#n/anami

[ohgodimafraud]

if you’re still accepting prompts, perhaps something with Gojo being photic? 👀 I kind of just love the idea of him being absolutely Wrecked by one (1) look at the sun or a bright light lol. no pressure to write if you’re not interested in this prompt though!! thank you sm and I always love your writing 🫶

hiii this has been haunting me for at least a year hi anon tysm <3 i

i hope this is good enough. <3

Ten Times - n/ana/go

“Let me guess, you harassed Ijichi until he told you where I was again,” Nanami said without turning around as he’d sensed the presence before seeing the distinct silhouette of his shadow casting over him.

“What, you don’t think I can just track your residuals?”

Nanami’s expression didn’t budge from its stony disposition as he walked away. 

“Well, it was a bit of both,” Gojo said with an obnoxious laugh, following him closely, giving him a flat in the process. Nanami paused only to fix his shoe and try to retract the vein that always stuck out when Gojo decided to, well, be himself. “But that’s what happens when you don’t answer your phone!” 

“That’s not what should happen.” 

Gojo clapped his hands. “Well, anyway. There’s a crepe place I wanted to try.“

Nanami sighed. He’d been on his way home. Apparently, this was no longer the case

“C’mon, my treat. They have savory ones too.” He slung an arm over his shoulder and held his phone in Nanami’s line of sight. He stiffened even more.

“Stop.”

“I’m not even touching you,” Gojo whined, “It’s the infinite space between—”

“Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” He reasoned suffering would end quicker if he just went along with it rather than get sucked into whatever Bugs Bunny bullshit Gojo would probably pull if he didn’t. So that’s what he did. 

“That’s the spirit.”

They walked for a  few moments, Gojo occasionally making inane comments. Maybe they should stop at this shop or that stand, at least it was finally warm outside, he was planning on playing a juvenile and likely traumatic prank on his students. He was such a motor mouth that when he’d stopped, Nanami took a moment to properly revere the silence, not questioning it until the extra set of footsteps stopped entirely. When he turned to look, he saw he’d moved away from the path. There was a glossy sheen on his parted lips, and his brow was furrowed like he was concerned.

“What’s wrong?” Nanami asked, glancing around the area for anything suspicious. 

“Oh, nothing,” Gojo said, lips curling in amusement. He rubbed the back of his neck, fingertips brushing his undercut. “I thought I was gonna sneeze.” 

“Ah.” Nanami did his best to look unbothered. 

“You ever get stuck? It’s like edging but for your nose,” he complained. 

Nanami gave him a long-suffering look and shook his head. It didn’t matter what he said, he knew Gojo wasn’t going to change the subject, and giving him the reaction he was looking for would, uh…well. Absolutely not.

“Hah, really? It’s been driving me crazy,” Gojo said, thumbing at the side of the nose. Now there was a visible crinkle just at the space where the bridge of his nose touched his blindfold. “h-Hihh-! eh-!—just a second. Sometimes when I look at a bright light it makes me sneeze, so…have you ever heard of that?”

“No.” Yes.

His thumb hooked underneath his blindfold and lifted it enough to allow a beam of sunlight to enter his vision. He only had time for a sudden gasp before he was suddenly sneezing and bending at the waist, spray glistening in the sunlight as he loosely covered it with his wrist, bending at the torso with a set of surprisingly harsh sneezes, “hhH-! hySHHhiew-! hGtzSCHhu!” 

“Bless you.”

“hptShhuu!” He sneezed again.

Nanami waited to see if he was finished. 

He wasn’t.

“H’ihshhu-! ihSHHHiew-! hehDtzshhh’iewwh~!” Whew…” When it finally seemed to subside, Gojo sniffled and rubbed his nose, pressing his knuckle upwards into the sensitive skin so hard that it turned pink for a few seconds afterwards. 

Nanami tried to ignore the molten heat rapidly amplifying in his groin for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I thought I was gonna hit like ten there,” Gojo said breathlessly. Then while sporting an unapologetic smirk, he sniffled and added, "It's not true what they say, by the way.” 

Nanami flushed at the implication. Even though he’d never outright admitted his kink, there was no getting anything past Gojo; the man could see air molecules, of course he’d notice Nanami’s obvious boner. Or boners. Or moans when he sneezed that one time they’d hooked up. He had to stop wearing light colored pants.

“I think someone doesn’t want crepes anymore.”

“I didn’t want them in the first place,” Nanami reminded him. 

“Righttt,” Gojo chuckled, “Guess you’re not craving anything savory either, hm?”

Nanami froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking—“

“Heh’tshh-! Itshh-! KSHh! hih- Ihptshh-!” Gojo interrupted him with a series of more typical, small fittish sneezes. He sniffled a few times and actually managed to look a little sheepish. “Wow, excuse me. I think I’m getting a cold. For real.”

Nanami gritted his teeth, anything to keep the noise he wanted to make at the new information from escaping. “Really?”

“Yeah, sucks. Too bad I don’t know anyone who will take care of me, huh?” 

“Damnit,” Nanami hissed, willing his dick to go down, only because they were still somewhat in public enough, even if nobody 

was in direct earshot.

“How about a love hotel, then some crepes, hm?” Gojo suggested, already flicking through his phone to find one nearby, “Pretty sure, if I sneeze one more time, someone is gonna y’know—” 

Nanami cursed under his breath. “You’re paying for it, though.” 

Gojo hummed and sniffled again, face looking more flushed now that Nanami was looking closer. That along with the lack of 

a hooker joke had Nanami wondering if he was also just generally looking for company. 

“They usually say it’s eight,” Nanami mumbled as they approached the hotel. 

[rykno-j]

A lot of talk about G/ojo not drinking partly because alcohol makes him snez. He probably also doesn't like it when he gets drunk and does things out of his control. The most powerful sorcerer can't control himself in the face of alcohol?

But i'm thinking, occasionally, he'd purposely let himself get drunk, maybe in the confines of his home, preferably with someone he trusts, like N/anami.

Also for the added benefit of watching N/anami lose his mind with every snez fit that the alcohol coxes out of him.

-

G/ojo might also let himself drink in a public setting, although he would try (and sometimes fail) to refrain from getting drunk.

His snezing will drive N/anami insane there as well, until the point N/anami breaks and excuses the both of them from the conversation, hauling G/ojo's body to his car.

"Goood call N/anamin~ we can finish t'h-hH-!! ..this up at hooome-"

"You're irresponsible. You know that?"

