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Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 13 - What comes after
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: sigh… i love him idc. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 12} ; {next}
taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie @clp-84
࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The drive to the location Toji sent you feels longer than it should. Maybe it’s because your mind is racing, or maybe it’s the late hour amplifying the stillness of the world outside. You pull into the dimly lit park, heart pounding, and spot him immediately—slouched on a bench, an empty whiskey bottle dangling precariously from his fingers. He looks utterly defeated, the sharp edges of his usual confidence dulled by whatever demons have led him here.
You step out of the car and approach cautiously. His head tilts slightly at the sound of your footsteps, but he doesn’t fully acknowledge you. Instead, he mumbles something incoherent, his words slurred.
“Toji.” Your voice is firm, sharper than you intended. “Get up. You’re coming with me. Your parents can‘t see you like this.“
He looks up at you with bleary eyes, his face flushed from alcohol. “Y-you came,” he slurs, his words tumbling over each other. “Missed you… swear I missed you. I’m sorry, okay? For everything. Just… I’m sorry.”
You don’t reply, don’t give him the satisfaction of even a hint of forgiveness right now. Instead, you focus on getting him upright, looping one of his heavy arms over your shoulders and guiding him to the car. His steps are unsteady, his weight pressing into you as he leans more than he should.
The entire drive back, he’s rambling. “You… you don’t get it,” he slurs, his head lolling back against the seat. “You think I’m just some… some asshole, huh? You hate me. I can’t… I hate me too, okay?” His words are fragmented but raw, the emotions behind them impossible to ignore.
You grip the steering wheel tighter, keeping your focus on the road. He keeps going, his voice breaking every now and then. “I never wanted to hurt you… never wanted to… God, you probably think I’m a piece of shit.”
You don’t respond. You just drive, his drunken words filling the silence.
When you finally reach your apartment, you manage to drag him inside. He’s heavier than he looks, and he isn’t exactly helping. As soon as you guide him into your room, he collapses onto your bed, sprawling across it like he owns the place.
“Toji, get up,” you say, exasperated.
“Nah,” he mutters, burying his face into your pillow. “This is… I’m good here.”
You roll your eyes, but there’s no real malice behind it. Instead, you sigh and kneel down, tugging his shoes off one by one. When you straighten up, his eyes are on you, glassy but sincere.
“You’re… too good,” he murmurs. “Too good for me. Always have been. Don’t deserve you… don’t deserve this.”
“Toji, just sleep,” you say, voice softer than before, despite your frustration.
He doesn’t listen. “I’m sorry,” he continues, his voice breaking. “For everything I said. For… all of it. You… you didn’t deserve that. Not you.”
Your chest tightens at his words, but you don’t respond. Instead, you awkwardly climb into bed beside him, keeping as much distance as possible.
“I mean it,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper now. “You’re… you’re the only good thing. Always have been. I just… I ruin everything.”
Tears sting at your eyes, but you blink them away. “We’ll talk in the morning, Toji,” you whisper, your voice trembling.
He nods faintly, and before long, his breathing evens out. You lie awake for a while, your mind racing with everything he’s said.
When you wake, the sunlight streaming through the window, you’re wrapped in his arms. His grip is loose but firm enough to hold you in place. You tilt your head slightly, studying his face in the soft morning light. There’s a scar on his lip, jagged and slightly faded. It hits you, a memory he once let slip years ago—that his older brother, Jinichi, gave him that scar during a fight. What had struck you most then was how casually he’d mentioned it, as if it were normal.
The thought churns uneasily in your stomach. His parents never punished Jinichi for it, just like they never seemed to care about all the other ways they neglected him. No wonder he resented his family, always carrying that bitterness like a second skin.
You carefully extract yourself from his hold, slipping out of bed without waking him. After a quick trip to the kitchen, you return with a glass of water, some painkillers, and a simple breakfast.
To your surprise, he’s already awake when you walk in. He sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and you wordlessly hand him the plate.
“Thanks,” he mutters, his voice hoarse.
The two of you eat in silence, the tension in the room palpable.
When you finally break the quiet, your voice is steady but firm. “Do you want to talk about last night?”
He glances at you, then looks away, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “Yeah,” he says, barely audible.
You wait, giving him the space to speak.
“I’m sorry,” he finally says, his voice low. “For… everything. I ain’t good with this… this kinda shit, but… I know I fucked up. A lot.”
“You did,” you say, your voice soft but unyielding. “And I can’t just… pretend like everything’s okay now. You’ve hurt me, Toji. A lot more than you probably realize.”
He nods, still not meeting your eyes. “I know. And I ain’t expectin’ you to just… forgive me like that. But… I’m gonna make it right. However long it takes.”
You study him for a moment before nodding. “We can try… being friends. Maybe.”
His lips twitch into something that almost resembles a smile. “Yeah. Friends.”
Neither of you mentions the way you woke up tangled in each other’s arms.
As you clear the dishes, Toji sits back, lost in thought. In his mind, he recalls waking up in the middle of the night, your face illuminated by the moonlight. He remembers thinking how beautiful you looked, how peaceful.
Your full lips had been slightly parted as you slept, and his hand had rested lightly on your hip, almost as if it belonged there. He’d never noticed the softness of your skin before, but last night it had been impossible to ignore.
It hit him then, like a punch to the gut. You were… everything. Too good, too kind, too beautiful.
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 7 - Beyond First Impressions
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: i love them. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 6} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves as he glanced at the clock on his desk. It was 9:15 AM, just enough time to leave and make it to the community center by 9:45. Punctuality wasn’t just a habit for him; it was an expectation. He hated being late. Still, a part of him wondered why he had agreed to this at all. Volunteer work was not something he typically did, but when you had asked—so insistent, so sure he’d secretly enjoy it—he found himself unable to say no.
He made his way to the hallway, pulling on his shoes with practiced efficiency. The soft hum of conversation from the kitchen grew louder as his parents noticed him preparing to leave.
“Nanami,” his father’s voice came first, sharp and questioning. “Where are you going?”
“To a food drive,” he replied evenly, not looking up as he tied his laces.
“A food drive?” His mother appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed as she surveyed him. “Why? You’re a law student, not a volunteer coordinator. What purpose does this serve?”
Nanami rose to his full height, meeting her gaze with calm detachment. “Not everything has to serve a purpose.”
