Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 40

Summary:

Your night out drinking with Shoko continues, and meanwhile, Gojo is at Nanami's, and the both of you are having interesting conversations.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone, I'm back with another chapter. I know I say this like every week but there were things I wasn't sure about, but regardless I hope it's something you can enjoy!

Recommended Songs:
The Scientist by Coldplay
Because I only see you by Kim Na Young (for the scene right at the end-you'll understand)

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"Nanaminnn," Gojo whined, "Give me advice! Helppp! " Gojo rotated from sitting upright onto his back, sinking into the couch cushions as he sent his long legs and feet into a danger zone. Gojo continued to stretch his legs further and further, his pale feet inching towards Nanami's thigh.

Not looking up from his newspaper, Nanami grumbles, "If you know what's best for you, I suggest you stop right there, Gojo."

"Wha — " Gojo chuckled, "What could you possibly be referring to, Nanamin?"

"If you love your feet Gojo you'd understand what I said," Nanami replied, taking a sip of coffee, placing it on the nearby side table. Gojo pouted, "Nanamin I seriously need help, and you were ignoring me!"

Nanami sighs, placing the newspaper down, tilting his head back against the back of the couch. "What do you want?" Gojo perked up, reaching to embrace Nanami when Nanami stuck out his hand into Gojo's face, pushing him back down.

Gojo pouted, "Why won't you let me hug you?"

"I need hand sanitizer."

Standing up, sanitizing his hands in his open kitchen adjacent to the living room, Nanami shakes his head slightly from exhaustion. I need a vacation. Desperately. Nanami walks into the living room and looks to the couch, seeing that his bothersome friend has become quiet. Gojo's curled up on the sofa, his floppy hair dangling off as his head rests on the edge of the cushion.

Nanami picks up his mug, deciding to leave the couch for the miserable blindfolded man, settling into a nearby cream-colored armchair, resting his feet up on the matching ottoman.

"I missed her today."

Finishing off his coffee, Nanami cleared his throat, "I wouldn't say it's only today that you've missed her, Gojo."

"No, I meant," Gojo sighs, sifting his position to sit upwards, his knees tucked up to his chin. "I meant that I tried to see her, but she'd already left."

Nanami hummed, "Yeah, she and Shoko went somewhere to celebrate Shoko's birthday."

Gojo sighed, "I wanted to give her my final note today. But on second thought, I don't know if I should even do it."

"Why," Nanami asked, picking up his newspaper once again. Gojo shrugged, his voice becoming muffled as he rested his cheek on his thigh, "I've given her time, and despite her feelings showing a bit more, I can't seem to convince her to be mine again."

"What does being yours mean for her, Gojo? Because the last time you claimed that, your actions said something else, so she has a right to be more skeptical and guarded. So what do you want? "

Gojo huffed, "I want a lot of things. I want to give her everything—no, be her everything."

Nanami hums, "Ask yourself what that means and what it looks like to you."

Gojo looked up, murmuring, "What does being her everything look like?"

"Let me think," Gojo adds, closing his eyes.