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Characters: Adoptive Dad!Nanami x Elementary School Teacher!Reader

Content Warning(s): eventual smut MDNI, pining, flirting, suggestive situations, fluff, jealousy, domestic papamin moments, brief mention of character death, mention of unstable family and unfit guardian, kids being kids lmao, reader and nanami trying to maintain boundaries

papamin fanart is by @/nume_x on IG, dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Chapter 1: Pick Ups and Punctuality

Chapter 2: Thicker than Water

Chapter 3: Does Your Nephew Know?

Chapter 4: Hazel-Eyed Monster

Chapter 5: School's Out (Finally Summer's Here)

Chapter 6: Start (and End) of Something New

Chapter 7: Work Song

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Pick-ups and Punctuality (or the lack thereof)

Characters: Adoptive Dad!Nanami x Elementary School Teacher!Reader

Content Warning(s): eventual smut MDNI, pining, flirting, suggestive situations, fluff, jealousy, domestic papamin moments, brief mention of character death, mention of unstable family and unfit guardian, kids being kids lmao, reader and nanami trying to maintain boundaries

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“Are you waiting for your mummy or daddy, Yuji?”

You were tired. Frankly, tired was an understatement. It was a deep-seated, gnawing exhaustion that cleaved you into two, but you kept the practiced smile plastered on your face. Glued on with seasoned ease, the gentle curve of your lips never budged all throughout the scheduled pick-up time. Variants of “See you tomorrow!” and “Bye dear!” flowed like honey, but the words tasted nothing but sweet. Being an elementary school teacher wasn’t for the weak – you knew that going in, but being pulled apart in a new direction by a class of 20 seven year olds every other minute proved to be its own ordeal in a new weight class. 

The first day of school was especially rough, even for second year students. Clingy children (and even clingier parents), picky eaters, on top of tardy pick ups were only a handful of the fires you had to put out today. One thing you never compromised on though, was about never letting the children see beyond the cracks. They never deserved it. They didn’t deserve it. They were just children, after all. 

An adult’s responsibility was never a child’s to bear.

With yet another surreptitious glance at your wrist watch, you repeated your question patiently to Yuji. Naturally, given his boisterous personality, he had been too busy saying bye to each of his classmates who were being picked up by their caretakers on time. He failed to hear the question directed at him, and merely beamed brightly, waving his arms with abandon at his newfound besties: the reserved Megumi and the passionate Nobara. 

“FUSHIGURO! KUGISAKI! MAKE SURE YOU TWO COME EARLY TOMORROW – we have to race again to see who’s the true winner!” Yuji blared, any semblance of an indoor voice forgotten yet again now that he was no longer in the confines of the classroom.

“Stop yelling. Sensei’s talking to you.” Megumi replied sagely. The boy possessed an unexpected calmness and stillness one would never have guessed possible of a child his age. With a quick point of his index finger, Megumi drew his energetic friend’s attention to you.

Biting your lip, you struggled to maintain a straight face, torn between a giggle and a grimace at the boys’ interactions. What interesting personalities you had in your class this year. Come what may, you knew you would never be bored with these two around. 

Never one to be impertinent intentionally, Yuji collected himself swiftly, bowing near instantly, albeit clumsily in his childlike manner. Stammering apologies rapidly while his face grew red hot, embarrassed at having been potentially rude to his sensei. Though you had yet to meet his parents, you could tell the young boy was raised with a strict upbringing and had been instilled with a traditional deference to those older than him. 

“Grandpa says I have to answer when spoken to… sorry Sensei…” 

“Oh Yuji, it’s alright! You were just excited, weren’t you?” Genuine peals of laughter now escaped your lips as you ruffled Yuji’s pink locks. It was only the first day, but you could not help but have a soft spot for the kid. His warmth, the magnanimous nature that he displayed the whole day when interacting with his classmates… In spite of his age, you knew he’d be a great man some day. You could tell.

