Kento Nanami - The Pimp (But Not Really)

"C'mon," Gojo had whined through the phone, sounding more petulant than the child he adopted. "It's been forever! I need a break from the little shit living in my home, Shoko needs to feed her alcoholism, and I know you need a drink! I'll pay the whole tab and be the designated driver!"

Unfortunately, Gojo was right about Nanami needing the night of free drinks, and he was probably right about Shoko having an alcohol problem as well. So Nanami had sighed, long and annoyed sounding, which Gojo, of course, took as an astounding yes. Gojo sent the address to his phone swiftly after they hung up.

Nanami didn't recognize the address as any of their normal bars, and Gojo didn't put any name of the place on it-just the address. Well, Nanami didn't really care where they went anyway. As long as they served some kind of whiskey, the place wasn't covered in mold, and it wasn't so fancy he had to dress up, he was content.

Well, that's what he thinks his boundaries are until his car's GPS takes him to a strip club. Suddenly, he has a new boundary.

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This is fanfiction about Kento Nanami in an AU where curses don't exist, and his job to make a living is simple. Scam suckers. It's not work he's proud of, and it doesn't bring him joy, but bills need to be paid. Nanami, after unfortunately, or fortunately, falling for Gojo's shenanigans, gets lured into a sketchy stripper club, where he meets Y/N, a well-known and very loved stripper, who is more focused on building her wallet than she is on falling in love.

With a clear past between Gojo and Y/N, but tension rising between Y/N and Nanami, how will Y/N sort out her life moving forward? Will Y/N find room in her life for Nanami?