His father let out a disapproving scoff. “Time is a resource, Nanami. You’ve always been disciplined about how you use it. Why waste it on something like this?”
“Time spent helping others isn’t wasted,” he replied curtly. His parents were intelligent people, but their view of the world often felt limited, measured in tangible gains rather than intangible impacts.
His mother’s expression softened slightly, though the tension in her tone remained. “It’s just… unexpected. You’ve always been focused on your goals. This seems unnecessary.”
Nanami met her words with silence. There was no point in arguing further. Grabbing his bag, he moved toward the door. “I’ll see you later.”
He left before either of them could respond, his steps steady and purposeful as he made his way to the community center.
The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. It was a flurry of motion—tables lined with donations, volunteers chatting as they sorted and packed food into neat bags. The noise was different from the usual silence of his library job or the precise discourse of a lecture hall.
And then he saw you. You stood near one of the tables, your face lit with excitement as you waved to him. The smile you wore was bright enough to compete with the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
“You made it!” you said as you walked over, your voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “And on time, too. I’m impressed.”
“I said I’d come,” he replied, his tone steady, though he couldn’t quite ignore the slight warmth in your expression.
“Fair enough,” you said, hands on your hips as you gestured toward the tables. “Come on, we’ve got work to do. Ready to roll up your sleeves?”
He followed you without comment, and soon the two of you were stationed at a table sorting canned goods. It was simple, methodical work—exactly the kind of thing Nanami excelled at. His movements were efficient, his rows of cans stacked neatly.
“You’re pretty fast at this,” you said after a while, glancing at his organized piles compared to your slightly messier one.
“It’s straightforward work,” he replied, his tone dry as he eyed your less-than-perfect stacks. “Unlike yours.”
You gasped in mock offense, placing a hand over your heart. “Are you criticizing my organizational skills?”
“I’m observing,” he said, his smirk barely visible but unmistakably there.
“Careful, Nanami,” you teased, narrowing your eyes playfully. “That almost sounded like a joke.”
“Almost,” he admitted, his voice calm but lighter than usual.
As the minutes turned into hours, Nanami found himself surprisingly at ease. The work, though repetitive, was oddly satisfying. And then there was you—chatty and energetic, your humor keeping the atmosphere light. It wasn’t something he was used to, but he didn’t mind it.
A child approached then, holding a box of cereal. The boy looked up at Nanami with wide, curious eyes, then glanced between the two of you.
“Are you two dating?” the boy asked innocently, his voice cutting through the hum of activity around you.
Nanami froze, his composure momentarily slipping as the question hung in the air.
You, on the other hand, burst out laughing, quickly covering your mouth as you tried to stifle the sound. “No, no, we’re not. But that’s a very sweet question,” you said, your tone warm as you crouched down to meet the boy’s gaze.
The boy shrugged, apparently satisfied, and wandered off, leaving Nanami still standing stiffly.
You straightened up, turning to him with a grin. “Relax,” you said, nudging his arm lightly. “He’s just a kid. You look like you’ve been accused of a crime.”
He exhaled slowly, the tension easing from his shoulders. “He caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“Noted,” you replied, your grin softening into something gentler.
By the time the food drive ended, the sun was low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the street outside. You wiped your hands on a towel and turned to him with a satisfied smile.
“It’s getting late,” he said, his voice steady but quieter than usual. “I’ll walk you home.”
You blinked in surprise, then smiled. “Really? Thanks, Nanami.”
The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while, the quiet of the evening settling around you. As you passed a small ice cream stand, you stopped abruptly.
“Wait. We need ice cream.”
“Do we?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” you said, already stepping toward the stand. You didn’t wait for his answer, quickly ordering two cones. Handing one to him, you grinned. “My treat. Consider it a thank-you for volunteering.”
He took the cone with a small nod. “It’s good,” he said after a bite.
“Of course it is,” you said confidently, as though there was never any doubt.
As you walked, you began to talk about your volunteer work in other countries—building schools in rural villages, helping at medical camps, organizing clean water initiatives. Your voice grew animated as you described the people you’d met, the lessons you’d learned, and the challenges you’d faced.
Nanami listened intently, his ice cream forgotten as he took in your words. He’d always assumed you were a privileged socialite, someone who flitted from one frivolous event to another. But now, he saw a depth to you he hadn’t expected.
“You’ve done a lot,” he said finally, his tone thoughtful.
You shrugged, glancing at him. “It’s important to me. I’m lucky to have the resources, so why not use them to help others?”
He nodded slowly, his respect for you growing in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
When you finally reached your building, you hesitated for a moment before turning to him. “There’s a charity event next week. My parents are hosting, but it’s for a good cause. You should come.”
“Another one?” he asked, his tone wry but not dismissive.
“Yes. Consider it practice for networking,” you said with a teasing smile.
He thought for a moment, then gave a small nod. “I’ll be there.”
Your smile widened, radiant in the soft light of the evening. “Great. See you then, Nanami.”
He watched as you disappeared inside, then turned and began the walk home, the faint taste of ice cream still lingering on his tongue and your laughter echoing faintly in his mind.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 12 - Ghosted and Guilty
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: pretend like it‘s different times. got lazy teehee. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 11} ; {next}
taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie
࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 6 - Breaking the Routine
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: maybe this’ll take away some of the sadness y’all got from the latest toji chapter LMAOOOO! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 5} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 11 - Dinner and Disdain
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: how we doing…? SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 10} ; {next}
taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie
࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The dining room was tense, the air thick with unsaid words and resentments. Toji sat across the table from you, his head tilted slightly, eyes cast downward, focusing intently on the food on his plate. The clinking of silverware was the only noise cutting through the silence between you both. Your parents and his adoptive parents chatted away like old friends, their laughter and warm tones only emphasizing the heavy wall between you and him.
“Y/N, you barely touched your food,” your mom said, her voice cutting through your quiet frustration.
“I’m fine, Mom,” you said quickly, stabbing at a piece of broccoli just to stop her from asking again.
Toji’s mother, a kind woman with a perpetual smile, glanced at him. “And Toji, you’ve barely said two words all evening.”
Toji grunted, his usual noncommittal response, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth.
The parents exchanged looks but didn’t push. Soon enough, they excused themselves to enjoy the garden, leaving you and Toji to clean up the aftermath.
