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1. The beginning.
It wasn't often that people thanked them, Nanami noticed it immediately.
He knew that reasonably it shouldn't be expected but it has always left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He didn't work to be praised but a 'thank you' was always welcome. Especially after saving everyone's ass repeatedly, day after day. Not even considering how the curses were produced by humans.
He felt instantly disgusted at himself for even thinking it.
Killing curses was to protect people, not to avoid feeling like shit at the end of the day.
Especially since most of the same people who created those monsters couldn't even see them. They didn't know what was happening to and around them. They were completely unaware of the jujutsu world and the hard work put into everyday missions.
They weren't at fault because they had no idea how their negative emotions could affect the rest of the world.
Nanami sometimes wished to be as clueless as them. To not worry about dying at sixteen or to stop thinking about the weight of having to protect someone even younger than him.
He wondered, for a moment, how Gojo could do it. Even for his shitty personality, it must be hard to be constantly reminded that everything depends on his actions.
Being born to be a weapon must be shit.
Nanami huffed, masking his annoyed expression behind long blond bangs. They were useful for something, at least. Not like his bitter thoughts.
He was just tired. His thoughts tend to spiral after a difficult mission.
He opted to scan the place one more time, just in case something popped out at the last minute, but it was fortunately all clean.
He let out a breath of relief, obviously not in the right state of mind for a surprise attack.
Haibara, for his part, was talking with a couple. Probably in search of missed damages or to simply reassure them. His sunny attitude always helped with these kinds of things.
The woman in front of him had a little girl clinging to her skirt, perhaps still scared.
Just looking at the kid, he remembered why he does what he does. To protect little and innocent people like her. To let other kids live their without fear of the next day.
Nanami was so deep in his mind that didn't notice the child leaving her mother's side until she tagged on his sleeve.
He was definitely more tired than he thought.
He peered down, a curious expression on his face. At least, the visible part of it.
Nanami kneeled slowly, not wanting to startle her in any way. She was so little. The idea that someone like her, so young and so pure, could have died made him taste acid in his mouth.
He swallowed it down with all his other negative feelings.
"Are you all right?"
The little girl nodded but didn't say anything. Instead, she patted around her denim jumpsuit for a moment. Looking satisfied, she reached out to him with her palms up.
A little object propped on them.
Nanami squinted his eyes, almost not focusing on what was happening until he finally recognized what she was carrying.
A hairclip, black with a white cat on the wider side.
"Do you want me to help you with that?"
The girl shook her head, pretty curls bouncing with the movement. She pointed one chubby finger at his face, to Nanami's bangs.
"Oh."
She wanted to help him with his hair. The simple gesture made his heart ache and he lowered his head so she could clip back his hair.
She spent a few minutes trying to position it in the perfect place before nodding, happy with her work.
Nanami raised his head, smiling softly at the kid. It was such a simple gesture per se but he felt so happy at the attention.
All his negativity disappeared at once.
Her satisfied smile and her soft curls were enough to eliminate any of his dark thoughts. Like a serotonin boost or a warm hug on a particularly cold day.
"Thank you so much."
He was sincere. Even though he'd normally never use such things he really appreciated the offer.
"Yukina, don't disturb him."
The mother reached her daughter and took her hand, bowing in apology.
"She didn't at all. She just wanted to give me a gift."
Nanami reassured. She really wasn't disturbing at all. Yukina was actually making his day better.
The woman noticed the clip in his hair and looked from the accessory to her kid. A surprised expression turned into a smile almost immediately.
"She likes you. She never shares her things."
Nanami's lips twitched, mimicking the smile.
"I must thank you again, then, young lady. Are you sure about me keeping it?"
Yukina nodded, almost offended at the fair question. He simply didn't want her to cry at home, once looking for it and remembering she gave her precious hairclip away.
"You saved me. You deserve it."
Nanami looked surprised, a genuine happiness blooming in his heart. Why couldn't everyone be as sweet as this little girl?
"I'll treasure it."
She raised her pinky. Apparently, words weren't enough.
He intertwined his finger with hers and shook on it.
After the family left, Haibara approached Nanami with a smile so wide it made the sun pale.
"Look at you being happy on a mission."
Nanami sent him a warning glance.
"Don't push it now."
Haibara laughed openly, circling his shoulders with one arm to drag him to their waiting car.
He sat in silence to the ride to school, hand covering the bottom half of his face and his wide smile.
Now that his hair was clipped back, he didn't have anything else to hide behind.
He didn't try to take it off though; instead, he wore it with pride to their campus.
