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Ninjas Work in Shadows 2.0 Redux

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Nanami Kento was a very ‘proper’ man. His clothes were always neatly pressed. His trousers creased at exactly the right spots. His hair was always neatly parted and there would never be a strand out of place. Ever.

So it made perfect sense that he started to date you. The neat, sweet baby – prim and proper princess of the Jujutsu world. If you had been a color you would have been baby pink. You had a soft voice, as soft as the blossoms from the cherry tree that would float around you when you went to see them with Kento in the springtime. Your face was round and squishy with big dark eyes and pink lips that made you give off an air of innocence. You were, his perfect demure goddess.

Which is why, when on Monday morning after a long weekend holiday, when Nanami flinched in response to Gojo's flippant slap-on-the-back greeting, or when he barked a short ‘fuck!’ when Yuuji suddenly bear hugged him, no one suspected the reason to be you.

Nobody suspected that the night before, Nanami had you in a mating press, cock buried so deep in your small cunt the world swam in front of your eyes. Nobody suspected how your head fell back in pleasure as you lost the ability to think for yourself. Nobody suspected that the reason you had broken your pink acrylic nails was also the reason for Nanami’s irritability that day when Gojo had kept trying to catch his attention.

Nobody suspected that there were long red scratches all the way down his back when you had dug your nails into it – angry crimson welts that smarted each time they were touched.

Only Shoko knew. When you took a mortified Nanami to her for treatment, after he snapped at Megumi for bumping into him even though it was an accident.

† — Phoenix

[18/08/25] · seungmin + lee know, stray kids

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