#nanami fluff

જ⁀➴ Satoru Gojo .ᐟ

You and your boyfriend were lying on the ridiculously large and comfortable couch of his living room. You were sat up with your cheek in your hand, elbow propped on the armrest, while Satoru lay down. He was currently using your lap as his pillow— as he so often did. Your hand played with his hair, twirling the tips of it between your fingers. 

You had insisted on putting a romcom on, which he wasn’t too eager about, admittedly. But it wasn’t like he was complaining about it. He simply remained silent, too unbothered to hide his disinterest. 

And frankly? You hated it. You almost wish he’d whine your ear off about your bad taste in movies rather than just being indifferent. Because it made you feel as if he couldn’t care less whether you were here with him or not.

That’s when an idea popped into your head. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could think them over. 

“It’s getting late, I think I should go back now.” you nudge his head lightly in the same way you usually did when you needed to get up to grab some water or use the bathroom, signaling for him to get off your lap.

Refusing to lift off of you, he remains silent for a moment, before slowly turning his head to look up at you. “What?”

“I said it’s getting late.” you repeat, holding back from smiling as you were already starting to find this amusing. You point to the window. “I want to get back home before it’s completely dark out.”

“And why would you want to go back home…? I don’t understand.” he frowns.

You furrow your eyebrows as well, mimicking him for the sake of playing along. “Why would I stay?”

“Because I want you to? I thought you were spending the night like usual.” He sits up, the blanket previously draped over him pooling at his waist, and folds one knee up to rest his arm against it as he looks back at you.

Now that he’s finally off of you, you seize the opportunity and stand on your two feet. You glance around the room, as if looking to gather your things to leave. Man, you were really selling it. “No, not tonight.”

“Why?” He immediately stands up. Walking over to you, he blocks your path, all 6’3 feet of him towering over you. “... is it because I wasn’t paying attention to the movie?” his voice grows quieter. 

You scowl at him and fold your arms over your chest, even though you wanted to burst out laughing. You had a part to play after all. 

“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault I don’t like corny movies like that.” He shrugs, putting his hands on his hips. His gaze drops to the carpet beneath your feet. “Besides, it’s kinda hard to pay attention when you’re touching my hair like that…” his voice trails off.

“Well that’s a heartfelt apology if I’ve ever heard one.” you roll your eyes back. 

He groans and rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I mean it.” the tall blue-eyed man sighs. “Don’t go, please?” he finally lifts his gaze off the ground to look at you. Satoru gives you his signature pleading look, accompanied with a playful wink. “I promise I’ll be super-duper focused this time.” he leans down so both of your faces meet.

You let out a sigh and look away, completely ignoring the fact his lips were just a breath away from yours. You pretend to give it some thought for a couple of seconds. 

“Alright, fine.”

His lips meet yours in a quick peck, and his arms encircle you as he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder. 

“Satoru! Unhand me—”

“Can’t, sorry. Don’t want you running away from me.” he shakes his head, patting the back of your thighs gently.

“I already said I wasn’t going anywhere!” you squirm in his grasp. 

“Better safe than sorry though, yeah?” he chuckles, making his way back to the plush sofa in the center of his living room.

“You can be so annoying sometimes, you know that?”

“Mhm, I love you too baby.”

જ⁀➴ Kento Nanami .ᐟ

You played with your necklace as you let your eyes sweep over Kento’s familiar apartment. The kitchen where you had made meals together, the corner where you forced him to dance to jazz music with you, and the front door where you’d shared as many kisses as goodbyes. 

Your boyfriend had excused himself for a moment and left you alone at the kitchen counter where you were previously chatting and enjoying a drink after coming back from your nice dinner date. 

Knowing the routine the both of you shared by now, he was probably going to come back with a spare set of clothes for you to change into and sleep in. 

And you curse yourself for the mischievous idea that squeezed itself into your brain. Perhaps you were feeling playful because of that dizzying kiss you shared earlier. Or maybe it was just the drinks. Either way, you were set on teasing him. 

So, you quickly stand up from the stool and grab your bag. Kento comes back before you can make your way to the coat hanger at the entrance, however. 

You hear the pause in his footsteps and turn around to face him. 

And just like you’d assumed, he had a fresh change of clothes in one hand, and the makeup removing wipes you kept at his place in the other. His gaze stays stoic, although you’re sure it doesn’t reflect what’s going through his mind. 

