▬▬ first scenery: finding her in the sunrise

NANAMI WAS AWOKEN BY THE GLARE OF THE SUN.

Breathing out.

His hands searched for the woman he was with last night . . . Only to realize that he was alone on his bed. After you fell asleep, he cleaned you up for a bit, then went to the living area to pick up his clothes and yours, and wore them back to you. He then snuggled close to you, his face was perfectly resting on your neck and arms wrapped captively around you, and falling asleep.

He could have assumed that you had returned to your unit, but he smelled a faint scent of miso soup lingered on his keen nose.

Ah, she's still there.

Cooking, presumably.

He hoped that his kitchen was still fine.

Nanami rolled on his back, leveraging his one elbow on the bed, and he sat down. Upon standing up, he treaded to his bathroom adjacent to his bedroom and walk-in-closet. He just washed his face there and brushed his teeth before going out.

Once going out, he found you in the kitchen—in front of the stove. You were facing back, taste-testing the miso soup being simmered, while on your right was the sizzling sound of something being fried. By the smell, it was a salmon meal being cooked with sāke, soy sauce, and mirin.

Your hair was up in a messy bun, fastened by a pen you might have taken somewhere from his pad. It took all of his willpower not to look at the shape of your neck, to your shoulders, to your waist, and down to your legs. You trained martial arts to your students—moving quite a lot—thus your body was composed of fairly toned muscles. He remembered how he gave you hickies all over your body and trailed kisses along with you marks. And most of all, for him, you emitted a scent that was beautifully invigorating, like those flowers with subtly sweet fragrances and fresh aromatic nuances.

The first rays of the sun graced you, which revealed more of your beauty. When your presence dwelled in the sunlit kitchen, your beauty highlighted along with your rosy cheeks. You were always the landscape he was about to envision, to be lost in the eternal now that lied in every corner. Amongst the fleeting and the eternal, you stood as a testament to the continuum of enigmatic beauty of life and death.

You had inhabited that every interval of his thoughts, how much more of his reality?

And it was in your eyes where he could read the impossible landscapes of a galaxy continuing to form new stars.

When Nanami was about to approach, you already turned around to see him, for you had sensed his stares at you.

"Good morning," you greeted with a small smile.

"Morning," he simply replied while walking towards you.

"Sorry if I used your kitchen without your consent."

"It's all right," he said as he settled down on one of the bar stools.

It was quite a sight, really, for that early morning—where he could marvel you cooking breakfast without an obstructed view. You casually tossed the fish on the pan, then you took a side-step to pick up the salt and seasoned it a bit. The miso soup might be still on simmer, but you were mostly done with your preparation. On the island counter, the prepping of the salad was done and its dressing was beside the bowl, and the whole serving of tamagoyaki was already cut into four pieces. The rice was done cooking, and now on 'warm' mode, while the plates and utensils were all ready as well.

Out of nothing more than curiosity, his eyes followed your figure as you turned back to look at him.

"You know," she mused, "it's so awkward to watch me cook."

He let out hums against his throat as he cast his eyes downwards. "Now you know what it feels like."

You frowned, tilting your head. "What?"

His lips pulled into a half-moon of a grin. "The last time when Itadori invited us to a dinner."

"Ah–" you nodded redundantly– "right, I remember now."

That night when they were cooking pasta. You were watching him with riveted stares because he looked very attractive while doing it.

"Well, yes–" you then shrugged, facing back to what you were doing– "you seemed to be good at cooking."

"Just a hobby." He mirrored the way you shrugged loosely before he stood up again. You were hearing his footsteps nearing, and before you could anticipate it, he was already standing right behind you. "You're up early," he told you, reaching out to gently grasp your waist, his palms burning through your exposed skin.

You gasped lightly, small burst of pleasant shivers coursing through your body, and you tried to ignore it as much as possible. You didn't know that Nanami was clingy, morning person as if he was drunk. Not that you were complaining, though, because you liked feeling the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed.

"Why? Can't I?" you answered in a form of question as you flipped the salmon again.

"Not much of a cook, are you?" he recited the words you told him last time.

