[ Gojo has known that Nanami was an omega since their school days, when there would come a time every few months when they'd have to all be separated from one another to keep each other 'safe' - one of Yaga's rules, he'd been sure, as if they'd all struggle with their self-control and pounce on one another like rabbits.
They do that now that they're adults, but that's hardly the point.
The thing is, Gojo can admit to being endeared by Nanami, in the same way that some people might enjoy poking a bear to see how it reacts. He gets blocked regularly enough, he has doors slammed on his face, scolding words boxing his ears, but he knows that if either one of them needed the other they would be there to offer support and a friendship that comes from years of fighting curses and dealing with the politics of jujutsu society. Sure, Nanami took a break, but the point is that he came back.
The point is that Gojo trusts him, as much as he trusts anyone with all the things that go on in his head, so when he creeps up behind the other man outside his apartment, he can do it with a smug little grin. He knows what he's doing, and he's aware that Nanami likely knows what time it is; Gojo's ruts are as regular as the seasons themselves, never sneaking up on him. Maybe it's a side effect of his Six Eyes, or maybe it's just something that happens when you're Satoru Gojo. ]
Nanami~
[ His lean body drapes over Nanami's shoulders from behind, one arm wrapping around his chest, not caring a lick about the fact that they're in public. He's warm to the touch, his blindfold in place as he nuzzles into his partner's neck, deliberate and obvious. ]
It's time to take care of your favourite senpai. Let me inside, won't you?
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They do that now that they're adults, but that's hardly the point.
The thing is, Gojo can admit to being endeared by Nanami, in the same way that some people might enjoy poking a bear to see how it reacts. He gets blocked regularly enough, he has doors slammed on his face, scolding words boxing his ears, but he knows that if either one of them needed the other they would be there to offer support and a friendship that comes from years of fighting curses and dealing with the politics of jujutsu society. Sure, Nanami took a break, but the point is that he came back.
The point is that Gojo trusts him, as much as he trusts anyone with all the things that go on in his head, so when he creeps up behind the other man outside his apartment, he can do it with a smug little grin. He knows what he's doing, and he's aware that Nanami likely knows what time it is; Gojo's ruts are as regular as the seasons themselves, never sneaking up on him. Maybe it's a side effect of his Six Eyes, or maybe it's just something that happens when you're Satoru Gojo. ]
Nanami~
[ His lean body drapes over Nanami's shoulders from behind, one arm wrapping around his chest, not caring a lick about the fact that they're in public. He's warm to the touch, his blindfold in place as he nuzzles into his partner's neck, deliberate and obvious. ]
It's time to take care of your favourite senpai. Let me inside, won't you?