Not even teasing could ruin his moment.
As if summoned by the word 'tease', his senpais were waiting for them to return.
Gojo and Geto seemed to be into their current argument, not noticing their presence.
Knowing the duo though, Gojo was probably ignoring them and Geto was genuinely too much into the conversation. Otherwise, he would have waved his hand at them immediately.
Ieiri raised her head in salute, cigarette between her lips as always.
It didn't take long for her to notice.
"Who stole your emo look, Nanami? Do we need a new mission to retrieve back your bangs?"
Haibara snickered at his side while Nanami offered a simple eyeroll. Her teasing was always in good nature, if the soft smirk was any indication of it.
Two new pair of eyes set over them. Specifically, on Nanami's face and hair.
"Wow. Who knew you had such a babyface, Nanamin."
"I'll take offense when you'll make an original comment, Gojo-senpai."
Gojo gasped, leaning against Geto with a hand on his chest. Always a dramatic jerk.
"Did you hear that, Suguru? Me, Gojo Satoru, considered common."
Geto shrugged him off, ignoring his act and sparing some moments to look better at the hairclip.
"It's looks pretty on you, Nanami. Where did you get it?"
Nanami felt the blush warming his cheeks. He wasn't used to be receive compliments and Geto's eyes on him didn't make it easier.
He looked genuine, not a single hunch of tease or intention to make fun of him. His stare was scanning his face, regarding him with a pleasant smile and leaving Nanami a nervous wreck.
Nanami cleared his throat, to say something, but Gojo was already speaking. Probably not satisfied with not being the center of all the attention.
Still half-leaning on Geto, he gave a slow nod.
"We can finally see your pretty eyes."
Oh.
Nanami did not expect it. At all.
Another compliment and from Gojo nonetheless. He felt warm again and wished for his bangs to be down to cover the blush. His uniform would do, for the moment.
Haibara smirked at his side, nudging him with an elbow in the ribs. He didn't have the time to comment on it, thankfully, because Ieiri was already done with the exchanges.
"Oi, casanovas. Flirt later, I wanna hear the story."
Haibara launched himself into retelling the day and Nanami let him.
He had no problem with it at all.
Nanami didn't like talking that much, Haibara loved it. It was a win-win situation. Especially since he didn't trust his voice.
He gestured to Ieiri for a cigarette. Something he didn't do often but deeply craved at the moment.
"Do you want me to take it off?"
She gestured toward the clip with the lighter. He took it from her hand and shook his head before lighting his cigarette.
"No, thank you." He took the first drag and gave back the object, "I actually like it."
Surprising everyone, even himself, he smiled. A real smile. No twitching of lips, not the quirking of just one side but a soft stretch of lips.
"Who knows? I might even start to wear 'em daily."
He was obviously joking but the idea wasn't so bad. Hairclips were practical after all.
Ieiri blinked in surprise and he took it as a cue to leave the scene. He started to walk away, unaware of what was happening behind him.
He wanted to report to Yaga and secure his new hairclip in his room.
Haibara stopped mid-sentence to run up to him. Gojo's comment about rude kohai was stuck in his throat with an equally surprised Geto at his side. Both their skins were tinted with a pale pink.
No one talked for a moment. Then, a collective 'Ah.' was heard.
Nanami's smile was too much to bear.
2. Ieiri Shoko.
Nanami didn't think about the event for a few days. Conversations were forgotten and so was his comment about hairclips.
He had training in mind, his cursed energy to control, and spar sessions to be at.
It seemed as if he was the only one able to move on though.
He was currently in a sparring match with Haibara. Yaga supervising their hand-to-hand combat.
He was sweating buckets, hair sticking to his face and covering his eyes. He blew out some air in the hope of moving his bangs away.
Haibara, on his side, wasn't facing much better; hands resting on his knees and panting in fatigue.
"I don't understand why we need to fight without using our techniques. It's not like we can exorcise curses with a kick in the face."
Nanami rolled his eyes. It was the third time that Yu complained about it. He didn't need another lecture by Yaga.
"It's to build up stamina. We cannot depend on our cursed energy only."
Yaga seemed to approve the comment or so Nanami hoped. This was probably one of the few times where it was difficult to read his expression.
"Ass-kisser."
It didn't matter the way Haibara mumbled, Nanami heard it more than clearly. He clicked his tongue, fighting stance taken and ready to go again.
If he was more motivated about making him pay for it than any real reason, that was between Nanami and Nanami only.
"Wait."
Both of them turned to the side. Ieiri was running toward them, something in her hand.
"Ieiri-senpai? Is everything okay?"
