"Favors aren't your thing, Nanami. Is that a woman finally making an honest man out of you?"
Nanami sits calmly in his seat sipping on his coffee. As much as Nanami enjoys Gojo's company, he had no energy to deal with him this morning. If anything he was further from an honest man when he met you.
Ever since you snuck into his office that one night after not seeing him for six months, Nanami exhausted himself working, his body had significantly taken some damage from his previous missions. You do this too often– show up out of the blue then disappear till you feel like having sex with him again. It was shameful enough that he had given into his own foolishness and indulged with his desires, and nothing damped the man's pride more than that.
"They aren't. Besides, I didn't think you'd care enough about my affairs Satoru, when your little muse has been running off hasn't she?" Nanami mocked, making a clear note of the sorcerer's partner.
Since their meeting, Gojo had clearly let Nanami know that he was willing to skin him and anyone alive if something had happened to her. As much as it amused Nanami, it had also disappointed him. A powerful sorcerer like Gojo, leaving his weakness to a clueless human? She could break at any moment and be used as a bargain against him. And yet, Gojo had caused havoc the day she went missing.
What a sight to see Gojo shift to an unthinkable form of serious, murder in his eyes that day, and destroying almost everything in his path. That was the excitement Nanami was yet to crave, blood thirsty anger, hatred, and redemption.
However, when the Gojo found her again, he stilled, everything vanished and Nanami was appalled yet again. What was it about that oblivious human that made Gojo so effortlessly calm? He could never understand. He wanted security, unfragile, and most importantly, he needed independence. A mere fragile woman like that couldn't possibly offer him peace of mind.
"You underestimate her Nanami," Gojo sips his warm drink. Pulling Nanami out of his thoughts he didn't realize he was drifting to. "Sakuna's sister," Gojo specified.
"You underestimate her, and that's a terrible fault of yours. It was a mistake to wake her years ago. There's no telling how Itadori would react to this reunion you're asking— ...Sakuna's sister must be something, hm?" the slow smile on Gojo's face irritated the man and he couldn't understand why. "It's rare for you to come to me for help."
"Are you gonna help?" Nanami asked, irritated.
"Lucky for you, I've already had this conversation with members of the Higher-ups, and they have one condition—" Gojo answers, his voice sounding serious. "Since you're so close, I'll have you relay the message..."
"What's the condition?"
"She has to agree to be sealed away."
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Nanami walked home feeling puzzled. It felt as if he was suppressing his feelings because he believed if his feelings were stronger it would be unethical, having remained ONLY sex partners with you there was no reason to feel devastated or puzzled.
He reached his apartment and unlocked the front door. The moment he stepped in, he inhaled the smell of cigarettes being smoked nearby, it came from his balcony. And judging from the pressence of a docile cursed entity, he could only assume it was you.
"I assume you heard what Gojo said earlier." Nanami drops his carry-ons on the counter and lights the dark room.
"You sorcerers are really full of shit," you laughed, exhaling the smoke in your lungs, talking to nanami from the balcony.
