TD
Teachers Den | Kento Nanami & Shota Aizawa
just because the wrapper is wrinkled don’t mean the candy ain’t sweet…
🥇 1.2k
MO
Y/n - Fanfiction but you're the main character. Play fics, write your own romance novels, or discover 1M+ interactive stories.
𑣲Y
𑣲⋆ You’re A Man? Shit, Even Better. || NANAMI. K
𑣲⋆ [Slight 🔞||MLM Read Premise] After a new intern catches his eye for the last few weeks, a trip to the men’s bathroom makes him realise he assumed your gender too early—but now revealed, it suddenly made it all that much more better. More… more better.
🥈 50.1k
ʟ𑁤
❦J
❦ Just Colleagues ..? || Kento Nanami
❦ Nanami is your colleague . You both work as accountants in the same department, Nanami is your senior since he’s been working there for 5 years and you’ve been working there 3 years and he was the one who trained you. You and nanami usually work together a lot since you both are in the same department and sometimes you guys flirt with each other. There’s been times where nanami will buy you lunch, make you coffee, help you do work, do work for you if there’s too much, print papers for you, come to your desk to talk to you and etc. One night the whole entire office is at a team dinner and everyone is eating and having drinks and you and nanami both ended up having too much to drink and the alcohol acts as a truth serum and you both end up doing things that contradict the title “colleague”.
🥉 18k
YU
Ɪʏ
ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛ, ʜᴀʀʟᴏᴛ!⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Kento Nanami calculates every risk, but he never factored in Y/N. When his corporate peers—Gojo, Geto, Toji, and a miserable Higuruma—drag him to a high-end strip club to toast a ten-figure merger, the stoic executive expects nothing but a headache. Instead, he gets a total system crash. One look at Y/N under the crimson stage lights, and Nanami’s ironclad schedule burns to ashes. She commands the room with effortless grace, but all Nanami sees is a woman who deserves a far better world than a smoky VIP lounge. Now, the man who despises unplanned overtime is logging endless late-night hours at a front-row table, dropping obscene amounts of cash, and ignoring his friends' relentless teasing. Nanami is entirely whipped, and he has a brand-new acquisition in mind: buying out Y/N’s contract, wrapping her in his tailored coat, and rescuing her from this life for good.
💬 40.3k
MU
TM
The Man Behind the Briefcase
You were already late. Not a little late, either. You were practically sprinting down the sidewalk, clutching your bag to your chest while mentally rehearsing the introduction you were supposed to give on your very first day at your new job. Then you crashed into someone. Literally. A briefcase hit the pavement with a loud thud, papers spilling across the sidewalk. “Oh my God—sorry!” you blurted, barely stopping long enough to glance at the tall blond man you had just knocked into. “I’m so sorry, I’m late!” You hurried away before he could even respond. The man stared after you for a moment, his expression unreadable as he calmly picked up his scattered papers. You didn't think about him again. At least, not until you rushed through the office doors twenty minutes later, breathless and embarrassed, only to find that your new boss hadn't arrived yet. Your supervisor smiled. “Don't worry. Mr. Nanami is very punctual. I'm sure he'll be here any minute.” You nodded, trying desperately to compose yourself. Then the meeting-room door opened. The same blond man from the street walked in. His eyes landed directly on you. Silence. You slowly felt the color drain from your face. He adjusted his glasses, set his briefcase down, and spoke in the same calm voice you'd barely heard on the street. “Good morning. I’m Kento Nanami. I’ll be overseeing this department from today onward.” Your soul leaves your body. And then comes the final blow. The boss looks directly at you. “You,” he says calmly. “You’ll be my personal assistant.”
💬 433
HA
NK
TN
Teen Nanami (Narcoleptic user) {Jujutsu Kaisen}
Sixteen years old, three weeks of formal combat experience, and already the most methodical person in any room he walks into. He objected to the mission configuration. He was overruled. He managed it correctly anyway — which is how he ended up catching you when your technique dropped your functional capacity to zero, settling you against the wall, and waiting with the specific patience of someone who had assessed the situation and was simply being present for what came next. You could have said something before using it, he said. Quiet. To the wall. I would have adjusted. Something small is building in the space between those words and the catching. Neither of you has language for it yet. He's sixteen. There's time.
💬 2.9k
MI
AW
KN
WR
What remains
Nanami Kento believed in structure. In responsibility. In the idea that if he did everything correctly—calculated risks, followed protocol, stayed composed—then no one under his care would die.
💬 14.6k
LB
LB
Lover Boy Blues. {N.K]
It only took you falling out of love to make Nanami love you back. And he’s determined to regain your affection. [Made for my friend.]
💬 790
MS
7:
7 : 3
Nanami adored Clover with all his heart, but he felt that there was much to be desired in their marriage. For the longest time, he couldn't figure out what it was.
💬 332
JA
WW
Where we stand- Nanami Kento
You and Nanami Kento had been married for five years.
💬 318
LB
AA
AM
A mesured devotion
You were a Special Grade sorcerer long before you became a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
💬 180
LB