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It could be considered a good day for having finished his mission and reported to the higher-ups all before two in the afternoon, resulting in having nothing else left to do for the day and being able to go home early.
Sure, he was a little sore and bloody from taking down two first-grade curses that were comprised of mostly teeth, but now he can go home and relax; possibly even get a solid eight hours of sleep in if his mind and body allow it.
“Kento!” A voice bounces off the walls of the corridor, not many people use his first name, so out of curiosity, he looks over his shoulder to see his colleague Gojo at the other end of the corridor.
Nanami sighs deeply as he stops walking, knowing that having the sorcerer around will likely result in him getting home much later than expected. There was no point continuing on his way either, he had learnt his lesson when it came to evading Gojo.
“Kento,” The tall man repeats at his long legs quickly carry him to the 7:3 sorcerer, pulling down his black blindfold to reveal his bright blue eyes.
Curiosity has morphed into concern once Nanami has analysed the situation. Gojo’s eyes are wide and desperate, something that the sorcerer so rarely displays as he never needs others assistance – to see this desperation focused on Nanami makes his stomach twist uncomfortably.
Nanami turns around fully and takes a step toward him, before stopping as he sees a dozen other people turn the corner, creeping behind Gojo at a much slower watchful pace; murmuring amongst themselves.
“Gojo,” Nanami speaks warily, having a difficult time figuring out the situation.
“Trust me,” The strongest sorcerer pleads as he breaches Nanami’s personal space, cupping one cheek in his hand to tilt his friends face up to press a gentle and prolonged kiss to his lips.