It must have been something important if she was actually running.
She waved Nanami's worry with one free hand, clearing the distance with a few steps.
"Yes, yes. I was overseeing the dumb duo spar session, saw you, and had to give this to you."
Nanami looked as confused as Haibara. Surely anything she wanted to give him could wait.
He understood that Geto and Gojo's spar time could be boring, since they spent most of the time half doing what they were supposed to do and the remaining time arguing about jovial things, but surely not enough to let her interrupt his training.
She usually used those moments to smoke peacefully or scroll on her phone. Sometimes doing both.
"Is that another hair thingy?'
Haibara peered over his shoulder to search for some indication that he was right. Apparently, he was.
Ieiri flashed them a hairclip shaped like a cigarette. Short and half-smoked.
"Really?"
How could Yaga be so silent? He obviously couldn't be happy to see their training interrupted for such a stupid reason.
Ieiri shrugged, gesturing to him to lower his head. He sighed, wishing to eat back his words but still doing as told. After all, it was an innocuous thing and probably even helpful. He could do without having to move his sticky hair all the time during practice.
"Can I put it on?"
It was definitely not Ieiri who asked it. He looked up, finding his other senpais in front of him.
He had to fight back a blush. The memory of their last exchange, in a similar situation, rushed back to mind.
Great. Exactly what he wanted right now. At least, he could cover it up by saying it was because of exercising.
"Shouldn't you two be training?"
Yaga's scold came fo their sides, far but still well heard.
Geto flashed him a cheeky smile, one hand to cup his ear. A clear way to signal that he could not hear their teacher even if they all obviously could.
Gojo instead whined, sunglasses lowering on his nose and showing the exaggerated eyeroll.
"Why don't they get scolded, too? Are you playing favorites, hm? HM?"
Nanami could sense the incoming headache. His and Yaga's, most likely.
Their teacher didn't reply but pointed a disapproving stare toward the teens.
Fair. As long as no demonic dolls were involved, they could live with that.
"Are you gonna put it in my hair or I can get back to training?"
Nanami was losing his patience. He was fatigued and tired but not enough to prefer this little theatre over it.
"Can't we enjoy the break for a moment longer? Please?"
Nanami sent a side look to Haibara and his puppy eyes. Nice try but he could do better.
"No. The faster we finish, the faster I can take a shower and rest."
Gojo made a sound from the back of his throat. Scratchy and loud.
"Boooring. Live a little, Nanamin."
"I'm not gonna do this with you, Gojo-senpai."
Wrong words. He noticed as soon as Gojo's eyes glinted in delight.
"Oh? Are we doing something?"
Geto saved him from a new verbal fight with a careful elbow planted in Gojo's side to push him back.
Nanami didn't indulge in the fact that Gojo could have easily stopped that with infinity.
Ieiri, taking advantage of the situation, clipped the accessory to his hair.
"Here. All done. Now you can see again."
With a scowl, Nanami thanked her. He appreciated the gesture, it was nice, but he would have liked it better without all the antics and gratuitous chaos.
"No fair. I wanted to be the one to put it on."
Ieiri turned toward Gojo, sticking her tongue out at him. Nanami wasn't even sure of what was happening.
Had she done that? It was weird and he definitely didn't peg her as the type to display such behaviour.
"I bought it, why would I let you do it?"
"But—."
Nanami cut off both of them.
"If you wanna put it on my hair, buy one and do it. I won't say no, as you can see."
Gojo cocked his head to one side, probably searching for something to indicate he was lying.
Nanami wasn't. A hairclip was probably the most innocuous thing he could give him.
"Would you, now?"
"Are you having troubling hearing, senpai?"
Geto snickered at him. Violet eyes were full of mirth.
"You signed up for trouble, I fear."
"You're supposed to be on my side, Suguru."
"here, here."
Geto mocked him with pats on Gojo's back, fake sympathy in every gesture while Nanami was still thinking about his senpai's words.
"Show me your worst. I'm sure I can take anything you give me."
He flashed them a smirk, more than satisfied with how he ended the conversation, and took Haibara's arm.
His friend watched the whole exchange in amusement, enjoying all the chaos he'll surely witness soon.
"Let's go, Yu." and Nanami dragged him away before anyone could add anything.
Left behind, he didn't notice the obvious challenge in Gojo's eyes or the scheming in Geto's. He could surely imagine Ieiri's unbothered expression, though. She did show more than two emotions in a short amount of time afterall.
3. Haibara Yu.
Nanami knew that the whole affair wasn't closed but didn't suspect anything. Gojo, he was sure, would not strike so soon.