“You’re leaving?” He speaks in his usual steady tone.

You clear your throat and avoid his piercing gaze. “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late.”

He puts the clothes and makeup wipes down on the counter. “... I assumed you’d be staying the night.”

“Oh, no. Not this time.” you readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“And why is that?” he lifts one of his eyebrows

“I don’t know… I’m tired.” you blurt out. You should’ve thought this through more thoroughly, clearly. 

A confused expression makes its way onto his face. “You’re tired, so you want to go out of your way to go back home instead of just spending the night here?”

You shrug and let your eyes trail away from him. 

He takes a couple steps forward until he reaches you. “Did I do something wrong? Is that why you want to leave so urgently?” he searches for your gaze.

But you’re determined to keep playing along, and don’t even spare him a glance. 

At your silence, he sighs. “… At least let me drive you home. It’s not safe for you to be out this late. Especially alone.” he suggests, but he’s already walking past you.

He grabs his car keys and slips them in his pocket before reaching for his coat. 

You quickly turn on your heels and reach him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “I’m not going anywhere Kento.”

He halts his movements and looks back at you over his shoulder. “... What?”

“I don’t actually want to leave.” you look up at him, your chin resting against his back. “Just wanted to see how you’d react.”

He lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

You let go of him so he can take his coat off. He hangs his keys back up and turns around. 

“Don’t do that again.” he runs a hand through his blonde hair, the motion making some strands fall against his forehead. “I thought I upset you, or made you uncomfortable in some way.”

“Sorry, you know I like to keep you on your toes.” you chuckle and reach a hand out to grab his. Despite his frustration, his hand finds yours almost instantly, as if it was second nature to him. His large and steady palm encircles your smaller hand, thumb tracing circles against the back of it. 

“There’s that, and those few glasses you had earlier which I definitely shouldn’t have indulged you in.” he grumbles and lets himself be pulled forward by you.

You giggle in response, unintentionally proving his point. “Not my fault you can’t say no to me.” your free hand finds his firm shoulder and you start swaying side to side while humming a soft tune the both of you liked. He lets out a huff and shakes his head before a small smile breaks out on his face. He follows your clumsy lead and moves in sync with you. Kento speaks up again, his voice softer now. “You’re right. It’s not your fault you’re so charming.”

જ⁀➴ Yuji Itadori .ᐟ

You scrolled on your phone mindlessly, letting out the occasional laugh at a funny video. You’d been doing so for the past hour and a half now, while Yuji flipped through his comic book, deeply enamored in the story. 

The both of you were lounging on his bed. Him sat up against the headboard, plush pillow supporting his back, while you were more slouched against him, head carefully caged in between his bicep and chest while he held up his book. 

That’s when you fell upon the video. The one where you saw a girl in a similar situation as the one you were in right now, pulling a prank on her boyfriend. The prank consisted of her pretending she was leaving, just to see her boyfriend’s reaction. Luckily for you, you were wearing your earphones, and Yuji was far too focused on his reading to sense the imminent mischief coming his way.

Unable to stop yourself, you turn your phone off and lift his elbow to free yourself from his grasp.

“‘Kay I’m gonna go now.” you scoot yourself off his bed and stretch your arms once you’re back on your feet. 

He closes his book and lets it fall on his stomach. “Huh?” 

You chuckle at his cluelessness. “I said I’m leaving, Yuji. I wanna go to sleep.” 

He sits up. “So sleep here.” the pink haired boy states simply, as if it was the obvious answer.

“... I wanna sleep in my room though.” you put a hand on your hip. 

“What’s wrong with my room?” he stands up and steps closer to you, completely invading your personal space. He had a tendency to do that.

“Nothing’s wrong with it, I just— why are you so offended?” you snort.

“I’m not offended… I just don’t understand why you don’t wanna sleep over. You always do.” he tilts his head, the gesture reminding you of a puppy.

Thank god for your resolve, because if you didn’t have any, you already would’ve caved in and kissed him stupid.

“Not always.” you roll your eyes.

“You slept over last night and the night before though…” he scratches at his head, confused.

“That’s besides the point!” you huff. “Okay you know what? I’m just gonna go.” 

He doesn’t even let you take more than two footsteps before his arms trap you in a tight embrace from behind. “You can’t just go without giving me a good reason to!”

“Yuji let go of me—” you move around, trying to slip free from his hold. Curse him and his superhuman strength. And although you try to sound angry, you can’t help the giggles erupting from deep within your stomach.