Chuckling, you were amazed that he still remembered your words. Although he appeared so nonchalant that time, it revealed that he was actually paying his attention to you.

"Just the basic stuff, y'see. I could have cooked pancakes, but I remembered that you're not quite fond of sweets."

"Right." Nanami pressed his lips on your nape as his arms were slowly slithering around your waist. "I could've cooked for us both."

"I woke up earlier than you, so," you replied as you comfortably leaned your head back while he was just supporting you. "Besides, you were sleeping soundly, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Mnh, I see."

"And," you continued, "I'm the one who's having free breakfast here, I should at least work for it."

He only smirked then he asked, "Are you feeling all right, though?"

Last night was a bit lot. The way you two fucked was rough and hard—wild, to a certain extent—thus he knew the soreness rippling on hips and waist area; and your insides, mostly. He then placed kisses between your shoulder blades and upper shoulder, peppering his solace on your body. If there was someone he would like take care of, it should be you. But it had been a while since someone cooked for him . . . Was it that he liked the feeling? That it felt good?

"I am, of course."

Your body could recover faster than normal humans. Nanami already knew that, but he was still concerned about it. You were pretty sore last night, yes, and if you and Nanami weren't that tired enough, you could still continue. Not to mention that his thing was too huge for your first time in years, your yesternight was more of a vanilla. You then made a mental note that he could be harder to you next time.

That, only if . . .

As the salmon finally finished cooking, turned the stove off.

You twirled, facing  him. Snaking your arms around his neck, you pushed him with all your weight until his back hit the island counter. He encircled again his arms around your waist in return, pulling you a lot closer to him

"Say, NanaKen," you said as you smiled a little bit shyly, "last night . . ."

"Hm?" Nanami's golden lashes fluttered when he angled his head down on you, while his heraldic emerald eyes shone in the morning light.

" . . . You like it?"

There was a hesitancy in your voice, and an immediate frown rose on his forehead. "What do you mean?"

The way you phrased your sentence, it didn't align with him.

You read the expression on his face right away.

"You know what I am, don't you?" There was guilt seen through your words, almost too apologetic.

"What you are?" he repeated carefully, but his obliviousness still bled through.

"Stop pretending." The corners of your eyes softened, brushing his cheeks with your fingertips. "You know my history, the horrible things I have done in the past . . ."

The were words you couldn't weave, because the truths about you were very incomprehensible, and thus your sudden silence spoke for you.

"So?" Nanami uttered, unbothered.

"What 'so'?"

Couldn't he grasp the gravity of your sins and mistakes?

"It matters not," he told you as if he read your mind.

Of course Nanami was aware. He knew. He knows.

He was meeting your eyes that were widened, astounded.

And then, there was a gentle, soulful gaze was carved the way his eyes met yours.

The Thine Highness is beautiful. You are beautiful. You were beautiful in a way no other woman he'd ever known was beautiful. You made him feel things he knew that he shouldn't—it was gratifying, but very frightening at the same time.

"My whole being is a curse . . ." Out of the honesty of your heart, you spoke.

A huge part of you was a curse, yes, and it didn't stop you from getting magnetized by him.

You had the power to command the love of the mankind to you, yet your very being had lost the ability to feel any attraction to humans anymore, yet Nanami played a big role for you to gain back that ability again. All he did was to be respectful of you, given how twisted you personality was. If someone had to be assigned being with you, having a huge amount of tolerance was a prerequisite, and he didn't need to act like one because he already was.

"Everyone's a curse, Your Highness," he professed, cupping your chin with his warm hands. "No one's different from you."

"But to me, you're not." He was beautiful to you, he lulled the torrential storm in you. Just having him by your side, he could put you in the most tranquil state of peace.

You and Nanami were the polar opposite of each other. Nanami could humble you with your ego, keeping you on the ground whenever you couldn't find your own feet. He was the constant reminder that you were also a human, that you didn't have to be perfect and invincible like you had always thought. The castle of pride you had built bricks by bricks, he demolished it all. For him, you were allowed to be hurt, to be tired, to have someone to lean on to . . . You were free to be vulnerable without any verdicts, he'd just accept you fully, and thus, he was the sole person worthy of your fellowship.