You immediately got up, stacking plates in silence. Toji did the same, moving with the kind of deliberate awkwardness that came when two people who desperately didn’t want to be near each other had no choice.
The sound of water running in the sink filled the void as you scrubbed at the dishes, refusing to look at him. Toji stood a few feet away, drying off a plate. He kept glancing at you, opening his mouth once, then shutting it again.
Finally, he sighed. “Look, I…”
You stiffened but didn’t turn around. “What?”
“I, uh…” He shifted uncomfortably, gripping the towel tighter. “I just wanted to say… I shouldn’t have said some of the stuff I said. At my place. It came out wrong.”
You froze for a moment before finally turning to face him. “Came out wrong?”
“Yeah,” he said, his tone defensive already. “Like, I didn’t mean all of it. Just some of it.”
“Just some of it?” you repeated, your voice rising as anger bubbled to the surface. You put the plate down, turning fully toward him. “Do you even hear yourself, Toji? Do you even care about what you said or did? Or is this just you trying to get rid of your guilt?”
His jaw clenched. “I ain’t tryin’ to get rid of nothin’. I just—”
“You just what?” you interrupted, your voice cracking. “You think you can say sorry, and it magically undoes all the years of hurt? All the shit you put me through? You think I’m just going to forget the way you humiliated me, ignored me, and treated me like I was nothing?”
Toji’s face hardened, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of guilt. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Didn’t mean to what, Toji? Didn’t mean to make me feel like I was less than human? Because congratulations, you did that perfectly.”
His fists clenched at his sides. “I wasn’t tryna make you feel like that. I just—look, I didn’t ask for you to be in my business when we were kids, okay? You were always actin’ like you could fix me or somethin’, like I was some damn charity case. That shit got under my skin!”
Your chest tightened as tears welled up in your eyes. “You think I was treating you like a charity case?” you asked quietly. “I just wanted to be your friend, Toji. I just wanted to help.”
“Well, I didn’t need it,” he snapped, his voice harsher than intended.
You let out a shaky breath, the tears falling freely now. “You know what? You’re right. You didn’t need it. And I didn’t need to spend years of my life caring about someone who couldn’t care less about me.”
Toji’s mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out. He stood there, frozen, as you wiped at your face.
“I’m sorry for being pushy and overbearing back then,” you said, your voice trembling. “I’ll keep my distance from now on. You can have your space. Just stay out of mine, and maybe we can finally move past this.”
With that, you turned back to the sink, your hands trembling as you finished washing the last dish. Toji stood there, silent and motionless, as if struggling to find something—anything—to say.
But nothing came.
You placed the clean dishes on the rack, brushed past him without looking, and walked out into the garden to join your parents. Toji stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, the weight of your words settling heavily on his shoulders.
When you reached the garden, you plastered on a smile, though your cheeks were still damp. Your parents took the cue to wrap things up quickly, and soon enough, you were leaving.
Toji didn’t come out to say goodbye.
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 5 - Glimmers of Connection
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: I’m so sorry for the delay!! I’ve been super busy these past few days and I didn’t really have the time to upload! I hope you all had pleasant holidays! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 4} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The grand ballroom glittered like a jewel, its soaring ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers that spilled golden light over the polished marble floor. Guests swirled about in a sea of finery, the hum of conversation mingling with the soft strains of the string quartet. You paused at the entrance, smoothing your gown, the silky fabric catching the light with each movement. Taking a deep breath, you stepped in, your smile ready and practiced.
It didn’t take long for you to settle into the rhythm of the evening. You exchanged warm greetings with old acquaintances, laughed at polite jokes, and made small talk with guests who had perfected the art of socializing. But as you moved through the crowd, something nagged at the back of your mind.
You scanned the room once, then twice. And then you saw him.
Nanami stood in a far corner, his broad frame partially shadowed by the heavy velvet drapes. His tailored black suit fit him perfectly, understated yet commanding. While everyone else thrived in the art of mingling, he stood alone, holding a glass of water like it was the only thing tethering him to the room. His expression was unreadable, his sharp eyes observing the crowd like a distant observer, not a participant.
A small smile tugged at your lips. Of course, he’d find the most isolated spot in the entire venue.
Not one to waste an opportunity, you made your way over, weaving through the crowd with purpose. As you approached, his gaze shifted to you, his expression softening ever so slightly.
“I was wondering if you’d actually show up,” you said, stopping a few feet away, your tone light and teasing.
“My presence was requested,” he replied, his voice calm and measured.
“And here I thought you came for the champagne and hors d’oeuvres.”
“I don’t drink at events like these,” he said, lifting his glass slightly.
“Of course you don’t,” you replied, letting out a soft laugh.
He didn’t respond, his eyes briefly flicking back to the room, watching the swirl of activity as though it didn’t concern him.
“So,” you said, stepping closer, “what do you think of all this?” You gestured vaguely to the opulence around you.
“It’s excessive,” he said plainly.
You let out a low chuckle. “Don’t hold back or anything.”
“I didn’t think you wanted me to,” he said, his gaze steady on yours.
Touché.
“Well,” you said, leaning against the wall beside him, “you’re not wrong. My parents go all out for these things. But hey, it’s for charity.”
“Charity is important,” he said, his tone neutral. “But the method matters.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, genuinely curious.
“Events like these often prioritize appearances over impact,” he said, his eyes briefly scanning the lavish décor.
“Maybe,” you conceded. “But appearances can lead to impact, too. Sometimes it takes a little sparkle to get people to open their wallets.”
“Pragmatic,” he said after a beat, and it almost sounded like approval.
You tilted your head, studying him. “You know, you’re not as much of a cynic as you let on.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m practical, not cynical.”
“Practical and endlessly serious,” you teased.
“Someone has to be.”
You laughed softly, enjoying the quiet rhythm of his company. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled by the distant murmur of the crowd.
“You know,” you said after a pause, “I think a good lawyer needs to be approachable, relatable. Someone people feel comfortable opening up to.”
“A lawyer should be professional above all else,” he countered, his tone firm but not unkind. “Anything less risks undermining their credibility.”
“Professionalism doesn’t mean being cold,” you argued, your voice warm. “People want to feel understood, not judged.”
“Understanding comes from action, not unnecessary sentiment,” he replied evenly, his gaze steady.