With the knowledge that his beloved sensei had forgiven him, Yuji straightened and flashed a toothy grin. “I’m waiting for my Nanamin! He’s a bit late, which is strange. He’s never late! Nanamin says if a man is on time, he’s late. If someone wants to be punctual, they should arrive five minutes early!” 

You stifled a sigh. In theory, the mysterious Nanamin made great points, but it didn't change the fact that this… Nanamin was still 15 minutes late. Your thoughts wandered to your half-eaten bento wistfully – don’t ask, no time during lunch – and your poor stomach commiserated. With a defiant gurgle, it protested loudly as Yuji continued extolling the virtues of his Nanamin and other life lessons his caretaker had (tried to) impart to him.

“Oh! Oh! Nanamin also tells me all the time that-”

Seeing that the boy was going to continue indefinitely, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder and crouched down to his eye level. With furrowed brows and the ever-present gentle smile, you tried to soften the blow as you subtly (and firmly) put an end to his rambling.

“That sounds lovely, dear. But shall we drop your Nanamin a call? It’s getting a bit late, and Sensei still has to tidy up and clean…” you trailed off, not mentioning how you had yet to finish your lunch or find time to visit the washroom. 

Instantly, Yuji’s expressive eyes lit up like stars. They widened expectantly, as if he had laid eyes on the rarest of treasures. Trembling with anticipation, Yuji gasped. It seemed an idea had struck him, fuelled by his desperation to impress his new teacher. In many ways, earning a sticker or a teacher’s approval was more significant to him than anything with actual monetary value. 

“I-I can help! I’m super strong and I can move all the chairs and tables myself. I’m really, really good at sweeping too! Grandpa used to make me do that allllll the time at home,” insisted Yuji with rapid nods of his head. 

Without a second’s hesitation, Yuji scrambled from the pick-up point and made a beeline to his homeroom, leaving you behind in his dust. He was gone before you could even craft a response, gaping at his ferocious speed like a goldfish.

Was the boy a car? An Olympian at the age of seven? Equal parts frustration and admiration warred in you while you hastened your steps. By the time you gave chase and arrived at your destination, Yuji had arranged half the classroom’s chairs. To your utmost surprise, Yuji actually was strong enough to shift everything, and responsible enough to do a good job at tidying.

“Leave it to me, Sensei! You can finish your bento while waiting for Nanamin!” the diligent boy instructed with an air of confidence, seemingly most at home when doing menial chores and physical labour. Not only did Yuji appear surprisingly mature at this point, your heart also twinged at his words. The boy truly was going to be someone special one day. He… noticed you didn’t finish your lunch? 

Perhaps it was the day's exhaustion. You were choked up and quickly swallowed the lump in your throat. 

Knowing that this child was so observant and sensitive, so kind that his love extended beyond his peers and even to his sensei… Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. 

“No, no, I couldn’t possibly! I appreciate your offer, sweetheart, but I’m not that hungry. Let me help you with cleani-” 

Despite your placid tone, your traitorous stomach picked that exact moment to stage a coop. Your brows shot up with mortification, though Yuji was intelligent enough to keep mum and avoid eye contact. Wordlessly, he simply pulled out a chair and retrieved your bento from your desk, which was wrapped with a simple green furoshiki. 

“Nanamin says that we need to eat well so we can do our job well!” Yuji parroted confidently. “Sensei, you gotta eat too!”

Heartened and grateful, you simply sank into the tiny, plastic chair and took demure bites of your cold rice. 

“Thank you, Yuji.”

In no time, thanks to your hunger and Yuji’s efficiency, your bento was polished off and the floor swept clean.

With the classroom now in presentable shape and the earlier warzone rectified, the two of you giggled as you lounged on the fuzzy reading rug, with young Yuji cocooned in your embrace and perched on your lap. 

“Ooh~ Sensei, let’s read another one!” Yuji requested, reaching for the next picture book.