"You're not so sure of that." A teasing remark radiated on his beautiful face. "There's more to everything than what existed right before one's eyes, don't you agree?"

Your face fell, pouting. He had just stolen the words you told him before. Again.

"We're all stained, Your Highness," he added. "We're all broken, because it's our fate—it's how we are made."

"You don't hate me?"

It was natural to ask; all of the things you had done and the years you had lived, you still didn't know what life means.

"Why are you asking, though?" Nanami relaxed his body, tucking the loosened strands of your hair behind your ear.

"Last night," you started, pausing a little just to rethink what you were about to say, "I like it . . . And I'm hoping to keep doing it with you." Your heart was beating loud as you confessed to him along with your cheeks that were burned into light pink now. Nanami only grinned like a devil as if to tease you more, so you lightly hit him in the shoulders. "I just want to sort out the issue regarding me . . ." The curse part of your identity. "If you're okay with that fact, or you don't hate me . . . At least."

It was better to confront the matter with you, and better to know already if he wanted to continue that kind of . . . relationship, per se. Last night was born out of sexual hunger and needs, and without minding everything, you and Nanami were being led by their burning desire. And here now, the very first thing in the morning, laying out your inhibitions—embarrassing enough so that it took courage to speak the words aloud.

Nanami sighed, "Do you think I'd still let you in here if I hate you?"

"You don't hate me, then?" you asked again in a somber tone, then lifting your eyes to give him a hopeful look.

Nanami only studied you. He had a way of looking at you as if he was going to melt you like an ice with his stares. His stares could slice through your steely persona, see past through the layers of your skin, and then penetrate you down to your bones. Like a specimen under a microscope, he could read and observe everything you kept hidden beneath the surface, it was as though nothing could escape his sharp eyes.

"Well, not really hate, but I really used to dislike you." Nanami would be lying if he didn't. "You were prudent, lacking etiquettes, tactless, foul-mouthed to at fault—"

"Ouch."

"a drunkard, an addict—"

"Hey!"

"—and had a god-size narcissistic and sociopathic tendencies."

"A'ight!" You separated yourself from him and had your hands up in surrender. "You hate me."

Nanami smirked again, getting entertained at your disappointed and defeated face. Before you could put a distance from him, he hurriedly grabbed your arm to prevent you from taking another step.

"You could also be so cold and detached," he added, gently pulling you back to him. "And if I could rip your soul out of your body, your sins and wretchedness would spill out."

"Wow, that's comforting." You almost rolled your eyes just to mask your discomfort as Nanami unveiled all of your unredeemable flaws.

"Mm-hm, because you were not the woman of my dreams, the very opposite of the things I like about girls. You nagged a lot, you bitched about everything, you said things without consideration, and your tongue is too loud to trust."

"Uh-huh, I'm touched." You faked your tone, trying to break free from his grasp, but he isn't tightened even more. "Can you just–" your annoyance doubled, using some strength to free yourself– "let me go?" You still needed to plate the meal you prepared, then have breakfast, and leave. Although you already lost your appetite just hearing Nanami's words, but somehow, you also needed to play it cool.

Busy trying to unlatch his grip on you, there came Nanami's other arm to wrap it around your waist, then pulling you to another back hug.

"But," he prompted, "no matter how much I deny it, I like being with you."

You could have squealed right on spot, but your excitement was replaced by soft gasps as he squeezed your waist that sent a thousand bolts of lightning to wake up your soul.

"I don't know what's with you, but I open up easily to you. There are things that I can't tell to anybody else, but to you, you must be the exemption." He then spun you around to face him. "Right, it's because you always have been a free spirit." Nanami bent his head down a little and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before embracing you completely again. "Being with you makes me feel so free and brings the life out of me."

Nanami could get so caught up in self-awareness that wasn't able to do anything at all in life. He had been so focused on his every move and breath for half his life being a sorcerer, only to realize he never looked at the bigger picture. His life had been so isolated and constantly overwhelmed the way his life revolved in sorcery.

He could be the real him whenever he was with you, it was as though he could take off of his mask and be the person he really wanted to be—that kind of bliss of not thinking about anything and just be able to feel . . . Just wanting to get lost in you.

