#gonanago

Rising from his bed he heads next door, towards Nanami’s room. Haibara knocks politely, then waits. After a few moments he can’t contain himself so he knocks again, this time with more energy.

 He’s greeted by Nanami’s straight face a few moments later. 

“What?” Nanami inquires, his expression not changing. 

“You have to get ready, we’re going to the movies with some of the second yearers.” He enters the room without being invited.

Immediately, Haibara starts looking around, messing with random items as he does.

“What’s this?”

“An otamatone.”

“This?”

“Case for my invisalign.”  

“This?”

“My phone?”

Haibara tosses it onto Nanami’s bed. 

“You aren’t even ready. You’re already in pajamas.” Nanami tilts his head slightly as he looks at Haibara, as if he’s inquiring. 

“Fine. Be ready by 7!” With a wave of his hand, Haibara dances out of the room. 

***

Shoko drags clothes out of Gojo’s closet while he lounges on his bed. 

“You’re coming with me Gojo, I don’t want to see it alone.” 

Gojo whines in response, playing on his Tamagotchi instead of actually listening.

“7 o’clock,” she throws the clothes she’d picked out at him, “I will come back for you.”

Gojo raises his eyebrows at the threat but doesn’t look up from his electronic pet.

“Nanami will be there,” she teases. Her voice is light.

Gojo looks up this time, a small smile on his face. He tries to hide it but Shoko always seems to know. She laughs before leaving Gojo’s room, heading back to her own to get ready. On the way there she thinks about the glances those two exchange. Despite the fact Gojo is a never ending source of chaos and Nanami a never ending source of calm, there’s a connection there. Something she can’t deny and Haibara is all too happy to support. 

Meanwhile, Gojo climbs out of bed. He tosses the clothes Shoko chose for him to the side, wanting something different instead. He flips through his closet until Shoko is knocking on his door again, ready to leave for the movies. Reaching for blue he tosses it on. 

***

The teens gathered near the front gate. Haibara’s hyper energy radiating from him, a giant leap in his step as he bounces around Nanami, talking in his ear, his face. Nanami doesn't look annoyed, but he did look a tad bit concerned when Haibara would get too close. 

It made Gojo laugh. The look on the blond boy’s face. How it went from straight to creased so quickly, back to straight again. Shoko smiled to herself, watching Gojo so drawn to Nanami made her feel successful. 

“You’re late!” Gojo shouted. 

Haibara, still bouncing, shouts back, “Just by a few minutes! You can’t blame us, blame time!” 

He smiles, widely. Nanami sighs.

“Let’s go,” Shoko’s voice is smooth, she turns on her heel and heads in the direction of the train station. 

The others follow. Haibara chatting to whoever will listen, and Gojo bumping into Nanami on occasion. To his surprise though, Nanami does it back. Gentler and clearly with intent. It gives Gojo butterflies, the fact this boy is reaching in some way. The first few times Gojo hadn’t meant to run into him. His feet stumbling over each other as he was lost in thought. There was something comforting about being close to him though, so he kept doing it. 

Nanami glances in the white haired boy's direction, watching him stare off into the distance. He keeps his eyes trained on him until Gojo’s eyes start to wander. Worried he’ll get caught, he looks down instead. 

“Ahh! It’s right up ahead, I can see it!” Haibara starts to walk faster, clearing everyone in seconds. 

Shoko sighs, refusing to pick up pace. Gojo laughs at the enthusiasm, and that laugh makes Nanami turn a shade of red. All four make it in time, boarding the train one after another. Crowded, Shoko manages to find a seat with Haibara’s help. He leaned next to her, eager to jump into his theories on the tv show Dexter. Nanami and Gojo on the other hand stand together, a little ways away from their friends. 

Nanami can’t help but to keep glancing in Gojo’s direction, the boy’s round sunglasses highlighting the shape of his face. Despite being night, it interested Nanami that he chose to keep them on. It always had.

So he finally asked.

“I need them.” Gojo smiled, pushing them down slightly as he does, revealing his eyes for the first time. Only for a second.

