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An umbrella appears above Nanami’s head. He had not realized that it started to rain or where he was going, his feet moving blindly on autopilot out of the school premises. He hasn’t quite fully recovered after the scare, the image of Geto with blood all over him still engraved fresh in his mind. Nanami turns around to see him, dressed in a new set of bloodless clothes and a dark expression on his face.
“Could you not borrow an umbrella or wait for the rain to stop instead?” Geto says, frustration seeping through his voice. The umbrella is tilted towards Nanami’s side, and the rain is drenching Geto’s other shoulder. His gaze runs over Nanami’s body and lingers on the bandage peeking out from under his shirt. “You shouldn't take assignments if you're not feeling up to it.”
Nanami swallows tightly. “I'm sorry.”
“I’m not sure an apology is warranted here,” Geto says, his voice strained.
Taking a deep breath, Nanami meets Geto’s eyes. “I'm sorry for cutting you off, Suguru.”
Geto’s gaze softens. “Now this apology, I'll accept.”
It feels like an enormous weight has been lifted from Nanami’s shoulders. He wasn't even aware of how much tension he had been holding himself with, like a string pulled taut for the past few weeks. “Let's go home,” Geto continues. “Get out of the rain before you catch something.”
Nanami thinks his heart might have skipped a beat. “Home?”
Geto looks at Nanami earnestly, and thunder booms around them. “Every fibre in my body is telling me you want to come home and live with us. Am I reading it wrong, Kento?”
Nanami steps foot into their apartment for the first time in a long while. Nothing has changed. The place is still filled with the same warm atmosphere that he loved so much. His cup is still sitting there on the table, and it makes a lump grow in his throat. Gojo jumps from the couch with unveiled surprise. “Kento, you’re here.”
Nanami feels the dam in him break, and he walks straight into Gojo’s open arms. “I’m sorry for leaving, Satoru.”
The sound of sniffles alarms Gojo. Nanami so rarely cries. “Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry too.” He whispers, gently dabbing at the wetness on Nanami’s cheeks with his sleeve, “I know you must have been hurting.”
They get Nanami a towel, a change of clothes and hot tea. Nanami’s toothbrush is still in the same position in the bathroom, and the tears threaten to fall again. Gojo and Geto join him under the covers, and Nanami wonders how he ever managed to walk away from this in the first place.
“We'll go shopping together one day and buy a huge bed,” Gojo says.
“You don’t have to,” Nanami replies, but he warms at the thought. He allows himself to indulge in the feeling of two pairs of arms around him, and the familiar scent of their bedroom. Go shopping - he can hardly believe the mundaneness of it all.
“Does it hurt?”
They had unwrapped the bandage on Nanami’s back to clean the wound. He shakes his head but Gojo’s touch remains hesitant. “It really doesn’t hurt,” Nanami assures, “You don’t have to be so careful.” It is merely a surface wound, and he is so happy to be back home that he can’t feel anything else.
“Oh. Okay.”
Gojo’s words are unusually clipped. Nanami turns around and watches Gojo’s gaze flitter over the rest of his bare body, before returning to the wound. The tips of his ears are tinged pink, and Nanami pushes down a smile. Is this what this is about? Gojo’s skin has always been easy to blush. Geto used to make fun of him all the time for having such a telltale sign. Nanami also finds Gojo’s sudden awkwardness rather endearing. “We used to all change together in the locker room when we were students,” he says. “You didn’t seem to have any qualms back then.”
Geto laughs with amusement. “Smooth, Satoru. Could you be any more obvious?”
“Hey, it’s different now,” Gojo protests in self-defence. “You’re way hotter. Way buffer.” He gestures vaguely to Nanami’s body in awe. “Puberty hit you like a truck.”
Nanami snorts softly. His body is riddled with numerous scars and he has lost a lot of weight in the past few months. Yet, he can’t quite bring himself to care about that. “Well, we’re together now, so you can look all you want.”
Gojo and Geto gape at him with wide eyes, and Nanami stills at the unexpected reaction. “We are... together, right?”
Gojo beams with joy. “Of course we are! Is today day one of our relationship? We need to celebrate!” Geto buries his face in his hands. “You’re so cute, I can’t handle it anymore. I need to take you out on a date immediately.”
Nanami falters. “Well, you don’t exactly need to.”
Geto gawks at him. “You’ll be the death of me, Kento. Have mercy.”
Nanami raises his hands in the air. “I didn’t do anything?”
“It’s just,” Geto clenches and unclenches his fist with dramatic agony. “Your face. I’m a ruined man.”
