#nanno

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next part of, let the devil in

Nanno x fem!Reader

Two months had passed, and the school had learned to survive in the wake of Nanno’s storm. But while the rest of the student body walked on eggshells, Nanno spent her days trying to melt the glacier that was you.

she realized blood and box cutters were too easy for what she wanted now. Instead, she turned to a different kind of violence. public intimacy.

In the middle of a crowded cafeteria, while students gossiped in hushed whispers, Nanno would slide into the bench next to you. She didn't care about the staring.

She would drape herself over your shoulders, her chin resting on your shoulder, her fingers idly twirling a strand of your hair. When you walked down the hallways, she would loop her arm through yours, leaning her entire weight against you, her laughter ringing out loud and sharp whenever someone flinched at her presence.

To the rest of the world, she was a terrifying anomaly. To you, she was a persistent, touchy nuisance.

"You're suffocating me" you said flatly one afternoon, not looking up from your advanced pathology textbook. You were sitting on a concrete bench in the courtyard.

Nanno was currently lying down, her head resting squarely in your lap, her knees bent over the edge of the bench.

"Good" Nanno purred, reaching up to trace the rim of your glasses with a neat, unchipped fingernail. "I want to see how long you can hold your breath before you finally choke."

You casually swatted her hand away, turning the page. "Go bother someone else, Nanno"

Nanno’s smile didn't reach her eyes. For two months, she had been pushing.

She touched you in front of teachers, wrapped her arms around your waist from behind while you stood at your locker, and whispered devastatingly filthy, horrific things into your ear during exams. She wanted to crack you.

She wanted you to blush, to push her away in anger, to show some sign that she was getting under your skin.

But you just let her. You treated her touch like the weather, inevitable, sometimes annoying, but nothing to lose your composure over. It was frustrating.

For an immortal entity born of human malice and vengeance, being treated like a mild inconvenience was a psychological torment she hadn't anticipated.

"You're no fun" Nanno sighed, sitting up and pouting with mock innocence. "Even when I kissed your cheek in front of your teacher yesterday, you didn't even blink."

"Because I needed the slip signed" you replied, your voice smooth, devoid of the panic she desperately craved. "and your lips are cold. It’s like being kissed by a refrigerator."

Nanno laughed, a short, barking sound, but underneath it, something was fraying. she couldn't understand it. She was karma. She was the mirror that reflected humanity's ugliest desires back at them until they tore themselves apart. everyone fell, everyone broke.

except you.

It was getting harder and harder to elicit even a drop of genuine affection or emotion from you. You were a black hole, absorbing all her energy and giving nothing but indifference in return.

...

The school was completely empty, save for the two of you in the biology lab. You were packing up your specimen kits, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Nanno was perched on top of a lab table, swinging her legs, watching you with an unusually quiet intensity.

"Why don't you ever fear me?" she asked suddenly. The theatricality was gone from her voice. It was just raw curiosity, laced with a rare, unsettling vulnerability.

"I could ruin your family. I could make your little brother disappear. I could make your parents wake up to their worst nightmares. I've done it a thousand times to a thousand different people."

You snapped your kit shut. The click echoed in the quiet room. You walked over to the lab table, standing directly between her swinging legs. You leaned forward, your face inches from hers, your glasses reflecting the sterile light.

"Because you only destroy those who have a debt to pay, Nanno" you whispered, your voice dropping into a tone that made the hairs on her arms stand up. "You're a mechanism, a reaction. you don't strike blindly."

"And you think you're innocent?" Nanno smiled, though her breath hitched as your hand suddenly came up, your fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. Your grip wasn't brutal, but it was entirely unyielding.

"No. I'm not innocent," you said, looking deeply into her dark, endless eyes. "But you can't touch me. Do you know why?"

Nanno tried to smirk, to pull back into her usual mask of superiority, but for the first time in her existence, she felt a pressure in the air.

The shadows in the corner of the lab didn't just stretched, bending away from you, not her, recoiling from your presence as if in terror.

A sudden, realization dawned upon Nanno. The air felt heavy, toxic, and ancient. It wasn't the presence of a broken human or a psychopath.

You weren't human at all.

"Karma is a beautiful thing" you murmured, your thumb caressing her jawline with a touch that felt entirely dead, entirely devoid of warmth. "It ensures that every action has an equal reaction. It judges the past. But tell me, Nanno... who decides the future?"

Nanno’s pupils dilated. terror shot straight down her spine. For a split second, she wanted to scream, a reaction she had never felt in all her lifetimes.

"Who ensures that the person you're punishing was meant to cross your path in the first place?" you continued, your eyes turning into a void that swallowed the light of the room. "Who handles the grand design? Who weaves the threads so tightly that no matter what choice a human makes, they end up exactly where they are supposed to be?"

You were fate.

The absolute, unyielding architect of the reality she thought she was playing with. Karma could only punish what was already done, but fate dictated what must inevitably happen. You hadn't flinched at her games because you had already written the script. Nanno was never the director. She was just a tool in your ledger.

And then, the terror in Nanno’s chest twisted into something else entirely.

a creature more terrifying, more monstrous than herself? A cosmic god who built the very dark she claimed to rule?

A violent rush of heat flooded her body, a breathless, desperate arousal making her skin tingle. Her heart battered frantically against her ribs. She didn't want to run from the monster. she wanted to crawl inside its jaws.

she remembers you saying, "You're not the first monster I’ve danced with, Nanno."

"You..." Nanno whispered, her voice trembling with a manic, ecstatic awe. "It was you. The whole time."

"We were always meant to meet, Nanno" you said softly, your lips brushing against her ear, your voice sounding like the quiet snap of a closing coffin.

"You thought you were the monster dragging me into the dark. But I built the dark. I put you in it."

"So" you said, pulling back slightly, staring down at her with a calm, terrifying possessiveness. "Are you still bored with me?"

A slow, unhinged, thoroughly ruined smile spread across Nanno’s face. It was a look of pure submission to a force greater than herself. She reached up, her trembling hands clutching at the lapels of your blazer, pulling you down until her forehead rested against yours.

"No," Nanno choked out, a breathless, giddy laugh escaping her lips. "Never. Keep me. Please, just keep me."

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