However, with it being a solid hour after the allotted pick-up time, you felt pangs of doubt and icy fear creeping into your heart. You had already let the administrative office know about Yuji’s predicament, but no guardian could be contacted. Sure, you could keep the boy entertained a while more, but surely someone was supposed to care for him? His Nanamin? Or the grandpa he mentioned?

You absentmindedly obliged and read the animated character’s story outloud, stalling for time as you considered your next steps. Fortunately, Yuji’s personal story time was soon interrupted by rhythmic footsteps approaching frantically. 

“Sumimasen. I’m Nanami Kento, I’m here for Yuji. I apologise for my tardiness. I was held up at work.” A rich baritone filled your ears, causing both you and Yuji to look up from the vividly coloured picture book.

Before glancing up, you had expected a frazzled father who simply lost track of time. Nothing could have prepared you for the young man at the threshold of the classroom. Seeds of confusion start to grow. The man before you was evidently someone similar to you in age, not to mention he had a finely cut figure decked in an expensive tailored navy suit. Who would have thought that Yuji’s beloved Nanamin would arrive sporting meticulously gelled blonde hair and a ridiculously attractive undercut? You quirked a brow, tilting your head slightly but choosing wisely to remain silent and observant.

With a squeal, Yuji launched himself out of your lap and barrelled straight at the stoic man. In stark contrast, the man simply held out his arms silently, bracing himself for impact as the pink-streaked missile made contact with his target. “I waited for forever, Nanamin! At least Sensei is nice and pretty, or I would be soooo mad at you!” Yuji declared without malice. His words were uttered with a hyperbolic honesty that only a seven year old could muster.

“Yes… I’m truly sorry. I was held up at work, my boss… He-” Nanamin caught himself before he continued further, belatedly realising he was attempting to justify himself to a seven year old with no concept of corporate deadlines and financial reports. “I’m glad that you had company though, Yuji. I appreciate your patience. Sensei does indeed seem nice and pretty.”

As the man who introduced himself as Nanami Kento spoke calmly to Yuji (as if Yuji were another adult dressed in a suit like himself), his eyes flitted to yours gradually.

After he acknowledged your kindness and attractiveness, both of your faces flushed mildly; Nanami’s from being so blatant with his flirting and yours from being showered with compliments from a fine specimen of a man with such rugged good looks.

“Yup, Sensei’s the bestest! Don’t tell Gojo-sensei from last year, but I like her way more!” Yuji stage-whispered in Nanami’s ear.

“Gojo-san will be heartbroken, I’m sure.” Nanami deadpanned, his face impassive.

Before the duo could continue their atypical conversation, you cleared your throat and stood up to (formally) introduce yourself to Yuji’s guardian. 

“Ah, you must be Nanamin! Yuji’s shared, well, he’s shared a lot about you over the past hour! I’m his homeroom teacher for the second year,” you interjected with your hand outstretched. 

Ears pink, Nanami pressed his lips together thinly at the silly moniker as if in distaste, but you noticed he made no attempt to correct Yuji any of the times he used it earlier. Your gaze softened, as you came to the realisation that the composed man with an even drier tone actually had a heart of gold underneath his layers of pantsuit and corporate jargon. 

His warm hand grasped yours with a quick squeeze, before both of you let go. The callouses, the size, the sheer heat of his hand… Biting your lip, you prayed fervently that the man could not feel your thrumming pulse, or even begin to suspect the lewd images running through your head. 

Not the time! Get it together! 

With a shake of your head to clear some of the more inappropriate thoughts from your mind, you focused on Nanami’s face, preparing to bid him and Yuji farewell. 

However, nothing could have prepared you for the final act of betrayal you would experience today. First it was your stomach, humiliating you in front of a student. Now, it was your skin flushing red hot, all thanks to the suave gentleman whose eyes seemed to roam over your body and read your mind and its perverse thoughts.

