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Nanami sniveled as he walked around the outside premises of the Tokyo campus, shivering slightly in his wool coat and pulling it tighter against his body. Turning a corner, he beelined for the vending machine, cursing when he almost slipped on an icy patch on his way.
“Come on,” he muttered as he pressed the buttons, stomping on the spot until he finally heard the metal thunk of his purchase, immediately reaching for it and letting out a relieved sigh as he closed his hands around the warm can.
“Kento, are you cold?” he heard from behind.
Turning around, Nanami saw Gojo casually dressed in an unzipped winter jacket, a stark contrast to Nanami’s bundled up form. Gojo always ran warmer than him, despite everything about him screaming winter - from his frosty white hair to his crystal blue eyes, even his birthday. Nanami was the opposite, running rather cold which only made his dislike for winter even worse.
“That’s an understatement,” Nanami sighed, teeth clattering slightly.
Gojo stepped closer, the snowflakes swaying ever so slightly around him due to his infinity. Once he was in front of Nanami, he peered at what Nanami was holding in his clasp.
“Really?” he grinned. “Corn soup?”
“What’s wrong with that? It’s warm and comforting,” Nanami huffed, pulling the can closer to himself to shield it from Gojo’s teasing gaze.
Gojo stuck his tongue out at Nanami, then he started taking his thin gloves off, leaving his hands hovering in the space between them. It appeared that he had lowered his infinity as the snow started clinging to his jacket, and Nanami noticed his cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
“Here,” Gojo said, suddenly cradling Nanami’s face.
Nanami flinched, but where he had expected ice cold hands, he instead felt a comforting warmth where Gojo touched him, slowly heating up his tingling skin.
“Better than canned soup, right?” Gojo beamed.
“Can’t say. I haven’t tried this specific brand yet.”
Gojo moved his hands so his fingers closed around Nanami’s frozen ears, then he tilted Nanami’s face upward.
“You know, your nose is all red, too.”
Closing the space between them, Gojo leaned forward and kissed the tip of Nanami’s nose, startling Nanami slightly.
“Cute,” Gojo laughed, placing yet another kiss on it before letting go.
Nanami blinked at the sudden affection, then remembering where they were, he gave Gojo’s arm a light smack.
“I told you, not here!”
“Rela~x,” Gojo drawled, stepping next to Nanami and tossing his arm over his shoulder. “The kids are bundled up in Megumi’s room, probably watching some bad-”
Gojo was abruptly cut off by a snowball smashing into the back of his head. Both men turned around, seeing Maki and Itadori bent over what had to be Fushiguro’s dorm window, balling up snow in their bare hands.
“Gojo! Nanamin!” Itadori shouted, giving them a happy wave.
“Nanami, is he bothering you?” Maki called from across the yard, compressing the large mound of snow between her hands.
“A bit,” Nanami called back.
“Rude,” Gojo pouted, massaging his head where the snowball had hit him.
While the teens were looking away, Nanami buffed his shoulder against Gojo’s and glanced up at him.
“So, you knew the ball was coming, yet you kept your infinity down.”
“And?” Gojo shrugged, dodging yet another snowball coming his way, this one flying at a much slower speed followed by Maki calling Itadori a softie.
“Well then,” Nanami mused, “aren’t you a good teacher?”
Seeing Maki give her snowball - now practically an ice ball - one final press, Nanami stepped further to the side, away from Gojo. While he knew fully well that Maki wouldn’t miss, he still didn’t want any involvement in what was going on.
“You’d be a good teacher too, I’m just saying,” Gojo shrugged, crouching down to collect snow for his own snowball.
“I told you already-”
The piercing sound of Maki’s snowball shattering into the stone pavement where Gojo had been crouching mere milliseconds ago was loud enough to make Nanami flinch, the echo of it traveling across the otherwise empty campus.
“Hey, where did he-” Idatori started, but he was promptly silenced when Gojo appeared in front of Fushiguro’s dorm window, shoving his hands full of snow into both Itadori and Maki’s faces.
“Surprise!” Gojo shouted, clearly taking delight in the muffled screams of his students. “Now let the adults talk in peace, thank you~”.
Before Maki could swing at him, Gojo returned to the spot next to Nanami, making the falling snowflakes around them swirl. Gojo patted his wet hands against his pants before stuffing them into his pockets, turning to Nanami with a smile and speaking in a hushed voice.
“Want to go to your place? I’m craving your hot cocoa right now.”
“Satoru, it’s basically just milk, sugar and cocoa powder.”
“Yet you make it taste so delicious.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”
“Not even a kiss?”
“If you teleport us to my place, I might consider it,” Nanami sniveled, treading on the spot to warm himself up.