"Thhats why yyou're heree-"

▪︎•▪︎

[alrunaaa]

n/anami do you need some help there

[waterfallofspace]

A Matter Of Belief

A birthday gift for @ezynse! <333 Sooo, I'm a few days late 😭😭 but hopefully you still enjoy this~ (and maaaybe the fact it's a two part thing makes up for that..?~)

Summary: When N/anami attempts to lie about a cold, he succeeds. But when he isn't lying, well, considering what happened last time? They're not so quick to believe him. So, he finds himself having to prove his honesty.

Word Count: 4.3k (Part One: 1.9k - The Lies We Tell~ ) (Part Two: 2.4k - ~Come Back To Bite Us)

Characters: N/anami, G/ojo, M/egumi and I/tadori. (hints at N/anago, but can be read platonic or romantic, readers choice~)

(Warning, features vague notions of past contagion and light mess implications. Nothing outright stated, but be warned!)

The Lies We Tell~

A shrewd whistle pulls Nanami from his thoughts, head lifting from the safety of his cupped hands. Waiting to meet his eyes is a familiar, and deeply unwanted, sight. 

“Woah, you look rough,” Gojo hums, sucking air through his teeth with a sound not unlike a rusty gate pulling against its hinges. Hm; apparently metaphors are easier when you’re a little out of it. Or maybe it’s just Gojo that pulls that side of people out into the open. However against their will it may be. 

Clearing his throat, Nanami braces himself for the sounds that may escape in lieu of human speech. “Id’s-” A pause, cough, and tight inhale. “It’s not all that. I’m alright. Though, less so with you interrupting my work. I have a lot to complete before the day is up.” 

“Working? Is that what we’re calling ‘half-asleep in our hands’ nowadays?” Gojo retorts, a smirk creeping from his flashing teeth up to his blindfold. There’s no doubt his eyes are shining, taking in every pathetic inch of Nanami’s current state. Effortlessly infuriating, as always. 

Letting a sigh replace the urge to cough, Nanami turns his focus back to the laptop. A clear signal, leave me alone. Observant as Gojo is, there’s no doubt the signals were seen and understood.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” 

Then pointedly ignored. 

“Even if I explained it, you wouldn’t have any idea what it was.” 

Gojo lets out a huff, falling into the chair next to Nanami’s with a performative groan. Dramatic as ever, and certainly getting awfully comfortable. With a sigh, Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose, giving Gojo a light glare as he feels unease start to take root.

His growing headache protests this action, a flash of heat through his temples nearly bringing a wince. Each blink serves to bring a moment of relief, quickly dispelled as the fluorescent lighting brings another wave of pain. 

Yet, despite the agony, pain can be endured silently without much fuss. No, his rising unease belongs to an entirely different sort of sensation. One that won’t go so easily overlooked. 

“Nana-mi, how long are you gonna be working on this?” Gojo cuts in with a whine. “I’m so bored. Why don’t we play a game instead!” 

“I’m busy.”

“Oh come on, we both know you can multitask like a pro!” 

Nanami sighs, allowing a single finger to brush the source of his growing agitation. “Is it ‘name all the things you like about Gojo Satoru’? Again?” 

“We have a winner!” Gojo smirks, clapping his hands together above his head. The noise echoes through the quiet office. Thanks to a meeting, to which an invitation was respectfully declined, the office is graciously empty. Then again, if it wasn’t, maybe Gojo wouldn’t be here at all. 

“It seems to be the only game you’re aware of. Or at least the only one you have any interesting in particihhhpating in.” Nanami swallows hard as his breath catches on its own.

Each inhale from here on out is a gamble. One wrong move and the dam bursts. Best course of action is to keep the breathing shallow, wait for an opportunity, and hope to keep it quiet- 

“So you’re sick, huh?” 

“hH’EDngXTchh!”  

The question breaks Nanami’s concentration, fingers barely reaching his nose in time to catch the sneeze. In an effort to relieve the pressure in his throat, he lets out a slight cough before the next itch takes its turn to pile on. 

“hieHh- nXGtCHhh! Pardon me.” 

“That can’t feel good,” Gojo offers with a wince, gesturing to Nanami’s throat. Admittedly, it does not. Still, not ready to admit defeat, Nanami tightens his mouth into a grimace. One Gojo seems to pull out of him often. 

“I’m not unwell, it is simply an… hiH’gehDNTchh!” Hands fly up to catch this one, Nanami leaving one hovering just under his chin as he finishes. “-immune system overreaction. Pardon.” 

“You can’t just say it like a normal person?” 

“It’s an allergic reaction.” 

“S-ee? Was that so hard?” Comes the teasing reply, Gojo managing to wink with his voice alone. Letting his fingers brush against his nose, Nanami disguises the action by sliding his glasses up it. 

“I’m fully capable of so called ‘normal’ conversations. I just prefer to choose a more sophisticated approach. Something you’d- eh’deNGTchh! Pardon. Something you’d know nothing about.”  

Gojo’s reply sounds muffled, something about ‘words hurting’ starting to fade away as Nanami gasps.

Fingers pinch his nose, giving the freedom to release an itchy hiss from his teeth. Feeling the flare of his own nostrils under his grip, another gasp gets caught in his throat. If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was an allergy. This cold’s damn expressive. 

“Nanami?” 

Even if he wanted to reply, the option was entirely off the table. His entire face seems to buzz, nose practically quivering. Still, wishing to maintain decorum, or at least pride, Nanami takes another measured inhale. 

“hHIuh-!” 

This can be held back.

“hhieh… hih-!”

At least long enough for Gojo to lose interest and leave him alo-

“eHNgdtch– hiHh’eyIESHHh-iuh!” 

The first gets squished against his fingers, but the second breaks his hold, barely managing to be caught against his sleeve. The violent nature leaves his throat raw, sinuses starting to ache as a light drip threatens to bring forth another burst. 

“See,” Gojo interrupts, seemingly oblivious to the struggles as Nanami tries to clear his throat. “-that didn’t sound like an allergy sneeze.” 

There’s a silence as Nanami pinches his nose, feigning an all too real headache. Even a single word is out of the question, there’s no way his voice won’t hold the congestion. Silence for this long though… Gojo will piece together that there’s more than one kind of irritation working its way through Nanami. 

“Whad’s thad subosed… hehh–” Nanami replies at last, deciding to take the lack of consonants over the lack of words entirely. The intensity of the tickle as each word buzzes through his throat, however, was not accounted for. 

“Jeez!” Gojo laughs, chair nearly tipping over. “I can barely understand you!” 

