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satorusinner · 3 years ago

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the jjk men when you’re sick

ft. gojo & nanami

content/warnings: gn!reader, intense fluff, established relationship in gojo’s part, pining in nanami’s, gojo cracks one suggestive joke lol, use of medication.

Gojo:

“You didn’t open the door so I opened it myself,” Gojo announces as he steps into your tissue clad living room, eyebrows furrowing momentarily at the uncharacteristic mess.

Navigating his way around your clutter, he assesses the heaps of unwashed dishes in the sink and the boxes of takeout piling up in the bin. His lips draw in a thin line.

“Yn?” he calls out to you an octave lower than usual.

“Here” you answer, voice sounding strangled and strained from your room, he sighs.

He pokes his head in your bedroom. You’re wrapped in a blanket in perfect burrito fashion, face puffy and surrounded by tissues with a mean glare marring your features. His lips curve in a soft smile, “you forgot your umbrella again didn’t you,”

“I did not,” you huff, and you say he’s the childish one in this relationship.

He makes long strides towards you, placing a large palm on your forehead. He frowns, “why didn’t you call me?”

“You’re busy,” you state matter of fact, reaching for a tissue before loudly blowing your nose, he grimaces.

“Gross,”

“shut up,” you scoff, tossing the tissue in the bin before sniffing and reaching for another one but he stops you halfway, plucking one out before handing it to you.

“I always have time for you,” he admits amidst your loud nose blowing.

You toss it in the bin from your position on the bed before he leans to your level, assessing your face.

“You need water,” he declares before retreating to the kitchen and returning with a fresh glass of water.

He kneels on his knees before he brings the edge of the cup to your lips,

“sip,”

“I can do that mys-”

He cuts you off, “sip”

You scowl before doing so and he reaches to brush the hair out of your face.

He places his palm on your forehead again, frowning deeper this time. “You’re burning up,” he states, “where’s the Tylenol?”

“Left kitchen cabinet,”

Once you’re finished he places the semi-empty cup on your nightstand and goes off to make a mess of your cabinets before returning with the medication.

“Shouldn’t you be on a mission or something right now?” you ask him, sounding all groggy and muffled as he tips the bottle of pills in his hand.

“I finished them extra early,”

“Doesn’t that tire you out?” you pause before adding, “a lot?” in a chastising manner.

“No,” he lies, “you know all about my stamina,” he teases before throwing in a flirty wink. You roll your eyes but he doesn’t miss how the corners of your lips twitch.

“I’m serious Satoru,” you sigh and his grin slowly begins to fall.

He lifts his gaze from you to somewhere above you, “we barely spend any time together anymore,”

He pauses, “I missed you,”

Your heart falls and blooms at the same time, paradoxical just like him. You soften, making grabby hands at him. “Come ‘ere,”

And his grin is back wider than ever.

You undo your blanket burrito for him and he snuggles in.

He places a hand gently below your chin before helping you gulp down the medication with some water. You lean into him with your head against his warm hard chest and his arms wrapped comfortingly around you and you’re unsure if it’s him or the medication but you’re beginning to feel better already.

Nanami:

Nanami folds his newspaper, sighing before shifting his gaze to you, perched uncomfortably on the couch beside him.

“Go home.” nanami insists for what seems like the 100th time in the past hour.

“I'm fine!” you argue despite your puffy face and red nose and also despite how you keep sniffing every 3 seconds.

He rubs his temples, lips drawn in a thin line. “You are clearly not, you keep sniffing in my ear.”

“You’ll only have to deal with the sniffing for another hour, I've got a mission.” you shrug.

He sets the newspaper down on the coffee table, turning to look at you with his arms folded across his chest.

“You and I both know the risks of going for a mission when you’re not at your 100%” he chastises, eyebrows bunched at the centre.

You roll your eyes leaning into the plush material of the couch, exhaling loudly. “Nanami-”

“And before you tell me that this is none of my business, a coworker’s safety certainly is,”

Coworker, It leaves a bitter taste on his tongue but that is your relationship with him, nothing more nothing less even if he wanted more.

You sigh, “i can’t let anyone else do it,” you bring a hand to massage your forehead, eyelids momentarily closing, “this one’s riskier than usual,”

Nanami holds back a groan, “all of the more reason why you shouldn’t go,”

You sniff before formulating your argument, “i’ll be f-”

“I’ll go instead,”

You blink, “what?”

“I’ll go instead,” he repeats, firmer this time.

You glance at your watch, “but you won’t be able to get off on time,”

“I know,” he shrugs as if it means nothing to him and you continue to gape at him like an owl.

“But-”

“No buts,” he cuts you off again.

You rear back, a little confused. “But..why?”

He sighs deeply and you sense he’s beginning to get annoyed, “consider this a favour you don’t need to repay,”

Oh, you think.

“Oh,” you say.

“Now will you let me get you some soup,”

You tilt your head to the side, puzzled. “You don’t need to do that,”

He sighs for the nth time in the past 10 minutes, before lifting himself off the couch and gazing at you from the side of his eye, “please?”

And maybe it was the way he said it or that he said it but you ended up agreeing right away.

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