Truly, you were being tested by the universe today. 

“Once again, I apologise for my tardiness. It won't happen again. Let me send you home, Sensei. I insist, ma’am.”

Under the two-fold persistence and persuasive ploy of the tenacious Yuji and adamant Nanami, you folded. Like a rickety old table. Like a shitty poker hand. Near Instantaneously.

Honestly, you didn’t stand much of a chance. The guise (and excuse) of professionalism you tried to cite merely melted away in seconds, like ice cream on a summer’s day.

You soon found yourself ushered into Nanami’s pleasant-smelling car and onto the cool leather of the passenger’s seat, much to your bewilderment. 

How did you end up here?

“Seatbelt all done!” Yuji announced proudly from the backseat. “Sensei, buckle up! WE MUST BE SAFE!” Yuji’s preflight safety checks, increasing exponentially in volume, made you cringe slightly as Nanami merely shushed him instinctively out of habit.

It seemed like getting caught off guard was the norm today.  

Without warning, Nanami leaned over the console from the driver’s seat, his deft fingers quickly tugging to buckle you up before you could protest further. He clicked the buckle into place, fingers brushing against your hip. 

Once again, both of you sported matching crimson countenances.

“Seatbelt, done.” Nanami echoed quietly, while still hovering near your ear, the rich timbre of his voice reaching deep within you. 

Almost breathlessly, you nodded, thighs squeezing covertly. 

This was going to be a long ride home.

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Characters: Adoptive Dad!Nanami x Elementary School Teacher!Reader

Content Warning(s): eventual smut MDNI, pining, flirting, suggestive situations, fluff, jealousy, domestic papamin moments, brief mention of character death, mention of unstable family and unfit guardian, kids being kids lmao, reader and nanami trying to maintain boundaries tags for this chapter: reader is lowkey messy (god forbid girls just wanna have fun), alcohol, one night stand, awkward meet-not-so-cute yikes, morning after, dom-ish reader taking charge, somno-ish

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Chapter 3: Does Your Nephew Know?

The last time you were touched by a man was when Yuji’s beloved Nanamin buckled you into his passenger seat.

It had been an embarrassingly long dry spell, but you were about to find out the truth behind the adage, “When it rains, it pours”.

“Oh come on! You have to come out with us this time. Not taking no for an answer!” your beloved friend whined, her pleading eyes and pouting lips tugging at your heartstrings.

Utahime had a way of being so damn adorable when she wanted, and you found yourself never being able to say no to her.

It was utterly ridiculous to be crushing on a student’s guardian, and frankly, downright unprofessional. The only interactions you had with the man were quick waves and bashful blushes during pick up, for goodness’ sake! Nonetheless, the suave blond man filled your days and your nights.

Secretly, you were counting down the days until the first parent-teacher conference of the season. 

For Yuji’s benefit, of course. 

Given how Nanami Kento occupied your waking moments, you just didn’t have it in you to head to a bar with your girlfriends. They’d be indulging in cheap beer and gossiping about any potential candidates. You simply weren’t about to be any fun when you already had someone to put on a pedestal and fantasise about…

With a begrudging sigh, you finally agreed and tried your best to be a good sport. You could nurse a schoolgirl crush and still enjoy your Friday night, couldn’t you?

Unfortunately, the pounding headache the next morning proved otherwise. 

You were a goddamn fool.

The second thing that cemented your idiocy was the naked man in your bed.

Still draped in your silky sheets, the mysterious man rumbled in his sleep, clinging even tighter onto you after you tried to extricate yourself from his grip. Wriggling helplessly, you could only admonish yourself silently after your failed escape attempt.

Cocooned around his burly arms, you could barely catch a glimpse of the man’s face, your only clue about his identity the tattoos of thick black rings.

Why’d you invite him to your place?