"But I'm a curse," you told him again, emphasizing that irrefutable fact. "And like what you've said, my sins and wretchedness would spill out if you rip my soul out . . ."

You were a sinner, a tainted saint, the cursed phase of life, the fall with no grace.

"That's the beauty of you, I guess. You're not as perfect as others would think, but you are also not also the sins you committed and the wretchedness in you doesn't define you."

Such beautiful words, and you could only dream while awake. Your life had been so sad, and yet you repressed everything and not even considering weeping over it. You, in your vague essence, are nothing. You had no reality, just floating around like a whimsical speck of irrelevancy.

You knew who you are, but had no clue who you are. Both the narrator and main character of your own life. You had spent the entirety of your thousand years just analyzing yourself from the third person perspective. Every word, every action, every thought—they were carefully being curated to create different characters. You knew a lot of yourself, yet it also felt that you knew nothing about it. You had no idea whether your feelings were real or whether you fabricated them in order to fit your artificial identity. It was absolutely horrible, knowing that even your truest self might not actually be your truest self. You were just creating that "truest self" to fill the void in your soul . . . And you didn't feel human at all.

You had lived different lives, and you weren't sure who you are in this fleeting world. How many boxes had you already opened? Only to find each box empty, nothing. You had achieved so much all throughout your lifetime, but you hoped you could be proud as you should have. You just found no sense to everything. You had different boats to sail, but the worst thing was that there no single boat sailed to life, only drifting aimlessly to nothingness. You had no ambitions, and you dwelled in the pleasures of having no ambitions at all. And finding death wasn't a reasonable ambition at all.

Yet . . . How could you not dream of him? And how could I not?

Was it wrong to feel like a human again? To connect to the spark you had lost?

It was like Nanami's hand had a life of its own and he cupped your cheeks. Despite your sins and wretchedness, you really had an angelic face. As he peeked into the fathomless eyes of yours, he would lose himself. Being near you felt so right and wrong at the same time. You made him feel things that he shouldn't feel; really, it was blissful, but also terrifying. You were a walking contradiction, a living dichotomy.

But despite that . . .

"You're the sin I'm willing to commit . . . Every time, again and again, many times." He didn't mind whether you were a curse or a sinner at all. It was incomprehensible . . . Maybe because his brain rewrote your character and created a new personality basing on how he wanted to interpret you.

The absurd idea of you made him accept you for who you were. Despite the danger of your existence, he somehow found a strange, mysterious way of envisioning those absurdities. He wasn't sure of how to explain it, but he would envision you of which he could not even conceive—that was how vague you were. And the vagueness of your character had colored his tedious life.

As he held your face carefully, he lowered his head to give you a smooth kiss on your lips. It was illogical but instinctive, not wanting to be aware of what he was doing. You were too beautiful and he just wanted to kiss you.

You softly exhaled as you felt his mouth on yours. Without any second thoughts, you immediately threw your arms around his neck, tiptoeing, and pulled him closer to you.

It was light and feathery at first, exchanging stares just to get drown in each other's immeasurable depths of eye contacts and connection. Nanami tilted his head and pressed his lips harder on you. It didn't take long when you got lost on his hot and delicious touches and mouth. You loved on how he alternated his approach to drown you more into him. From those light brushes of his lips to close and open-mouthed kisses.

The tip of his tongue grazed your upper lip, then biting your lower lip as though asking you if he could deepen the kiss. You parted your lips in response, and thus his kisses grew bolder and his tongue gliding silkily in as if he was exploring a hidden paradise. You welcomed his tongue with yours, matching the intensity of his rhythm.

Damn. Just . . . Holy fuck.

You were a good kisser yourself, and he felt he was going to lose his mind.

You were sensually caressing the every inch of his neck, whilst his hands were roaming freely from your upper back to the lower parts and to your toned abdomen.

Taking brief breaks from his mouth, it only increased your desire kiss him more—Nanami was feeling the same way about it. He would swirled the tip of his tongue on yours in circles, and you would just mimic what he was doing. There were moments that he would trap your tongue with his teeth, biting it gently to suck the heavenly tastes of your mouth—it never failed you to moan loudly satisfied. Good thing that you had your arms were around him, because you'd surely fall on the ground for he could make you weak with his mouth alone.

