down the main path.

Nanami let out a low breath.

"Very well then", he said, pulling you away from the wall.

“Come with me.”

He exhaled deeply and closed his eyes, still able to hear your soft moan, feel your tender fingers running down his back and lips tracing his neck.

He remembered feeling weak to his bones when you'd pinned him to the ground earlier during training. You'd done it so skillfully and resiliently that he hadn’t even registered the pain in his chest, the one you’d gone so fiery and worried about. He’d just lain there, trying to gather himself, somehow grateful that you were still there, that he still had a month of being around you, however devastatingly unbearable that presence might be.

He’d been grateful he could stand and watch you, only to be absolutely crushed by the look in your eyes in the medical wing, while you hissed at him, casually leaning against the wall, looking like a prize he never deserved.

And he'd been so helpless under your stare that he’d taken steps toward you without really thinking about it...

His soul must have truly been corrupted if he let his guard down so easily, allowing himself to touch your hair, the same hair he’d imagined wrapping around his wrist through many sleepless nights.

Then he’d felt and heard your loud heartbeat, and it had only added to the fire in his chest, fuelling his hunger further, like that sound was a melody meant only for his ears.

And when he’d felt your hand on his chest, when your fingertips burned into his skin and you’d asked him to touch you, he had given in to the fire completely, and all of his walls had come crumbling at your simple but cruel command.

And now with the images of him at your neck, on your lips, against your divine chest flickerering relentlessly behind his eyes, he had to physically restrain himself by digging his fingers into the edge of his desk, just to keep himself from crossing the hallway to your dorm room… from finishing what he had started.

But you weren’t convinced you could unleash your full power, so when you launched at him, you held back a little despite his instructions.

He caught that immediately and grunted in disapproval.

“You seem to have forgotten how to follow instructions,” he said, loosening his tie.

Oh, he did not just say that to you. Your blood ran hot at that little comment and, apparently, that was all it took…

You launched yourself into the air without a second thought and watched him meet your attack.

One moment you were in the air, the next, you were both on the ground and he was pinned beneath you, with his wide eyes fixed on yours.

“…I see,” he said quietly.

His voice was steady when he spoke but you noticed his hand pausing mid-motion. It almost looked like he meant to touch your knee, where it rested on his chest but he reconsidered in the end.

“Again,” he grunted and you loosened your grip on him at the same time.

He lowered his hand to the ground and tried to straighten, and that's when you saw him flinch.

“Are you serious?” You said sharply, dropping your eyes to his chest, registering the blood beginning to stain his shirt.

But he didn't move, his face remained unreadable as ever.

You pulled your knee back slowly from where you had pinned him, feeling all kinds of stupid for taking the bait in the first place. He’d clearly meant to trigger you with those words. You knew that and yet you still fell for it, attacking him the way he’d asked you to…

“I asked you to tell me..." Your voice rose louder, but you didn’t care anymore. Your hands moved over his chest. "Why would you let me do this to you?” You pushed his jacket open, checking his chest.

His expression didn’t change. It remained blank, unnervingly so, but you noticed that he followed every one of your movements, and he didn’t protest when you unbuttoned the upper part of his shirt to assess the damage further.

“Shit,” you mumbled when you saw that there was still a bandage wrapped around his chest. It was smaller than the one he wore before, but it was soaked through with blood all the same.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, forcing your voice steady.

“I’m fine,” he replied.

Yeah. So clearly, he wasn’t fine.

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The healer Ieiri had been called out that day, so you were told to wait for her return with no further information.

You stood in one of the medical wing’s treatment rooms, back pressed against the wall, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, looking at Nanami.

You took a deep breath, catching the smell of antiseptic in the room and intentionally looked around the large space to distract yourself from the many unprofessional things you could say to him right about now. 

You focused on the examination table he leaned against, then swept your eyes over the uneventful bed on the other side of the room, scanning the metal tray of supplies on top of it. 

When you looked back at Nanami, he was leaning against the edge of the table, and even in a moment like this, you found his frame and broad shoulders unbelievably impressive. Especially with his blue shirt fully open, exposing the bandage wrapped around him.

Your chest pulled again and it took everything in you not to start shouting at him for the idiotic and obviously reckless decision to return to training before he was ready. So you opted in for the next most appropriate thing instead.

“You’re barely healed,” you hissed at him. “What were you thinking?”

Your words cut through the room, but his expression hardly changed. He only pushed himself upright, his hair slightly dishevelled from earlier, and looked at you for a moment before taking a step closer.

“I had to return before you left.”

His voice was so low and focused that it made your thoughts blur into one.

“…Before I left?” You asked. “That’s what this is about?”

You tried to hold your ground, but your heart started hammering wildly in your chest.