That made escaping the awkward morning after much harder compared to slipping out of a stranger’s home at a godforsaken hour…

The unfamiliar soreness between your legs and the tightness in your hips only fanned the flames of embarrassment and sober regrets. 

How much did your friends end up goading you into drinking? You recalled fragments of chants, snippets of dares – but put together nothing concrete or illuminating. 

No more drinking ever, you vowed. Especially not with Shoko, the school’s physician who never seemed to practice all the health advice she preached.

While it was actually surprisingly soothing to slumber in the arms of an attractive man (though you could only surmise and hoped that drunk you had some remnants of discerning taste), the lingering heat and stench of your sins from the night before compelled you to visit the bathroom. Most pertinently though, it was the urgent pressure of your bladder you couldn't ignore any longer.

“Ngh, let… me…go!” With a grunt, you finally broke free of the tattooed man’s embrace. Making a beeline to the ensuite toilet, you ignored his grumpy huffs.

“What’s your deal, woman?” A gruff bark scratchy with sleep and last night’s activities emanated from the nest of pillows and quilts. 

A pause later, he followed it with an incredulous exclamation. 

“Geez, lady, it’s fucking 6 in the morning. Didn’t I wear you out last night? Waking up so early on a goddamn Saturday…”

With a final huff, your pink-haired mystery man turned the other way, covering his head with a pillow as his breath evened and he fell back to sleep. 

In spite of his harsh tone and spiky demeanour, you couldn’t find it in yourself to kick the man out. 

Maybe it was because of how you felt deeply satisfied, feeling it even to your bones. Maybe it was the way you could see his muscled back ripple so attractively in the dappled sunlight peaking through your blinds. 

Or maybe it was the fact that you were now properly awake, and hankering for another round, now in the light of day and with your senses intact. 

You’d like to remember every single detail of being ‘worn out’ as your grumpy sleeping beauty put it.

Slipping in between the cool sheets with bated breath, you allowed your arms to encircle the man with his back to you. Any lingering doubt and sense of regret melting away, you decided to give into the completely irrational part of your brain. Deciding to let your lust take the wheel, you bit your lip before pressing your face into his back.

“Mhm. You smell good,” you whispered into his tan skin. Letting yourself grow bold, you licked the divots in his well-defined back, relishing in the salty tang of sweat on your tongue. Memories of how he did the same to you, way further down south, came flooding back. 

It emboldened you. 

After months of stuttering painfully in front of Nanami Kento and being unable to make a move, it was so refreshing to be unrestrained. To pursue. To let your own pleasure come first for once. 

Screw professionalism and boundaries. 

With this man, you didn’t have to think twice, much less think at all. 

Kitten licks soon heated into nibbles as you sank your canines in the crook of his neck.

In the meantime, your fingers never idled either.

Hooking him into place with your leg over his waist, you trailed your hands over his chest, his pecs, his nipples before venturing to his swelling cock. 

“Woman, let me sleep.” 

With a defiant hum, you continued your gentle ministrations. Fingers teasing ever so lightly and feather-like. 

Despite his grievances of needing to catch up on much needed rest, Sleeping Beauty was soon rutting into your soft hand, low grunts escaping his lips. 

“God, you’re insatiable– Nghh…” He moaned abruptly the moment your index finger scratched against his firm nipple. 

“Sex freak…” Mumbling affectionately, your Sleeping Beauty finally reached his breaking point. All vestiges of sleep had crumbled away at this point, and he decided to turn the tables on you – literally.

With a shocking alacrity from someone who had been snoozing just a few minutes ago, he pinned you underneath him, cock straining against the apex of your thick thighs. Legs falling apart with little resistance now, you pushed your hips up clumsily. 

Slick warmth met slick warmth as you found yourself babbling, begging for something you didn’t know what you were asking for.

“Please… I, I need it.”

You humped against him like a teenager, self-consciousness quickly losing to the desire to feel good and to lose yourself in another.

