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Nanami begrudgingly and resentfully realizes he's in love with Gojo.
Well, not in love . He's not about to wax poetry about Gojo's features or anything. He just has the teeniest, tiniest, possible crush on him. But that's almost worse, because what grown man has a crush ? He's not in junior high for Christ's sake. It can't be a crush, but it's not love , so whatever's between a crush and in love, it's that.
If it was anyone else, Nanami wouldn't care. He's been romantically interested in people before, and it didn't matter then.
A few months ago, when he'd developed a liking for 'bread girl' at the bakery he frequented, what did he do? Nothing, and it went away eventually.
His co-worker from when he was working white collar? He'd asked him out for a few drinks and quickly lost interest when he saw the man get hammered and then catcall three different women in the span of 30 minutes.
And Yu? Well, Yu was different. For one, Nanami never got over him, and two, Yu liked him back, and they dated until his, well, death. Yu was being in love. Bread girl and past co-worker? Miniscule crushes.
Gojo? The jury's still out on that one. Chances were, he'd get over it in a while, and until then it's not like he has to avoid the other man or act weird around him. What's the worst that'll happen if he sees him? He'll blush and get all shy like a schoolgirl? Fat chance.
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He gets a boner. That's the worst that can happen.
Nanami actually pops a fucking boner, like he's 14 years old again. And at what? Gojo being maybe a little bit naked? Nanami glances over to where Gojo is standing. He's taken off his shirt, and⎯ ohmygod, he's taking off his pants . Nanami makes an accidental groaning sound, and Gojo looks up.
"Oh Nanamin, don't be such a prude," He says, seemingly taking Nanami's grunt as that of annoyance. "It's like 90 degrees in here, if I keep my clothes on I'll sweat up a storm."
You already are, Nanami thinks, watching as a trail of sweat makes his skin shine under the shitty motel lights.
They'd been on a mission together, and while they exorcised the curses quickly and painlessly, they needed to stay in the area for another day to interview a few people about the incident. Which is how they ended up in a motel room together, with Gojo naked, and Nanami being haunted by the prospect that he's about to sleep in the same bed as Gojo while still sporting a very annoying boner.
He'd hidden it so far by holding his coat in front of him, but sooner or later Gojo would have to notice right? If he hadn't already that is, with his six eyes and everything he's probably noticed.
That's not how it works , Nanami thinks. It's not like he can see through stuff.
Could he??
Gojo had already plopped onto the room's singular double bed and started flipping through channels on the tv, totally nonchalant about being in nothing but his underwear.
"You gonna get in here or what?" Gojo playfully says, glancing over to where Nanami is still awkwardly standing.
Nanami swallows, which makes him realize how dry his mouth is, he thinks he means to say something but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. He clears his throat.
Gojo looks down at his lap, suddenly speaking in a much more timid voice, "Look, I get that you're upset about the whole one-bed thing, but this was the only available room. If it bothers you that much, I can sleep on the floor."
Nanami's chest hurts. Gojo is so honorably offering to sleep uncomfortably because he thinks Nanami would prefer it because despite being annoying and egotistical sometimes, Gojo is a good person who puts others before himself.
And what's Nanami doing? Trying hard ( ugh , bad choice of words) to hide his stupid erection.
Nanami bites his cheek, and the taste of iron fills his mouth, "It's okay. We can share."
Gojo brightens up at Nanami's words, and god , Nanami thinks he's gonna bend over and die right there, his heart unable to take it all.
"You gonna sleep in your suit?" Gojo jokes, which makes Nanami realize that if he doesn't wanna sleep naked like Gojo, he's gonna have to sleep in his suit since he forgot to bring a change of clothes. There's no way he can sleep in his boxers with Gojo in the bed, his boner would never go down, and he'd die because of all the blood circulating in the wrong area. He supposes it doesn't matter if he keeps the suit on, because at one point Gojo is gonna notice the bulge in his pants, whether he's in his underwear or not.
"Do you not have a change of clothes? I don't mind if you go commando," Gojo chatters cheerfully, and Nanami thinks he's gonna shrink under his scrutinizing gaze.
Gojo misunderstands Nanami's silence as offense, "Heh, sorry, bad joke," He says, bashfully rubbing his neck. "If you don't have a change of clothes to sleep in, you can borrow some of my clothes. I usually carry an extra shirt and sweats with me."
Nanami is actually gonna die. His heart is gonna shrivel up, and his dick is gonna explode and then he'll be dead, and his gravestones will be so sad.
Nanami Kento
July 3, 1990, ~ Oct. 17, 2016
Died single and horny
His legacy is carried on by his cat
He doesn't know what to say, but he can't imagine sleeping in his suit, and being practically naked with Gojo while sharing a bed is obviously not gonna work out so⎯
"Yes, I'd appreciate that."
Gojo smiles, goofy and wide, and Nanami thinks he's gonna cum in his nicely tailored dress pants like a teenager.
"Cool, cool. Look in my bag, it should be stuffed somewhere in there. Don't worry, it's all clean" Gojo seems to tack the last part on as a joke, but Nanami is suddenly hit with the idea of what Gojo's dirty laundry would smell like and⎯
God , if he doesn't stop having thoughts like this his boner will never go down.
Nanami rifles through Gojo's bag for the clothes, and after a moment is able to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.