He ignores your demands. “Come on just tell me— did I do something wrong? Or do you just not like my room?” he laughs along with you, the sound booming in your ear. 

“It’s not that!” you continue giggling, as he was now relentlessly attacking your neck and cheek with sloppy kisses. “God, you’re so gross! Stop it—” You push a hand against his face.

He pouts and gives your hand a small lick. “Me? Gross?”

You yelp and wipe your hand against his thigh. “Yes, you!”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? I’m just trying to show my girlfriend I love her.”

Feeling him settle down, you do the same and try to catch your breath from all that laughing. 

His voice is quieter. “Seriously, why do you wanna go so bad?” he juts his bottom lip out. 

“I don’t… I just wanted to see if you’d care whether I left or not.”

“... You for real?” Once he sees you nod, he lets out a sigh, feeling reassured. 

At the sight of the overwhelming relief washing over him, you chuckle. “You’re acting like you avoided a catastrophe.”

“I really did.”

“Me not sleeping in the same room as you is a catastrophe?” you deadpan.

“Of course it is.” He gives you a small glare, as if it were a stupid question. “Wait— you don’t feel the same?”

You hold back from smiling too hard. He just kept giving you opportunities to tease him on a silver platter. “I mean… I’d live.” you shrug.

“Sometimes I think you might secretly hate me…” he sighs woefully. 

You grab his hand abruptly and drag him back to bed. “Would you quit being dramatic? I never said I hated you.” letting yourself fall against the mattress, you tug him along so he falls on top of you. He catches himself at the last second to hover above you, supporting himself with his forearms. 

“But you act like it—”

You cut his sentence short by pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. It bobs against you as he swallows hard, his face and neck flushing red.

He lets out a shaky breath. “... You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

જ⁀➴ Megumi Fushiguro .ᐟ

The sound of rain hitting the window could be heard through Megumi’s room. It was late in the evening, and the two of you were resting in his bed. 

His front was pressed against your back, and his chin rested against the top of your head. He had an arm draped over you. You weren’t doing anything in particular, simply lying down entangled with one another. Enjoying the other’s warmth. But you could tell he hadn’t dozed off yet.

Although he was probably about to. Today’s mission had been more rough than usual. And you could tell he was going to wake up sore all over tomorrow. 

So, you concluded he needed some good rest.

“Megumi?” you speak up softly, not wanting to startle him. 

His hand tightens around your waist. “Hm?”

“I’m gonna go back to my room now, okay?”

He lets his head dip down to be closer to you. “Why?” he murmurs against your ear.

You purse your lips together. Of course he was going to be difficult about this. “You need to be well-rested tomorrow.”

“... Still waiting for you to explain why you’re leaving,”

You sigh. His ability to remain a sarcastic jackass even while tired was truly impressive. 

“You’re going to end up even more sore if you sleep with me like this. You know I move around a lot in my sleep.”

He goes quiet for a moment, as if thinking your words over. A heavy sigh escapes him. “I’ll be fine.”

Your hand moves to rest on top of his. You let it sit there for a moment before you try to detach his hand from your side. “No, you won’t. And I don’t want to be the reason you feel even worse tomorrow.”

His grip on you only tightens once he notices you’re trying to get rid of him. “Would you stop overthinking this? I told you I’ll be fine.”

“You say that now, but you’re going to complain and blame me later when you’re hurting all over.” you click your tongue and huff.

Megumi ignores your disdain, and pulls you back to him, pressing his chest against your spine even tighter than before. He nuzzles his face even closer, and you can feel his bangs against your ear, and his lips against your neck. His soft breath fans across your collarbone as he speaks. 

“... I won’t, I promise.” he mumbles, his voice almost getting lost with the sound of the harsh rain tapping against the glass of the window.

“And how do I know you mean it?”

“I always keep my word, don’t I? Stop worrying over this.”

Your hand that was previously trying to get him to let go of you gives up, and instead runs down your face as you groan lightly. “Megumi, this is for your own good. I want you to feel better tomorrow.”

“And you don’t want me to feel better now?”

Your hand falls from your face to land on the pillow under you. “What are you talking about?”

“What about right now? Don’t you want me to feel good now?”

You stare down at his hand that was around your waist, stunned. “Well… yeah. Of course I do.”

