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[nanami-is-nanamean]

oh, the pain of having a craving but also having food at home... i will now inflict this despair onto hs!nanami. enjoy.

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nanami sighed, closing the shared dorm fridge for the umpteenth time. just like the last time he checked, there was nothing good stocked. and as much as he'd stop absolutely starving by just caving and plating himself some rice and last nights leftovers, he's craving bahn mis bad and it would be a miserable meal. it would sate his physical hunger, not his mental and emotional one.

its not like he could go out to the nearest convenience store and at the very least, get a simple sandwich—he was also unfortunately dead broke, and he couldn't ask haibara to buy something for him since he's on a mission with geto. something about training the lower years apparently.

while he has asked his senpai for favors in bouts of true desperation, he can't fall back on them either. shoko's in kyoto with utahime, learning about their style of sorcery and doing research on the reverse curse technique, and gojo tagged along with her to deal with 'very important, very boring clan business, nanami!'.

he still remembers his loud, grating voice and the sting of his cheeks getting pinched. 'dont worry, nanami-kun! i'll miss you too! you're the only kind of boring that i like anyways!' he could already feel himself getting annoyed at the kissy noises he made all the way to his car.

and then he was blissfully alone for a week. he cherished the silence and the quiet, relishing in the nature surrounding the campus and exploring its maze-like layout. it felt a little too quiet at times though—expecting a bright and bubbly voice butting in whenever he finds himself in a particularly good mood, cigarette smoke in the more secluded and hidden corners, and the curse energy flares of a pair of irritating senpai.

which is where nanami finds himself sighing at the slim pickings of the pantry. no luck there either. he walks off, resigning himself to leftovers. he sits down with his depressing meal, already hearing and feeling a certain white haired senpai invading his personal space and making fun of his food. 'nanami-kun!' he'd say. 'are you really gonna eat all that?! youre not even making it fancy or whatever you do! but don't worry nanamin—just say the word and i'll treat you to whatever you want.' he'd then flash that aggravating smile, and twirl that black card around his fingers.

maybe when he gets back, he'll take him back on that offer.