"I'm gonna change in the bathroom." He says, and Gojo makes a non-commital sound, clearly too engulfed in some American show. Nanami's watched an episode of it before, and never really got the appeal. It's basically just four guys who prank and do dumb shit to each other, disturbing the public in the process.
It's exactly the type of show Gojo would like, Nanami realizes. While it should totally give Nanami the ick, it doesn't, which is definitely cause for concern. Nanami is starting to feel that Gojo could do anything short of genocide, and Nanami would be okay with it.
Nanami slides into the bathroom, trying to angle his body so that even if Gojo was watching he couldn't see Nanami's pesky penis problem. The bathroom is standard for a motel. Dingy and drab, with a far too small sink, and a shitty mirror. Nanami locks the door, even though he doubts Gojo would come in. He unbotens his shirt and peels it off, then follows suit with his pants. It's only when he's completely naked does he realize how sweaty he is. He doesn't feel like going to sleep while drenched in sweat, and probably smelling a bit gross.
"Gojo?" He calls through the closed door, "Do you mind if I take a shower?"
Gojo calls back, his voice slightly warped by the door between them, "Uh-huh, go ahead!"
Nanami gingerly turns on the shower, and steps in. He notices the motel soap has already been opened, and wonders if Gojo took a shower while Nanami had gone out to fetch some dinner for them. Nanami wonders offhandedly what Gojo would look like, covered in soap suds, all wet and slightly blushed from the steam⎯
Nanami turns the knob all the way to the left, causing the warm water to turn cold. It feels like a bunch of little nails hammering into his back, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He just needed to cool down and chill the fuck out, and probably stop being such a fucking pervert . God, he disgusts himself. Poor Gojo probably thinks he's a respectable, perhaps a bit uptight, colleague when in reality he's just a gross pervert with a crush .
Yeah, a crush , he'll admit it.
God, I'm the worst , He thinks.
Luckily, the frigid water deflates his boner, and after soaping himself up a bit, he's able to turn the water off. He towels off and pulls on his boxers. Now if only he could chill out and put on Gojo's borrowed clothing, and stop acting like it was a big deal because it isn't. It's just friends⎯ no, peers, sharing clothes. Normal, friendly activity.
Nanami pulls the pants on first. They're slightly too long for him and a bit tighter than they're probably intended to be, but they work and are comfortable enough. He pulls the shirt on next, and like the pants it's also too long, hanging a bit further down past his hips. It's a bit tighter across his chest and shoulders, but still a good fit. Nanami wonders if this is what Gojo wears in his downtime. He's hit with a sudden impulse, and against better judgment, brings the collar of the shirt up to his nose. He inhales deeply. It smells mostly like detergent, but just under it, he can faintly smell... rosewood perhaps? Or patchouli? Nanami wonders if that's because of the cologne or deodorant Gojo normally wears.
Nanami is suddenly hit with a feeling of embarrassment. Sniffing his crush's clothes? Really? He definitely counts as some kind of pervert now. God.
Much cleaner from his shower, and definitely a little disgusted with himself, Nanami exits the bathroom. He finds Gojo had already turned out the lights, and the TV, and seemed to have fallen asleep. Nanami softly pads over to the side of the bed Gojo isn't currently curled up on, and slips into the sheets.
He glances at Gojo and tries hard not to think about the fact that the man is very much naked, and not even a foot away from him. Nanami closes his eyes, and tries to ignore how intimate this all feels. It will be over in the morning, and then he can pretend none of it ever happened. At least that's what he tells himself.
Nanami thinks he has almost gotten comfortable enough to fall asleep when he feels the mattress dip next to him, and he suddenly feels the hot breath of someone on his neck. Nanami flings his eyes open and finds Gojo practically nuzzling into his neck. Nanami's breath quickens and he has to will himself not to pop another fucking boner . Once Nanami is sure he's not gonna jizz his pants if he looks at Gojo, he turns his head slightly to better assess the situation.
Gojo seems to still be asleep, but perhaps out of habit or some god's cruel doing, he has turned over in the bed and so happened to fall practically on Nanami. He's also thrown a bit of his leg on top of Nanami's own, and, for lack of a better word, seems to be spooning him.
All the blood rushing to his ears is definitely not normal, and probably gonna kill him. Although, it's better the blood stay there than return to his... nether regions.
Nanami doesn't know what to do. Should he wake Gojo up? Move him? Ignore it?? Nanami tries to shake out of Gojo's hold, but it proves difficult. Gojo has the iron grip of a well-seasoned sorcerer, an iron grip he was currently using to cling to Nanami.
Nanami feels the urge to panic. He wants to slip into an absolute ape shit, banging against the walls, psychotic panic. But when he cranes his neck awkwardly to see Gojo's face, in this position, it almost soothes him, like a balm.
So. Nanami is currently, for lack of a better word, cuddling with the man he likes, who also so happens to be the most powerful sorcerer the world has probably ever seen. Is it scary? Honestly a bit. Awkward? Yep. Sorta cute the way Gojo's cheek squishes against Nanami's shoulder? That too.
In a position like this, it's almost like they are a couple. Like Nanami is someone Gojo cares for beyond being just a co-worker. And Gojo's embrace is very nice, if a bit awkward. Nanami decides he will let it be, seeing there's not much he can do about his current situation, and even if he could, deep down he really doesn't want to.
Nanami can't help but smile slightly, and before he slips into a light slumber, he turns his head slowly and pecks Gojo on the forehead.
"Goodnight."