You were clearly furious with him, and even so, there was something about him that hypnotised you just as much.

You stared at him, trying to make sense of it. But he didn’t offer any further response. Instead his gaze dipped, tracing the line of your form before lifting to meet yours again.

Under the weight of his attention, with those words spoken out loud, you didn’t dare move.

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

You blinked, trying to piece it together and watched him take another step closer.

Following his movements, you realised that somewhere between his steps, your anger had begun to fade away and that fire was now fully moving to your cheeks, staining them red. 

He was so close now, solid, and present, and captivating that your breath caught just as he came to stand in front of you. His height and appearance were so absorbing, that it made the space between you feel like it might snap. And the way he looked at you made you very grateful that you had the wall behind to support you.

You weren’t sure when you made the decision, but you felt your hand move, like it was guided by something beyond your control.

You looked at his chest and brushed your fingers over the edge of the bandage there, pausing for a moment before slipping lower to graze the warm and bare skin of his chest.

The contact was electric and the reality of what you were doing hit you all at once.

You were crossing too many lines, so many that it barely felt real.

He shifted slightly under your touch and braced one hand against the wall beside your head. Then you saw his other hand move, hovering over your chest as it found the end of your braid, and his fingers traced its length lightly, the back of his hand grazing your chest as it moved.

When he looked at you again, his pupils were blown wide and beneath your palm, still pressed to his bandaged chest, you felt the unsteady thrum of his heartbeat. And in that incredibly intimate moment, you knew he could feel yours too…pounding hard against your ribs, very loudly and betraying.

A raw expression crossed his face just as you looked back up at him, and he exhaled slowly, releasing your braid at once. The strands slipped free, and his other hand came up to brace against the wall.

He grunted and his head dipped slightly as if in defeat.

The sound he made ignited something in you and you couldn’t think straight anymore, so you slid your hand up from his chest, gently lifting his chin with your fingers, guiding his eyes back to yours.

His eyes were closed and his warm breath brushed against your skin, as you whispered,“Kento, look at me…”

He opened his eyes then and the depth of them left you breathless.

It was unbelievable how weak he made you feel.

“You’re making it impossible to stay professional,” he murmured through gritted teeth and you felt your body arch slightly at the sound of his words.

You noticed the change in his breathing then. But he still didn’t move, like he was fighting it, whatever this thing was between you...

“Touch me…”, you breathed out in a commanding whisper.

You couldn't quite believe you said it out loud but you meant it all the same.

You felt the change in him immediately. His large hand came down and wrapped around your neck, brushing over the sensitive skin there with possessive strokes, while he pressed his impressive body against yours and leaned in against your mouth to claim your lips at last.

His kiss wasn't gentle, it felt like a storm, fierce and all consuming as his tongue delved deep to taste you, leaving you breathless. His commanding weight pinned you with a heat that seared through your uniform, and you moaned into the kiss, meeting his tongue with the same untamed motion.

The roughness of his stubble scraped against your skin, and you thought it was a delicious contrast to the soft, insistent press of his mouth.

Your fingers moved quickly and threaded through his hair to pull him closer and your breathing quickened when you felt him grinding against your thigh, where his hardness was evident even through the fabric of his suit. 

You arched into him, back bowing off the wall, seeking more of that delicious pressure as your breasts crushed against his chest, aching for his touch. 

The scent of him, so raw and masculine, mixed with the faint salt of his skin and a hint of sandalwood, enveloped you fully. It ignited a fire low in your belly, one that made you clench with need just as you felt every inch of your body coming alive under his touch.

His lips broke from yours with a wet pull, then he trailed down the curve of your jaw to your neck, hungrily nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin, drawing a gasp of pleasure from you. 

The sensation was intoxicating, his teeth grazed the skin of your neck just enough to sting, then he soothed it with the flat of his tongue, like he was leaving his mark on you. And you tilted your head back, exposing more of yourself to him, while your own hands roamed under his shirt, seeking his muscles as they flexed under your fingertips.

The ache between your legs grew unbearable, you were throbbing with each kiss he pressed down your neck.

You let out a low moan from the building pleasure and, as if in response, Nanami gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly against the wall. 

You wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles behind him, feeling the hard bulge of his length press firmly against your aching core, the heat of it already burning through you.

Your fingers fumbled at his shirt then, sliding it off his shoulders and revealing the taut planes of his skin. While he didn’t even flinch, his eyes only burned into yours with a thrilling intensity. And for a second you thought this must be what Nanami Kento looked like when he was beyond caring. So you took him in, enjoying the sight and the way he panted against your lips.

"If you keep looking at me like that," his voice came as a gravelly whisper, "I won’t hold back.”

"Why would you do such a thing?" You said breathlessly.

