Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 13

There's a book that sits atop the table that Nanami is sitting at in the break room. He opens to the page he had left off at. The man unwraps his casse-croute and indulges in his favorite sandwich. Nanami often enjoys his time of solitude during the hour of rest. The blond was feeling quite relaxed. Until a loud screeching noise ruins his peace.

Gojo drags the chair out from under the table; the chair that's next to Nanami. The metal chair-glides attached beneath the legs scrape against the tiled floors; so badly that it could make anyone clench and grind their teeth.

Nanami's eyebrows knit together with displeasure. His narrowed brown eyes watch the white-hair plop down into the spot next to him. There were so many empty seats in this room and Nanami wonders for a moment why Gojo didn't choose to sit elsewhere. But at the same time he likely knew the answers to all his questions. Gojo always loved to provoke him; in the most annoying ways.

But Gojo, today, just needed a distraction. He often spent his lunches with you and Geto. The white-hair was feeling a tad bit peeved when he wasn't invited to this so-called 'lunch date' and he wonders what other things might possibly be transpiring past meal time. Maybe Geto was eating more than just food. His jaw clenches at the thought.

Nanami pays the guy no attention, he takes a bite of his sandwich and goes back to his reading material. But he only manages to read, at most, three words.

"Wanna know something crazy?" Gojo's arms rest against the table. One hand holds a cup of pudding. His other, a spoon.

Nanami is rather unconcerned. He also didn't give a shit, "No."

Gojo puts the spoon down and peels the lid off of his vanilla pudding. The guy answers despite Nanami declining, "I think I'm in love."

"Good for you." Nanami's voice is toneless and he remains apathetic. He still doesn't care. The man likely wasn't paying too much attention to Gojo either. It's a good thing Nanami didn't ask who Gojo's person of interest might be. If he did ask, he'd likely not be in the best spirits after.

"Have you ever been in love?" Gojo spoons the pudding into his mouth.

"Maybe once." Nanami turns the page, "A long time ago."

Gojo makes a face, one that's full of curiosity. He's known Nanami Kento for many years. Since high school in fact. And the white-hair has no recollection of the blond ever dating, "Who the hell was that?"

"None of your business." Nanami didn't feel the need to share his personal business with anyone. Plus, it wasn't anyone the white-haired man knew anyway. It was a relationship that had transpired during a time where he didn't see Gojo or Geto much.

"Don't tell me...." Gojo smirks mischievously at his friend. He remembers how often Nanami spent his time at the library as a teenager, "....it was the school librarian wasn't it?!"

Nanami puts his book down and looks at Gojo with incredible disbelief. Surely the guy must be kidding. By the sound of his voice, he's appalled, "She was in her 70's...."

"70's?!" Gojo smiles in jest. He obviously knew it wasn't the librarian. That would have been illegal. But he couldn't pass this moment up. This moment to fuck with him a little. It was his choice of words. The guy made it way too easy, "You sure do like 'em aged, don'tcha?~"

Nanami likes to drink wine and whiskey. The more aged the drink, the better it tasted (typically). That was Gojo's joke of aged things.

Nanami slams his book shut. Then he swings the damn thing at Gojo, hoping to reprimand him. It's his way of telling the guy to 'shut the fuck up'. But the white-hair dodges this attempted assault.