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Nanami is different.
He's eccentric, he has his own humor and is straight to the point. The 7:3 sorcerer is organized, systematic, and abiding. But Gojo does not love him any less.
In fact it only makes the silver head love him more.
To what the others may see, Nanami can be cruel. He can be cold, distant, aloof. But never unloving.
Never unloving to Gojo.
Kento Nanami is gentle, thoughtful, and most importantly: patient.
His chest clenches at the thought of the danish blond, beautiful even when the dawn paints the dark morning sky. His heart longing to jump out of its cage, to soar for the one person he can call home.
Why him , people would ask?
Why did Gojo choose Nanami to love?
What was so special about the bread-loving enigma?
Gojo in turn, laughs at their questions. He laughs and holds his stomach, wiping tears as they roll down the corner of his eyes, and fall slowly to the ground.
"He's simple." Gojo says, on one fine morning, to a bunch of curious civilians wanting his number.
He doesn't need anything crazy in his life, he already has plenty of that lying around. He loves Nanami because he is.. the one thread of sanity that keeps him going.
Simple romance is perfectly fine for him. And while he's all theatrical, over the top, and flamboyant in every aspect that is Gojo Satoru, he longs nothing more than a normal hug.
A loving kiss that sets his soul on fire, that leaves his mouth wanting for more.
Nanami gives him what he wants, nothing less, and certainly more than what he deserves.
"You're quiet, this isn't a bad omen is it?" Nanami mumbles beside him on their shared bed, his calloused hand wrapping itself on Gojo's pale yet cold fingers. The first grade squeezes gently, and Gojo can't help but chuckle.
There was also the light banter between them. They will jab at each other, exchanging words of sarcasm, critical hits, and non ethical words that don't even correlate to the topic they were discussing.
It's a cycle that insistently stays put in their dynamic. Nothing will change the fact that he is the man-child, and Nanami is the adult of adults.
Gojo rolled his eyes, shuffling in closer to wrap his arm around Nanami's waist and bring his head closer to the broad chest of his lover.
"Just thinking."
"Now that can't be good ."
"You're very lucky that I love you, Kento."
Nanami graces him a sliver of a smile. It's rare which makes it endearing. Gojo knows he's done something extraordinary for a reaction like that.
"I know. I love you too, Satoru." A pregnant pause, "What were you thinking of?"
Gojo beams, showing his pearly white teeth. "You, what else would plague my mind?"
His lover raised an eyebrow, "Sugar? Sex? Your inner monologue of how you plan to destroy the higher-ups one by one? Or perhaps all of the above? God knows how your mind works."
Controlling his laughter was hard as he shook inside Nanami's hold, entrapped by his frame and large hands. Giggling reverberates against the lean body.
"I don't think about sex all the time-" At the glare sent his way, Gojo feigned an innocent look, "Okay fine, fine. Only because you're hot! It's dangerous to live with someone like you walking around half naked."
The younger male slaps him lightly on the shoulder, "Eyes up, Satoru."
Pouting, Gojo tucked his head underneath Nanami's chin, his feet over lapping the bed, he didn't mind that it was practically hanging,
"I was thinking about your love language."
"My what?" Nanami asks, his brows knitting in confusion.
If it wasn't for the cute head tilt the blond sorcerer did, Gojo would have kissed him right then and there because of how adorable he sounds, "How you express your love. You do it in words, with gestures. You're not touchy, but you indulge in my little splurges."
And per usual, Nanami cups his face, worry etched in his voice. "Do you not like it?"
Gojo shook his head, "No. I love it. I love you."
The way Nanami's pupils dilated so clearly in the mere inches between them — made Gojo stop in his movements.
"You're ridiculous."
I love you too.
It's left unsaid but Gojo perceives it that way. He must be doing it right, since Nanami claims that the strongest sorcerer could easily read him.
"Well if I'm ridiculous, you're absolutely hilarious~ Falling in love with someone like me, that's not a very smart move of you to d-"
Gojo didn't finish his statement, because Nanami straddled him and pinned him down the bed.
"I think I should be the one who decides that, Satoru." Gojo opens his mouth to protest but Nanami does not let him, in lieu, he presses their foreheads together.
"It wasn't smart of me to do, but I don't regret any second of this. I don't regret falling in love with you. And if I died tomorrow, today, or perhaps next week, I still would not regret loving you."
Without thinking, Gojo kisses Nanami on the lips, emotion surging with passion, adrenaline, love, and bewilderment.
"You say that as if I'd let anything happen to you though." He mumbles once they're beside each other, breaths mingling and chests heaving due to the lack of air.
Fingers weave itself straight into silver strands, fiddling each end. "You've established that many times, but it's still a possibility."
"A possibility close to none." Firmly stated, Gojo's blue eyes pierced Nanami's own orbs.
Gaze filled with such intensity, Nanami would have thought he was going to drown under the sky that was Gojo Satoru's eyes.
"All right, if you're set on believing you can protect me, I won't stop you, it's not as if I can anyways."
Gojo's laughter fills the room pleasantly, it's full of life and joyful mirth. "I'll hold on to my promise if you swear to marry me once everything is done and dealt with."
"How romantic." Nanami utters dryly.
"Would you prefer if I kneeled down and serenaded you?" He attempts to squirm out of Nanami's hold to show his point, but the arms coiled around him tightens.
"No. But right now? In the middle of the night, in our pajamas? Shouldn't this be done somewhere conventional? A restaurant maybe?"
Gojo snorts. "You just needed an excuse for us to go somewhere fancy, but all right if that's what you want."
The ticklish sensation he felt makes him look up to see that Nanami was nuzzling his neck, with the tip of his nose.
A silly grin was plastered on Gojo’s face. Nanami was not touchy by all means, but these lingering actions, and words were enough to feed him.
"Good night, Satoru."
"Night 'nami."