temp pinned.
indie & selective kugisaki nobara of JJK, written by kitty, est 2025. not necessarily lewd-centric, mun is over the age of 18 & goes by she / her pronouns.
i’m as descriptive as my partners.
i also prefer to write privately. ♡
hah, talkin’ me up now, are ya’?
(she can’t deny that secretly it makes her happy to hear that she’s physically attractive to him. he isn’t bad looking, either, he knows this.
pearly whites sink into her bottom lip. does he like her ..?)
(his aloofness and way of dodgin’ things, he’s so standoffish. part of her wishes he’d open up some.
bottom lip jutting out, the intensity of his gaze has her bashful, and ducking his gaze.) what? i got somethin’ on my face?
(be still, my rapidly beating, girlish heart!—
clears throat. trying to keep her eyes on his face, which is kinda hard when that’s hot, too? it’s literally no fair …)
are you among “more than others”, fushiguro?
also, nah, i totally reject the idea of dyin’ young, can’t see that for myself at all. but … i’ll be honest in saying that i didn’t expect to get close to you and itadori at all.
sure. some more than others.
and, you’re right, it is isolating.
it’s hard for it not to be when we could all die at any moment. ending up alone, or dying young are probably the only two guaranteed futures we all have as sorcerers.
i have noticed! i think, to a degree, we’re all like that, right? because of the life we lead and our profession. it’s ... isolating, but it doesn’t mean we have to be alone.
wouldn’t expect anything less.
in case you haven’t noticed, i keep everyone at arm’s length; it’s not just you.
i just don’t understand everyone’s fascination with me. i’m nothing special.
and i’m not changing anytime soon.
the interest’s never been sudden, you just keep me at arm’s length, you’ve never cared to notice it was there all along after a while.
the corners of her eyes crinkle delightfully at his assuaging, docility far from what she knows him to be, personally speaking. she hums knowingly at first, questioningly secondly.
@kugisins he sighs, gazing up at the pen now planted far enough from his reach. unwilling to reclaim it, as to avoid disturbing nobara’s position in his lap. instead, palms rest against her thighs, beginning a 𝓈𝑙𝑜𝑤 ascent.
“nothing could be
&&.
she wants nothing but to guide his hand to where she wants it most, but he’s observant and knowing of her wants, her needs. instead, she leans in to capture his lips in a featherlight kiss, murmuring.