“Then let me have this.” he huffs, burying his face against the collar of your shirt. He speaks up again, his voice softer this time. “Stay with me.”

“... You’re way too stubborn. I hope you know that.”

He hums, paying you no mind.

“Fine, I’ll stay. But if you say one word about it being my fault that you—”

“I get it. Stop nagging me.” he groans. But the second he feels your tense form relax against him once more, he whispers. “Thanks.”

“For what?” 

“... you really gonna make me say it out loud?”

You chuckle softly. “Yes.”

He clears his throat, and lowers his face. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel his eyelashes brush up against your shoulder. A soft kiss is pressed against your skin. “Thanks for being here,”

“I always will.” you respond.

જ⁀➴ Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ

You twirl the ends of your hair mindlessly as you watch him. Toji was hunched over in the midst of his small kitchen, rummaging through his fridge. The buzzing light of it highlighting his sharpest features, currently pulled into a small frown as he groaned about forgetting to buy a pack of beer.

He’d been in a pretty foul mood for the last hour or so. You’re not exactly sure why. He’d gotten off the phone with Shiu all bitter and angry. 

You were hoping the two of you could share a nice evening— or night, but it seemed that plan had gone to ruin now. And you weren’t sure exactly what to do. 

So there you were, sitting on the bed of his small one bedroom studio, keeping quiet out of fear of angering or stressing him out further. 

After contemplating, you sigh and stand up. “Hey, Toji?” 

“Mmh?” he grumbles in response. 

“I’m leaving, okay?”

He closes the fridge and watches you as you make your way to the front door, grabbing your stuff along the way. His eyes widen in disbelief. He reaches you in two steps.

“Where you going?”

“... Home.” you look up at him, fingers tightly gripping your bag. You had hoped no argument would come out of this. He wasn’t one to fight or anything, but still.

“Why?”

“I don’t know I just…” you trail off. He stays silent, giving you the chance to think. You take a deep breath and speak up again. “Just thought I’d give you some space. Now’s not a good time for you, clearly.”

“Who said that?” his eyebrows knit in confusion, his frown only worsening.

“No one— it’s obvious.” you fold your arms over your chest. “I mean… you’ve been groaning and grumbling to yourself since earlier.”

He lets out a heavy sigh. “So?” he throws his head to the side, gaze landing on his window.

“So… I’m leaving you be.” you say, your tone leaving no room for discussion as you turn your back to him, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it.

His hand immediately lands on the door and he pushes against it, slamming it shut. You look to your left, his large and rough palm laying flat against the wood right next to your head. “Don’t want you to.” he states, his other hand moving against the door on your right side this time, caging you in.

You sigh. “Why not?”

He stays still for a moment, before leaning forward, his forehead landing on your shoulder with a soft thud. “Need you here with me.” he mumbles.

You’re slightly taken-aback by his words, but out of fear he might deflect or retreat back in his shell, you say nothing. You simply reach a hand up, your fingers carding through his thin black hair.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you more upset than you already are.”

He clicks his tongue in response. “You don’t upset me doll,”

Unsure of what to do, you remain motionless and quiet, for the sole exception of your hand massaging his scalp.

“Don’t go. Stay here.” he mutters against your shoulder. His arms detach from the door to wrap themselves around your waist. That was probably the closest you would ever get to hearing him plead. 

“... Alright, I’m staying.” your free hand moves to caress and trace along the veins of his arms. 

A soft groan slips past his lips at the sensation of your hand in his hair, and he tightens his arms around you.

“Whatever Shiu said must’ve really upset you, huh…”

His hand slips under your shirt and traces the soft lines of your stomach. “Say his name one more fucking time,” 

You hold back a laugh and scoff instead. “Okay, okay, calm down.”

His hand loosens around your waist, and he pulls away from you. You finally turn back around to meet his gaze. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. Hair just a tad greasy and disheveled, eyebags more prominent than before, shoulders not as upright and confident as usual. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” he grunts and looks away.

“Like what?” you inch closer, hands finding his waist.

“Like you pity me.”

You shake your head with a smile. “I worry about you. It’s not the same thing.”

“Yeah well I don’t need you worrying over me like I’m some kid that needs help.”

“Sure, sure.” You nod. “How about you hop in the shower and I wash your hair?”

His eyes trail back to you instantly, and he looks down at you with a conflicted expression. He considers it for a moment. “Fine, but you’re getting in with me.” he grins.