Only for a moment. 

But it’s enough to catch Nanami’s breath, a quick gasp before pouts. Not wanting to fall for whatever Gojo was trying to do he turns away, leaving Gojo to pout himself.

That’s when Gojo pokes him in the side, clearly wanting attention from the boy next to him. 

Nanami turns, eyebrows raised. Already accustomed to Haibara’s antics, he isn’t as thrown by Gojo’s behavior. 

So he pokes him back. A little harder, a little stiffer, but playfully all the same. 

It’s to Gojo’s surprise, leaving him both speechless and locked into laughter. Hand on stomach, mouth agape, he stands hunched. If it wasn’t for the support handle he was holding he would have fallen to his knees. Nanami takes a step back, slightly overwhelmed by the outward display of emotion. He blushes, not realizing he’d make Gojo laugh so hard. 

Gojo rises just as the train comes to a halt, Shoko corralling each boy out of the train and onto the platform. The stale air greeted them and they quickly escaped it, desperate for some space after the crowded train ride. 

“The theatre is close, just follow me.” Shoko takes the lead, Haibara still yapping about the latest episodes of Dexter. 

Nanami and Gojo keep some distance between both the others and themselves. Not to Gojo’s approval though, every inch closer he’d move was an inch further Nanami would, eventually forcing him to hug the outer side walk. In one swift movement Gojo turns and lands in front of Nanami though, stopping him dead in his tracks. 

“You don’t want to talk to me?” Gojo pouts.

“You haven’t said anything…” A confused Nanami tries his best to look at Gojo without it being direct, his eyes veering ever so slightly off. His heart beating fast. 

Gojo takes a step closer. 

Nanami looks at him, then closes the gap. 

“You should’ve said something.” Nanami practically whispers it before pushing his way past Gojo, taking long strides to catch up to the other two.

Speechless, Gojo lingers. The butterflies return with an intensity to them. 

He has to run to catch up. 

***

Nanami's hand brushes Gojo's as he reaches into the popcorn. He turns, stunned by the blue eyes that peered back from behind his sunglasses. 

“Have you seen this?” Gojo asked, pointing to the preview on the screen, dismissing the physical contact entirely. 

“No. It isn't out yet.” Nanami kept staring, unable to break eye contact with the boy sitting next to him. 

“Noo,” a mouthful of popcorn, “the trailer.” Gojo raises his eyebrows. “Have you seen anything about it? Silent Hill?” 

Also no. Nanami doesn't respond. His eyes are diverted from the other boy, his face red. He can't stop thinking about his hand, how soft it was. How they'd touched. How he didn't react. How blue his eyes were in contrast to his bright hair, how..

How he hadn't managed to get any popcorn. 

He reaches back over, this time taking the bag. Securing it so he wouldn’t have the same run in again. Gojo shrugs, half of it already gone. That’s when he leans slightly towards Nanami. Just enough to notice if you were already paying attention, which he was.

Nanami turns red, unsure of why he moved closer. An inch felt like a mile, warmth covering his face he turns. Gojos eyes are locked on the movie screen. He has his head tilted towards Nanami, elbow on armrest and chin on palm. He looks ornery, no smile crossing his face but just out the corner of his glasses Nanami catches a shine to his eyes. 

That’s when Nanami knocks his elbow into Gojo’s, forcing it off the armrest. Gojo gasps, falling towards Nanami, truly offended by the action. He replaces his elbow. Nanami does it again. Before Gojo can react, Nanami lifts the armrest, leaving an empty space between them. Leaning still, Gojo reads the situation. Shocked, he turns red. 

Is this boy trying to get him to lean on him?

Gojo peers towards Nanami, who is still looking at him. He looks stunned by his own actions.

“I-,” Nanami begins.

Before he can finish, Gojo rests on him. Silencing him in a single second. They sit like that, nervously, until the movie starts to come to an end. Nanami’s eyes dart between the film and the doorway, anxious that the other two will catch them, and Gojo sits with his heart beating fast and his stomach turning.