“hIH’ESHHH-iuh!” Nanami answers with a groan, attempting to tack on some words at the end. “Pardod be. Thad’s dot by probleb.”

“Better blow your dose, Dadabi.” Comes the retort, Gojo pinching his nose with a dramatic flair, once more seeming to wink without the use of his eyes. 

Nanami scoffs, the action triggering a heavy cough. His arm raises on instinct, chair squeaking as he manages to aim away from the blindfolded annoyance to his right. Face still buried in the warm fabric, his hand reaching blindly for the handkerchief. It’s seen its fair share of use this week. 

Alright, so maybe it’s not exactly allergies, but the overreaction part wasn’t inaccurate. And should Gojo catch on that this is a cold, overreaction will be exactly what follows. He’ll be impossible to get rid of, and the word will spread like wildfire. 

Nanami grimaces against his arm, fingers finally reaching their target as his thoughts continue to wander. He has things to do, none of which include people fussing over him and interrupting his work. 

Not bothering to open his eyes, Nanami brings the cloth to his face and lets out a long blow, feeling the congestion shift enough to allow air through his sinuses once more. Once he’s satisfied with the action, he lets the handkerchief fall back to the desk.

Gojo’s remained uncharacteristically quiet through the whole ordeal, and stays that way as Nanami attempts a light sniffle to test the waters. He quickly realizes his mistake, breath wavering as he pulls the tissues to his nose. 

“hHEDtieZSHhh! eH’GhZshhoo! hh’eDGSHh’iuh-!” 

The sounds are heavy, congestion lining each breath as he attempts to stall the onslaught at three– “hH’EMPFFfshh-!” a light moan escaping as he’s unsuccessful. The tissues manage to catch most of the attack, only the last breaking its way into his arm. 

A heat suddenly floods his mind, all symptoms forgotten as Nanami feels a light panic enter his chest. The tissues… that he didn’t grab…? Is he feverish after all- the only fabric he’d acquired was the handkerchief, yet glancing down, what remains of tissues are clearly in his hands. 

Laughter brings him back to the room. He looks up to find Gojo laughing, nearly hysterically, as he gestures to the box on the desk next to him. A coworker had brought them in last week. Along with something else Nanami is not as grateful to have obtained. 

“You- you should have- seen your face!” Gojo manages through the near mocking levels of gasping, blindfold starting to darken in colour around his eyes. 

Nanami can’t help the humour that coats his annoyance. Crying from laughter…? A bit over the top, even for Gojo. 

With a final chuckle, Gojo settles back down, lowering his voice back to its average pitch. “You looked like you needed them.” 

“Ah. It seems I did. Pardon me again.” 

It’s all the admission Nanami’s willing to allow, but it seems more than enough for Gojo to run with. He pauses, lifting the corner of his blindfold to meet Nanami’s gaze directly. “You sure you’re alright?” 

“I’m certain. One of my coworkers simply got a new scent that… didn’t agree with me...” It’s a lie, something Nanami is none too fond of, especially at such detail. However… it’s not entirely untrue. There was such an incident– it just happened weeks ago. 

Gojo tilts his head, gesturing to continue. 

“A gift from her American boyfriend. Seems they use much stronger scents across the sea.” 

This elicits a solemn nod, Gojo pursing his lips. “I’ve experienced a few of those. Powerful stuff.” 

“Indeed.”

“Interesting that I’m not getting set off though–” Gojo adds, taking a deep sniff. The crisp sound seems almost like a taunt, Nanami feeling his own sinuses protest the action. He curses himself, then Gojo’s overly-sensitive nose, before settling on a light shrug. 

“Probably got cleared out of the air by now. We do have a filtration system in the office– heh’dEHTChh-ue! Pardon me.” Gojo passes another tissue as Nanami attempts to finish the thought. “Though it seems it’s still lingering in my sinuses.”

Pausing for another blow and letting a few coughs escape under the guise of allergic irritation, Nanami sighs. “Now, if there’s nothing else?” 

Standing from the chair, Gojo sighs performatively, letting out a vague chuckle. “You’re so boring, Nanami.” 

“And yet you wasted nearly twenty minutes of your precious time with me.”

“Megumi’s off on a mission with Okkotsu,” Gojo laments, before pausing. A hint of sincerity leaks into his tone as the next words come out barely audible above the hum of the office. “Was feelin’ kinda quiet at school.” 

Nanami sighs again, certain he’s gained more oxygen in the last twenty minutes than he’s gotten in weeks from sheer amount of sighs. Gesturing towards the chair, he feels his headache protesting the action. He’s gonna regret this. 

Dropping back into it with a grin, Gojo gives a light and airy “th-ank you!” which Nanami pointedly ignores. 

“Stay quiet, I have to finish these forms.”

“You’re the best Nanami!” 

“eH’TSSCHh– ESSChh’iuh! And not a word about that.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Comes the airy reply, Gojo sliding the box of tissues closer. Fighting the urge to sigh again, a little overdone at this point, Nanami grabs a handful. 

It’s gonna be a long afternoon. 

~Come Back To Bite Us.

“nGxt– eNKxt! ah’kNXt! Oh, pardon me.” 

“Go home.”

“Megumi, that was rude!” Gojo chimes in, infinity still up as he angles his hips towards the source of his chastation, “We don’t speak like that to our elders,” before turning on his heel to face Nanami. “-but the kid’s right. Go home.” 

Releasing his nose, Nanami doesn’t miss the glare Megumi casts at him. Regardless, the itch wins out, and he sniffles lightly, clearing his throat before speaking. “I just got here. And besides, it was Itadori that called me in, not you two.” 

Nanami had been resting at home, mindlessly filling in some crosswords when he’d received what could only be described as a frantic text from Itadori. Something about ‘trouble, burning, and Nanamin’. Followed by, in all caps, ‘COME QUICK’, and a string of white boxes that Nanami elected to ignore. 

“Whatever.” Megumi’s voice cuts through Nanami’s thoughts, eyes drifting up to meet the icy glare being shot in his direction. “But I’m going back to my room. I sure as hell don’t want whatever you got.” 

Nanami blinks, pushing his glasses up with a sigh. “I’m not sick.” 

The irritated glare is almost comical, Megumi’s mouth tightening as he gestures to Gojo. “Last time you ‘weren’t sick’, this idiot showed up with a cold that he proceeded to share with all of us.” A light heat appears on the accused’s cheeks as Megumi continues, “We were all sick within a matter of days. I’m not taking any chances.” 