He'd take his time, thinking of a very specific way to embarrass him with a usual normal thing. That's why he was pretty relaxed when he reached the common room.
Once in a while, Haibara would drag everyone to a movie night.
Nanami didn't like the idea in particular but he could cope with it, for his friend. That and for some whiskey he and Ieiri would sip at any cringey or way too stupid lines.
They both loved a good excuse to drink a little. Sue them, they deserved it after everything they had to go through.
"Why are you so excited to go anyway? We could watch a movie in your room."
It wasn't the first time he grumbled about it, definitely won't be the last.
Haibara rolled his eyes but didn't hesitate to push him into the room.
The three musketeers were already there. Gojo and Geto on the sofa fighting, again, about what they should watch and Ieiri on the carpet.
She raised her eyes toward the new entrance and patted the spot near her to invite Nanami over.
Ieiri didn't actually have to do it, they always sat like this. Geto, Gojo and Haibara on the sofa. He and Ieiri on the carpet with Nanami under the strongest duo and Ieiri resting her head on Haibara's knees.
"Took your sweet time, Nanamin."
Nanami shrugged at Gojo, it wasn't a lie after all.
"Sorry if I'm late, I didn't wanna come."
Gojo gifted him an offended look while the rest of the room snickered.
Before he could sit down though, Haibara stopped him from one arm.
"Is everything all right?"
Nanami looked slightly concerned at his friend. Haibara was nervous when usually he would already be with the remote in his hands choosing a bad movie. (No one ever said anything. They all fought for a title but let Haibara choose in the end. Every single time.)
"Yes. Absolutely."
Haibara tried to reassure him with a smile, one hand in his pocket, but Gojo was already onto him.
"Aren't you planning on confessing, are you?"
Geto was looking hard at Haibara too. A weird occurrence since everybody knew that he adored his kohai.
"What?"
Both Nanami and Haibara looked at them wearing scandalized expressions at the idea.
"No," he quickly added Haibara, "I just wanted to give you this."
He took his hand out of the pocket to show the hairclip he was holding.
Weirdly enough, Nanami wasn't the only one to let out a sigh of relief.
"Pity," Ieiri said, lighting her cigarette. "I would have loved a good fight for Nanami's attention."
The man in question turned his attention from the hairclip to her, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted in confusion.
Geto kicked her in the back of the head before she could open her mouth again. Her yelp covered the embarrassing noise Gojo let out.
"She's joking."
They said it together sounding like twins from an old horror movie.
Nanami felt confused and already too tired. He waved them off and turned back to Haibara who didn't move.
He saw him share a conspiratorial look toward Ieiri but refrained from saying anything on the matter under a pair of warning stares.
"Anywaaay" Haibara said, to shift the tension. "Can I put it on?"
Nanami shrugged, taking just one look at the accessory. It was a chibi version of a white dragon or something that should be a dragon, at least.
"It looks like one of Geto-senpai's curses. Only uglier."
Haibara clipped it on him with an offended scoff.
"Just say thank you."
Nanami grinned at him, already moving to take his seat.
"I never asked you to buy it." Before Haibara could hit him, he added "But thank you."
"Let me see, it surely cannot be uglier than Suguru's curses."
Geto gifted Gojo's comment with a flick on the forehead which made his nose twitch.
"Don't listen to him, Geto-san. Some of your curses are really beautiful."
Nanami took his sit near Ieiri, back facing the television to show his new hairclip. He did like it.
Gojo whispered something to his best friend, way too quickly for Nanami to register all the words beside a 'Are you blushing, Suguru?' which confused him.
Geto waved Gojo off again, attention focused on Nanami.
"Just some of them?"
Nanami offered him a smirk.
"I mainly like to disagree with him but the white dragon is cool."
Geto smiled openly, amusement flashing in his eyes, while he reached for his hair with one hand. Carefully, he traced the hairclip with his fingertips before running them down toward his hair.
His gentle fingers hovered over his jaw for a second before pulling his hand back.
Nanami's breath faltered, feeling the urge to follow his hand and closing his eyes to enjoy the touch. He fought against it, not wanting to embarrass himself. Instead, he tilted his head toward Gojo who was staring at them.
There wasn't hostility and all his whining was completely done. He was observing, something in his eyes that Nanami couldn't pinpoint was there though.
Nanami could feel it. It was heated in a way but still tender and soft. He couldn't tell.
"What?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"What?"
Nanami huffed in exasperation. Of course, Gojo would not tell him anything but choose to parrot him.