You crossed your arms, a playful smile curling your lips. “You say that, but deep down, I think you’d make an amazing people person if you gave it a shot.”
“That’s an unnecessary hypothetical,” he said, though there was a faint flicker of amusement in his tone.
You laughed again, a soft, genuine sound that seemed to pull the corner of his mouth into the faintest of smiles.
“Okay, Mr. No-Nonsense, what would you change about lawyers?” you asked, shifting the conversation back to him.
He hesitated, his gaze flicking to the glass in his hand as though considering his words. “They should prioritize efficiency and results. Theatrics and personal connection aren’t necessary to achieve success.”
“That’s where we disagree,” you said, leaning slightly closer, your voice softer now. “Law isn’t just about winning—it’s about the people you’re helping. It’s personal whether you want it to be or not.”
For a moment, his eyes lingered on yours, something unreadable passing across his face.
“Perhaps,” he said finally.
That single word felt like a small victory.
The conversation flowed from there, shifting to lighter topics, though each carried an unexpected depth. He spoke about his dedication to his work, his belief in structure and purpose, while you countered with your love for spontaneity and connection. Despite your differences, the dialogue was easy, almost natural, the sharp edges of your personalities softening as the evening stretched on.
You noticed small things about him—the way he listened intently, his rare but genuine hints of amusement, and the faintest trace of warmth beneath his carefully controlled demeanor.
Hours passed like minutes, and the crowd around you began to thin. The music softened to a gentle lull, and you realized with a start that most of the guests had already left.
“You know,” you said, tilting your head at him, “this might just be the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”
“And you’ve managed to keep it mostly one-sided,” he said, though the subtle twitch of his lips betrayed his teasing.
“Admit it,” you said, grinning. “You’ve had a good time.”
He didn’t answer right away, his gaze meeting yours with a quiet intensity.
“It wasn’t entirely unpleasant,” he said at last.
Your heart fluttered, and you hid it behind a playful laugh. “I’ll take that as high praise.”
Nanami glanced around the emptying ballroom, then back at you. “It’s getting late.”
“It is,” you agreed, though you didn’t make a move to leave.
For a brief moment, the two of you stood there in comfortable silence, the world around you fading into the background.
“Thank you,” he said suddenly, his voice lower, softer.
“For what?”
“For… the conversation,” he said, his gaze dropping to the glass in his hand. “It was unexpected.”
You smiled, a warmth spreading through you at his rare vulnerability. “Anytime.”
As you watched him leave, his steady, measured strides carrying him through the quiet ballroom, you couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted between you—not drastically, but just enough. Enough to leave you hoping for more.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 10 - The Weight of Silence
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: short chapter but things will get juicy i promise! i will be uploading chapter 11 later today as well as chapter 5 & 6 of my Nanami SMAU! smooches 💋💋💋
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 4 - Breaking the Ice (Slowly)
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: I wanted to thank you all again for the support you‘ve been showing me these past few days. Your numerous comments especially have made my day and motivated me to keep on writing! I’d like to start a new little format in which you guys can ask me any questions or tell me about theories you may have about the stories! So please feel free to send me some questions whether you choose to stay anonymous or not! I’d appreciate it anyway!! Enjoy this chapter! Smooches 💋💋💋
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: I hope you guys can understand him a little better now… (please stop telling me to just kill him off LMAOOO 😭). I also wanted to mention that none of the relationships I write about will be perfect because that’s just not realistic. Dark times are upon us my babies but things will get better…. one day…. hopefully…. Smooches 💋💋💋
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
You knock on Toji’s apartment door, your pulse racing in a mix of nerves and anger. You don’t even know why you’re here. After everything he said—everything he did—why should you care about his busted knuckles or his bruised ego? But still, here you are, a bag of first-aid supplies in hand, waiting for him to open the door.
When it swings open, Toji stands there, leaning casually against the frame. His dark eyes sweep over you, and his mouth pulls into a smirk. “The hell you want?”
You push past him without answering, stepping into the small, sparsely furnished space. The smell of antiseptic and cigarette smoke hangs faintly in the air. You drop the bag onto his coffee table and turn to face him.
“You’re hurt,” you say simply.
“So what?” He shuts the door with a deliberate click and crosses his arms, leaning against it. “I didn’t ask you to come.”
“Someone has to take care of you,” you reply, already pulling supplies out of the bag. “Since you clearly won’t.”
He scoffs, sauntering over to the couch but making no move to sit. “You always gotta play the nurse, huh? Like you’re so damn perfect.”
“I’m not doing this to feel perfect,” you snap, glaring at him. “I’m doing it because you’re too stupid to take care of yourself.”
Toji snorts but finally sits down, sprawling out with a casual arrogance that sets your teeth on edge. “Whatever. Make it quick.”
You kneel in front of him, taking his hand and inspecting the bruised and bloodied knuckles. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the faint hiss of antiseptic as you clean the wound. His hand is stiff in yours, tense but not pulling away.
“You gonna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, not looking up.
“What’s it to you?” he says, his voice laced with irritation.
“It’s not like you to get detention. Not anymore, at least.”
He lets out a humorless laugh. “Maybe I felt like knockin’ Gojo’s pretty face in.”
You pause, glancing up at him. “Why?”
“Why not?” His gaze meets yours, hard and unyielding. “You seem real concerned about him, though. You two fuckin’ or somethin’?”
Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m just askin’,” he says, leaning back with a smug grin. “Since he’s always all over you. Thought maybe you finally gave it up to him.”
“Shut up, Toji,” you snap, your voice trembling with anger.
“Why?” he taunts, his smirk growing. “You embarrassed? Or maybe you don’t like that I called it out.”
You stand abruptly, tossing the first-aid kit onto the couch beside him. “You’re such a dick, you know that? I come here to help you, and this is how you treat me?”
“I didn’t ask you to come,” he shoots back, his voice rising. “You just showed up like you always do, thinkin’ you can fix everything. Like you can fix me.”
Your breath catches, his words cutting deeper than you’d like to admit. “I’m not trying to fix you,” you say quietly.
“Bullshit,” he spits, standing to face you. “You’ve been tryin’ to fix me since we were kids. Always actin’ like you’re some kinda saint, like you’re better than me. Like you’re better than everybody.”
“That’s not true,” you argue, your voice trembling.
