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Satoru Gojo was annoying.
Not so much that Nanami completely stopped communicating with him, but his eternal presence somewhere nearby annoyed him just like a leaky tap, or a fly, flying around the room.
His constant stupid jokes, obscene notes, crazy ideas, and obsessive desire to drag Nanami into the life of the first years, irritated him to the teeth gnashing. Kento even thought he was grinding his teeth too much and would soon have to go to the dentist.
Even now, when he once again sat with a newspaper in the waiting room to give a report on the completed mission, because the damn old geezers were not satisfied with the file sent by mail, they definitely needed a personal report, preferably bending at ninety degrees, and talking as much as possible obsequiously, even now, Gojo managed to be near, and be annoying.
Nanami, of course, tried to hide behind a newspaper with another economic report, but the strongest sorcerer could not be stopped by such a miserable barrier.
-Naaaanamiiin ~ Are you going to ignore me? - the blond head of special rank sorcerer hung over the newspaper for the fifth minute, and impudently prevented Nanami from delving into the details of stock market fluctuations, - I'm bored, talk to me.
If looks could kill, then a cold corpse would have long been lying in the place of Satoru, and Japan would be doomed to the revival of the Age of Curses.
-Gojo san, - Nanami leafed through the newspaper with peaceful calmness on his face, mentally repeating to himself that after work a sofa and cold beer await him at home, and you just need to be patient, - If you are bored, do something useful. Go kill some curse, work with the kids, or at the very least, you can just play on your phone. Don't bother me, I'm busy.
The phrase had no practical effect as Gojo pouted harder and pulled the newspaper towards him.
- Nanamiin. Well, don't be a killjoy, talk to me. The children are now busy with their own affairs, and I have to wait for the meeting, - the man even pulled off his blindfold to look at his colleague with impossibly blue eyes.
However, even Satoru's eyes, which made the clear sky pale and shamed, had no effect, and the greatest sorcerer who ever lived was hit on the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Fortunately, he canceled infinity for a couple of moments in order to push this very newspaper away.
- Lad mig være, dum / leave me alone, dumbass /, - Kento did not speak Danish for a long time, because in general there was no one to speak with, but then the words came out on their own.
However, it did not have the desired effect, and Satoru only blinked his eyes harder, trying to understand the content of what was said. But luckily, the door on the side opened, and Ichiji entered, calling Nanami to go inside the assembly hall, nervously glancing at Gojo, who was frozen like a pillar of salt.
Reality got a little better. Especially if the house was waiting with a cold lager, a warm blanket, and a peaceful environment that did not include the annoying presence of the strongest sorcerer in the world.
Ah, if Nanami had known at that moment that speaking Danish would only spark interest in Gojo, he would never even open his mouth.
After all, the senior sorcerer from that day only intensified his harassment and attempts to play an impromptu tango on Kento's nerves.
If before Nanami rarely saw him, only intersecting at school, now his presence nearby has become many times greater, and it has become much more annoying.
Gojo would appear out of nowhere when the 1st rank sorcerer was taking a coffee break, and shamelessly stick around, asking about business, curses, weather, and on top of that, he would pop some memes in Kento's face, the meaning of which Nanami did not understand, and generally did not want to.
A couple of times Nanami told his colleague to go fuck himself in Danish, so as not to be completely rude, but Gojo did not understand a word of Danish, and only clapped his lashes cutely from under dark round glasses.
Exactly how he found Nanami each time is not known in history, but Kento guessed that it was the ubiquitous six eyes, since the information about his mission schedule was private, even for the likes of Gojou Satoru.
And there was nowhere to run from him. The ubiquitous hope of all Japan seeped into every area of the former office worker's life like the black mold that nestled in the corners of the bathroom, and it was just as difficult to eradicate.
Gojo flaunted his hands at such a comparison, declaring that if he was mold, then definitely white, and noble.
Nanami didn't understand why he allowed himself to be drawn into such conversations at all.
But in life, you can get used to everything, even to poison, if you take it constantly, in small doses. And in this situation, Nanami felt like the Count of Monte Cristo, as he was again not allowed to drink coffee in his favorite bakery in peace.
-Nanamiin, what kind of coffee is delicious here? You come here so often, don't you? - Satoru hovered around the cake display like an annoying wasp that you can't slap with a newspaper. Or like a big white mosquito. Perhaps this comparison was even more suitable, - Are these cakes delicious? There are strawberries here. Do you like strawberries?
If Kento could sigh even harder, his lungs would probably have already collapsed and saved him from suffering on this mortal earth.
-Gojo-san. The coffee here is all delicious, and the cakes too, so choose something for yourself, you are delaying other customers, - Nanami didn’t want to endure any longer, so he just asked for black coffee, and for his annoying colleague caramel macchiato, and some fashionable cake, paying for everything at once, just to be left alone.