Nanami stops working overtime. He permanently moves in with Gojo and Geto too. The process is quick, he doesn’t have much in his apartment that he needs to bring over. He also sleeps better now, so soundly that he barely stirs when their alarm rings in the morning. He wakes up lying snugly against Gojo’s chest. Geto lays on his other side, pressed up against his back.
“We have a meeting,” Nanami reminds them sleepily.
Gojo pulls Nanami closer to him without opening his eyes. “That’s alright.”
Nanami chuckles. Behind him, he feels Geto pull the collar of his shirt down to expose his shoulder, then press a kiss to his skin. “What are you doing?” Nanami asks quietly.
Geto mumbles, “Am I not going to get one back?”
Nanami turns to face him. “I have morning breath.”
The comment brings a laugh out of Geto. “You always think about the smallest things.” Then he pecks Nanami on the lips.
Gojo finally pops an eye open. “Not fair, I want one too.” Practically climbing over them, he makes sure he gets a kiss from both Nanami and Geto. Then he flops back on the bed with satisfaction. “I got two. I win.”
Then, Geto tilts Nanami’s head back towards him to kiss him again. Nanami feels a bit like he is being pulled in separate directions. “You two are ridiculous. We’re going to be late.”
“Late?” Gojo asks, already searching for another kiss, his hands cheekily sliding up Nanami’s shirt. Needless to say, they end up being very late to the meeting.
Shoko crinkles her nose. “Must you three do this in front of me?”
Nanami had walked into the bar with Gojo’s arm casually slung across his waist. When they sit down, Geto not-so-inconspicuously slips a hand on to Nanami’s thigh. Shoko looks at Nanami specifically, unimpressed. “I expected better from you.”
Gojo leans closer incredulously. “This is hardly considered PDA.”
“Enough,” Shoko stops him before he can continue to describe or worse, demonstrate. “You’re paying for my drinks tonight.”
“That would be the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me,” Nanami says.
Shoko rolls her eyes light-heartedly, though Nanami knows that she appreciates it deep down. “Don’t get sentimental with me.”
“You’re not going to allow me to thank you?” Nanami asks.
Shoko places an empty glass in front of Nanami with a smirk and fills it up. “What you can do is try to keep up with me tonight.”
It is pleasant, filled with laughter and squabble. They catch each other up on their lives, talking about their missions and shit-talking the higher-ups. Gradually, the night passes and it falls into a comfortable silence. Nanami has a pink flush high on his cheeks, but he is still pretty sober. Beside him, Shoko looks like the night has barely started. “You look better,” she says. “Happier.”
“I am,” Nanami replies.
“Not to get mushy, but they’re also happier.” Shoko motions to a passed out Gojo and designated driver Suguru who had gone to pay for their drinks. Nanami feels his heart warm at the sight of his two men. “I’ve troubled you, Shoko.”
Shoko turns to him. “Ieiri.”
Nanami hopes the surprise doesn’t show too much on his face. “Ieiri,” he corrects with a smile.
Movie nights return with a bowl of salted and a bowl of sweet, except now they snuggle on the couch way closer. Gojo’s head lays in Nanami’s lap as his fingers fiddle absentmindedly with his hair. Geto is nestled against Nanami’s other side, their hands interlocked. He has missed this so much.
The tiny, inconsequential moments are Nanami’s favourites - shared baths, home-cooked dinners, trips to the supermarket, and footsie under the meeting table. Work is never-ending, new curses arising one after the other, but Nanami wakes up every morning with a line of kisses peppered down his neck and looking forward to the day. They bought a bigger bed but he wonders what was the point of it when they practically lie on top of each other in the middle.
Sometimes, Nanami still can’t get used to the way that they look at him, like he is something irreplaceable. “You smile often nowadays,” Geto comments.
“Do I?” Nanami asks slowly. “Well, that would be because of you.”
“It’s because of you,” Geto chides lightly.
“Still,“ Nanami looks down at his hands. “Thank you for allowing me back home.”
“That’s nonsense, Kento,” Gojo says.
“Thank you for not giving up on me?” Nanami tries again.
“Impossible,” Geto replies. “Let me see another one?” With his fingers, he pushes the corners of Nanami’s lips up. It makes Nanami laugh, the sound slightly distorted by his bunched up cheeks. “There it is,” Geto breathes fondly.
Gojo wraps his arms and legs around Nanami in a big bear hug. “You’re stuck with us forever now.”
“How threatening,” Nanami jokes.
“Afraid?” Gojo drawls.
“Terribly,” Nanami shudders. “What shall I do,” he laments, burying himself deeper into the hug. Forever. Sounds good to him.