“Yes, it is,” he growls, stepping closer. “You think I didn’t notice? You think I didn’t see the way you treated me? Like some charity case you could pat yourself on the back for. Poor little Toji, right? Poor, angry, stupid Toji.”
You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. “That’s not how it was. I just wanted to be your friend.”
“Friend?” he laughs bitterly. “You forced me to be your friend. I didn’t want you around, but you didn’t care. You kept comin’ back, smilin’ like an idiot, actin’ like everything was fine. And then one day, you just stopped. Guess you got tired of playin’ with your little project, huh?”
Your throat tightens, and you can barely get the words out. “I stopped because you made my life hell, Toji. You bullied me. You tormented me every chance you got.”
“Maybe you deserved it,” he snaps, his voice cold and cutting.
The words hit you like a slap, and you take a step back, your hands trembling. “You’re a selfish asshole,” you say, your voice breaking. “You’ve always been one.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I got my reasons,” he shoots back, his voice rising.
“Then tell me!” you yell, tears streaming down your face now. “Tell me why you’ve been such a goddamn nightmare!”
He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving as he stares at you, his jaw tight. And then, suddenly, he explodes.
“You wanna know why?” he shouts, his voice raw and shaking. “Because you don’t know when to leave shit alone! You don’t know when to leave me alone! I didn’t want your kindness, or your pity, or whatever the hell you were sellin’. But you kept pushin’. Kept actin’ like you were so much better than me, like you could fix me. And it pissed me off, okay? It pissed me off because I knew it wasn’t real. I knew you’d get tired of me eventually, just like everybody else.”
You stand there, stunned, as his words wash over you.
“And you know what the worst part is?” he continues, his voice breaking. “You did get tired of me. You left, just like I knew you would. So don’t stand there and act like you’re some innocent little angel, ‘cause you’re not.”
You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a sharp gesture.
“Get the fuck out,” he snaps, his voice cold and final.
“Toji—”
“I said get out!” he yells, his voice echoing through the small apartment.
Your chest tightens as you grab your bag and head for the door, tears blurring your vision. You don’t look back as you step outside, the sound of the door slamming behind you ringing in your ears.
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 3 - Case Study: Nanami
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The café was quiet, with only a handful of patrons scattered across its small, dimly lit space. Soft music hummed in the background, mixing with the faint clink of cups and saucers. You were already seated at a corner table when Nanami arrived, right on time.
“Hey! You made it,” you greeted, your smile bright as you gestured to the seat across from you.
He gave a polite nod and sat down, setting his watch on the table where he could see it. “Thirty minutes,” he reminded you, his tone even but firm.
You waved a hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, Mr. Efficient. Thirty minutes. Let’s just enjoy the tea.”
A server appeared, and you quickly ordered a chai latte, while Nanami requested plain green tea.
“So,” you began once the server left, leaning forward slightly. “What do you think of the place? Cozy, right?”
“It’s quiet,” he said, his eyes scanning the room briefly before landing back on you.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you said with a grin. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d even come. You don’t really seem like the tea-and-chat type.”
“I’m not,” he replied plainly, lifting his cup to his lips.
You laughed softly, not surprised. “Then what made you say yes? Just felt bad for me pestering you?”
“No. I thought this would settle your persistence,” he said, glancing briefly at his watch.
You tilted your head, studying him. “Oh, so you think one cup of tea is going to stop me? Bold assumption.”
He didn’t respond, taking another deliberate sip of his tea.
“Well,” you said, undeterred, “I hope I’m not making you regret it. This is a lot better than sitting in a library staring at spreadsheets, don’t you think?”
“The spreadsheets would be more productive,” he replied without missing a beat.
You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically. “Ouch. I’m hurt.”
He arched an eyebrow but didn’t bite, his face neutral.
“Alright, new topic,” you pressed, refusing to let the conversation die. “What’s your favorite thing to learn about? Like, if you could study anything without worrying about time or money, what would it be?”
He paused, setting his cup down. “Something practical. Likely economics.”
“Of course,” you said with a soft laugh. “All logic, no fun. But I’ll give you credit—at least you answered.”
He gave a slight nod, his way of acknowledging your point.
“Okay, follow-up question,” you said, leaning forward. “Is there anything you’ve always wanted to learn just for you? Like, something completely unrelated to work?”
“I don’t have hobbies,” he replied bluntly.
“Nothing at all?” you asked, genuinely curious.
“No,” he said, his tone as clipped as ever.
You sighed dramatically, leaning back in your chair. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” he said, completely unfazed.
You huffed lightly but smiled to yourself. He was frustratingly closed off, but at least he showed up. That counted for something.
The server returned to clear your empty cups, and you realized with a pang that he was already glancing at his watch.
“Alright,” you said, leaning forward. “Before you escape, just one last question. Promise it’s harmless.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop you.
“If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Somewhere quiet.”
“Of course,” you said, laughing softly. “You’re consistent, I’ll give you that.”
“Consistency is important,” he replied, standing and adjusting his watch.
You watched him push in his chair, already preparing to leave. “You know, you’re allowed to say this wasn’t so bad,” you teased, folding your arms.
“It served its purpose,” he said, nodding politely. “Thank you for the tea.”
You blinked at him, surprised by how abruptly he ended the conversation. “Oh, sure. Anytime!”
With a polite nod, he turned and walked out of the café, leaving you sitting alone at the table. Despite his walls and his detachment, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. He’d shown up, and for now, that was enough progress to keep you smiling.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 8 - Threads of Anger
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
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Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 2 - Thirty Minutes
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
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an: she just like me fr. the blank image symbolizes a day in which she hasn’t texted him!
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 7 - Hit First, Ask Later
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: do we love it? things certainly are getting interesting….
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The gym is practically empty when you step inside, save for one familiar figure leaning against the mats. Toji’s already there, gym bag at his feet, wrapped hands resting lazily over his broad chest. He looks up when you walk in, and the flat expression on his face makes it very clear he’s unimpressed.
“You’re late,” he says, his voice dry.
You glance at the clock. “I’m two minutes late.”
“Two minutes too long,” he shoots back, pushing off the mats. “What, couldn’t decide which outfit screams I’m useless the loudest?”
Your jaw drops. “Excuse me?”
Toji grins—a sharp, taunting curve of his lips. “What? I’m just making sure you’re ready for this. Doubt anyone’ll care what you look like when they’re tryna drag you into a van.”