“Well aren’t you generous,” Gojo tutted.
After nodding his goodbyes to the students, Nanami discreetly tugged on Gojo’s coat, signaling for him to walk a bit with Nanami. Gojo followed, and when they had rounded a corner where they were well-hidden from any prying eyes, Nanami turned to face Gojo.
“Did you forget something?” Gojo asked, tilting his head slightly.
Nanami ignored the question, instead stepping closer to Gojo and snaking into his open jacket. Gojo laughed, his chest shaking slightly while he tugged the jacket around Nanami’s body, covering it as well as he could.
“Seriously, how are you this warm,” Nanami sighed against Gojo’s clavicle, his teeth no longer chattering.
“Told you I was better than corn soup.”
Nanami huffed, but Gojo got his reply when Nanami leaned closer into Gojo’s space, fitting snugly against him.
“You ready to go?” Gojo asked.
Nanami nodded and Gojo made quick work of teleporting them, landing right next to the door inside of Nanami’s pitch black apartment. Gojo reached his hand behind him and pressed the light switch on the wall, lighting up the hallway.
“We’re here~,” Gojo sang.
He released his grip on Nanami, but when Nanami stayed in his spot, Gojo’s arms closed around him again, hands going up and down Nanami’s back.
“Still cold?”
“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit tired,” Nanami muttered.
Without a word, Gojo started helping Nanami with taking his layers off, and Nanami let him, shivering a bit from the cold and his weariness.
“How about a warm shower, then we can cozy up on the couch together if you want,” Gojo suggested. “Minus the can, though.”
Nanami gave Gojo a questioning look, then looking down at his hands, he saw that he was still holding the soup, now luke-warm in his grip.
“Oh, I didn’t even notice.”
He sighed and stepped into his apartment, placing the can on his kitchen counter before slowly making his way to the living room. He heard the slow thumps of Gojo’s footsteps behind him, and while Gojo wasn’t known as someone who respected people’s boundaries, he always backed off when Nanami was feeling drained.
“No shower?” Gojo asked when Nanami plopped down on the couch.
“If I smell, let me know,” Nanami yawned, sinking into his seat.
Gojo laughed and followed suit, stretching out on the opposite end of the couch and holding his arms out for Nanami to fall into. Nanami crawled to Gojo’s end and nestled himself into Gojo’s embrace, feeling like he could fall asleep at any second.
“Ah, I didn’t make you any hot cocoa,” he stirred, getting up to sit on his knees.
Before Nanami could get up from the couch, Gojo grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back down with a huff, holding him in a tight hug.
“It can wait. Just promise you’ll add tons of marshmallows and chocolate syrup,” he smiled.
“Would you like some cake mixed in too?” Nanami grimaced.
“Oh, that actually sounds good!”
Nanami rolled his eyes before putting his head back against Gojo’s chest, thinking about how he actually did have chocolate cake in the freezer, just for Gojo.
He shifted a little, and while the position they were in wasn’t the most comfortable, Gojo’s warmth and the large hands splayed across Nanami’s back made up for that.
“So warm,” Nanami breathed, which made Gojo laugh.
“You let me use you as my personal ice-pack during summer, so let’s call it an even trade.”
“We’re like that in a lot of ways, aren’t we?” Nanami murmured.
Gojo made an inquiring noise, and Nanami tilted his head upward to look at Gojo.
“Hot and cold, extrovert and introvert, sweet and bitter.”
“Oh, you mean like that. But we have things in common, too, though.”
“Such as?”
“Well,” Gojo grinned, “a little birdie told me that grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento and special-grade sorcerer Gojo Satoru both like each other, so there’s that.”
“I don’t like you,” Nanami huffed, putting his head back down and closing his eyes.
“You- what?!” Gojo choked, and Nanami felt him go tense underneath him.
“We’ve been together for more than a year. I think ‘like’ is a bit too shallow.”
“Kento,” Gojo laid out carefully, “are you-”
“There’s some cake in the freezer, and I’ve bought the brand of marshmallows you prefer - not that I can tell the difference,” Nanami yawned, feeling his exhausted mind slip into a haze. “I’ll make some for you after I’ve slept a little, okay?”
Despite not being able to see Gojo’s face, Nanami felt his heart beat pick up where his ear was pressed against Gojo’s chest. All tension suddenly left the body underneath him, and there was a softness in Gojo’s voice when he replied back.
“I’d love that,” Gojo hummed, kissing the top of Nanami’s head. “Thank you”.
Both men knew what each person was trying to convey, but for now, there was no pressure from either side, and as Nanami drifted into sleep, Gojo soon followed, lulled by Nanami’s steady breaths and the gentle whistle of the cold wind outside.