NOBARA x Male Reader (Fluff)
You knew screwing up in front of Nobara was a bad idea.
You just didn't think it would be this bad.
It was supposed to be a normal mission.
Exorcise a curse. Be a little cool. Maybe not die.
Simple.
But then you saw Nobara fight.
And maybe—just maybe—the words slipped before you could stop them.
"Damn… that's kinda cute."
Silence.
Nobara froze.
Yuji gasped.
Megumi just blinked, as if deciding whether to judge you or ignore you.
And you?
Oh.
You were so screwed.
Slowly, slowly, Nobara turned to face you.
You swallowed. "Uh—"
A wicked grin curled on her lips.
Oh no.
"You think I'm cute?" she teased, voice silky smooth.
ABORT. ABORT.
"I—I didn't mean it like that!"
Her smirk only widened.
"You totally meant it like that."
"I DIDN'T."
She stepped closer, tilting her head. "Y/N thinks I'm cute," she sang.
Yuji lost it.
"Bro," he wheezed, slapping your back. "You're dead."
You groaned. "Can we just pretend this never happened?"
Nobara grinned.
And you knew.
You knew.
You were never going to live this down.
For the next 48 hours, Nobara made it her personal mission to ruin your life.
It started subtle.
At breakfast:"Y/N, be a dear and pass me the butter."
"Get it yourself."
She pouted. "But I thought you found me cute?"
Megumi choked on his coffee.
Yuji lost his damn mind.
At training:"Fushiguro, did you see that? Y/N totally let me win. I bet it's 'cause he thinks I'm cute."
You wanted to die.
And then—
The final blow.
During a mission briefing.
Gojo—Gojo, of all people—had been explaining strategy when Nobara, out of nowhere, casually leans against your shoulder.
"So, Y/N," she murmured, loud enough for the entire room to hear.
You stiffened. Oh no.
"If I dress extra cute next time, will you compliment me again?"
Gojo's grin was immediate.
Megumi sighed.
Yuji actually faced the wall, dying.
You?
You saw red.
"NOBARA—"
She just laughed.
This was war.
You needed payback.
Desperately.
So, that night, you found her in the common room, casually flipping through her phone.
You took a deep breath. Time to be a menace.
Sliding onto the couch beside her, you leaned way too close.
Nobara blinked.
"…What are you doing?"
You smirked. "Just thinking."
She raised an eyebrow. "That's new for you."
You ignored the jab. "Y'know, since you love being called cute so much…"
Nobara stiffened.
You grinned. Oh, she wasn't expecting this.
Slowly, you leaned in, lowering your voice.
"Maybe I should do it more often."
A pause.
Then—
She SNORTED.
Oh.
Oh, hell no.
You pulled back, offended. "What!?"
She was crying. "You tried to be smooth—" she wheezed. "And you FAILED."
"SHUT UP!"
"You're BLUSHING!"
"I AM NOT—"
She collapsed into laughter, gripping her stomach.
You huffed.
This woman was impossible.
And yet—
You caught it.
That tiny, genuine smile.
Not her usual smirk. Not teasing.
Just… real.
And suddenly—
You didn't mind losing.
That much.
You had suffered for two whole days.
It was time for revenge.
You found Nobara in the training hall, practicing with her hammer.
She was focused. Intense. Actually kinda—
No. Nope. Not going there.
"Wow," you called, leaning against the wall. "You're really working hard."
She didn't even look up. "I always do."
You smirked. "Yeah, it's cute."
Silence.
Nobara froze mid-swing.
Oh.
OH.
You had her.
She turned slowly, eyes narrowed. "What did you just say?"
You shrugged, pushing off the wall. "I said you're cute."
Direct eye contact.
She blinked.
You could almost see the error message flashing in her head.
Then—
She scoffed. "You're messing with me."
You grinned. "Maybe."
"Ha. Nice try."
She turned back—but her grip on her hammer was just a little tighter.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The real attack happened later, at lunch.
Everyone was relaxed, eating together.
Yuji was telling some ridiculous story about a fight he almost lost (he absolutely won).
Gojo was being Gojo.
Megumi was pretending not to care.
And you?
You were waiting.
When Nobara took a sip of her drink, you struck.