Gojo, with all his family fortune, could of course buy the whole bakery, along with the street attached to it, but Kento hoped that at least this would be able to shut him up.
Surprisingly, the plan worked, and Satoru's impossible eyes goggled at the cake in front of him as if he had been presented with all of Sukuna's fingers on a silver platter, and even a bow was tied on top.
- Stop med at hypnotisere, tag og spis./ Stop hypnotizing, take and eat./, - the second time it worked, and for the rest of the break, Nanami watched the head of the Gojo clan, embarrassedly poking a piece of cake.
Although he may have imagined. This man had no shame from his birth, why should he be embarrassed? However, as such, he was even tolerant.
The coffee was delicious, and Gojo was silent during the break, and Nanami almost believed that some kind of heavenly grace descended on him, but in the end, the elder sorcerer seemed to wake up and turned on the “I will annoy my colleague until he jumps off the nearest roof” mode again.
Through useless chatter about cat videos, Megumi's antics, and obsessions about how it would be nice to have a Bloody Sunday for the elders, slipped a suggestion that they all can go with the children to some park where, according to rumors, a curse of the first rank should dwell.
-Gojo-san, I certainly appreciate your zeal to teach the younger generations, but I'm embarrassed to ask, what do I have to do with it? - adjusting his glasses on his nose, Nanami calmly walked down the street, ignoring others' whining, - I'm not even the school’s staff, why should I waste my free time on this? Not to mention that no one will pay me.
Satoru immediately pouted his lips in a cute way, walking on the sidewalk with his back to look Nanami in the face. Although it was still not visible behind the glasses.
- Well Nanamin. Help me a little, please. Spice up your dull routine by interacting with the younger generation, isn't it great? Moreover, Yuji asks about you all the time, he misses you. Do you know how he liked you? - the cunning fox definitely knew where to apply pressure, because Nanami had feelings for Itadori vaguely reminiscent of fatherly, and the man really wanted to check if everything was fine with him, - Promise, you will have fun. Let's sit in the park, and watch the children run after curses. Let's remember the good old days.
Their “good old days” were such that Nanami never wanted to remember them, but curiosity, and the desire, in which case, to protect the children, from the curse and gouging incompetence of their own teacher outweighed
-Fine. I'll come. But leave me alone Gojo-san, it's already unbearable, - Satoru immediately shone like a star, showing his thumbs, - But care to remember. Trust is very easy to lose.
Leaving, Kento no longer looked back at how Gojo waved his hand at him, but the muffled annoyance that the man usually felt when he was next to his senior colleague was somehow washed out and faded into the background.
Of course, he was still annoying, but rather as a constant, which you really can’t influence in any way. There is, and there is, it is easier to put up with it and go with the flow.
With the children, everything turned out even better than Nanami imagined. Itadori, as soon as he saw him, immediately rushed towards him, shining like the Polaris, and immediately dragged him to get acquainted with his classmates.
He already knew Megumi briefly, and Nobara was definitely a noteworthy kid. The girl immediately looked at the sorcerer appraisingly, saying “I hope you are not as weird as Gojo sensei”, to which the latter only laughed.
Nanami himself would like to believe in this phrase.
The children rushed rather briskly after the curse, which looked like a huge stick insect, spreading its thin limbs in all directions, and the senior shamans could only watch all this circus, sitting on a bench.
Kento was starting to feel like an old man, even though he was only twenty-seven years old.
The life of a sorcerer is unfortunately very short, and it would be good to live to at least thirty.
-Why are you sad, Nanamin? Thinking about the frailty of life? - sometimes Gojo was terribly perceptive, and this, by the way, also irritated, - Look how the children are having fun. They run here in the wild, breathing fresh air. What could be better? Nanamiin! Do not pout. Tell me something better in this language of yours. Danish it seems?
On the one hand, Kento could always tell Gojo to fuck himself, both in Danish and Japanese, but now, sitting on a bench in the park, it was disgustingly boring.
-Og hvad siger du? Din nysgerrighed er charmerende, men nogle gange irriterende / And what do i need to say? Your curiosity is adorable, but sometimes so annoying /
Gojo immediately broke into a smile, lowering his glasses from his nose. This time he did not put on the blindfold again, and it seemed to Nanami that he had hardly seen it on the senior sorcerer lately.
Satoru even moved closer, so that Nanami could see the endless sky in eyes that scared the entire part of Japan that knew about the existence of curses.
-Maybe you can teach me, too? - white eyelashes fluttered, making a touching expression, - Additional languages are always useful. And in general, I heard that in order to perfectly learn a language, you need to form a bond with a native speaker~
Where did this come from, Nanami did not know. And didn't want to know
-If you want to learn a language, put the dictionary under your pillow, - Gojo received a poke in the forehead, and pouted indicatively, although Nanami's finger stopped before infinity, - Når du buldrer, ligner du en vred killing / when you pout, you look like an angry kitten /
The senior sorcerer naturally did not understand a word, and only pouted more than before. So Nanami had to, do exactly what she had to do, get up and buy him a Nutella pancake with whipped cream from a nearby stall.
