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Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 14 - Closing Arguments
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: I’m sorry for being so inactive my loves 😔 I’ve been going through a rough patch but I’ll be okay! Let me know what you think!! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 13} ; {next}
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Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 12 - Dismissed
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: LOREEEE! Nanami rarely uses his phone! The contact photo he has for Haibara was pre selected by Haibara but the one he has for reader is a candid photo he took of her at the charity ball her parents organized 😗😗😗. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 11} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 11 - The Things We Can’t Say
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: Yeah… this isn’t getting better. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 10} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
You had been haunting Nanami’s thoughts since that night.
He could still feel the lingering warmth of the moment—the soft glow of the garden lights, the way the stars framed your face, the look in your eyes right before you leaned in. He had stopped you. Walked away without a word. And yet, your presence refused to leave him.
It wasn’t just the near-kiss that plagued him; it was everything leading up to it. The laughter, the shared glances, the way conversation flowed so easily between you. He had let his guard slip, let himself enjoy your company more than he should have. It was a miscalculation, one he had spent the past few days trying to correct.
Avoidance was the best solution.
He didn’t text you. Didn’t acknowledge you in class. If he saw you across campus, he turned the other way. It wasn’t cruel—at least, that’s what he told himself. It was necessary.
His life had been planned out since the day he was old enough to understand it. He would become an exceptional lawyer, take over his parents’ firm, and uphold the family name. That was his purpose. There was no room for distractions—especially not one as unpredictable as you.
His parents would never approve. They tolerated your family, but only in the way one tolerated an inevitable inconvenience. Too much money, too little discipline, his father had once said. More interested in social events than serious legal work. His mother had been more subtle but no less dismissive. She’s charming, I suppose, but charm only gets you so far.
He knew exactly what they would think if they found out he had entertained anything more than polite acquaintanceship with you. They would be disappointed.
And Nanami Kento did not disappoint.
That was why, when he accompanied his parents to the Asakura Legal Summit, he forced himself to stand straight, speak eloquently, and engage in the dull but necessary small talk that came with these events. His parents’ friends had a daughter—a well-mannered, intelligent law student, poised and composed in the way that made her an ideal match, at least in their eyes.
He made conversation with her, answering her polite questions and offering equally polite responses. She was pleasant, intelligent, and respectable.
And yet, the moment you walked in, he forgot whatever it was they had been discussing.
You were breathtaking.
The gown you wore was elegant but effortless, the soft fabric flowing around you as if you belonged in a dream. Your confidence, the way you carried yourself, only made it worse.
You saw him. Your eyes met.
For a second, he thought—hoped—you might come over. But you didn’t. You simply glanced away, turning your attention to someone else, leaving a hollow ache in his chest he hadn’t anticipated.
This is for the best, he reminded himself.
But as the night dragged on, it became unbearable. Every time he saw you laughing with someone, every time you charmed another guest with your easy grace, every time you didn’t look at him—it chipped away at the careful walls he had built.
And then he saw you with him.
A young man, handsome, confident, clearly taken with you. You smiled at him, said something that made him laugh. Nanami clenched his jaw.
Before he could think better of it, he was moving.
“Excuse me,” he muttered to the group he had been standing with, barely registering their response as he strode across the room.
You looked up as he approached, brows raising in surprise. The man beside you hesitated.
“May I steal you for a moment?” Nanami asked, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
You blinked but nodded, excusing yourself from the conversation. He led you to a quieter corner, away from prying eyes.
“Nanami,” you said carefully. “What are you—”
“I’m sorry,” he interrupted.
You stared at him, caught off guard. “For what?”
He hesitated. He couldn’t tell you the truth—that he had been avoiding you because he was afraid of how much he liked you, because you made him question everything he thought he wanted, because you were dangerous in the way that made him want to throw away years of discipline just to see you smile at him like you used to.
So instead, he simply said, “For how I acted.”
A brief silence stretched between you before you let out a quiet laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Right. You’re apologizing for avoiding me.”
He nodded.
You sighed, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “I get it,” you said, softer this time. “You’re not interested. I shouldn’t have—” You shook your head. “I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. That was my mistake.”
Nanami opened his mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. You think I don’t want you. That I don’t care.
Maybe that was for the best.
“You don’t have to explain anything,” you continued, forcing a small smile. “We can just… move on, okay?”
He wanted to say something—anything—but his silence spoke for him.
You exhaled, shaking your head slightly. “Alright then.”
The moment felt too heavy, too final, and maybe that’s why he found himself saying, “You looked like you were enjoying yourself tonight.”
Your lips quirked. “Is that your way of changing the subject?”
“Yes.”
You huffed a small laugh, your tension easing just slightly. “Fine. It was… tolerable.”
“Just tolerable?”
“Okay, maybe a little fun.”
Nanami exhaled, some of the weight in his chest lifting. “Good.”
A beat of silence passed between you. It wasn’t the same as before—there was a distance now, one he had created. And yet, you were still here, still speaking to him as if he hadn’t spent the past few days pretending you didn’t exist.