To be candid, considering your previous dry spell, you might as well have transformed back into an inexperienced teenager again. You were about to come ridiculously fast. However, in your defence, was it ridiculous if you pretty much had a Roman gladiator in your bed?

For a brief moment, your thoughts meandered and wandered to a certain blond-haired gentleman.

If Nanami Kento was like a Greek god, an untouchable and unattainable Adonis, then this man in bed with you now would be a battle-hardened fighter, a warrior.

Replete with skill and scars, he was someone you could fuck without abandon and he’d fuck you back twice as mean in return. 

Just two lonely souls making each other feel good in a dark room.

Simple and uncomplicated. 

“Coming… ngh, I’m coming!” Your voice increasingly high-pitched and whiny, shedding all pretense and layers. 

After all that this man had seen, having explored every single inch of your bare body and its crevices with his fingers, tongue and dick in every nook and cranny –  there was simply nothing worth hiding.

Waves of blinding pleasure washed over you, the intensity of your orgasm heightened by your soreness and exhaustion from last night.

“The name’s Sukuna, doll.” Sleeping Beauty grunted in your ear, before he bit the shell playfully. “Better remember that since I’m gonna be making you scream it the entire weekend.”

His thick, leaking length plunged into your cunt, forcing you to arch from the bed prettily and press the curve of your tits against his chest. 

Sukuna leveraged your position, bending his head and taking a nipple into his mouth. After a few swirls, you felt his lips pull into a smirk against your overheated skin. Belatedly, you only realised what he was planning a second too late. Biting down hard on your sensitive rosy nipple the moment he decided to fuck you into the mattress, you were instantly accosted by the overstimulation and burning pressure of multiple back-to-back highs.

Sukuna, you come to learn, was not a merciful man. 

True to his word, he made you scream his name round after round, the weekend blurring into sex, food, sleep. The three necessities of Man.

On Sunday night, he fucked you into a blissful slumber, slipping out of your apartment wordlessly, unbeknownst to you. 

Sukuna, you come to learn, was a little shit too. Before leaving, he wiped out your fridge. Leftovers, ingredients, snacks, gone. Leaving you nothing for breakfast when the work day rolled around.

As much as he pleasured you almost divinely over the weekend, you could not help but curse the man under your breath as your Monday commenced without breakfast or a bento prepared for lunch.

Your pink-haired Sleeping Beauty was actually a freaking sewer rat.

Why he chose to take your food, you never did manage to figure out. However, what did make you raise a brow a few times during the course of your marathon was Sukuna’s awkwardness around new technology and the way he squinted as he navigated his phone. For a young man, Sukuna was strangely a Luddite and oddly tech illiterate. 

You were a goddamn fool.

The third thing that clued you into your complete lack of intelligence rolled around on Monday at the end of the school day.

The usual routine of running around a horde of restless children was finally coming to a close as you prepared the class for pick up. 

You could basically taste the relief and the sheer reprieve you were about to be granted. 

With each bag zipped, shoe lace tied and goodbye chirped, the allure of home grew stronger and stronger.  

You were able to make it to the end of the day.

You would soon be in your humble abode once again, and a warm bubble bath was going to call your name. 

That was, until a pair of heavy boots thundered across the floor, and a familiar drawl made your blood run cold.

“My, my, my… What are the odds? I’m here to pick up Yuji, doll.”

"Let the brat know his Uncle Sukuna's here."

You'd never forget that voice, nor the name of its owner, not when he spent the past two days making you scream it even when your voice went hoarse.

No fucking way.

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A/N: a slightly shorter chapter this round heh, but the next one will be a bit beefier since nanami and sukuna will meet :3

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Characters: Adoptive Dad!Nanami x Elementary School Teacher!Reader

Content Warning(s): eventual smut MDNI, pining, flirting, suggestive situations, fluff, jealousy, domestic papamin moments, brief mention of character death, mention of unstable family and unfit guardian, kids being kids lmao, reader and nanami trying to maintain boundaries

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Chapter 2: Thicker than Water

Whenever Gojo Satoru reached out, Nanami knew to be on his guard. Gojo might seem cavalier or childish, but the man was also calculating. Sly and slippery. A blue-eyed devil bartering for your soul with a saccharine smile. 