You two continued kissing passionately, until each one of you were hungry for oxygen. Panting while moaning softly, the kiss was cut. Your lips were still against him, savoring each second being intimate with each other.

As soon as his breaths were recovered, Nanami moved his head upwards and gave your forehead a peck before he possessively embraced you.

You tipped your head up just to look at him. Slightly inebriated, your lips curves into a small, sheepish grin.

"Are we . . ?" You awkwardly tried to ask him. "Do you?"

It would be easier to ask someone to be your "partner in bed" if they didn't know about your dirty little secret . . . And out of the billion people in the world, right here and right now, Nanami Kento was the only person you wanted. It would really be a blessing from the heaven if he wanted you as well.

Before you could even complete your sentence, he already said:

"Yes, Your Highness." Then he reached for your head and brushed your hair dearly.

Nanami was well aware of the unknown territory he was about to venture in. He wasn't sure about his feelings for you, but he was certain of the lust lingering between you two. Last night was intense and beautiful, and the happenings were still fresh on his mind . . . Now, the answer for his confusion was lit on his mind abruptly.

He fancied you—really, he does.

He knew that you must be feeling the same way for him.

A novelty, yet also a passing fancy.

Not knowing how long until that "fancy" wore off, but in the present moment, you were the sunrises that radiated from his sun.

Your presence was a ray of golden flames. It was irresistibly inviting, a fatalistic attraction, and his feelings were gothic, and he was willing enough to burn.

You and Nanami had breakfast next, and talked a lot of stuff that you didn't mind the time you spent with him. You even presented to do his laundry and change his sheets, but he insisted that he'd take care it, which you were thankful for, because you completely forgot that you still had work today and had to meet the higher-ups at 9 AM.

It was 8:15 AM when you got back in your unit, and you had to squeeze your remaining forty-five minutes on taking a bath, pick an outfit to wear for today, your hairstyle, your skin care and make-up . . . A LOT OF STUFF!

Twenty minutes before nine, Satoru would be here in any moment because he volunteered to pick you up, and you just got out of bathroom.

You already had your bra and undies on and you plopped your hair with a microfiber towel, but you still hadn't chosen what would you wear. Before you could do so, you sat in front of your vanity mirror to start doing your skin care routine. It took you roughly ten minutes to finish the basic sequence, then you picked up your skin tint—slash—moisturizer as the base for your make-up. You were going for a natural, dewy-glow look like the usual. Although in most days, you felt like shit and wouldn't put any make-up at all. You still had some minutes, and your escort hadn't arrived yet (knowing that Satoru would be late as well).

The next thing you took was your loose powder—just to set your face to achieve an illuminating finish. You grabbed your multipurpose gel blush after, and put some on your cheeks and eyes. You'd settled using this easy-to-use product, because most of the time you were lazy to use any special tools to enhance your beauty, and you just had to blend the substance with your fingers, and ta-da, your blush was done. You didn't have to work on your eyebrows as well, because they were already perfect on its own.

Upon grabbing your eyelashes curler, it was when you heard a shrilling, annoying voice in your living area.

"The ever-beautiful, good-looking Gojo Satoru has arrived!"

So he said.

"Ryuuuuuseeiiiiii~! ♡ You ready?"

You only cringed at his declaration. Gojo bought this unit for you and went there before, teleporting there in a precise point was easy for him.

Then an idea came across you mind. You'd like to have his help to end your misery about choosing what to wear.

"Sato!" you called aloud from your bedroom. "Help!"

The white-haired heard no urgency from your voice, so he casually sauntered towards the door of your bedroom.

Inside, he saw you in front of you mirror, now putting mascara on your lashes. You even barely clothed, only with your silky, mini kimono bathrobe. Your creamy complexion was being exposed, your bare legs even, and the swell of your bosoms.

"Nanda, you still not done?" Nevertheless, Gojo didn't care, and he could look at you without malice.