It's better for him to stuff himself with sugar than to sit and pout.
Watching Satoru devour the pancake, like a python in the Amazon jungle, Nanami involuntarily caught himself smiling.
Even though Gojo Satoru was the strongest living sorcerer, and could demolish cities and forests with his frightening techniques, the ability to eat like a human being, apparently, was not included in the spectrum of his skills.
-Here, clean yourself, - Kento always had extra napkins in his pockets, and he put one of them into Gojo’s palm, which turned out to be surprisingly cold, - Spise som en lille gris / you eat like a little pig /, - while Satoru wiped his cheeks, Nanami caught himself smiling again.
And maybe he would have smiled further, relaxing, if he hadn’t seen how Itadori was looking at him very expressively, who, apparently, had already finished with the curse along with his classmates.
So Nanami had to collect himself, fast. After all, you can not drop your own authority in front of children.
Yuuji of course left the situation without comment, but for the rest of the day, he looked at Nanami with a suggestive expression on his face. Maybe, of course, it only seemed to him, but the teenager was too perceptive for his age.
He cannot let the other children join him in the future. Yuuji was harmless, like a puppy, but this was not to be expected from the rest.
Fushiguro could go through with a sarcastic comment, and it was generally unclear what to expect from Kugisaki.
But things have only gotten worse since then. Gojo now sent memes much more often, and not infrequently at completely obscene hours for this, revealingly offended when Nanami turned off the phone.
They also began to go to the cafe more often, and Kento himself didn’t notice, he just bought coffee and buns for his senpai over and over again, so that the employee was already looking askance at them as if they were a young couple.
The man was becoming more and more accustomed to the presence of the elder sorcerer nearby, whether it was his chatter about some series, the latest antics of children, or just him eating sweets in the background while Nanami read the newspaper.
The presence of Gojo in his life no longer irritated him.
Rather, it was soothing.
The nicknames Nanami used to give him in Danish eventually changed to solskin /sunshine/ and min kære /my dear/, the last of which the shaman mentioned mostly when he was not too sober in the bar, while Gojo blinked his eyes nearby, sipping his non-alcoholic mishmash with a bunch of syrups, and a colorful umbrella sticking out of a glass.
Inwardly, Kento consoled himself with the fact that it was difficult to understand Danish by ear, and Satoru would never have the patience to sit down and learn a new language because everything in life comes so easily to him.
Children still squinted knowingly, Shoko even asked questions on the topic a couple of times, in between beers, but Nanami was always silent.
He himself did not decide for himself that this was happening between them, and how to call such a feeling, which he had not experienced since the time when Khaibara Yu was still alive and walked the earth.
And Satoru, with his eternal mourning for Geto, that abandoned them all for the sake of his ideals and beliefs, definitely would not pay attention to him in such a vein.
Not to say that Nanami Kento was a coward, and was afraid to ask directly, but subconsciously he did not want to hear a refusal.
Pride was one of the few things in life that he still held on to, and it was not at all part of the man's plans to lose it.
So once again, when Kento called Satoru to his home, for coffee and buns (when it all turned into regular events, Nanami himself did not notice, and did not want to think, so as not to discredit himself, in his own eyes), the man simply he calmly brewed coffee and put the notorious buns on a plate, listening out of the corner of his ear to someone else's chatter.
- How many spoons of sugar do you put in your coffee, min kære /my dear/? - there was no answer to the question, and Nanami turned around, looking inquiringly at the elder sorcerer since questions regarding sugar were always extremely important to him, - Did something happen?
- Intet skete / nothing happened / - Gojo's accent was just terrible, but Nanami still felt cold sweat running down his back, - Jeg huskede lige en sætning / I was just remembering one phrase / .
Kento chuckled nervously, feeling panic rising in his throat.
- Og hvilken sætning huskede du? / And what phrase did you remember? / - it was always possible to declare that all the previous times were illusions, insinuations, and in general phrases in another language can sound different depending on the context. But Satoru apparently did not intend to listen to this, moving close to the kouhai, and placing his hands on the tabletop on his sides, blocking off any escape routes.
-Jeg kan virkelig godt lide dig Kento / I really like you, Kento /, - Gojo smiled like a Mona Lisa, looking at Nanami with his infinitely blue eyes, - Kys mig venligst / kiss me please / .
The world's strongest sorcerer's lips tasted like ten yen cherry popsicles, and Nanami would even scold him for his lack of taste if he wasn't busy with something much more important at the moment.
But Gojo still learned the language. And even without a dictionary under the pillow.