"Nothing. Let's watch the movie."
He turned around, reaching for Ieiri's bottle.
"Did you start without me?"
"I had to. Cannot bear so much sexual tension completely sober."
This time, she dodged the kick and even turned around to mock Geto.
Nanami buried himself in the collar of his uniform, not daring to turn around once again and find his senpais' stares. Or worse, Haibara's.
He could feel his mocking grin without even looking at him. God, he wanted the ground to swallow him and his stupid blush.
"Can we just start the movie?"
Nanami couldn't stand anything else. It felt like too much had happened in a single night and his heart was starting to beat faster every time Ieiri's words repeated in his mind. (Especially since the memory of Gojo's stare and Geto's gentle touch were always attached to the words, too.)
In the end, they did start the movie and Haibara chose a cringey one. No one really said anything about it.
He and Ieiri kept passing the bottle around once in a while while she never moved from his resting spot. Haibara even went so far as to play with her hair as if petting a cat.
He found himself wanting something similar too and unconsciously laying back. Head resting on his senpais' knees.
Nanami was tense, the bottle left in between him and Ieiri, and couldn't keep the focus on the television. His fear of having done something weird was wiped out when he felt tentative touches on his hair.
His body instantly relaxed at one of his favorite sensations and went as far as learning even more back, eyes already closing in joy.
Maybe, he thought when the fingers in his hair were making him sleepy, movie nights weren't so terrible.
4. Geto Suguru.
Nanami was walking from the shower to his room wearing a tank top, sweatpants, and a towel on his still wet hair.
Once in a while, drops would fall on his face and he would use the towel to dry it and ruffle the hair in the process, too.
It was his routine after all: warm shower, chosen clothes, and towel. Every action is dictated by months of doing it in a precise order. Even the drying of his hair had a routine of its own.
What wasn't expected was one of his senpais waiting for him.
Geto was leaning outside his room, back resting on his closed door. He didn't leave his spot when he saw Nanami but got up and smiled at him nonetheless.
"huh."
Nanami blinked slowly, trying to understand what was going on. He felt like his senpais were around him all the time these past few days.
"May I help you, Geto-san?"
"I'm here to help you."
It made absolutely no sense and Nanami didn't waste time in saying so. Geto smirked but didn't seem offended. At all.
Especially if the way he dragged Nanami into his own room was any indication of it.
"I can finally see why you are so close to Gojo-san, senpai."
"Oh?" Geto tilted his head, closing the door behind them. "And why is that, Nanami-kun?"
Having Geto looking intently at him, in his closed room, was doing something to Nanami. He felt the urge to take a step back, hand tightening on one end of the towel.
Nanami could feel his heartbeat in his ears and shivers running down his back at the way he said his name. It was a lazy tone, dragging slightly on the honorific. The 'u' made Geto's lips touch as if he sending a kiss toward him.
Geto kept staring at him, eyes absorbing every action of Nanami. They trailed down his face to his mouth and his neck, noting the way his adam's apple bobbed when he gulped, before going back up to stare directly at him.
Violet eyes into soft amber ones.
"Are you scared of me or something, Nanami?"
"No." a beat later, he added, "should I?"
Geto laughed, upper body shaking with the motion.
"Nope. I wanted to help you dry your hair before giving you this."
Nanami looked at the extended hand toward him, a hairclip resting on it.
He felt incredibly stupid. Geto just wanted to give him an accessory. A cute one too, if Nanami could say so, and here he was shivering like an idiot under his gaze.
The hairclip was definitely simpler than Ieiri and Haibara's, more similar to the one Yukina gave him. It was black with purple dots and would certainly stand out on his blond locks.
"Oh. Thank you."
He reached to take the hairclip but Geto snatched his hand away.
"You have to let me dry your hair, now. You were scared of me."
"I wasn't."
He was feeling nervous before, and could admit so to himself, but fear wasn't the reason behind it. The teasing tone at least helped him relax, knowing exactly how to respond and act on occasion like this.
To show him that he was not afraid, he threw his towel into Geto's face.
"You're being a brat."
Nanami shrugged, alreading sitting on his bed and waiting for the other.
"I called it being even. You act like Gojo-san, I treat you like him."
Geto hummed, sitting behind him with crossed legs.
"Is this the reason why you can see we're so close?"
Nanami leaned back toward Geto, feeling his eyes closing in reflex. The careful touch from the night before was back and he had to fight the sleepy sensation to reply.
"Yeah."
It came out like a gasp but couldn't find it in himself to care. Geto was scratching lightly at the base of his hair, taking his time with every single lock and Nanami was feeling in heaven.