"Yeah, I procrastinated." You shrugged as you focused on coating your eyelashes with the cosmetic product. And there was no lie in that; you overstayed at Nanami's.

Gojo only chuckled. You two really shared the same personality.

"Then? What kind of help I can offer?"

"Please pick a fit for me!" You practically pouted your lips. Time was running out and you still hadn't finished your make-up.

"Geh." There was an ounce of whining on his voice. "What am I? Your stylist?"

You snickered, "Leave the fashion to you, right?"

Satoru only shook his head, cackling lowly. "Why don't you just wear a standard jujutsu uniform? So that you wouldn't stress yourself everyday about what you're gonna wear."

"Nah, that would be too boring."

"Right, right," Satoru nonchalantly uttered as he went to your wardrobe, either way. He had picked styles for you many times now, and it probably became an automatic duty for him whenever he was around.

Gojo Satoru would look at you like some other generic girls. For him, you were a sibling that got separated from him during birth, thus, he would see you more as a sister—if not, then a kindred spirit. He was also told many times that you were like the female version of the Gojo Satoru. And he wasn't blind not to notice. Having you in the world of sorcery was actually reassuring, and being able to stand next to him could bring relief to every chemical of anxiety creeping through his bloodstreams. Being the strongest was a lifetime title, and he was both sorry and thankful that he was able to impart the burden with you.

He would glance at you from time to time while he scanned your clothes. Nothing escaped his Six Eyes, not even the color of the aura you were currently emitting—he'd like to match it with your outfit.

There was a glint in your eyes that he knew you were . . . happy?

Not just to your eyes, but to your face and skin as well, which got a lovely, pinkish flush.

"I know this is uncalled for," he started the conversation as he picked a luxurious emerald loose, button down satin blouse from the wardrobe, "but you really look pretty today, Ryusei."

It reflected the flow of your cursed energy as well, as if he was admiring the steady course of a calm river.

"Oh." You didn't expect his compliment. "Thank you, Satoru."

So you weren't just assuming it to yourself. Your lips were fuller, redder, and plumper—all hail to Nanami's sweet kisses. Your body felt lighter as if you were in the best shape of your life. With your skin, you naturally blush easily, but after last night, you immediately received the effects of blush, promoting you a clear, pretty rose cheeks.

You wanted to daydream more of the events you had last night, but Satoru cut you off.

"You got laid, didn't you?"

Your mind lagged for second while brushing a matte lipstick on your lips.

"Yeah," you replied as reservedly—unlike the usual.

He pursed his lips. "Good for you."

Getting laid was the very thing you really needed after a week of bullshittery. You were also going to a mission after the meeting with higher-ups, and he hoped you didn't outdone yourself. Since you'd be having another mission, he chose a high-waisted, wide-legged jeans for easy mobility and an overcoat to keep you warm.

As you were done with make-up, you sealed the look with a cooling spray, then sprinting towards the bathroom, removing your hair towel, and turn your hair dryer on to put volume on your hair. Good thing it was a goood hair day and your hair was going a long well with you.

Gojo hanged the clothes he picked somewhere in the changing area of your walk-in closet.

Once you were done with your hair, exiting the bathroom, you pealed your robe off and grabbed the clothes Satoru picked.

"With whom?" He tried to pry as he got an intriguing look.

You didn't mind changing in front of him, because was more of a gentleman—very opposite to the popular belief of him.

"Secret. No clue." You showed him your tongue then you rushed to your changing area while Gojo stayed behind to scan your footwear collections.

He smirked. "Y'know, it is very faint, but someone's cursed energy is being mixed with yours."

"Oi!" You sounded defensive. With that, a heat of embarrassment painted on your cheeks. "Don't even go in there!"

There was no way Satoru wouldn't find out with that small clue alone.

Someone's cursed energy was already a deadass giveaway; meaning, the person you were with last night was a sorcerer.

Gojo went motionless upon realizing who he was. And it didn't took a logical investigation and a common sense not to know.

He then gasped loudly after recovering from the shock.

"Na—" Gojo couldn't still believe that it was him, so he covered his mouth with hands that he still hadn't closed. "NANAMI???"

Your shoulders sagged, puffing out a tired breath.

Busted already.

