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Finally. Finally she died.
She was a horrible person, arrogant and selfish, only caring about those in the clan and whoever else she one day hoped would become Satoru’s wife. She had been the one to fuss the most about her grandson, Gojo Satoru, being born with both six eyes and limitless, and the day Satoru turned the ripe age of 6, she started talking about marriage.
She had spent her whole life picking out girls who were Satoru’s age from various clans, and set them up. Everything was fake, the girls could barely keep the conversation going without giggling every two sentences, completely lovestruck, and though Gojo found it funny to watch, he was disgusted to his core.
Imagine the complete horror and disgust that was on her face when Gojo returned home with Nanami’s hand in his.
She never took contact to Satoru again, apart from asking once in a while if he had settled with a girl yet, and Satoru wouldn’t want it any other way, apart from the questioning that is.
“There’s not a lot to pack down” Nanami interrupted his train of thought as they walked through the expensive looking door.
“She was one of those weird minimalists, don’t get fooled by the little amount of interior though, that couch probably costed more than your whole apartment” Gojo snickered, kicking said couch lightly.
Nanami didn’t answer. This place was nothing but bad memories, he was sure that he was speaking for the both of them. He threw the fold out boxes onto the coffee table made of marble except one and began folding it out with care, Gojo wandered around the house.
“Help me with the shelf?”
“Yeah, coming”
He began removing things from the shelves carefully, one by one. His hands trembled, he felt the cold sweat run down his back like a wave of water as he almost dropped the small plant, he managed to catch himself in time before swallowing hard.
Nanami placed the plant on a nearby countertop, he let out a breath he had been holding for too long.
He definitely couldn’t say he was thrilled about this.
“Here” Gojo muttered as he handed Nanami the empty shelf he had somehow in record time managed to get off the wall. He hummed and put it in the box, they had a long way to go.
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He didn’t realise how tiring packing down an entire house could be.
Four and a half hours later, the dining room and kitchen had been emptied out. Four and a half hours later, Nanami felt like he had been emptied out as well. He would definitely be sore tomorrow, thinking about it made him groan internally.
“I hate this place” Gojo finally spoke, his voice sounded empty, but still so full of dread and irritation.
“I know, me too”
“She was a horrible person”
“I know”
Gojo fiddled at the fabric of his pants.
“She treated you horribly”
Nanami’s breath hitched, the words suddenly choked in his throat.
He remembered it too clearly, the very first time they had visited her. She was surprised, unpleased if not down right utterly disgusted, and it definitely showed. She has been expecting a girl, a beautiful powerful one from another big clan who would hold Satoru’s hand and make food for him every night. A girl who would accompany Satoru for the rest of his days, who would be sweet, kind and caring. The kind of girl you would like before even speaking to her, and instead Nanami had showed up.
Merely ten minutes after they had went inside Nanami’s dress shirt had been ruined by the coffee ‘accidentally’ spilt by Gojo-sama. Of course it wasn’t accidental, her face had shown it all.
Satoru had been furious, and if it wasn’t for Nanami who had stopped him he definitely would have teared the place down.
They had left 15 minutes after they arrived.
“She’s gone now” he ended up replying, after a bit too long.
Gojo hummed.
“Come on, it’s getting late”
Nanami stood up, pulling Gojo with him. He let out a sigh of relief as the crisp autumn wind hit his face, feeling immediately refreshed and lightened up.
“I love you Kento, you know I would never choose any girl over you” Satoru muttered, wrapped long limbs around Nanami’s neck from behind. Nanami breathed in his scent In.
“Of course” he smiled and turned around, his arms settled on Gojo’s shoulders, pulling him down into a sweet kiss.