Geto smiled pleased at the sound, taking his time to drag out as little sounds from him as possible.
"Would you let him do what I'm doing?"
Nanami mumbled something vague, leaning completely against the other's hands, and thought that if Gojo was as good as Geto, he'd let him do whatever he wanted to him.
Both of them could.
They spent the remaining time in complete silence. Geto enjoying this version of Nanami and Nanami enjoying the contact.
When the hair was finally dry, Geto spoke.
"Can you turn around for me, Kento-kun?"
Nanami did but not without a protest at the lost touch. He faced Geto who was looking fondly at him.
"You're like a cat."
Geto left the towel on the bed, pulling back his bangs with his fingers. Nanami opened his eyes, breath caught in his throat.
He tried to reply, mind cleared, but found nothing. He vaguely registered the 'click' of the hairclip, too focused on staring at Geto.
He was beautiful.
"Am I?"
Nanami didn't realize he said it out loud and felt himself blush.
"You're pretty too, Kento."
Geto cupped one of his cheeks, rubbing his thumb along the blush and never staring at anything but Nanami.
Nanami licked the center of his bottom lip on reflex, eyes falling to Geto's mouth before raising them once again. He caught him doing the same, feeling suddenly really brave.
Nanami leaned forward, mimicking Geto and cupping his cheek.
"Can I k—."
The words were cut out by a pair of soft lips.
Nanami closed his eyes, standing on his knees to feel more comfortable while kissing him. The hand on his cheek moved to sink in soft black hair and the other rested on Geto's knee for balance.
Geto moved his hands to cup his nape, thumbs running up and down Nanami's sensitive skin making him moan softly. Taking advantage of it, he deepened the kiss.
Geto bit down on his lip, sucking gently on it before pulling back. Just enough to let him breathe.
"Too much?"
"Shut up, Suguru-san."
Nanami cut off his laugh by kissing him again, climbing in his lap to be more comfortable. He pulled at Geto's hair to let him tilt back his head and have more access.
Geto moaned against his mouth, hands going from his nape to his hips to hold him there.
Nanami called his name in a whine, the heat spreading in his body making him lose himself in the kiss and the desire.
They thrust their hips against each other, searching for something to placate that burning need in them.
But before anything could go further Nanami pulled back.
He opened his eyes to look at Geto, a little smirk stretching his plump lips.
"Too much?"
"You sure are bold, Nanamin."
The answer came from behind him where Gojo was leaning on his door.
5. Gojo Satoru.
Nanami was startled, jumping away from Geto and moving around to glare at the new person in the room.
Geto scoffed, stretching his legs from under him.
"Gojo-san."
Nanami spit out his name, compressing all his anger in a glare.
He could feel his blush running back, his heart beating too fast for its own good, and his pulse echoing in his ears. He didn't know what else to say, if there was something else to say.
He was angry, of course he was, but a tiny part of him was intrigued at the idea of Gojo admiring him and Geto. A stupid part of him felt almost aroused at the idea of kissing his senpai in front of the other, having all the attention on him.
The same part of him that was now pushed down by rage and astonishment.
Gojo didn't look much intimidated by him and Geto seemed completely normal about the whole situation if only a bit annoyed.
Probably more at being interrupted than by Gojo himself.
"What are you doing here?"
He tried a different approach, hoping to obtain at least a good explanation.
"I came here to give you this."
Gojo threw him a tiny object and he caught it easily. He was still frowning when he looked at what it was.
A hairclip, pretty similar to the one he was currently wearing. It was simple, white, and with light blue dots.
It was not something that he'd expect from Gojo. He expected something embarrassing from him, something absurd and obnoxious. Furthermore, the similarity to the one Geto gave him made him suspicious.
"We bought it together."
Nanami looked at Geto who explained and then at Gojo. He noticed it almost instantly, in the same way he noticed the chosen colors.
"Did you choose them based on your hair and eyes?"
The absurdity of the situation made him calm down. The anger dissipated, overwhelmed by the confusion. He felt like something was missing. A piece of a much bigger puzzle.
"Yes."
Geto spoke carefully, probably sensing the near meltdown from him. Gojo didn't seem to care much, more focused on making his point.
"You can have both of us on you, this way."
Nanami stilled, hand clenching around the new object. He felt his pulse increasing, the phrasing was way too misunderstandable.
"What."
He wasn't sure if they could hear him, the voice was stuck in his throat. Instantly, in his mind flashed the image of both of them on him.