Cursed his Six Eyes!

"Nanamin?" he repeated, asking for a confirmation. "THE Nanami Kento? Our 7:3 Sorcerer?"

His nosy ass was grating your ears, so you just answered, "Yep, the one and only."

It was as if he went back to being a pre-pubescent teenage boy, Gojo rolled on floor while squealing a long kyaaaaaaaaaahhh.

"The fuck, Satoru?" you reprimanded, annoyed, and grabbed the nearest object you could find and threw it at him. Thankfully it was your slippers hitting his leg; if it was something hard and heavy, it would hurt him because his Infinity was currently switched off.

After laughing his heart out, he sat down while wiping his tears. "Gomen, gomen. I just find it very unexpected."

"What unexpected?" you grumbled while tucking your top on your pants.

"Nothing~" he replied with a tune. "It seems like Nanamin has lowered his standards."

"Huh?" Your lips frowned upon hearing him. "What do you mean by that?"

With his sentence alone, it slightly ruined your confidence.

"I've seen those girls Nanamin dated before," he answered, frolicked, kneeling down to choose a pair of shoes for you. "And oh boy, dude have very distinct and sophisticated standards."

You cocked a brow, planting a hand on your hip. "What standard?" you said as if acknowledging a challenge.

His lips stretched up, teasing you. "Y'know? someone who's not like you?"

You marched towards him to punch him but his shield was already up.

"You, you, you! You're such an asshole." You were puffing, annoyed, as you went back to your closet to wear your your holster strap and put your weapons on.

Nanami had told you himself. You were never the girl of his dreams—a sad fact, really.

"What kind of standards they are?" You couldn't help but ask about it; there was no way someone was higher than you, prettier than you, smarter than you, more charming like you—any pleasant adjectives ever invented.

"Let's see, let's see," he uttered, thinking about the previous girls Nanami dated. "Someone who's high class."

You tilted your head. "I'm a high class," you said as a matter-of-factly.

"Like, from a thousand years ago?"

You scrunched up your face. "Even so still. That's an indisputable truth: I'm from the ancient royal blood."

"All right, you are," he cackled. "Then, someone who's highly educated."

"I am highly educated," you told him and wore your foot socks. "I have multiple degrees, master's degrees, PhDs, whatnots."

"Although in different identities?"

"At least, I still am." You shrugged.

"Then, someone who's eloquent, soft-spoken, and sophisticatedly articulate."

You frowned. That part failed you, but you still held you chin up. And like how an eloquent, soft-spoken, and sophisticatedly articulate person would speak, you replied, "I can work on that."

Satoru smirked, a thought came across his head. "Then," he said once again, "someone who's a human."

Your thin brows knitted together upon hearing him.

Your little frown pleased him.

Then you sighed as if your energy had drained.

"I hate you," you said to Gojo and went to your bed laid down on it.

You might have every earthly title on your name, but never the title of being a human.

"C'mon now, Ryusei." He noticed the fluctuation of your cursed energy and mood. "That mere fact affects you?" Gojo sat down on the edge of your bed while holding the shoes he chose—a three-inch black pumps.

"Yeah," you answered truthfully.

The strongest sorcerer grabbed your foot and let you wear your heels, and he did the same to your other one.

"You're oddly competitive to those girls, aren't you?" Despite your unflinching stance, Satoru already realized that he spoke the truth. "Do you really like Nanami that much?"

"Uh-huh," you said in a nonchalant tone, "he's good in bed."

Gojo cringed, almost gagging in disgust. "TMI, Ryusei, TMI."

This time, you were the one who laughed. "That matter aside, if he dated before, why he's still not in a relationship now?"

"Few reasons, I guess." He shrugged and laid on the beside you, and together with you, he stared at the ceiling. "He got no time."

"Oh, I got so much time. I can give him time." Plus points to you. "The other one?"

"A girlfriend of him almost got in an accident when a special grade cursed spirit unexpectedly attacked the place of their date. It might have traumatized the girl, and he had no choice but to break up with her and had her memories erased."

"Aww, that's sad." You could sympathize, but deep inside it rejoiced you. "I can protect myself. I can protect him. I can protect everyone."

