Y/N is working just minding her business when her eyes fell on a man that took her breath away. Nanami Kento came in a bakery to buy bread but left with something completely different. I don't know how to write a description without spoilers, sorry. This has lemon and cursing, so if it's not your thing or you're underaged I'm sorry this is not for you. I do not own the character Nanami Kento nor anything Jujutsu Kaisen related. I only own Y/N and my plot. Cover Photo Credit: @elitamasan

In the early years of his life, a solitary boy wandered the streets of a village carved from sand and survival. The Hidden Sand Village. Sunagakure, was harsh by nature, but the villagers' eyes were harsher. They didn't see a child. They saw a weapon. They called him Gaara. Whispers followed wherever he went. "Monster." "Jinchūriki." "The Weapon of Terror." He learned early that silence was safer than explanation, that emotions were burdens in a place where even children bore burdens meant for soldiers. Rejection became routine. Loneliness followed. He didn't ask for the power sealed inside him. Nor the fear it inspired. But neither did he run from it. Instead, he studied it. Controlled it. Made it his. It was the only way to survive. So Gaara closed himself off. When you see the world without illusion, trust becomes rare, and affection nearly extinct. Still, even the most carefully guarded minds can be changed. It only took one rare encounter for the path of his life to dramatically change in the most unexpected way of meeting the lone daughter of an arctic nation. And from that moment on, the desert would never be silent again. (Note: Lots of chapters in this story. Currently going through a major edit, although the plot of the story will remain as it is)