Geto could play with his hair, cuddling him from behind and kissing him on top of his head. Gojo could rest his head on his lap, face nuzzling on his stomach.
Nanami took a shaky breath, his imagination moving toward more dangerous territory where 'on' him could be 'in' and the three of them would be panting in pleasure. Scenarios where they were all sweating, seeking pleasure, and giving it. The possible skin-to-skin contact, hips rubbing together and mouths and hands touching every part available.
He felt unsteady, the need to calm down and take deep breaths more present. It felt too much all at once. His body was overheating and his mind playing with him.
Geto moved from the bed, taking a step toward him but Nanami shook his head his way.
Not now, he needed a moment.
Gojo and Geto shared a look, debating what to do.
"Are you telling me you've never thought about it, Nanamin?"
Geto sent him a warning look but Gojo ignored him, moving closer to Nanami.
"We did. All the fucking time. Tell him, Suguru."
Nanami stayed still while Gojo approached him like a predator, a few steps separating them. He felt caged, prey to two of the most dangerous animals around.
The thought should have not been as arousing as it was.
"We do, Kento."
Nanami looked to his side, searching for the hint of a lie in Geto's face. He seemed sincere and they kissed just a moment before, he surely could not fake desire. Could he?
"I wanted to kiss you for so long."
Nanami blushed again, the fresh memory of his kiss making him weak in the knees. He had wanted it, too. Badly.
Gojo finally closed the distance, fingers brushing the hand closed around the hairclip.
"Can I put it on, please?"
Nanami never heard him sound so pleading, never saw his eyes so clearly. His sunglasses were on top of his head, showing his stare in full force.
Bright, adoring eyes were staring at him with so much intensity that he could not bring himself to say no. He actually did not want to.
Nanami told him that he just had to ask and he'd say yes and he wasn't lying.
"Yes."
The reality hit him hard: no matter the situation, no matter how annoying or absurd everything was, Gojo just had to ask. Nanami would never say no to him, so he gave back the hairclip and held his head up to let him do it.
Gojo took his time. He pressed his fingers to his jaw, following its shape where it met his ear and running down again toward his neck. He spent minutes just feeling his skin, making Nanami shiver and gasp.
They could both feel Geto's stare on them. Eyes shadowed by a clear desire but he made no move. He let them have the moment, the same way he had it with Nanami himself.
"Gojo-san."
He didn't know what was asking or how the situation turned in so little time but Gojo did. He offered Nanami a gentle smile and finally went back to the main reason he walked toward him. He clipped the object just under Geto's and stepped back.
Nanami stopped him from his wrist, looking down at their joined limbs as if just realizing that his infinity was off. The only person Gojo turned off his infinity around was Geto.
He felt incredibly lucky, warmth spreading in his chest and almost suffocating him.
Nanami gripped harder on the wrist and turned his head to meet Geto's eyes.
"You asked if I'd let Gojo-san do what you did."
It was less of a question and more of a provocation. The situation was different but it didn't seem to be relevant.
Geto got it immediately and nodded, feeling the tension increase in the room.
Nanami moved his gaze again, from Geto to Gojo. He pulled him near and stood on his tiptoe.
"That's the weirdest confession of all time, Satoru-san. Creepy too."
Gojo smiled circling his waist with one arm, chest against chest.
"And still, you're saying yes. What does it say about you, Kento?"
"I probably have shitty tastes, senpai."
He dragged the last word, underlying how it was referred to both of them, and closed the distance between their lips.
The kiss wasn't as gentle as the one with Geto.
Where Geto sucked softly, Gojo bit harshly.
If Geto waited for Nanami to be ready, to open his mouth, Gojo demanded.
Their mouth smashed together, teeth clashing and biting down. Gojo's hands wandered under Nanami's tank top, nails sinking into the skin.
Nanami pulled at his white hair in punishment, biting down on the tip of his tongue in protest and sucking messily on it to be forgiven.
Gojo bit down on Nanami's lip to repay him, tasting the blood on his tongue.
They groaned in each other mouths, spit running down their chin and separating just from the lack of air.
"Why the fuck did you bite my tongue?"
Nanami cleaned his chin with the back of his hand, unfazed.
"Maybe you'll learn to knock, instead of watching someone make out like a perv."
Gojo blinked in surprise, mouth opening to say something but Nanami kissed him again. This time, softly. A press of lips on lips.
"Come here."
He moved toward the bed where Geto was waiting for them. Nanami sat on one side, waiting for Gojo to do the same.
"Huh?"
Geto huffed in amusement, pulling Gojo to sit down.
"You broke him. He cannot handle gently."