"Right, you can," he laughed, aware of your overwhelming abilities.

"The other one?" you questioned, not minding time running amidst of you.

"The last one, just over a year ago," answered Gojo. "One of the sorcerers as well, strong girl, second grade, had a good cursed technique."

"What happened?"

"The usual, she quitted. Couldn't handle the stress being one, prolly."

"Really?" you wondered. You'd been through a lot of stress your own as well, and still, you never quitted. "Even being in a relationship with THE Nanami Kento, she ended it?"

"Uh-huh. A great loss for her, don't you think?"

"Yeah." Who would let of the Nanami Kento? He was a the greatest standard earth ever had.
"There's more?"

"Not sure. Some were just flings, nothing serious."

So, to put it simply, those girls were nothing like you. You were everything that they were not. You were strong, talented, and wise, you could protect him better than anyone else (although you knew that he could take care of himself and didn't need your protection). But you had all the shots, you are incomparable, self-proclaomed perfect for him.

"Ready to go now?" Gojo prompted as he pushed himself up.

"Yeah," you answered, sitting down to stand up. "We're so late. Is our assistant manager waiting for us?"

"Nah, we're gonna teleport there."

"Why?" You walked back to your vanity and wore your wrist watch and necklace.

"It's because I lied~" Satoru said happily while whistling mischievously. "Our meeting with the higher-ups should be at eight, not nine! HAHAHA!"

You scoffed at how petty he was. "You're insufferable."

"I know," he proudly said.

"Do you have any idea what would the meeting be like?"

"Nothing important." Gojo took your overcoat and helped you wear it. "Since they are now aware with your real abilities, they'd try to intimidate or threaten to execute you or something."

"They can never execute me."

"They know that they can't, that's why they must have come up with a plan to control you."

You gave him a bored look. Control you? As if. They couldn't even put a leash on Gojo, how much more to you?

"Control you by means of giving you an incredible amount of special grades or overseas missions—lousy ones, even."

"That's–" you trailed, imagining how tedious it would be– "fucked up."

"I know," Satoru chuckled lifelessly.

As soon as you were done fixing yourself, you and Gojo exited your bedroom and treaded towards the living area. He clapped his hands once, then quickly put an arm around your shoulders. He had just activated his hand seal for his teleportation technique.

He was mentally locating the direction of the Tokyo Tech, connecting two points within different spots. Gradually and surely, he felt small sparks activating on his skin. The exhilaration was too brittle and any time, things would snap. Just like lightnings, activating his jutsu shiki struck in a silent flash. It made a branching path that reached his desired location that lasted only a fraction of a second.

Alas, you two had arrived to the building where the meeting would held.

"And oh, one more thing," Gojo declared before entering the front doors of the structure.

"What's it?"

"Keep whatever you have with Nanami low-key," he said. "The higher-ups are desperate to find a weak link on you, and they might take it on him."

Annoyance was suddenly shot up on your veins.

They really fear me, huh?

Then, that's good.

Fear was good in order to manipulate them.

Huffing, you flipped your hair, unbothered like a queen you were.

"I'd like to see 'em try," you cooed. Because if they did, you'd be their greatest misery up to their seventh generation.

Gojo delighted in your confidence, his laughter was echoing throughout the dark hallways. "You really are adorable, Ryusei~♡"

"Oh, shut up," you grumbled, shivering in disgust.

"So adorable that I wanna make you as my keychain! ♡"

"Fuck off."

No matter how fed you up with his annoying antics, he didn't stop annoying you.

"I thought you're gonna work on being eloquent, soft-spoken, and sophisticatedly articulate?"

You crinkled your nose. "Only when I'm with Nanami."

With that, he only laughed out loud.

so,,, nothing rlly happened lol
and it's longer than i expected
i sucked at writing romantic scenes
and yall better forgive me to that
for now also, let's enjoy fluff.

here are some sketches btw

nanami that morning

y/n waking up on nanami's bed
sketched this last three years ago??
yall get the idea

another nanamin sketch/book cover
i drew it for someone but i can't finish
the whole thing bc im a mfing asshole
but yeah, sharing it here

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