However, Nanami also knew Gojo was a good educator. A man who believed in raising the next generation right, perhaps even better. 

That said, Gojo was always willing to trouble or impose on others in the process of this noble pursuit. Years had long passed since his high school days, but Gojo had the uncanny ability to bother Nanami every so often without fail, asking for ridiculous favours and making over-the-top requests.

Much to Nanami’s vexation, this summer was no exception. In spite of Nanami’s protests about his added workload and a potential promotion in the horizon, Gojo insisted on Nanami meeting “someone special”. 

“Gojo-san, if you’re trying to get me to go on a blind date again, I-”

“Nanami. It’s not that. Look, I have a student. He’s… a good kid, but he's going through a rough time. I’d like to ask you to take care of him, just for a while until I can make some long-term arrangements.”

His senpai was unusually calm and stoic, sincerity evident in his words.

Furrowing his brows, Nanami took a closer look at Gojo while savouring the burn of his drink. Gojo rarely imbibed and hardly frequented bars, but he would make an exception when he wanted to convince his kohai of some hare-brained scheme. Nanami wasn’t one to turn down the prospect of free drinks, especially if his wealthy senior was willing to foot the bill. 

Nonetheless, he had to pay the steep price of actually spending time with Gojo.

Glass in hand, Nanami observed the amber liquid and swirled it pensively. “And… why me?” he questioned, succinct and to the point as always.

“I don’t have to tell you what it’s like to be a child carrying an adult’s burden. We both know how unfair life is. This kid doesn’t deserve any of this.” 

“I’d care for him too, but Megumi-kun’s already under my roof and the school won’t let me bend the rules a second time. But if I can make the case for another temporary suitable guardian…”

Gojo’s impassioned plea trailed off, pregnant with implication and hope. 

Years of knowing each other paid off. Despite Nanami’s stony silence, Gojo was not deterred. 

In fact, he knew the blond man better than Nanami knew himself sometimes. Under his facade of cold professionalism, Nanami was genuinely considering caring for this child, unwilling to let another innocent fall victim to a cruel and unjust system in which so many already slip through the cracks. 

He wasn’t about to say no, when this was one thing he could do, when he already felt so damn powerless the rest of the time. 

Wordlessly, he downed the rest of his drink. 

“Nice to meet you, Itadori-kun. I’m a friend of your sensei. You’ll be staying with me for a few months.”

The wide-eyed boy merely gaped in response, taking in his brand new world. Nanami might seem cold and stoic, but he knew how to nest and enjoy the finer things in life.

His one bedroom apartment might have been a bachelor’s pad, but it was decked out with a plush sofa and ambient lights, as well as a well-outfitted kitchen with modern appliances. 

“Itadori-kun, you can take the bedroom. It’s right down the hall. The bathroom is on your left. And if you need anything from the fridge, help yourself. This is your home now.”

The militant barrage of cool instructions did not dampen Yuji’s spirits. Instead, his toothy grin widened.

“Mister Nanamin! This is so cool! Do you live here by yourself? Or do you live with Gojo-sensei? Are you sure I can take this whole room?” 

The brick walls crumbled slowly but surely. Nanami’s resolve to keep the boy at arm’s length, to only watch over him temporarily eroded with each messy meal and each time they held hands hesitantly.

What was supposed to be a week turned into a month, and a month rolled into the entire summer break. In the blink of an eye, the autumn school term greeted the pair with open arms. 

Nanami would rather work ten hours of overtime than admit it openly but Gojo was right.

There seemed to be some invisible string that tied him and Yuji together. 