Nanami rolled his eyes, head resting on Geto's shoulder.
"Served him right to pull a stunt like this."
"Oi. Why am I getting bullied but Suguru isn't?"
Geto rubbed at his back with fake sympathy. A sense of Deja Vu washed over Nanami who laughed.
"You two are ridiculous, I can't believe I like you."
Two heads snapped toward him as soon as the sentence ended. It was creepy and Nanami found their wide eyes weirdly adorable, too. Maybe being a sorcerer really made him crazy.
"...what?"
"you said you like us."
Nanami nodded at Geto, waiting for something else that explained their reaction but that was all he got before both of them launched at him.
They dragged him back down, ending up in a mess cuddle session on a way too little bed.
"We like you too."
The confession came after a while, when they finally found a comfortable position with Nanami in the middle and the other two cuddling him from both sides.
"Good." He said, when an idea came to mind. "Can I watch you two kiss, now?"
The laugh he got as a reply was not a 'no' and neither was the mocking 'perv' he got from Gojo before leaning toward Geto to share a peck.
He smiled at the display, feeling happy for the first time.
"And I'm not a perv, if I'm asking my boyfriends."
+1.
Nanami opened the door to his room to find two people already on his bed.
His boyfriends were lazing on it.
Gojo eating sweets with his head on Geto's lap and Geto reading one of Nanami's books while playing with Gojo's hair.
"Nanamin!"
Gojo was the first to notice him, jumping from the bed and running toward him to get his kiss.
"Oi, get off me."
Even if he was irritated, Nanami couldn't mask the affection in his voice and still gave him a peck on the lips.
Geto got up to help him with the bags.
"Thank you."
Nanami kissed him on the cheek before sending a glance to Gojo as if let him know that at least one of them knew how to be helpful. It didn't seem to faze him because he stuck his tongue out at him and fell back to bed.
Geto dragged the bags to the chair to organise them but Nanami stopped.
"Wait. Go sit on the bed, I have something for you two."
Nanami searched for what he needed in one of the bags and turned around to find both of them waiting patiently.
"I've never seen you so calm. Should I be worried?"
He walked toward them, hand behind his back to not show the objects.
"Don't you trust us, Nanamin?"
He raised an eyebrow making Gojo pout and looked toward Geto who raised his hands.
"We just slept and lazed around, promise."
"C'mon, show me. What did you buy us? Is it a treat?"
"Are you a dog, Satoru?"
Nanami stopped their imminent fight by showing off two identical hairclips, marching the one they gifted him.
They were simple, yellow, and with amber dots on them.
When he saw them at the shop, he couldn't help the impulse to buy them. The pattern seemed made exactly for them, to match the two he own and treasure in a box under his bed.
Fond memories of a precious night assaulted him and he bought them before he could even think about it.
"You can have me on you, this way."
He looked away, feeling incredibly self-conscious. Gojo used the same words to him a month before when their weird confession happened.
Nanami thought it was fairly romantic and couldn't help himself in saying it. Feeling like it was an inside joke between the three of them. Hit by their silence, he wasn't feeling so sure anymore.
He raised his eyes, anxiety making his hands shake, and he found them looking at him with glassy eyes.
"...too much?"
They shook their heads, pulling him into a hug. The hairclips fell on the bed when he hugged back, faces hidden in their hair.
"It's beautiful, Kento-kun."
"We simply did not expect it."
He took hold of the hairclips again, taking a step back.
"Can I put them on?"
They nodded eagerly, waiting for their turn.
Nanami started with Geto, pulling one of his bangs back and clipping it. He let his hand fall down, cupping his cheek tenderly.
"It suits you" He said, before giving him a kiss.
Gojo was waiting less patiently and Nanami chuckled, rolling his eyes.
"You cannot be number one in everything, Satoru."
His pout was almost worth to take back his words but Nanami didn't. Instead, he choose one lock and clipped it back.
"Does it suits me, Kento?"
Geto flickered his fingers on his arms, a bragging smile dipinted on his face.
"Don't start. I was about to say it suits you, too."
Gojo stuck out his tongue at Geto who leaned toward him to try to bite it. Gojo moved his head a way and looked at Nanami again.
"kiss?"
"sure, since you asked."
He smiled before giving a soft kiss to him too.
The three of them hugged again, a peaceful sensation lulling them in silence.
Nanami spoke reluctantly, afraid to break the moment.
"I love you."
The two raised their heads in a quick move, eyes adoring and full of that same love. They shared a look, features softness and relaxed.
Then, they whispered back.
"I love you too."