#a dick

Nanami types away on his work laptop, sending all the twilight emails that realistically Gojo should be doing. Alas… the joys of working underneath the, as the problem described himself, “The greatest sorcerer that is, was, and will be.”

Nanami grunts in response to hearing the shrill bring of Gojo’s phone, accompanied by a arriving busy tone. Looking behind his shoulder… for once the man looks truly troubled.

“…Ah? Nanami, is something wrong?” The distraction asks softly, parting his ear and phone for a mere moment before harshly tapping at the small screen.

“Yes,” Nanami responds curtly. “You. I’ve never seen you be so desperate to have anyone talk to you. What’s wrong? One of your flings stop responding?”

There’s a long pause, Gojo staring down at his dimming screen. His lips pursing ever so slowly, slight changes that make Nanami raise an eyebrow in response.

All tension is dropped as Gojo goes up an octave with a dramatic sigh.

“I’m wounded! I’ll have you know I’m a sensitive man~!” Gojo exclaims, leaning back into his chair that leans with his body movements.

Nanami simply grunts in response, huffing to himself before returning to Gojo’s work. The man would never be serious with Nanami, and he’s well aware.

As Nanami’s attention swiftly returns to work, Gojo stares straight out of the large windows. The sun sets slowly in summer and even with his eyes covered, he can’t help but squint ever so slightly in response to the light.

His expression sours ever so slightly as he returns to the phone. You weren’t answering.

You hadn’t answered him.

For about a week now.

You both hadn’t been seeing each other for very long, not at all really. Just long enough that he felt hooked. Just long enough that this discrepancy felt just that tiny bit painful.

Actually… he would say more devastating.

Glancing over his shoulder to Nanami, Gojo is well aware of his reputation. Well aware that glances and light hearted flirts had become rumours that he was a womaniser who took any woman who would give him the time.

Of course, he knew it to be a lie. He was the greatest man, the strongest man. Why would he settle for just anyone? The flirting, the wry smiles, they were all fun but that was all it was.

The want to open himself to anyone, an ordinary person of all things? Pretty much unheard of.

Until he had met you.

It was something out of an awkward American romcom, the lame ones he’d watched back in the day. The ones he rolled his eyes at for being far too cheesy and fake for any real couple to get wrapped up in.

Until he had met you.

He harshly placed his phone on the wood table below him. How stupid to get involved with someone like that, how predictable they wouldn’t be able to handle him!

…

How oddly… charming in your mundane little ways.

How brave to disappear from the face of the earth from the one man who could easily track you down.

And yet?

He didn’t want to.

It was laughable really, he had faced horrors far greater than seeing your face again. Yet the whole concept of running into you, not knowing how you would react? It forced a pit in his gut that he’d never really felt before.

He felt sick.

He felt cold under the summer sunset.

Looking out again, watching the sharp shadows slowly make their way to the night… he can’t help but wonder. How are you feeling right now?

Do you not realise that you were a significant bump in the road of his life?

He inhales, imagining your scent for just a moment. Standing up, he forces those thoughts back as he lands a hearty pat on Nanami’s shoulder, causing the man below him to jump ever so slightly.

“What is it…?”

“I think we can leave the rest of this work till tomorrow.” Gojo responds with his usual grin, smile not reaching his covered eyes.

A thought in the back of his mind.