“Hey,” Gojo whines, crossing his arms with a huff. “That wasn’t my fault! I tried to call out, but someone had to keep an eye on you kids.” 

“Not a kid.”

Gojo grins, dropping his infinity to poke at Megumi’s cheek as he sings, “Not a child, still a kid!” before retreating with a yelp as Megumi knocks his hand away. 

“That’s no-” 

“Look,” Nanami cuts in, rolling his eyes as Gojo pokes a not-so-subtle tongue in Megumi’s direction. “Just tell me where Itadori’s room is, and I’ll find him myself.” 

“Not a chance. He’s almost as bad as Gojo when it comes to spreading illness.” 

Pouting at the accusation, Gojo rolls his head back to confront Megumi, some complaint or denial sprouting on his tongue–

“hnNGxt! agHKnt! eNGkt!”

–until Nanami cuts their bickering off once more, a ‘pardon’ getting lost behind the fist pressed against his nose. The increasing congestion leaves Nanami’s hand against his face, a sniffle loosening it more audibly than he’d desire. 

Standing from the couch, Gojo grabs a tissue with much too over-the-top of a flourish, yelping as Megumi slaps his hand again. Instead, Megumi places the box in Nanami’s reach, with another pointed glare and scoff. 

Unwarranted, seeing as, “I’b do-” A pause, deep sniffle, grimace forming as it does nothing to alleviate the ever growing tickle. Still, it allows enough clarity to continue with, “I’m not sick.” 

“Real convincing,” comes Megumi’s retort, Nanami ducking to the tissue box just in time to catch the next burst. 

“hHENCH-shha!” 

It escapes before he can suppress it, a heat starting to form at the tips of his ears. Normally stifling isn’t a problem, not unless he’s been at it for awhile, or it’s a particularly nasty itch. Neither of those should be the case in this situation. Much to Nanami’s chagrin, this was simply a failure on his part to contain it. 

“You sound entirely healthy.” 

“Megumi, what an attitude!” Gojo says, sarcastic displeasure dripping from each word as Megumi sucks in a breath. Turning on his heel, he spins around to face Gojo with a look that could kill. Guessing by who it’s aimed at, Megumi wishes it would. 

“You clung to my side like a parasite for nearly two weeks.” 

“I was dy-ing! You refused to comfort me in my time of need and suffering–” 

Letting their argument fade into the background, Nanami pauses to take stock of the situation. Despite previous denials being entirely for show, this time he’s really not sick. Everything has felt fine all day, no symptoms to speak of. Even now, there’s still no rawness of the throat, or heaviness in the lungs, it’s only his nose having a reaction. 

No– actually, the itch starts in his nose, but it’s spreading. Beginning to crawl up his throat, it’s burying itself in his ears, clinging to the backs of his eyes. This is most certainly an allergy, but to what..? 

It first began when he entered Jujutsu High, so it has to be something here. It’s the middle of autumn, so unlikely there’d be any specific flowers floating around, not that those tend to set him off anyways. And if it was a heavy perfume, Gojo would certainly be reacting too. 

Nanami gives the room a scan, eyes finally resting on a bottle of cleaning supplies sitting on the counter. The brand isn’t familiar, it’s not the one they use at the office, or one he’s picked up himself before. It has some sort of apple design on the label, though it doesn’t appear to be scented. Judging by the level of liquid, and the dampness of the cloth to its left, it’s been recently used. 

“--and then you made Okkotsu miss his assignment, which meant me and Toge had to take it, despite him still being unwell.” 

Tuning back in to catch Megumi’s closing argument, Nanami interjects before Gojo has a chance to form his defense. “Not sick, just an immune system overreaction. Likely to that cleaning spray. N-now… eh’kNCHhaa! Pardon me. Now, Itadori’s room? He claimed it was urgent.” 

Gojo crinkles his nose, glancing from Nanami to the spray and back, before chuckling. “What, is that American made too?” 

Judging by the strangled noise from Megumi, he understood the reference and found it unfortunately amusing. Apparently not many details of their encounters are kept private. Though, seeing as it’s Gojo Satoru in question, that was to be expected. 

Nanami sighs, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth as the itch spreads deeper. Exchanging it for a pinch at the bridge of his nose so he can speak, he turns to face the most likely to allow him access.

“Gojo, I don’t have tihh… time for this. I need to find Itadori.” 

“Not a chance,” Megumi calls again, arms still crossed over his chest. 

“Staying in this room is j-just… just gonna… hHiuh-!” Nanami pauses, tongue pressed harder against his teeth as he fights back the overwhelming desire to give in to the tickle. Finally with a heavy sigh, he releases the pressure. “Just going to make the reaction worse.” 

Rolling his eyes, Megumi places a hand on the doorframe, firmly blocking the entrance. “Sorry, not buying it.” 

A sigh sounds from the couch where Gojo has found himself lounging again, eyes rolling as he makes a pointless gesture. “Just let the man through. He’s probably telling the truth anyways, what’s the point in keeping up the lie if we’re still denying him access?” 

“hH’ENchHsha! Pardon.” 

“Not planning on betting with three weeks of misery over probably telling the truth.” 

Gojo leans his head back to meet Megumi’s icy gaze, beginning yet another argument as Nanami feels his head begin to pound. Megumi’s an alright kid on his own, but put him in a conversation with Gojo, and it’s nearly infuriating. 

Exacerbated, Nanami lets a groan pass through his teeth, before walking over to the counter. Hearing footsteps, Megumi raises his head, ready to prevent an intrusion, before pausing. Quizzically, he casts a glance at Gojo, who merely shrugs. 

“What are you-”

“You don’t believe me? Fair enough, I guess I’ve earned that,” Nanami begins, internally cursing himself for this half-assed plan. “Still, I intend to see Itadori before I’m off the clock, so here’s your proof.” 

With that, he takes the bottle and sprays it against the cloth, before bringing it to his nose. The effect is immediate, Nanami feeling his hands grip the cloth tighter against his rapidly flaring nostrils on instinct. A rush of ticklish irritation spreads deep into his sinuses, his eyes watering as his skin takes on a rosy flush. 

“hH’ENCHha– YEASHH’ahh! hH’NkGt-sha! aH’GngKThah! hH’DESHHh’ue!”

Megumi and Gojo seem frozen, eyes glued to the scene playing out in front of them. Shock’s written plainly across their faces as Nanami ducks closer to the ground with each body-wrenching sneeze. All three of them locked in place. 