He groaned and his mouth crashed down on yours again, while his hands roamed your sides, gripping your waist tighter.

You broke the kiss gasping for air and trailed your lips down his neck, feeling his own pulse race under your tongue. At the same time, you slid one hand down his chest, then lower, tracing the rigid line of his erection through his pants.

When you felt the thick and generous length twitching under your touch, he groaned in your ear and that only fueled the fire in you further.

Then, without so much as thinking, you shrugged off your own jacket and let it fall to the floor, exposing the lace bra that cupped your breasts.

His eyes went darker and you felt his fingers gripping your hips tighter.

"You’re testing my patience.” He muttered and with an easy motion, he hooked his fingers under the straps of your bra, tugging them down, exposing your breasts to the cool air in the room. 

Your nipples ached under his attention, and before you could draw another breath, his mouth descended upon you, and he feasted on your flesh, letting his tongue swirl around one nipple in torturous circles before sucking it deep into his mouth.

The sensation pulled a new gasp from your lips, feeding the fire in your core. It made you clench with even more need and you arched into him, letting your fingers thread through his hair.

He switched to your other breast with the same attention, his breath coming in hot bursts against your skin… when you froze suddenly, as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from down the hallway.

Nanami paused and you mouthed the word fuck while your mind went as blank as a slate.

He, on the other hand, only let out a groan, lifting his head. Then he set you down slowly, like it was nothing more than an inconvenience, and with a small flick of his wrist, locked the door, giving you just enough time to steady yourself and gather your things.

Someone tried the handle while you were still buttoning your jacket but he didn’t seem to care. He only bent down to retrieve his shirt from the floor, slipping it back on, as though nothing had happened at all.

When he looked at you again, his expression had settled back into the unreadable one you knew so well.

You watched him lean against the examination table, taking a moment to himself. Then he turned his head slightly and, without looking at you directly, said, “You can let her in.”

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You walked down the long hallway of Jujutsu High, with your cheeks still flushed and lips still sore from the eye-opening encounter with Nanami. 

Your fingers drifted to your neck, tracing the path where you could still feel the press of his insistent lips, while you tried to make sense of what happened. The way he held you, the way he kissed you, so fierce and unrelenting, the way he touched you, in ways your body had ached for…

How were you supposed to face him again, now that you knew what he tasted like? Now that you knew what his lips could do, what those burning, dark eyes held when he looked at you?

How could you stand in the same room as him and pretend you didn’t crave his fingers around your neck again, or his body pressed against yours, feeling his strength and his desire forming and rubbing deliciously at the places you needed him the most? When you could barely even look his way earlier, when the healer has stepped into the room. When her eyes swept over the both of you, like she had sensed the suffocating tension between you.

To your surprise, at least, Ieiri hadn’t seemed to care to comment on the locked door, nor had she seemed the least bit surprised to see Nanami back so soon. She'd only narrowed her eyes on him and said, “Back so early,” while inspecting his bandages with bored indifference.

You'd watched them exchange several silent glances, likely carrying on a conversation that way, when you caught yourself wincing at the way her fingers brushed his skin.

You’d spoken up then, asking Ieri, whether he should have been training at all. To which the healer said, “I’d recommend taking it slow, but knowing him, he’d probably ignore all of that and do it anyway. So I guess the short answer is yes.”

“Hey!” A familiar voice trailed behind you, pulling you back to the present in the hallway. 

When you turned around, you found Yuji peeking out from his dorm room, hair slightly disheveled with a wide grin already tugging at his face.

“So, what happened?” he asked. “Am I needed or what?”

“Pardon?” You asked, not entirely sure what he meant.

“The training session,” he chuckled. “You were supposed to tell me if I’m substituting for Nanami, remember?” 

He rubbed the back of his head. “I went looking for you at the training grounds earlier, but you weren’t there…so I went back to bed.”

“Oh…” you managed, finally grasping what he’d meant. 

“Right, no, thank you. We’re done for the day.” You cleared your throat. “Nanami had to go see Ieiri again.” 

“But if you’re free tomorrow," you added. "I’ll take you up on the offer. Nanami will be watching for now…” 

“HAH.” He laughed loudly. “You sure about that? I don’t want to get detention, or get sent off to exorcise some nasty creatures, just for saying something that doesn’t sit right with him again.”

You huffed out a laugh. That was quite possible. Nanami had snapped at Yuji more than once before, so it wasn’t exactly an unfounded concern. 

“Oh, I’m sure… ” You smiled at your friend, despite his concern.

He rubbed the back of his head like he was actually considering it.

“Oh, what the hell…” He stepped fully out of his dorm and flashed you a grin. “It’s always more fun when he gets all rattled and grumpy anyway...”