JJK Oneshots

No Longer Mine, part 2 (Gojo, Nanami)

A/N: The first part of this is under the chapter name "No Longer Mine" as well. I feel like I can't get Nanami's "voice" right, so the dialogue feels OOC, but I'm too tired to try to keep changing it. Part 3 coming when I get around to it

You didn't know who else to call. You felt this horrible pit or dread growing in your stomach. Did you have anyone left? Were your friends from before your missing time even alive anymore? There was always a chance of dying suddenly because of the work you did. You didn't have your phone and you didn't remember anyone else's number except for Gojo's and maybe Nanami's, you weren't really sure. You decided to ask the nurse for a phone anyway and take your chances.

Nanami was in the middle of showering, so he couldn't get to the phone when he heard it ring. No matter, he could just call whoever it was back. He had no idea that returning that phone call would turn his life upside down.

Six months had passed since your return, and a day hadn't gone by that Gojo hadn't thought of you. He felt guilty for not looking for you when you went missing, and on the other hand he felt guilty because all these thoughts were happening while he laid awake in bed, with his fiancée asleep next to him. He loved Ava, he really did, but he couldn't get you out of his head.

For the first time since you were found on that side street in Tokyo six months ago, you woke up feeling content. It had certainly been an adjustment period after you got out of the hospital. All the nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat or just straight up screaming in your sleep. For the first month after you got released from the hospital, you stayed at Nanami's place with the intention of looking for a place of your own. He let you take the bed while he slept on the couch. He woke you up from countless nightmares and held you as you cried about something you couldn't even remember.

You were angry a lot of the time. Angry at whoever had taken four years of your life, angry at yourself, and angry at Gojo. It was the main emotion in your life for months. No matter how much you screamed and cried, no matter how many pillows and coffee cups you obliterated, Nanami stood by you through all of it.

It was very much like you were going through the five stages of grief. Denial happened at the hospital when you first found out that four years of your life had been stolen. Anger was with you for the whole process, and no matter how much you bargained, begged the universe that you would do anything to just go back, it didn't happen. Life just doesn't work that way. You don't get second chances and you don't get to go back in time to change things. The depression part wasn't easy either. Sometimes you would pretty much go for days at a time without even getting out of bed. Nanami was still there, he made sure you ate something every day. He made sure you would get through it.

You were there to welcome him home from every mission, even during your worst days, you made sure to say "hi" to him when he came back. You were there to patch him up if he needed it. At some point he started actually looking forward to coming home, it wasn't just a house anymore, it was a home, because you were there. He never wanted to pressure you into anything, the relationship just happened.

At some point during those six months, you and Nanami had become close. You had been friends before, but this was something different. At some point he didn't leave the bed anymore after calming you down when you had a nightmare, at some point you just let it happen, you didn't want him to go. At some point, you too, moved on. Finally, after six months, you found yourself waking up feeling content.

"Good morning sleepyhead" you whispered in his ear before pressing a kiss on his temple.

"Morning" he muttered sleepily.

"This is probably the first time I've seen you sleep past nine in the morning" you chuckled.

"I forgot to set an alarm, it seems" Nanami sighed, turning to face you.