Nanami SMAU - A Verdict Of Us
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 💋💋💋
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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.
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Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 9 - Under a Starlit Veil
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 y’all… SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami adjusted the cuff of his suit jacket as he stood near the grand entrance of the event hall. The soft hum of conversations and the distant clink of glasses drifted out through the open doors, but he stayed just outside, avoiding the chaos of introductions and small talk. His eyes scanned the arriving guests, his expression calm but distant, until movement at the bottom of the staircase caught his attention.
You stepped out of the car in a gown that seemed to catch the light in all the right places, the fabric shimmering as you moved. There was an ease to your steps, confidence in the way you carried yourself that drew attention without you even trying. Nanami’s usual stoic demeanor faltered as his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than he intended.
When you finally spotted him, a smile spread across your face, and you made your way up the steps toward him. “Wow,” you said as you stopped in front of him, your tone light and teasing. “Waiting for me already? I didn’t know you’d miss me that much.”
His brow raised slightly, but there was a faint flicker of amusement in his gaze. “You’re late.”
“And you look amazing,” you countered, ignoring his comment. “Though I guess that’s nothing new.”
For a second, he hesitated, then said, “You look stunning.” His voice was calm and measured, but the sincerity was unmistakable.
You grinned. “Careful, Nanami. If you keep complimenting me, I might get used to it.”
“Don’t count on it,” he replied dryly, but there was a faint trace of softness in his tone.
Looping your arm through his, you gave him a quick glance. “Come on, partner. Let’s go show these people how it’s done.”
Together, you walked into the grand hall, the golden light of chandeliers illuminating the elegantly decorated space. The room was filled with influential guests, all dressed to the nines, their conversations blending into a hum of polished sophistication.
The two of you navigated the crowd with practiced ease, moving from group to group. You were the conversationalist, effortlessly charming everyone you spoke to, while Nanami maintained his reserved composure.
At one point, you found yourself speaking with a prominent philanthropist and his wife. The man looked between you and Nanami, his smile warm. “You two make quite the pair,” he said.
You laughed lightly, nudging Nanami with your elbow. “Don’t we? He’s the serious one; I’m the fun one. Perfect balance.”
Nanami shot you a brief look but said nothing, his lips pressed into a thin line that might have been suppressing a smirk.
“And what do you think of the event so far?” the man asked, directing his question toward Nanami.
“It’s well-organized,” Nanami replied simply, his tone polite but distant.
You jumped in to soften the answer. “That’s his way of saying it’s great. He’s not big on small talk, but he appreciates quality when he sees it.”
The couple chuckled, and the conversation flowed easily, though Nanami contributed only when absolutely necessary. As the night went on, you continued to draw him into conversations, subtly coaxing him to engage with the guests.
Eventually, after what felt like hours of mingling, you caught sight of a set of French doors leading out to a garden. You turned to Nanami and whispered, “Escape plan?”
He glanced at the doors and nodded, following your lead as you slipped outside.
The garden was quiet, the hum of the event fading into the background. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers, and the stars above stretched endlessly across the night sky. You walked over to a small balcony overlooking the grounds, leaning against the railing and sighing in relief.
“Much better,” you said, glancing at Nanami, who stood a few feet away with his hands in his pockets. “Admit it, you’re glad we came out here.”
“It’s quieter,” he admitted.
You laughed softly. “Exactly. I don’t know how you survived in there without losing your mind.”
“I had you to distract me,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact.
The comment caught you off guard, and you turned to him with a grin. “Was that a compliment?”
“An observation,” he replied, though there was a flicker of something softer in his gaze.
“Well, either way, I’ll take it,” you said, looking up at the stars. “It’s kind of perfect out here, isn’t it? Like a scene from a movie.”
Nanami’s gaze followed yours to the sky. “It’s… peaceful.”
You studied him for a moment, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re not as impossible as you like to pretend, you know.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Maybe,” you teased, leaning slightly closer. “Or maybe I’m just trying to figure you out. There’s more to you than the whole stoic-law-student thing. I can tell.”
His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the distance between you seemed to shrink. “And what exactly do you think you see?” he asked quietly.
“Someone who cares more than they let on,” you said, your voice soft. “Someone who probably feels too much but keeps it all bottled up.”
Nanami didn’t respond right away, his expression unreadable. The air between you seemed charged, and the world around you faded into the background.
You tilted your head, your gaze dropping to his lips. Slowly, you leaned in, your heartbeat loud in your ears.
For a brief moment, you thought he might meet you halfway—but then he stepped back abruptly.
“Don’t,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind.
You blinked, stunned. “Nanami, I—”
“I need to go,” he interrupted, his tone steadier now. Without waiting for your response, he turned and walked back toward the hall, leaving you alone under the starlit sky.
The cool night air seemed sharper as you stood there, trying to process what had just happened. Above you, the stars continued to shine, their light indifferent to the moment that had just unraveled beneath them.
Gojo SMAU - The Art of Falling Fake
Introduction
Summary: The campus buzzes with life, but you feel like a shadow slipping through the cracks—unnoticed, unimportant. At home, it’s no better. Your parents dote on your step-sister, the star tennis player, while you’re the afterthought they barely acknowledge. She’s here too, her perfect reputation casting an even bigger shadow over your existence. College was supposed to be your escape, but living at home and walking the same halls as her makes it impossible. Then he shows up—Satoru Gojo, the rich, arrogant engineering major everyone seems to worship. His smug grin and effortless charm are the kind of things you can’t stand, but when a ridiculous twist of fate forces your lives together, you find yourself fake dating the most insufferable man you’ve ever met. It’s just a deal, temporary and harmless—or so you try to convince yourself.
tropes: Fake Dating, Opposites Attract, Hurt Comfort, Reluctant Allies, Found Family, Slow Burn Romance
an: I hereby welcome you to my third SMAU in this Universe! (Yay?). I hinted at this one in Chapter 14 of Toji’s SMAU if any of you noticed hehe. I really hope you enjoy this story because I’ve had so much fun writing it so far LMAOOOO. Let me know what you think! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
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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.
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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 18 - Dressed to Kill (Literally)
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: lmaooo publishing a halloween chapter even though we‘re in february is crazy. 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 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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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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