Gojo’s the first to break the spell, rising from the couch as Nanami– “hH’eNChsha!” continues to sneeze against the cloth. Each desperate inhale bringing another round of heavy, chemically tainted, scent.  

“enCHshHAa-! egZSHHshaa-! P-pardon– ek’eNCHSh-uew!” 

“Jeez Nanami,” Gojo offers, a wince scraping from his throat. Reaching over, he pulls the cloth away from Nanami’s twitching nose. “You’re gonna smother yourself.” 

“eHNChshah!” 

“Point proven, now try taking a clean breath instead, yeah?” 

The near whine Nanami releases as the rush of fresh air invades his sinuses is almost pitiful, eyes overflowing with allergic misery. Megumi finally takes this moment to react, grabbing the tissue box and bringing it over. 

Still barely able to pry his eyes open, Nanami only catches a second of the offering, but he’d wager the look Megumi’s wearing is a sheepish one. More than likely laced with some feigned annoyance to cover genuine concern. That kid was always a little too good at feeling sympathy for those around him. Seems Gojo managed to instill a few good traits along with all the bad. 

“Here,” Megumi huffs, actions confirming the suspicions as he presses a handful of tissues into Nanami’s frantically waving hands. 

“eh’mFFSSCHhh! ah’enCSHMFff! hiEHh– mMFFSHHhh!” 

There’s a vague murmur of concern from Gojo, his infinity breaking as his skin touches Nanami’s back, hand gently running across the violently shaking shoulders. “You gonna live?” 

“I- hHEZDCSHah! Pardon me. I told you I wasn’t… w-wasn’t… hH’ENCZSHhaa! Wasn’t sick. Now can- ah’yeISSHHh-uew! Pardod be-” 

“Breathe Kento,” Gojo mutters, casting Megumi a calculated look as he shifts awkwardly, offering another round of tissues. 

Accepting them with a heady sniffle, Nanami attempts to finish his sentence, “Dow cad I see Idadori?” grimacing at how heavy the words fall out. Pausing to blow, he accepts another round of tissues as the sensation prompts another round of heady sneezes, followed by a second blow. 

The congestion lining his sinuses seems to be more swelling than anything else, but the blows at least clears his voice enough to regain some consonants. “There’s still an hour left in the work day, and I’d like to see him before it ends.” 

Megumi winces, attempting to cover it with a shrug as he gestures towards the door he’d been previously blocking. “Last room on the left, end of the hall. He’d be there if he’s waiting for you. Otherwise you could check the kitchen, I think he was in there earlier.” 

Before Nanami can take a step, Gojo lets an arm rest on his shoulder, leaning over with a smug grin. “The kitchen was just cleaned-”  

“eH’NCZSHha! Excuse me.” 

“-How about you go get Itadori, and I’ll bring Nanami outside for some fresh air.” 

Megumi nods, walking off at a pace that, to anyone else, could almost be construed as hurried. Once he’s out of range, Gojo turns back to Nanami, concern etched across his sharp features. 

“You know, you could have just pushed past him,” he muses, grabbing another handful of tissues as Nanami’s nose twitches needily, his eyes fluttering shut. “Megumi’s all talk, he wouldn’t have actually stopped you.” 

“eNCHHff! ah’mMFFShhh-uew! Pardon me.” 

With another harsh blow, and a sigh, Nanami accepts Gojo’s waiting shoulder, beginning the nearly six feet journey to outside. With his eyes still watering and swollen, he’s relying almost solely on Gojo to get them safely to the door. 

“I know,” he begins, taking advantage of the illusion of privacy that the darkness brings. “But I couldn’t exactly blame him. I did lie before.” 

Gojo laughs, joyous and full-bodied, the action shaking them both as Nanami wrenches to the side with another– “hHENCHHshha!” that nearly topples them. 

When he can finally get a breath in, Gojo places his hand against the wall, studying the duo. Turning to Nanami, he offers a “Was it worth it?” 

“Provigg by poidt?”

 “I meant lying. Before.” 

Nanami takes a sharp breath. Once, twice, eyes blearily staring up at the sky, before a deep exhale trips out, a groan on it’s heels. 

“Lost it?” 

“Mm. I didn’t mean to, you know.” 

“To lose the sneeze?” Gojo chuckles, helping Nanami down the steps. “I didn’t figure you did-” 

Nanami cuts him off, tone softer than he’d ever admit to as he begins again. “To get you guys sick. I wasn’t planning on having you stick around, I just…” 

There’s a pause, the silence seeming to linger heavily in the air. It’s not cold enough to see your breath, but the chill still leaves Nanami rubbing his arms. No comment is spoken when Gojo leans in closer, nor when Nanami lets his head rest on his shoulder. 

Finally a sheepish laugh cuts through the atmosphere, Nanami glancing up to meet Gojo’s genuine smile. “Can’t turn away a person in need? Guess that one’s on me as much as it is you.” 

With a light cough, Nanami spins away from his position against Gojo’s shoulder, ducking towards the ground for another, “hh’RRSHHhaa! hk’EYIESHhhaa! Pardod be, agaid."

“See! Those sound like allergies.” 

Nanami turns back to Gojo, raising an eyebrow incredulously. “You’re sayigg by sdeezes soud differedt whed I’b sick?” 

A smirk meets the question, Gojo’s eyes glistening with mischief. “I’ll record them sometime. Show you what I mean.” 

“If you ever-” 

He’s interrupted by Itadori calling out, the words lost in the distance. Glancing up from behind his tissue barrier, Nanami catches sight of the frantic waving. Megumi’s leaning against the doorframe behind him, attempting to feign indifference. As their eyes catch, Nanami offers a slight nod, Megumi’s posture notably relaxing. 

“Nanamin!” Itadori calls, rushing over to them with a giant smile. One that feels deeply inappropriate for this level of exhaustion.

Still, Nanami attempts to react with one of his own as Itadori continues rambling on. “Oh wow, you look rough! I mean, Megumi warned me, but I didn’t know it would be this bad.” 

As the words continue flowing out in an almost endless stream, Gojo leans over, voice at a volume only they can hear. “Payback time.” 

He then leans back, calling out to Itadori, “Yeah, he’s real banged up, right? Oh, hey Itadori! You remember that thing Okkotsu taught you?” 

Nanami raises an eyebrow, sending Gojo a suspicious glance before a deep sigh breaks forth at Itadori’s enthusiastic response. 

“Oh right! Bless you! It’s an English custom for when someone sneezes, right Sensei?” 

“hhENCHH’shaa-!” 