“You really had no reason to apologize, you know,” you said after a moment. “You were just being honest. I can take rejection, Nanami.”
He flinched at that word—rejection. That wasn’t what this was.
But what was it, then?
Before he could answer, you continued, voice quieter now. “I just… I thought maybe you felt something too.” A small, self-conscious laugh left your lips. “But I guess that was just me misreading things.”
Nanami clenched his fists at his sides. Tell her she’s wrong, some part of him whispered. Tell her you feel everything she thinks you don’t.
Instead, he said, “You didn’t misread anything.”
Your brows furrowed slightly. “Then why—”
“It’s complicated.”
You let out a slow breath. “Right. Of course, it is.”
The air between you felt heavier now, like something unsaid was pushing against it.
Finally, you smiled again—smaller this time, but still undeniably you. “I should get back.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
You turned to leave, but before you walked away, you glanced over your shoulder. “Don’t avoid me again, Nanami.”
He swallowed. “I won’t.”
You didn’t smile, but there was something softer in your gaze before you disappeared back into the crowd.
Nanami exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
He had gotten what he wanted.
So why did it feel like he had lost something?
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 10 - Law, Legacy and a Dinner Deal
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: I noticed that the engament on my posts is getting lower and lower each time I post.. ARE Y’ALL GETTING BORED??? AHHHHHHHHH!!!! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 9} ; {next}
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Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
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Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans.
You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
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Introduction
Chapter 1 - Assigned Fate
Chapter 2 - Thirty Minutes
Chapter 3 - Case Study: Nanami
Chapter 4 - Breaking the Ice (Slowly)
Chapter 5 - Glimmers of Connection
Chapter 6 - Breaking the Routine
Chapter 7 - Beyond First Impressions
Chapter 8 - Fashionably Late, Unforgettably Charming
Chapter 9 - Under a Starlit Veil
Chapter 10 - Law, Legacy and a Dinner Deal
Chapter 11 - The Things We Can’t Say
Chapter 12 - Dismissed
Chapter 13 - Objection Overruled
Chapter 14 - Closing Arguments
Chapter 15 - Misdirection
Chapter 16 - Under The Influence
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Right after we crushed the bar (S3E10 Scarvey flashback moments)
**Harvard, 1997 – The Day of the Bar Exam** Harvey Specter leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. The dim Harvard dorm light flickered slightly, casting a soft glow over the room littered with outlines, casebooks, and half-eaten takeout boxes. Across from him, **Scottie** sat cross-legged on his bed, flipping through a thick **New York Bar Exam review book** with an air of focus that only she could maintain at 3 AM. “You know,” Harvey smirked, tossing a stress ball in the air, “I don’t think I’ve studied this much for anything in my life.” Scottie **arched an eyebrow**, eyes still scanning the page. “That explains why I’m the one keeping you from bombing this thing.” Harvey scoffed. “Please, I’ve carried our study sessions.” Scottie finally looked up, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Oh really? Who’s the one who explained the Rule Against Perpetuities to you without you throwing a book across the room?” “First of all, that rule is dumb. Second, I would’ve figured it out eventually.” Scottie smirked, flipping a page. “Sure, Specter. And pigs might pass the bar before you do.” Harvey rolled his eyes but **grinned**. Their entire law school experience had been like this—a back-and-forth rhythm of **competition, sarcasm, and undeniable chemistry**. #### **Exam Day – Morning** The sun had barely risen when they stepped outside, dressed sharply but with an underlying **nervous energy** neither would admit to. Harvey held two **large coffees**—one black for him, one with a splash of milk for Scottie. She took it with a nod. “You’re learning.” “Don’t get used to it.” They walked toward the exam hall, surrounded by hundreds of other **soon-to-be lawyers** who all looked equally stressed. As they reached the entrance, Scottie turned to Harvey, suddenly serious. “We got this, right?” Harvey didn’t hesitate. “Hell yeah, we do.” She gave him a rare, genuine smile before nudging his arm. “If you don’t, I’m never letting you forget it.” #### **Post-Exam Celebration** Hours later, they **walked out**, exhaustion clashing with relief. Harvey loosened his tie while Scottie ran a hand through her hair. “That was brutal,” she exhaled. Harvey smirked. “I blacked out somewhere around the essay questions. Pretty sure I invented a new precedent.” Scottie **laughed**, her first real laugh of the day. “We crushed it.” “You mean *I* crushed it.” “Harvey, you used to think ‘Mens Rea’ was a fancy Italian dish.” Harvey scoffed. “Lies. Also, speaking of food, I say we celebrate with a meal. **Homemade.**” Scottie **blinked**. “You? Cook?” “I’ll have you know I’m a man of many talents.” Scottie smirked. “Fine. But if it sucks, you’re never hearing the end of it.” Harvey held the door open for her, flashing his signature grin. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” And that night, in a tiny Boston apartment, **Harvey Specter and Dana Scott made their first meal together**, still high on the rush of crushing the Bar Exam.