[ His room, then. That's for the best, but the flat-out acknowledgement that this isn't a conversation that Nanami is willing to having in public makes his skin run cold. The cloying sensation of betrayal claws at his throat, because it has happened before β the world being pulled out from under his feet, by one of those dearest to him.
β He's getting ahead of himself. He has to be. Yet his mind and nerves are both buzzing by the time Gojo takes the short trip to teleport to Nanami's door, rapping his knuckles urgently against it while his heart hammers against his ribs, and he waits.
Briefly, he closes his eyes, and he can see Yuji's scarred, tearstained face there. The utter absence of Sukuna. The sound of his voice as he apologized, over and over, for something that Gojo can't even begin to piece together, and would not ask his student about.
So it falls to Nanami instead. It's not what either of them want, but it falls to Nanami instead. ]
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[ His room, then. That's for the best, but the flat-out acknowledgement that this isn't a conversation that Nanami is willing to having in public makes his skin run cold. The cloying sensation of betrayal claws at his throat, because it has happened before β the world being pulled out from under his feet, by one of those dearest to him.
β He's getting ahead of himself. He has to be. Yet his mind and nerves are both buzzing by the time Gojo takes the short trip to teleport to Nanami's door, rapping his knuckles urgently against it while his heart hammers against his ribs, and he waits.
Briefly, he closes his eyes, and he can see Yuji's scarred, tearstained face there. The utter absence of Sukuna. The sound of his voice as he apologized, over and over, for something that Gojo can't even begin to piece together, and would not ask his student about.
So it falls to Nanami instead. It's not what either of them want, but it falls to Nanami instead. ]