“Bless you, Nanamin!” 

It’s gonna be a long hour.

[1-ichi]

germaphobic snzfker is such a concept because no, I don’t want to share a drink with you and no, we cannot use the same hand towel, but yes, if you could just muffle your allergic snzes into my chest it would make my day just a little bit better.

[erigold13261]

Gege just fucking hates women so much! That's why we never get to see Hanami's domain or power of her flower! /j

[thedeadthree]

— OCS AS ART MOTIFS.

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DAPPLED SUNLIGHT

you see all the beautiful things in life. you're always looking to learn and be better, especially from the world around you. thank you for believing so strongly in goodness. art reference: woodland glade by david poulter

A LONELY PERSON

though you may be quiet, your heart is full of longing. you spend much of your time with your own mind, and that may very well be a beautiful thing. art reference: automat by edward hopper

BURNING HOUSES

your heart flies wild and free. you have the mind of an artist, spilling with ideas and dreams. art reference: burning house by lois dodd

THE MOON

you're a lover, a dreamer. you gaze wistfully at the sky, seeing the infinite gorgeousness of the natural world and wishing it could translate to your real life. art reference: the starry night by vincent van gogh (because, of course, what other moon could i possibly include?)

HANDS

is your love language touch? i suppose it might not be, but i also suppose you might just like being held. you might see the art in human bodies. art reference: loneliness of night by kaye donachie

BLOOD IN RELIGIOUS DEPICTIONS

you think in violence, but not necessarily antagonism or hatred. it is more just in the physicality, the vulnerability of it all. art reference: prometheus bound by peter paul rubens

[sixplusfive]

It's the tradition for the men of this island to jump in yelling the name of the girl he likes. Naruse-kun~! Go for it!

Nのために For N (2014) | 1.01 dir. Tsukahara Ayuko, Yamamoto Takeyoshi, Anami Akihiro eng subs. subie06 @ d-addicts

[sugarspicenights]

Characters I’ll answer for the spicy f/o asks:

Rohan K/ishibe

Kento N/anami

Aki H/ayakawa

Kojir0 from SK8

Wolf/wood

Sebastian from SDV

Clement from DUTP The Apothecary

Steven A S/tarphase or Zapp R/enfro from KKSS

(bonus Nov 2024 update-- will also accept Ma/rch from Fields of M!stria)

[rykno-j]

Now the ask for N/anami and G/ojo that i sent in as an Anon here to @snzdreams

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not sure if this counts as snz but just wanted to share thoughts///

G/ojo being a little bit of a blanket hoarder, he likes to bundle it up and hug it to sleep, subconsciously of course. and he's aware of that fact. ("Just slap me in my sleep if I do that, yeah?")

With that out of the way, i'll start the thoughts

N/anami coming home feeling a little unwell, maybe his head is a little throby, eyes tired, a flush starting to form on his cheeks?

But either way, he is absolutely exhausted. On top of that, N/anami finds himself oddly craving G/ojo's touch. (Touch starved? That a first.)

N/anami, ever the uptight and proper one, longing for a hug? Unheard of.

But he couldn't help it. All N/anami wanted to do was to curl up in G/ojo's lap. Adult or not, at that moment, he wanted badly to be taken care of. And by G/ojo, of all people.

He opens the door to their bedroom, and slides into bed after a quick change of clothes.

The same as always, G/ojo was sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, blanket tangled all around his limbs.

"N/anamii dearr~ welcome home-!"

G/ojo turned to face him with those half lidded eyes, inviting him under the covers. Under normal circumstances, N/anami would have rolled his eyes, but tonight, he almost leaned into it. Almost. He still had an ounce of self control after all.

Met with yet another lack of response, G/ojo shuffled over, draping a bit of blanket over N/anami.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk in the morning. Goodnight-"

N/anami opened his mouth, then closed it. "Can I have a hug?" He almost said. Shameless. G/ojo would never let him live it down if that slipped out, fever-induced or not.

Instead he opted to stare at the dim ceiling. After awhile, N/anami felt the blanket pull away from him. He looks to the side. G/ojo was curled over on the bed, hugging the covers tightly around himself.

Not even using it properly, and yet he wants it all to himself. N/anami stares at the blanket in mild envy. He wanted to be there instead.

Ah fuck it.

N/anami tugged lightly at the edge of the blanket.

G/ojo, stirring: "Naanami?"

Nanami: "S/atoru, I-"

G/ojo: "Oh, ah, you're cold? I'm sorryy-"

A bit of blanket was re-draped over his body as G/ojo turned his body to face the wall.

N/anami clutched at the bit of blanket he was given. Well yes, he was cold. But that's not what he wanted, far from it.

Hesitating for a second, N/anami reached out his hand once again, tapping on G/ojo's back.

G/ojo: "Nnm..? Not enough?"

Before N/anami could open his mouth, another section of blanket was thrown over his head. It had left over warmth from when G/ojo was curled over it earlier. Still not what he wanted. Closer, but not quite there.

A few minutes passed, and G/ojo felt a tug on the hem of his shirt. He looked over his shoulder. N/anami had never been so persistent before, was it really time to get a bigger blanket?

G/ojo turned over to face the other. Perhaps it was something more serious.

"What's wrong dear?"

N/anami stared straight into G/ojo's eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He didn't know how to ask, "I want a hug" too direct. "Do you want to hug?" what if he said no? "Can we cuddle?" he would never live that down.

N/anami: "I-"

G/ojo gazed over N/anami, who looked a lot smaller at the moment. The moonlight dusted over his face, and G/ojo could just about make out the blush over N/anami's cheeks and the slight flush over his nose.

Ah.

This time, G/ojo grabbed a corner of the blanket, draping his entire arm over N/anami's chest. Once the covers settled, he then pulled N/anami towards himself, letting him rest against his shoulder.

N/anami instantly sank into the touch, G/ojo could practically hear him purring. Nose pressed against his collarbone, G/ojo felt the other sigh into him. So he guessed correctly, then.

G/ojo: "N/anami~ if you wanted a hug that badly, you could've just asked-"

The only reply he got this time was a slight whine against his neck.

Laughing softly, G/ojo wrapped his arms around N/anami's body. It's fine, you're an easy read for me anyway. I'll get you whatever you want, whether you voice them to me or not.