Maybe it was the way Yuji reminded him of dear Yuu from high school. 

Maybe it was the way young Yuji found his dull sensibilities humorous instead of unfeeling.

 Maybe it was the way the innocent boy had the whole, wide wicked world thrust upon him but grinned like the sun anyway.

After the passing of Wasuke, Yuji’s grandfather, the sole member of the Itadori family was shuffled from foster to foster, shelter to shelter. 

Ever since his parents’ tragic accident, Yuji had been cared for by his grandfather. Unfortunately Lady Luck dealt cruel cards. Wasuke was soon diagnosed with a terminal illness, forcing Yuji to grapple with the agonising reality of death and loss at his young age.

Losing his grandfather to such a protracted, painful fate was perhaps more unbearable and confusing to a child than never knowing his parents since his birth. With Wasuke being too ill to care for him, Yuji learned to pick up the slack, making simple meals for himself, and even completing his own daily chores.

The habit continued and followed him even in the Nanami household. Despite Nanami’s insistence that Itadori simply leave the housekeeping and cooking to him - the adult - Yuji took great delight in sweeping floors and buttering toast, eager to earn his keep and to prove his ability to take on adult responsibility. 

After much push and pull, with Nanami insisting his guest act like a guest his age while Yuji demanded that he was a big boy who could in fact take care of himself, the two stubborn mules came to a compromise and agreed that they’d do everything together. Nanami had to be present to supervise when Yuji used the oven or stove, while Yuji was allowed do simple chores unassisted, leaving anything that took more than 20 minutes to the blonde man.

With two bags packed (a strikingly red randoseru and a polished brown leather briefcase), as well as two lunches made, the duo made their way to the elementary school. 

“Yuji, are you ready for your first day of ni-nensei? Gojo-sensei won’t be your teacher anymore, but he shared that your second year teacher is very nice.”

“Nanamin, I’m ready. I’ll give it my all,” he nodded solemnly, eyes narrowed and maturity etched on his face. 

It seemed that Nanami’s stoic nature rubbed off a little on the boy, and Yuji had taken to emulating Nanami’s seriousness and masculine front. This, however, quickly lapsed after drop off, when Yuji was surrounded by his peers and vibrant child-appropriate decor. 

Smiling gently, Nanami spared a few minutes before heading to his car. He observed the boy running around and making the acquaintance of a new transfer student and a child he recognised as Megumi, another of Gojo’s charges. 

Heart lifting, he felt a surge of relief wash over him. He was immensely heartened that despite being able to step up to the plate, Yuji was still a child and could still be one. As he should be. 

When Gojo reached out to him during the summer, Nanami never expected such a bold and frankly, inconvenient request. 

With a rare smirk gracing his lips, Nanami thought of the newly signed documents currently stowed away in his briefcase. Perhaps he’d find the time to drop by Gojo’s classroom later in the day during pick up. Perhaps it was time to turn the tables on his senpai. 

He’d wager that when the time came and he revealed the truth, Gojo would be the one with wide eyes and slack-jawed, even more surprised than the boy himself.

It had only been a summer, but Nanami knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d never let the boy bounce around in the system anymore. 

Yuji might be strong enough to withstand all of life's trials and tribulations, but his own conscience and love for the boy would never allow that to be necessary.

Nanami supposes that he’d better keep Yuji’s new homeroom teacher in the loop as well when he found the time to schedule a parent-teacher conference. 

After all, he was a parent now. The official documents that he received in the mail today made the title real. 

Yuji was no longer an orphan. 

And he was a father.

Yuji’s father.

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A/N: a little bit of backstory/exposition so not much reader involvement hehe nanami is definitely one to make things OFFICIAL and do the proper paperwork

i can see him secretly adopting yuji so he can catch gojo off guard out of spite lol (and to surprise sweet yuji too) (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

was swamped with work & fell sick so this chapter did take longer than i intended >.<

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