"Hey, Nobara."
She hummed.
"You're actually kinda pretty."
She choked.
Yuji slapped the table.
Megumi closed his eyes like he was praying.
Gojo?
Gojo looked way too entertained.
Nobara coughed, glaring at you. "You—what—why—"
You just smiled, leaning on your palm. "What? You don't like compliments?"
Her eye twitched.
Oh, this was fun.
She cleared her throat. "You're doing this on purpose."
You tilted your head. "Am I?"
Her jaw clenched.
Yuji whispered, "Dude, you're insane."
Gojo grinned. "Ohhh, this is getting good."
You just kept staring at her.
Nobara finally put her drink down, crossed her arms, and smirked.
"Alright," she said. "You wanna play? Let's play."
Oh.
Oh, this was about to get dangerous.
The next 24 hours were war.
Compliments. Non-stop.
"Wow, Y/N, your hair looks really good today."
"Y/N, you looked so cool during that fight!"
"Y/N, if you weren't so dumb, you'd actually be kinda hot."
But you?
You handled it like a pro.
Until.
Until.
Nobara made the mistake of getting a little too comfortable.
You were watching a movie in the dorm lounge.
Yuji and Megumi were there, but asleep.
So it was just you and Nobara.
The glow of the screen flickered across her face as she stretched, yawning.
She looked over at you.
And smiled.
A real, genuine smile.
Not teasing. Not smug.
Just—
Warm.
Oh.
You felt something stupid in your chest.
Nobara raised an eyebrow. "What?"
You blinked. "Nothing."
She studied you, then grinned.
And suddenly, you realized—
This was very, very dangerous.
Because maybe this wasn't just a game anymore.
Maybe—just maybe—
You were actually falling for her.
It had been three days.
Three days of hell.
Nobara had been relentless.
"Y/N, you look kinda good today."
"I never noticed before, but your hands? Kinda sexy."
"You should wear tighter shirts. Just saying."
And the worst part?
She said all of it like it was nothing.
Like she wasn't trying to kill you.
Like she wasn't watching your reactions like a hawk.
So you decided—
If you were gonna go down, you were taking her with you.
It was game time.
It happened during sparring practice.
You were standing face to face, both sweaty, out of breath.
She smirked. "Tired already?"
You stepped closer.
"Not at all," you murmured. "Are you?"
Her smirk faltered.
Just a little.
You tilted your head, watching her.
"Your hair's kinda messy," you said, voice low.
Then—you reached out.
And tucked a strand behind her ear.
Her breath hitched.
Oh.
Oh, that was interesting.
She froze, eyes flickering between yours.
For the first time ever, Nobara Kugisaki was speechless.
You grinned.
"Who's blushing now?"
Her eyes darkened.
And then—
She tackled you to the ground.
It all escalated too fast.
One second, you were on the ground.
The next—
She was on top of you.
Breathing hard. Straddling your waist.
Both of you staring.
Neither moving.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with her hammer.
Her hands were on your chest.
Your hands were on her thighs.
And suddenly—
You weren't thinking about revenge anymore.
Nobara swallowed.
"You," she whispered, "are playing with fire."
You grinned, breathless.
"So are you."
She exhaled sharply, fingers curling into your shirt.
"Then stop me," she said.
But neither of you moved.
Neither of you wanted to.
You lifted a hand—
And traced her jawline.
She shuddered.
Her eyes darkened.
You could feel her pulse racing.
Or maybe that was yours.
"Don't look away," you murmured.
She didn't.
She leaned in.
Slowly.
Testing.
Challenging.
You met her halfway.
And then—
Her lips brushed yours.
Barely there. Just enough to make your head spin.
And then she smirked against your mouth.
"You're mine," she whispered.
Your fingers tightened on her waist.
"Then prove it."
Her breath hitched.
And then—
She did.
𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
Yuji walked into the training room.
Paused.
Looked at the very wrecked state of it.
Then at you and Nobara, suspiciously disheveled, sitting on the floor.
"...Did you guys kill each other?"
Nobara smirked, patting your thigh.
"Oh, don't worry, Yuji."
She turned to you, eyes gleaming.
"He's just… recovering."
You covered your face.
Gojo was never gonna let you live this down.