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In all his life, Gojo Satoru had never ever wished for peace. He knew he couldn’t have it anyway, so why bother? For if peace was already something nearly unachievable for a common sorcerer, if was impossible for him. He was the strongest. He had been destined for something great since the very day he was born.
Peace, was never an option.
And yet, somehow it had become one. Slowly, after years of fighting, of lonely struggle and nights spent awake alone in his bed, wondering if his nightmares would ever go away -they didn’t and never will, now he could just share his burdens with someone else and somehow it was enough- he had found it. Peace. Slow mornings spent in bed with the person he loved the most. Late night talks that warmed his heart so much he could catch fire. Soft kisses ono his forehead when he was heading out for a mission.
For all the time Gojo Satoru had been called blessed, he had truly started to believe it only since Nanami Kento had entered his life. It had been sometime after Suguru’s defection and Nanami’s return to sorcery. Another late evening of doing paperwork that had slowly but surely turned into an all-nighter. Satoru had been alone -as he often was back then- in his office. The school around him had been silent -something he would never get used to- and only his Six Eyes had been able to tell him exactly who had been behind the door.
There hadn’t been any snarky comments, any bad jokes, on Satoru’s part. He had just greeted Nanami with a tired nod and a bottle of scotch he had been saving for something that would never happen -it might have been the day he’d move in with Suguru, their wedding day or something like that, he didn’t like to think about it much, so he didn’t-. He had opened it and Nanami had drank silently with him. Weirdly, his paperwork had soon enough been put aside in favour of listening to Nanami rambling -something he didn’t do often enough, Satoru was sure of- about some curse user he had recently crossed paths with. As he was paying attention to how this idiot almost threw himself of the bridge, Satoru’s fingers went to grab the bottle and were met by Nanami’s.
They had looked at each other for what had felt like years. Decades. Centuries.
Years later, once a new bottle of scotch had been bought to celebrate their new flat, Satoru had joked at how long it had taken for the both of them to simply kiss. Of course, Nanami hadn’t agreed, arguing that Satoru had always been such a pain in the ass that kissing him was on his personal list of things he wouldn’t do even if threatened to death.
“That’s so mean Kento,” Satoru had wined, “why are you always so mean to me?”
Nanami hadn’t answered instantly and, instead of replying with one of his witty comment, he had simply said ;
“I’m sorry for ever being mean to you, I… I love you.”
That had left Satoru speechless -which was saying something, rare were the people able to do that-. Satoru had turned around, his face now in front of Nanami’s. Their bed was big enough for the both of them to be comfortable and to have their own sides -even if most nights Satoru would sleep snuggling into Nanami’s… Anything, really. Once the latter had found the former upside down, lovingly hugging his legs-.
Red was spreading on Nanami’s cheek and Satoru had to resist the desire to kiss it. If Nanami had been brave enough to say the L word, so could he. So would he. He owned him that much.
“Well, I love you too Kento.”
So, peace it was. Peace it had been -for the past several years- and peace it will always be -Satoru would make sure of that.
And here he was, his face hidden in the space in between Nanami’s neck and shoulder, breathing in his deep and oh so familiar vanilla scent -Satoru knew that, since they had started dating, Nanami had started to buy the same soap brand as him. Had he made fun of him endlessly when he had first leant it? Absolutely. But now, now it just reminded him of how much Nanami wanted to be with him.-
“Smelling me, again?” Nanami groaned, still almost asleep.
“Not my fault, you’re like a huge candy. And I kinda want to eat you,” he said, punctuating his sentence by slightly biting Nanami’s shoulder.
“It’s too early for that,” came Nanami’s reply, his hands soothingly going up and down Satoru’s clothed back.
“Nanami Kento!” Satoru said with a smile, “Didn’t know you were such a sex addict.”
“Says who?”
“Says me,” Satoru replied with a grin as he hid himself further in Nanami’s neck. If only he could just sink inside of Nanami and always stay there, then he would truly be at peace.
“If anyone’s a sex addict here, it wouldn’t be me,” Nanami pointed out as he kissed Satoru’s forehead, “may I remind you that you’re the one with the endless stamina.”
“What do you want, I’m the strongest,” he said with a shit-eating-grin spreading on his face, “In every field.”
“And now you’re just being a pretentious prick,” Nanami snorted. Even if he tried to hide his amusement the best he could, there was no hiding the spark in his eyes. The way he looked at Satoru as if he held the goddamn universe. Thankfully for him, his… Partner. Best friend. Soon-to-be-husband. Roommate. The love of his life. Brief, his was more busy with decorating Nanami’s neck with little hickeys than with the way he was looking at him.
“Do you want me to cook breakfast today?” Satoru asked once he had settled comfortably on top of Nanami. Why do we have a bed that huge if you only sleep on me? He had once complained. Because you’re still more comfortable, that’s why.
“Already planning on stopping smothering me?” he joked as he ran his fingers through Satoru’s white hair. “And I’ll cook. Pancakes?”
“Yes please,” Satoru said with a big smile as he leaned forward and gently kissed the top of Nanami’s head, “you’re really a dear.”
“You’re only saying that because you’re starving.”
“Pretty sure I’ve already said that when I wasn’t.”
“Then you were horny. Or you wanted forgiveness for flirting with someone. Or you just wanted something.”
“Ah, Kento, you know me so well! But,” Satoru added as he closed the gap between them, his face inches above Nanami’s, “that doesn’t mean I don’t believe it. Every single time.”
“And now you’re being soppy.”
But there was no denying the blush on Nanami’s face. Which only increased the grin on Satoru’s.
“Only for you dear.”
“Shut up, idiot,” The other man sighted as he quickly gave Satoru a peck on his cheek.
“But I’m your idiot.” He answered, kissing Nanami back sweetly.
“For sure you are.”
“Dear.”
“For sure you are dear.”