“You are insufferable,” you mutter, dropping your bag onto the floor with a loud thud.
“And you’re two minutes into wasting my time,” he counters, motioning toward the center mat. “Start stretching, princess. I don’t wanna hear you whining when you pull something.”
Gritting your teeth, you sit down to stretch. Toji’s pacing in front of you, all broad strides and sharp glares, like he’s waiting for you to screw up already. “You’re hovering,” you say, annoyed.
“Making sure you don’t keel over mid-warmup.”
You shoot him a glare, but he just smirks and crouches down, watching you. Watching—as if he’s analyzing every movement. It’s both infuriating and unsettling.
“You done pretending you know what you’re doing?” he asks.
You straighten up, brushing your hair from your face. “I’m ready, coach.”
“Good,” Toji says, rising to his full height. “We’ll start with the basics—what to do if someone grabs you.” He steps forward, extending a hand. “I’ll grab your wrist. You try to get free.”
You eye him warily. “And if I can’t?”
“Then congratulations. You’d be kidnapped in five seconds flat.”
“Wow. Very motivating,” you deadpan.
He smirks. “Motivation’s for people who need hand-holding. You’re just here to survive.”
Before you can snap back, Toji grabs your wrist—firm, unyielding, but not enough to hurt. It’s a shock how easily his hand wraps around yours, like your bones could snap with just a flick of his fingers.
“Pull toward the thumb,” he instructs, voice curt. “Not the fingers. Thumb’s the weakest point.”
You yank experimentally, but his grip doesn’t budge. Toji doesn’t look the least bit phased. “You trying or just giving up already?”
“Give me a second!” you snap, tugging harder. You shift your weight and pull back the way he showed you, and to your surprise, his grip gives way.
Toji lets go, tilting his head with something that might be faint approval. “Huh. You’re not completely useless.”
“Oh my god, is that a compliment?”
“Don’t get used to it,” he says flatly, stepping back. “Again.”
You repeat the motion a few more times, each time smoother than the last. Toji keeps his commentary short, but it’s still sharp enough to grate on you.
“Quit overthinking. Your brain’s holding you back more than I am.”
“Don’t pull like you’re scared. You either get free or you don’t.”
“You call that fast? You’d be gone already.”
By the fifth time, you’re sweating and glaring daggers at him. “Do you have to be such a dick about this?”
Toji raises a brow, completely unfazed. “You want me to lie? Pat your head and tell you you’re doing great?”
“You could try not insulting me every five seconds,” you mutter under your breath.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he replies casually, and for the first time, you think you catch something almost playful in his voice.
He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before stepping behind you. “All right. New scenario. Someone grabs you from behind.”
You freeze. “Wait—from behind?”
“Yeah. Like this.”
Before you can react, his arm hooks loosely around your shoulders from behind. It’s not tight—he’s clearly not trying to hurt you—but the closeness throws you off balance. You stiffen, hyper-aware of how warm he feels and how close his voice is when he speaks.
“Relax,” he mutters. “You’re supposed to be learning, not freezing up.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t freeze if you warned me first,” you snap, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your stomach.
Toji huffs a low laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure kidnappers’ll give you a heads-up. Focus. Drop your weight, twist your hips, get out of my grip.”
You try to do what he says, but it’s clumsy—your weight’s off, and you can feel Toji roll his eyes behind you. “You’re not a statue. Move, dammit.”
“I’m trying!”
“Try harder.”
Frustrated, you shift your weight again, twist, and finally pull free, stumbling forward slightly. Toji watches you, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “Took you long enough,” he says, though his tone lacks real bite.
“That’s because you’re built like a damn brick wall,” you mutter, brushing yourself off.
Toji smirks faintly. “And whose fault is that? Yours for being weak, or mine for being me?”
You stare at him, incredulous. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re predictable,” he fires back, turning to grab his water bottle. “Same time next week?”
You blink, surprised that he’s suggesting another session. “You want me to come back?”
Toji looks over his shoulder, a faint smirk on his lips. “You need it.”
“You’re the worst,” you mutter, though you can’t stop the small smile tugging at your mouth.
He shrugs. “Better me than someone who’ll actually hurt you.”
The words linger for a moment, heavier than his usual insults, and you’re not sure what to make of them. But before you can respond, Toji grabs his bag and heads for the door, tossing one last look at you over his shoulder.
“Try not to embarrass yourself next time.”
And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you standing alone on the mat, glaring after him—but this time, your frustration feels different. Because underneath it all, you know he’s right: you will be back next week.
And whether you admit it or not, a small part of you doesn’t mind.
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•Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Kento Nanami
•Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
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Suguru Geto
Ryomen Sukuna
Choso Kamo
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
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Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans.
You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
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Introduction
Chapter 1 - Assigned Fate
Chapter 2 - Thirty Minutes
Chapter 3 - Case Study: Nanami
Chapter 4 - Breaking the Ice (Slowly)
Chapter 5 - Glimmers of Connection
Chapter 6 - Breaking the Routine
Chapter 7 - Beyond First Impressions
Chapter 8 - Fashionably Late, Unforgettably Charming
Chapter 9 - Under a Starlit Veil
Chapter 10 - Law, Legacy and a Dinner Deal
Chapter 11 - The Things We Can’t Say
Chapter 12 - Dismissed
Chapter 13 - Objection Overruled
Chapter 14 - Closing Arguments
Chapter 15 - Misdirection
Chapter 16 - Under The Influence
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 1 - Assigned Fate
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans.
You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
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an: Thank you for the overwhelming support and amount of votes I received from all of you! Nanami won the poll so here you go! Some info before hand:
- reader has a healthy relationship with her parents (yay!)
-momma reader is french (I included this so that I could show off my french skills)
-I love angsty stuff so even though Nanami isn’t an asshole like Toji is: have your tissues ready.
Enjoy!! 💋💋
The hum of conversation filled the lecture hall as students shuffled into their seats. You slid into your usual spot near the front, balancing your notebook and coffee. Glancing around, your eyes landed, as they often did, on Nanami. He sat a row over, posture rigid, eyes already fixed on the blank screen of his laptop.
“Good morning!” you greeted him with a cheerful smile.
His gaze flicked to you, cool and composed, before he gave a polite nod. “Morning.” His voice was low and smooth, completely neutral, but it sent a small thrill through you nonetheless.