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if any ask was going to exceed the tumblr word count, this would absolutely be the one//in so sorry for the length ahh-

there was just too many things i wanted to write..// i know this one is less of snz and more of just domestic behaviour, but its been on my mind for the day//just N/anami getting more touchy when he's unwell/vulnerable/sick and G/ojo so willing to give in

another way this could have gone was N/anami trying and failing to stifle fits against his wrist until G/ojo turns around:

"So when were you going to slap me for stealing this?"

or

"So when were you going to grace me with the information that you've caught a cold?"

Before ending with the same hugging scene.

▪︎•▪︎

[newervegas]

okok sleep deprived BUUT i think i have the j//jk verse figured out so far!!!!!!

three clowns atm!! shiori (g*ojo), minako (t*oji + ch*oso) and kanna (n*anami) !!!!!!! 🌸💕

minako is g/ojos older sister (by a few years she graduated college and was in her first year as a teacher in ye olde flashback era of when g*ojo and besties were in school) she was married and thus and still into today she uses her late spouses surname mizuhara.

shiori is either n//aoyas twin but they weren’t really close as kids and aren’t close now so there isn’t much to that?? (or maybe they were but now its strained due to yk succession who gets to be heir i am not quite sure about that yet!! oo it would give s//uccesiion but make it j//jk OO!!!!!) ORR she’s the older sib of m*ai and m*aki?? and still candidate of heir (?) in that as well?)

BUT ANYWAY..!!!! she was an old classmate of g/ojo and the besties (was maybe in either his year or n/anami and kannas year?) AND BESTEST BUDS. its giving childhood sweethearts to lovers yk? CUUTE.

fast forward t*oji passes….ish. right she and him after they grad they raise her nephew together (he even has a room at her apartment they’ve been SUUPER married but never got together what gives yk?? ILL EXPLAIN 💀) so her career skyrocketed (as an actress?? model? both????) and so things got busy BUUT like they’ve baaasically been living together and raising two youngins (minako and t*oji have a daughter aya <3) they hang out like ALL THE TIME……. and yet not married 💀

(but i mean thats not to say they’ll never yk *giggles* shes taking a year off of to help out and support m*egumi at his first year with goj 🥀🤧 SUPER MARRIED PARENTS!!) theyve alsoo been very invested the last decade or so with getting two of their besties together ever since n*anami said he was interested in her since like forever and never told them about it but swore to never tell her about it so theyve been trying to subtly *wheeze* set them up 🥀🤡

WHICH LEADS ME TO KANNAAA so she’s the granddaughter to the principal of the k*yoto campus and she transferred to tokyo so not to have the rep as “principals kid” (she still did alas 💀✨🤧) and possibly get special treatment bc shes related to one of the administrators. her curse technique she uses (its like c*assia in r*ogue trader-ish seeing emotions, curses and resonances as colors and swipes of paint and swipes of a paintbrush !!) and its helpful as she is a psychotherapist these days for sorcerers !!!!!!! 🌸 very much on the outside cool and collected “has her stuff together.” meanwhile that mask hides behind a hot mess teehee <3 also parties a lot chronic partner drags shiori to all of her after parties and galas and suggests kanna “tags along” so she can party 🥀😌 the girls are thriving!!!!!!!!

she didn’t think anything of nan and in fact likely didn’t even know he existed let alone has had a childhood harbored crush on her 🥀💀 ……. and then they reunite when they’re set up together in ep9 TEEHEE (everyone (g*ojo and shiori) cheers they’re brains for suggesting she aid them HUUUGE) she had planned only to be there for the exchange event and then go back to things buuuut teehee n*anami like kanna fell HARD (everyone’s thrilled especially g*ojo and shiori ndjxxh) and thus decided to take a transfer to be in t*okyo HEHE.

SO GOLDFISH BRAIN their curses!! minako (dream walking/weaving), shiori (pied piper if i make her an actress she doesn’t do musicals or play instruments UNLESS there’s curses in her midst bc she can control them and people in the vicinity with her ability (like meat puppets 🥀🤧 BUUT if i made her a model people already would expect her not to sing so i mean it would be convenient??) and kanna was listed earlier!!

(also when g*ojo and shiori finally DO get together everyone was like ????? we thought you both already were?? and they were like 🥀🧍‍♀️🧍👁️✨😶🫨)

BONUS TRACK VERSION: so nan and kan begin as more of a fwb but it doesn’t last im thinking bc teehee <3 BUUT not before shiori stopped by kans place for something and noticed…… something of nanamis there 🥀💀 (like a tie or jacket of his or something yk?) BUT THE WAY SHIO BOLTSSSS TO DELIVER THE NEWS very had to be ✨ so normal ✨ around them lest ye aforementioned parties are made aware that they know 🌸💕🫨🥴

[waterfallofspace]

Sharing Is Caring.

The one in which G/ojo shares his cold, and N/anami cares that this happened. Turns out G/ojo’s inability to keep any sort of physical distance or semblance of manners when he’s sick has finally beaten its way through N/anami’s ‘iron-clad’ immune system. Feat. sick N/anami & sick G/ojo.  Also known as ‘Today Is Apparently N/anago Day’ so I wrote a little something! It’s short, and my first time giving N/anami the sneezes too, but hey, it’s a day for both of them, so they should both get to suffer equally <3 As always, if anyone reads this, thank you!! And I hope you enjoy it~ (Contains references to swearing and a bit of contagion mentions/inferences, incase anyone doesn’t like those!) Characters: N/anami, G/ojo, and the cold from hell.  Word Count: 1.7k (jus a short boi)

