The pain of never seeing you again | Nanami x Reader

Chapter 3

It wasn't even nine o'clock when you started your day, but you were already pacing the back hallway, phone glued to your ear, while Haru piled up ridiculous excuses.

"I've told you not to call me at work," you glanced both ways down the hall, feeling odd in your stomach, but you were alone. "What do you want?"

"I know we had plans this weekend," you heard a background buzzing you attributed to the ramshackle coffee maker in his apartment. "But the guys are doing a Fortnite tournament at Kaito's Friday night, so I won't have much time. Between studying and stuff."

Your phone vibrated against your ear, and you saw a text message.

Gojo 👁️👄👁️:

Come on, hurry up. Where are you?

"Okay?" you answered Haru, and quickly texted Gojo: "On my way." "If you just wanted to cancel our date, you could've texted."

"I didn't want you to get mad at me."

You stifled a laugh to spare his pride. You almost drooled imagining a weekend alone in your apartment, watching movies, and finally using the seaweed mask you'd bought a while ago.

You looked down the hall again.

You'd had that weird feeling all morning and couldn't pinpoint its source. There was no danger, not at school.

"Are you mad?" the boy asked over the phone, sounding like a puppy.

"No, Haru, do whatever you want," you replied sincerely. "But I have to hang up, we'll talk later."

"A kiss."

"Yeah, yeah. A kiss. Bye."

The sound of your heels echoed as you crossed the hall towards the professor's office. The door was closed, and leaning against it, Gojo's two-meter frame awaited you with an ear-to-ear smile.

It was strange. Something was going on.

"Ah, there's our lucky girl," he said in a sing-song voice.

You approached cautiously, wrinkling your nose at a different scent than your friend's. It smelled of sandalwood and cedar, mixed with a clean scent.

"New perfume?" you approached Gojo, whose smile only widened.

"No," he began to sway on the spot, leaning on his heels and then his toes.

"Well, what do you want?"

"Oh," he let out an excited sigh. "I can't believe I'm the one to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Come, come," Gojo turned and opened his office door slowly and ceremoniously.

You entered behind him, but Gojo's back blocked your view of the room. All you noticed was the man's perfume scent intensifying. Gojo turned to you, all teeth in his grin, and gestured towards the other side of the room.

"_____, I introduce you to our new addition to the staff."

No, no, no.

"Your ex-best friend and childhood companion, Nanami Kento!"

You didn't know how long you'd been silent. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours.

As soon as you saw Nanami Kento, the world's lights went out.

It was him.

Him, but nothing like the boy you remembered. At nineteen, Nanami was lanky and awkward. That boy was gone, replaced by a man who, you had to remind yourself, was only four years older. His hands were in the pockets of a tailor-made suit, and he occupied the space as if it were his divine right. Taller, broader, more confident.