Before you could say more, the professor strode in, clapping his hands for attention. “Good to see everyone awake! Today, I’m assigning your semester project—a team effort, whether you like it or not.”
Excited murmurs broke out around the room, but Nanami’s expression didn’t change. He sat motionless, his fingers hovering over his keyboard.
Your hand shot up. “Will we get to choose our partners?”
The professor smirked. “Nope. Partnerships are pre-assigned. Check the board.”
You turned eagerly toward the projector as the list popped up, scanning for your name. There it was, right beside—your heart skipped. Nanami Kento.
You glanced over at him, and he was already looking your way, his expression unreadable. He gave a small, courteous nod, as though confirming the pairing before returning to his screen.
Your smile widened. “Looks like we’re partners!”
“Seems that way,” he said, his tone calm and measured.
You leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your palm. “This’ll be fun! I’m sure we’ll make a great team.”
Nanami’s fingers tapped once on his keyboard before he looked back at you. “The goal isn’t fun. It’s results. Let’s aim for efficiency.”
You blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness, but your smile didn’t waver. “Of course! Efficiency and fun, though. We can do both.”
His brow twitched, barely perceptible, and he inclined his head again. “If you say so.”
As the professor began explaining the project, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. Nanami was cold, detached, and impossibly focused. But for the first time, you had an excuse to talk to him—and you weren’t about to waste it.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 6 - Muhammad Ali
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: he’s nice in his own way, right? right??? (losing my mind.) satoru’s making a move! (yay or nay?) things are starting to get interesting! don’t you guys think?? lololol. smooches for y’all 💋💋💋
{chapter 5} ; {next}
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Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans.
You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
tropes: she fell first, he fell harder, academic rivalry (kinda onesided)
an: I hereby welcome you to my second smau fic lol. hope you guys like it as much as I do. In case of any confusion: Nanami’s reader and Toji’s reader are close friends. I hope the first chapter will answer some of your questions. 💋💋💋
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Main Cast:
Toji SMAU - When love was always there.
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
Chapter One - The Chase
{introduction}, {Chapter 2}
Warnings: Cursing, Sexual language, mentions of suicide, toji being an ass, angst (???)
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You don’t look back as you dart through the party, weaving through clusters of people and dodging poorly placed furniture. The music thumps in your ears, but it’s not loud enough to drown out the sound of Toji’s footsteps behind you. He’s faster than you remembered, and the realization sends a jolt of panic through you.
“Keep running,” his voice calls out, low and sharp. “You won’t get far.”
You bite back a curse, turning a corner and slipping out through the back door. Cool air hits your skin as you step onto the patio, your eyes scanning for a place to hide. Your heart is pounding, but adrenaline keeps you moving, your legs carrying you toward the garden. The party lights fade behind you as you push through the bushes, stumbling into a secluded clearing surrounded by trees.
You pause, catching your breath, thinking for one hopeful second that you might have lost him. But then—
“Gotcha.”
His voice is closer than you thought, and before you can react, Toji steps out from the shadows, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, like he wasn’t just chasing you at full speed. His dark eyes glint under the faint moonlight, and the smirk on his face is nothing short of infuriating.
“Running away doesn’t really work when you’re this predictable.”
You glare at him, backing up slightly as he closes the distance. “What do you want, Toji?”
He shrugs, the picture of mock indifference. “Just making good on my promise. You said something stupid—again—and I had to remind you who you’re dealing with.”
“Oh, please,” you snap, straightening up despite the burn in your lungs. “Is this what you do for fun? Chase people around because you’re too boring to enjoy a normal party?”
He steps closer, and you instinctively take a step back, only to feel the edge of a low stone bench behind you.
“I don’t have to enjoy anything,” he says coolly, his voice sharp enough to cut. “Especially when you’re around.”
The words hit harder than you expect, and for a second, you can’t think of a clever retort. He notices your hesitation, of course, and his smirk deepens.
“What’s the matter?” he taunts, leaning slightly closer. “Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you’re finally realizing you’re out of your league.”
The heat of anger snaps you out of your silence. “Out of my league? Please, Toji. You’ve spent 15 years chasing after me just to be annoying. What’s that say about you?”
His expression hardens for the briefest moment, and you can’t help but feel a small sense of victory. But instead of biting back, he just shakes his head, his smirk returning as he turns to walk away.
“You’re not worth it,” he mutters over his shoulder, his tone dismissive.
The words leave you standing there, heart pounding, equal parts angry and unsettled as he disappears back into the party.
You get back to your dorm around 4 a.m., already regretting going to that stupid party. Thinking about Toji and his stupid face only makes you more agitated, so you head straight to bed after quickly taking off your makeup and getting ready. As you lie in bed, your phone buzzes with a text from Leiri, letting you know she’s on her way back to your shared dorm with some guy she met at Gojo’s party. You reply with a thumbs-up emoji, then place your phone on the bedside table with a heavy sigh.
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Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 5 - Lines in the Sand
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: don’t get used to this my lovelies we’re not there yet💋
{chapter 4} ; {next}
taglist: @jinxiewritings
You walk into the library and immediately spot Toji, who’s already at the table, arms crossed, staring at his phone. He doesn’t even look up as you sit down, his posture still relaxed like he owns the place.
“Bout time,” Toji muttered, not bothering to look up.
You didn’t respond, your fingers clicking away on the keyboard as you tried to focus on opening the project file.
After a beat, Toji leaned back and said, “What, you not talkin’ to me now?”
You finally looked up, your expression neutral. “Didn’t realize you wanted small talk.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was something sharp behind it. “Didn’t realize you were the type to sulk. Or are you still mad about the other night?”
You blinked at him, confused for a second before his meaning hit you. “You mean at Gojo’s party?” you asked, voice flat.
Toji’s smirk deepened. “Yeah. Seemed like you and your boy had a real nice time.”
You frowned, already annoyed. “Gojo’s just a friend, Toji.”
“Sure,” he said, dragging out the word like he didn’t believe a single syllable of it. “Real friendly, huh? Touchin’ you, whisperin’ in your ear all night.”
You felt your irritation spike as you leaned forward, your eyes narrowing. “I’m not explaining myself to you. Gojo’s not my boyfriend. What I do or who I talk to has nothing to do with you.”
Toji leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Never said it did. Just funny, though.”
“What’s funny?” you snapped.