You run a hand down your face but reluctantly agree. “I’m just going to wash your hair, Toji. That’s it.”

“You always say that and then end up—”

“In the shower you go!” you raise your voice to drown out the sound of his, and start pushing him towards the bathroom.

જ⁀➴ Ryomen Sukuna .ᐟ

Warm water flowing from your fingertips and trickling down his back, gentle candlelight bouncing off of the hard planes of his body, and the quiet breeze of the night air slipping past the lavish curtains and into the room. 

It was currently late into the night, and Sukuna had summoned you to his chambers to bathe him. Just like he did every other night. He’d complained to you about his needlessly tiring and grueling day. 

Dealing with—what he deemed to be—incompetent servants, his food being too cold for his taste, and the arrogant members of his court ordering him around (they were merely giving him suggestions on political matters).

You’d just finished giving him his bath, and were currently standing with his short-sleeved robe held out for him to slip into. You watched carefully as he finished drying himself off and turned his back to you, black tattoos and hardened muscles on display. They flex and contort as he slips his four arms through the large loop holes and shrugs the light robe on. 

He turned around to let you tie the garment and your hands moved fast, tying a small knot around his waist, your eyes trained on the fabric in-between your fingers. Once finished, you took two steps back and bowed your head, hands clasped together at your front. 

“If you do not need me for anything else, I will be taking my leave, my lord.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He huffed, running a hand through his wet hair.

You let out an involuntary twitch. “... Is there something else you’d like me to do for you?”

“No.” he responds simply.

You raise your gaze for the first time, and look at him. “May I ask why you’re keeping me then?”

“You may not.” The tall man retorts and turns around, making his way to his bed. And you know, without him having to tell you, that he expects you to follow after him. So you do.

You stand with your hands still joined together, posture upright, your eyes glued to the floor, with your back against the wall. 

He throws a glance at you and a sneer graces his lips. “Must you stand in the corner like a potted plant?”

You clench your hands, holding back from shooting a snarky response his way, and manage to stay quiet. 

“Join me,”

Now that breaks your resolve. 

You look at him across the room. “Sorry?”

He makes himself comfortable against his pillows, and folds one knee up, elbow propped up against it and his chin resting in his palm. “Have you gone deaf? Do not make me repeat myself.” he glares.

You swallow, hard, and make your way to him slowly. 

“Before the sun rises again, would you?” he orders, and you pick up your pace. 

You stand at the foot of his bed, quiet. 

Once you’re finally close enough for him to scrutinize your every expression and feature, a smirk forms on his face, and he pats the space next to him.

Heat flares up in your stomach and you feel fear, anger and confusion (and maybe a bit of arousal), all at once.

“My lord… I am afraid I can not provide you with what you desire. Allow me to remind you I am but a humble servant.” You speak firmly. Well… as firm as you could manage considering you were probably going to lose your head in the next five minutes. But you’d rather be beheaded than get in bed with him against your will. “I could ask for a concubine to be called if that is what you wish.” you bow again, hoping to appease him.

His hand drops from his face and his smile fades. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Would you calm down, you vixen? I can practically smell the fear oozing out of your pores.”

A frown makes its way onto your face without you wanting to.

A beat of silence passes and he looks away before speaking up again in a softer tone. “You misunderstood my intentions. I simply wish for you to lie down with me.”

Your scowl melts into a confused expression, now more perplexed than anything. 

But the most perplexing part of all this is the fact that you don’t find yourself completely opposed to the idea. On the contrary, you were almost tempted by it. 

“Do not make me wait,” he speaks. Although this time, it sounds like a request disguised as an order. “Don’t you think you’ve already made me wait far too long for you?” He adds, voice quiet. 

You finally comply, albeit hesitantly, and sit down next to him. You move carefully, as though one wrong move could mean the end for you. And considering you were dealing with Sukuna, you weren’t exercising unnecessary caution. 

“Loosen up. I won’t eat you.” He scoffs and instantly pulls you by the waist. 

All four of his arms pull you against him and make you lay on your side. One of them moves to pull the soft covers over you. He clutches you tighter against his form. Almost as if he were a child tucking himself to sleep, holding onto his favourite plushie. 

You barely hold back a small chuckle at the mental image. 

“Is this amusing to you?”

You freeze, cursing yourself for failing to conceal your emotions. “... perhaps.” you blurt honestly.

He lets out a short grunt, and nuzzles his head against your neck. “Just go to sleep.”

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