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You looked at your phone for what felt like the thousandth time in the last hour. It was ten past eleven at night, and you hadn’t received a single message to know where Nanami was—or how he was. It wasn’t the first time this had happened; he always came home to complain about the extra hours he had to work, but that didn’t ease your worry each time he disappeared. Truth be told, as the curses around you and Nanami grew stronger with Sukuna’s presence, you started to worry more.
It was easier when you were assigned to work with him, knowing that he was close enough for you to be there in case he needed you, or just to know that he was safe. Being out on missions with him was one of your favorite things. Not only were you two able to come back home together after it was over, but you knew that he had someone to watch his back— even if he didn’t need it.
But the thing about assignments was that you couldn’t choose which one to work on, not when it was about Special Grade Curses. The “Higher-Ups” would decide who was the best person for the job, or the available one. And this time, they had selected Nanami for it. Only him.
You understood that it was how the job worked; you couldn't complain. You didn’t mind the fact that you had to stay at home, but waiting for news about Nanami always kept you on your toes. Anxiety increased as time went by. You tried to focus on other things. It started with cleaning the house and making sure it was all ready for when he came back home, but then he didn't arrive. Later, your focus moved on to preparing dinner in hopes that Nanami would be there to eat with you; he always enjoyed getting home to have a moment to unwind with you after work.
Dinner had been ready, and you waited until it got cold. Hunger left your body in exchange for worry. You texted, but he hadn’t replied. At that moment, what mattered the most was for him to get back home safe to you.
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You didn’t know what time it was when you felt someone lifting you and carrying you away from the sofa. You blinked and found brown eyes—hidden behind familiar glasses— that you loved so much.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you said, words slurring as you rubbed your eyes to focus on his appearance.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m late.” He said softly, looking down at you with a small smile. It was probably past one in the morning.
“Overtime?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer and kiss him.
“Overtime.” He nodded, adjusting his arms to get you closer and kiss you once more. All he had been thinking about that night was getting back to you, and now he finally was there.
“You’re gonna have to make it up to me—” a small smirk appeared on your face as you looked at him, “—dinner got cold and I had to eat all on my own.” A dramatic sigh followed your words. before he opened the bedroom door and moved you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You’d always loved the way he could just lift you and move you as if you weighed nothing.
“How could I even make up for such an oversight?” He joked along with you, knowing that you weren’t mad or annoyed with him. He leaned to lay you down on the bed, and when he was about to pull back to change his clothes, you stopped him, pulling him back in with your legs still wrapped around him.
“I can think of a few ideas.” You pulled him back for another kiss, this time hungrier and desperate, showing him exactly what you wanted without words.
He was quick to respond to the kiss, a hand moving to your legs to touch you while the other kept him from crushing you with his body. He had seen you hours before that day, but he could never get enough of you.
“I thought you were tired,” he said against your lips, hips pressed against you. You couldn’t help but press down against him, looking for more.
“I missed you. Sleep is overrated.” Wandering hands moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, revealing his bare torso. You could see a few bruises, probably from the fight, but you didn’t ask. Not right then. His gaze was focused on you only, the mission behind him.
Smirking, he leaned to kiss your neck, murmuring, “Then I’ll make up for the overtime, my love.”