“That you’ve always been like this,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “Always needin’ attention, always makin’ sure people notice you. And now you’ve got Gojo all over you? Guess you really are his type.”
The way he said it, like it was some kind of insult, made your chest tighten. You sat up straighter, your hands gripping the edge of the table. “What the hell is your problem, Toji?”
His smirk didn’t waver, but his eyes sharpened. “Ain’t got one. Just callin’ it how I see it.”
That was the last straw. You slammed your laptop shut, the sound loud enough to make him blink.
“You’ve been a jerk to me for years,” you hissed, keeping your voice low despite the anger bubbling inside you. “Fifteen years, Toji. Fifteen years of you pushing me, mocking me, tearing me down every chance you get. And for what? What did I ever do to you? Huh?”
Toji’s expression faltered for the briefest second, but he quickly recovered, leaning back in his chair like your words didn’t faze him. “I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, his voice casual but his tone forced. “Maybe it’s ‘cause you act like you’re better than everyone. Like you’re so nice, so perfect, like you’re doin’ people a favor just by bein’ in the same room.”
Your jaw dropped. “You think I act like that?”
“Yeah,” he said bluntly, meeting your glare with one of his own. “Like every little thing you do’s for show. Like you’re playin’ charity to make yourself look good.”
You stared at him, stunned. “You really think that’s who I am?”
He didn’t answer, his jaw tight as he looked away.
For a moment, you couldn’t even speak. But then you took a deep breath and stood up, grabbing your bag.
“You know what, Toji? I’m done. I don’t care what you think about me. You wanna hate me, fine. But I’m not gonna sit here and take it anymore.”
He looked up at you, something unreadable flashing across his face.
“Here’s the deal,” you said firmly. “We’re working on this project together, but that’s it. I don’t wanna hear another insult or backhanded comment from you. We’re not kids anymore. Grow up, or I’ll do this project myself.”
Toji didn’t say anything as you sat back down, your hands trembling slightly as you reopened your laptop. The air between you was thick, tense, and for the first time, he looked almost… unsure.
Finally, he let out a sharp exhale and leaned forward again, his voice quieter but still rough around the edges. “Fine. No more bullshit.”
You glanced at him, your eyes narrowing. “You mean it?”
“Yeah,” he said, his tone clipped. “Whatever. Let’s just get this done.”
It wasn’t exactly an apology, and it definitely wasn’t a truce in the usual sense. But for now, it was enough.
As you started working, the tension began to fade, replaced by a tentative silence. Neither of you said anything for a while, but there was a strange sense of understanding settling between you.
For the first time in years, it felt like you weren’t fighting. Not entirely, anyway.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 4 - What he won’t say
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
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{chapter 3} ; {next}
Help Vixen Out - #1
I’m currently working on Chapter 4 of my Toji SMAU and I was thinking of starting my next series just so that it doesn’t get to monotone around here. Who would you like to see next because I honestly have Ideas for every character in my JJK Masterlist.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 3 - A Deal with the Devil
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
{chapter 2} ; {next}
an: feeding y‘all because you guys gave me amazoing feedback 😜 BIG SMOOCH 💋 Also… Does anyone want me to add them to a taglist??
“You look pissed already,” he said, dropping into the seat across from you. “Nice to know I haven’t lost my touch.”
“You’re three minutes late,” you snapped, pushing your laptop open. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Toji leaned back in his chair, completely ignoring your attempt to start. “Relax. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Barely.”
“Damn, you’re wound up. This project really got you that stressed?” He grinned lazily, watching as you bristled.
“No,” you said through gritted teeth. “It’s you that stresses me out. Now focus. We’re doing the slides on how memes influence modern communication.”
“Sounds boring,” he muttered, pulling out his phone.
You snatched it off the table before he could unlock it. “Not today, Toji. You’re actually going to help for once.”
His eyes flicked up to meet yours, sharper than usual. “You’re lucky I’m even here,” he said, voice low.
“And you’re lucky I haven’t strangled you yet,” you shot back.
For a moment, neither of you said anything, the tension hanging in the air. Then, to your surprise, Toji’s lips twitched into a faint grin. “Alright, princess. Show me what you got.”
It wasn’t much, but it was something. You exhaled, dragging your laptop toward him.
The next hour passed surprisingly smoothly. Toji’s attitude was still there—rolling his eyes at your suggestions, tossing in sarcastic comments—but he actually contributed. He had ideas, sharp and clever ones, even if he acted like they weren’t a big deal.
“See? Was that so hard?” you said, leaning back once you’d saved your progress.
“Not as hard as dealing with you,” he replied, but his tone lacked its usual bite.
For the first time, you noticed he looked almost…relaxed. It was a strange sight, and you weren’t sure what to do with it.
“Same time tomorrow?” you asked cautiously.
“Depends,” he said, standing and throwing his bag over his shoulder.
“On what?”
“If your friend’s gonna be around,” he said, his smirk returning full force.
You groaned. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah, but you’re still stuck with me.” He winked and walked off, leaving you to wonder if maybe—just maybe—working with Toji wouldn’t be the absolute nightmare you’d imagined.
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Toji SMAU - When love was always there
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Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
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Introduction
Chapter 1 - The Chase
Chapter 2 - Bait and Burn
Chapter 3 - A Deal with the Devil
Chapter 4 - What he won’t say
Chapter 5 - Lines in the Sand
Chapter 6 - Muhammad Ali
Chapter 7 - Hit First, Ask Late
Chapter 8 - Threads of Anger
Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors
Chapter 10 - The Weight of Silence
Chapter 11 - Dinner and Disdain
Chapter 12 - Ghosted and Guilty
Chapter 13 - What comes after
Chapter 14 - Mufasa and Mixed Signals
Chapter 15 - Late Night Cinematics
Chapter 16 - Ex’s and Oh’s
Chapter 17 - Sideline Tension
Chapter 18 - Dressed to Kill (Literally)
Chapter 19 - Heat of the Moment
Chapter 20 - Radio Silence
Chapter 21 - Say Something
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Their Social Media - Main Cast (Part 1)
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Toji SMAU - When love was always there.
Chapter 2 - Bait and Burn
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
{chapter 1} ; {next}
warnings: cursing, sexual language
AN: shoko might be ooc in this. don’t really care. she’s my burnt out med student queeeeen.
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