#tutor!nanami

"and what's the answer to this one?" he says. you were at the library together, working through your algebra homework. he had one arm leaning on the table, pointing to your half-filled sheet with a pen.

"ten."

"good. and this?"

"um, f-four?"

nanami sighs, shaking his head. he pushes his glasses up on his nose before looking at you again.

"you know that's wrong. try it again." he gives you his pen, leaning back with his arms crossed as you bite your nails. you know how to do this, there's just one teeeeeny step you forgot. you try to redo the question, but nanami quickly sighs again and takes the pen off you.

"you have to divide by the one point five, and then you can eradicate this number." his hazel eyes drag over to yours, completely serious. "stop being silly. this is simple."

"s-sorry."

"don't apologise. just do better."

the rest of the night continues like that. you get a few questions right, nanami stops you and guides you when you're wrong. he's no where near as 'fun' or 'exciting' as gojo, instead making you feel like you've disappointed him when your answers are incorrect. you don't know why you feel the need to impress him, maybe its the way he gives a small smile when you get a hard question, or how he seems to relax when he doesn't need to correct for a while.

⤷ You never expected your tutor to be that damn hot and falling in love with him. A little Nanami One-shot.

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Tutor!Nanami... but you never expected your economy tutor to be this attractive and hot guy until you entered the library that day.

Tutor!Nanami... after that first lesson you began eagerly anticipating the days you would have tutoring sessions with him. You prepared yourself meticulously and wore a specific perfume so that when he smelled your scent, he would remember you or know you were nearby. You had never dressed up so much for such a simple occasion, much less for a man.

Tutor!Nanami...But your eyes wouldn't leave his face while you fantasized about him, while the man believed that you simply didn't understand his complicated explanations, so he stayed up late planning easy ways for you to understand the subject.

Tutor!Nanami...But he would slowly approach you while explaining, judging by your blank expression, thinking you couldn't hear him well because he was speaking so slowly in a crowded place, it couldn't be that you were in love with him.

Tutor!Nanami... But you noticed that he usually brought small desserts and coffee to all his afternoon tutoring sessions, so you started offering them to him just to start a conversation and not just study during every session. Deep down, he appreciated it.

Tutor!Nanami... But after a chat and learning that he loves homemade food and bread, you decided to learn how to make it, since you'd read somewhere that if you gave people something specific, you could make them associate you with that thing they love. Late nights spent perfecting a recipe, learning about sourdough, a mess everywhere, but when you delivered the lovingly baked loaf, you saw a small smile on his stoic face.

Tutor!Nanami... But with each passing week, he couldn't stop thinking about you, even though you only had brief conversations in your tutoring sessions. He began to notice your shy glances, tender smiles, and subtle details in your behavior that no one else could see at first glance. Like how you bit your pencil when you didn't understand something, how you shook your foot when stressed, and how you pouted and sighed when tired. He couldn't tell if he was curious or if something inside him was growing stronger every day.

Tutor!Nanami... But everything you tried started to pay off. He recognized your perfume the moment you walked through the door, lifting his head to find you smiling and holding something you'd baked. His heart would always skip a beat, but he'd just blame it on his coffee addiction. How he'd lean towards you unconsciously. Even skipping the formalities and starting to chat on his cell phone—which he usually only used to confirm tutoring sessions.

Tutor!Nanami... But that night, you stayed up late chatting and talking about life, the future, your interests, and how you realized that deep down he wasn't such a scrupulous guy; he just followed the formalities and took his tutoring job a little too seriously. After a while, you decided that at the next tutoring session you would get to know him better and try to get him to ask you out. You couldn't do everything yourself.

Tutor!Nanami... But the next few tutoring sessions were just spent talking. You learned about his past, how he used to style his straight hair in an emo cut, and about all his friends, even the ones he'd lost. The conversation became deep and personal. you both learned more about each other. After realizing he couldn't take up any more of your class time, he invited you out for a drink one of these days. He slowly admitted that he liked your company.

Tutor!Nanami... But that night you went out drinking, you noticed he was a heavy drinker, not the drunk or violent kind, but the kind who liked to drink a LOT however you didn't mind. You'd always dreamed about those fanfics with confessions while drunk. Could that happen to you even at that age and in real life? With such an attractive and perfect guy? He couldn't possibly be in love with you. Your face fell as your thoughts raced.

Tutor!Nanami... But he noticed your sad expression. The alcohol coursing through his veins, his face flushed, and with all the boldness of a drunk, he rested his hand on your face as he smiled. He slowly approached you, whispering how beautiful you were when you blushed. That night you really couldn't sleep.

Tutor!Nanami... But the next few times you saw each other in tutoring sessions, he acted as if nothing had happened, but you wouldn't let it slide. You wanted to take things to the extreme with flirty little conversations, brushing your body against his, even resting your hand on his leg while he explained—the riskiest move, but you'd already gone too far to back down. All you managed to do was see his body tense up, even his sharp jaw.

Tutor!Nanami... But after several weeks of your increasingly intense game, he couldn't take it anymore and his patience finally snapped. Under the pretext of finding a book you needed, he led you to a secluded corner, a blind spot in the library. He slowly cornered you, cupping your cheeks with one hand, scolding you and asking where you were going with this act. When he saw your defiant face and your leg brushing against his groin, he kissed you passionately, his hand slowly moving down to your neck as he squeezed it exquisitely.

Tutor!Nanami... But that session of passionate kisses and passive touches wouldn't leave your mind. How he was both aggressive and attentive at the same time. How he kissed you warmly, yet his hands devoured your body. How he held you by the neck as if you were about to escape. His face after kissing you, hot and with an expression that seemed angry, mature. It truly drove you wild, and you couldn't stop fantasizing about him. Something similar was happening on his mind. Sleepless nights, unable to fully concentrate, thinking about you, your attentive nature, your face before and after kissing you, how you could be so sweet yet challenging at the same time.

Tutor!Nanami... But then you'd find a message from him at three in the morning. "I really miss you." His name was underneath the message, signing it, proving it really was him. Without thinking twice, you sent him your location with "i need you ;)" underneath and threw your phone somewhere in your room to stop thinking about it. Very risky.

Tutor!Nanami... But after a few minutes, thinking he was probably thinking about how disgusting and weird you were, someone knocked on your door. When you opened it, you were greeted with needy kisses and two enormous hands entangling your body. You already knew that body, those lips, that taste, everything. You let yourself go, closing the door behind you. He carried you in his arms to your room while whispering in your ear,

"I've never let myself go in my entire life. You've driven me crazy, sweetheart."