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there’s no telling of the frustration nanami felt as your twirled the pen in your hand, no doubt listening to a playlist that allowed you to sit in some… questionable ways.
nanami shifts in his seat, locked on how your pen comes to rest on your lips as you pondered over the next step in your report.
you had offered to complete your paperwork with the stoic male, knowing he’d get you to do work without fail if you feel tempted to go on the godforsaken tiktok app. but right now, nanami figured he was the one distracted by the way you were seated, with your skin-tight outfit accentuating your hips and chest, while your bored foot moved up and down in a search to make your report sound professional.
“nanamin?” you asked curiously, head tilted like you weren’t aware of what you were doing, sinking your teeth into the tip of the pen as you stared at him through the black sunglasses gojo had gifted you.
a birthday present which you had accepted out of confusion, although gojo waved off the thanks like he’s given you a trophy. nanami could only scoff on that day, internally wishing he had something to give, too, even though it wasn’t a special day of any sort.
that’s what he wanted to do, on top of way too many things he’s thought of when he’s brushing his teeth or making his bed. nanami wanted to spoil you with things endlessly and kiss your plump lips in the early morning. he wanted to see you in his arms in pictures and he wanted to exorcise curses with you.
he wanted to-
“what is it?” he breaks off the racing thoughts with his surprisingly calm voice.
“well, that was what i was wondering. you’re staring,” you raise an eyebrow, turning down the volume of your music.
nanami swallowed, licking his lips in nervousness as his eyes flicked between his report, yours and your eyes.
“was i?” he coughed, adjusting the glasses on his face, “you must excuse me, then.”
your provocative stare breaks as you grin, “i’m just kidding, dummy. stare all you want!” you laugh as if you didn’t just catch nanami’s shaky breath at your personality change, because you yourself were masking the tension in your movements all too well.
couldn’t the man take a damn clue?
“although… you don’t seem to notice when i do, right?” you tease again, putting down the pen as well as the paper, turning to look at him with full view of your eyes as you took off the glasses.
“are you for real, (y/n)?” he sighs, leaning back in his chair to cross his arms across his body.
“100%.”
he decides to amuse you anyway, ignoring the way his throat goes dry.
“who says i don’t?” nanami challenges, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. he matches you: taking his time to remove his glasses as well, boring holes into you with levelled eyes.
“forgive my foul language, but, i’m sure you stare at me thinking of things you want to do to me, yes?” he murmurs, picking at the corner of his report as the paper curls in on itself.
“and you don’t?”
nanami breathes out through his nose.
god, gojo was never going to let him down if he saw this.
“of course i do, love,” the single nickname was enough to make you flare up, standing your ground by looking at him through hooded eyes. he was composed enough to lean forward, keeping his face neutral as his gaze made you feel things you shouldn’t.
“but i’m not quite as obvious as you are. i just happen to lose myself a bit there, never as much as you do.”
now it was your turn to gulp.
“but alas, i might be seeing things. maybe you just like the clothes i’m wearing,” he says nonchalantly.
nanami didn’t know where the confidence came from, but he’s relieved to win this round even if his hands couldn’t stop shaking.
the male stands up abruptly, nodding you goodbye while you sink back in your chair, heart beating a hundred miles per minute.
you were unaware of the other leaning against the walls of his office outside, trying to compose himself of the encounter with a hand to his temple and a hand to his heart.
you were going to be the death of him, literally.