“Hehh-” “Satoru I will throw this cup at you if you don’t cov-” “hahH’ETCH’uuu-! Whoops~.” The hand Gojo had lazily raised sits about an inch below his face, almost mocking Nanami with how close it had come to actually covering that one. Nanami lets out a low sigh, the action apparently too much effort for his lungs who protest with a series of harsh coughs. “Need some water?” “I need you to have learned how to keep your germs to yourself.” Nanami retorts once the coughing lets him get a word in. Gojo just smiles, letting his slender form tremble a little. ‘Entirely a manipulation, his fever broke two days ago.’  “But I’m siiickkk Nanami~” “And thanks to you, n- now… I ahhm… t- too…. huhh-!” “heH’ESHH’uee-! Oh sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you~”  “hH’NGT-! nnMXTT-! Hehh… ihh! mMZZSHH’oo-!”  “Bless you, darling.”  The way Gojo purrs the pet name into his ear would normally get Nanami considering having him right here and now on the couch. ‘But it’s that line of thinking that probably got me this horrid cold in the first place.’  “Notice how I brought my arm up, and sneezed into it. Not over, or beside, or seven feet away, straight into it. Blocking the spread of germs.” “Ya know, you would sound a lot more commanding if you weren’t still speaking from inside your elbow.” A slight pink tint dances across Nanami’s face, or at least, what little can be seen of it. “Shut up and pass me the tissues.” Gojo does as he’s told, ‘For once’ and hands over the box, turning away to give Nanami the privacy to clean himself up. ‘At least he has some decency.’ Letting a wet blow escape, Nanami doesn’t miss the wince Gojo attempts to cover with a cough. ‘Feeling guilty after all it seems.’  “My throat is wrecked, I could use some tea, you want some too?” A smile creeps over Nanami’s normally steadfast expression. Gojo was just bragging the day before about how his throat didn’t hurt anymore. This was clearly a ploy to make tea for Nanami without having to admit that’s what he was doing. Surprisingly, Gojo is a wonderful caretaker, but quite bashful about it when he’s feeling guilty about the sickness being his own fault. “hept’TCHshh’uuee-! heH…. Hahhh… ihhh-! eH’keTCHH’yuu-!” ‘Apparently not guilty enough to cover his damn sneezes though.’  “You didn’t even lift your hands for that one.”  “I turned away from you!” “Not even into your shoulder, just at the floor!” “Yeah! But not at you! You’re welcome~” Nanami just coughs in response, rolling his eyes in Gojo’s direction. As the coughing eases, he lets his hand raise to massage his aching throat. His voice is still clear, but from experience he knows it’ll be hoarse in less than a day, and most likely completely gone in a couple. ‘Better cancel classes, won’t be much help as a teacher if I can’t get a word out. Plus, I’d be a hypocrite if I infected my students with this after chasticing Gojo for getting me sick.’  “Better cancel classes Nan. You’re gonna have no voice by then, won’t be much of a teacher.” “It’s eerie how you do that, Gojo.” Gojo looks up from the kitchen, pausing his tea preparations to give Nanami a smirk dripping with ulterior meanings. His brilliant blue eyes shine enchantingly from behind the sunglasses he’s tipped down his nose. “Do what, dear?” “hheh… hH’NGT-!uhhhh” “Tsk tsk, I can’t believe you of all people suppress them like that! Shouldn’t you be the one giving me some facts about how ‘suppressing them won’t stop the urge, just contain it, plus you could get a headache or whatever’.”  His hands move to his hips, putting on a stern voice as he copies Nanami, letting his voice dip into a deeper octave in an attempt to complete the mockery.  “hAH’knXGT-!shoo hehh..! guhhh… I don’t sound like that.” “Beside the point. Aren’t I right?” The blush is back against Nanami’s face, and he smothers a wet cough into his sleeve in an effort to disguise it. At the sound, Gojo finishes putting the kettle on the stove, shooting Nanami a sympathetic look, laced with guilt he’d never admit to. “You’re… not incorrect… but your equation is missing a key component.” “Oh? Enlighten me then.” “While you’re correct that holding them in can cause head discomfort, you- you’ve… huhh…. ihH’KNGT-!uhhh… you’ve forgotten to consider the effect letting them out has on my… already sensitive throat.” “So what all your fancy words mean can be summed up in ‘it hurts my throat to sneeze fully’?”  Nanami rolls his eyes again at the blatant nature of the statement, but allows a small nod. He doesn’t need more than that, Gojo could always read him like an open book. Even without words. ‘Hell, sometimes I even think that he can read me better when I’m not speaking. Eerie, as I said. Feels like the space he takes up in my mind has grown it’s own consciousness.’ Glancing over at Gojo as the thoughts pause, Nanami doesn’t miss the smirk that’s settled on his face, shuttering slightly at the implications. “hH’KNTT-! mMNXXT-! hahh…. Hihh- mMMZZCHH’shoo-!”  “Bless you, Kento.” “A blessing, and my first name, you must be feeling quite guilty, Satoru.” Blue eyes watch him carefully, seemingly weighing their options of response. Not willing to admit to guilt, but not wanting to outright lie, no doubt deciding between a topic change, or a dance-around answer. “What type of tea would you like? I’m thinking of something sweet.” ‘Topic change it is, then.’  “When are you not?” “Ach. I do have a bit of a sweet tooth, I admit it! But they’re just so good…”  “You’re practically drooling. Were the other fluids emerging from your face not enough?” “You wound me Nanami. I’m sick after all, and here I am, slaving away to make you tea! Speaking of which, you still haven’t picked one.” Nanami manages to stand from the couch, wincing a little at the way his legs tremble. ‘Note to self, I should check for a fever, I’m not normally this unsteady with just exhaustion.’ Making his way over to the tea shelf, he pauses to plant a light kiss on Gojo’s forehead, eliciting a whine from the clingy man when his lips are removed. ‘As I suspected earlier, the fever hasn’t returned.’  “I’ll take the lemon and honey one, it’ll be good for my throat.” “hehh’kESHH’yuu-! Hahh… have to… ihhh… hehh-! c- can’t…”  Deciding to use the pause, Nanami grabs Gojo’s arm, and plants it squarely in front of his face. “This is how you cover a sneeze. Now go ahead.” Gojo just hitches, blue eyes overflowing with water as his breath catches again, and again, just to leave him disappointed over and over. His nose twitches against his sleeve, mouth hanging open as he manages to shoot Nanami a pleading look. “Oh for christ’s sake- Fine, but you better not sneeze on me.” Nodding frantically, Gojo lets his arm drop enough to provide access to his trembling nose. Nanami notices the red hue, no doubt from the frantic rubbing it’s had to endure over the course of this cold. Bringing up his finger, Nanami gently rubs down the bridge of Gojo’s nose, stopping to tap on the tip. ‘Given how sensitive he is, and how much more extreme it is when he’s sick, this should be more than enoug-’ “hAHH’MMFFSHHH’yuu-! EH’SHHHMMFF’shoo-! Guhhh… Thank you, that one was teasing m… me- heh’hETCHshh’yuu-!”  The first two he manages to catch in his arm, like promised, but Nanami sighs as the last one gets aimed at the floor, his arm lowering too soon so he could talk. ‘Two out of three. Not amazing, but progress certainly.’  “Bless you.” “Whoops, thanks, sorry bout that last one, thought I was finished.” Nanami plants a kiss on Gojo’s lips, letting himself relax a little at the desperation that meets him. While he was never as clingy as Gojo, ‘I don’t think anyone could be as clingy as that man’ Nanami did always appreciate physical comfort when he was sick, as long as Gojo was the one offering it. He had gotten a hug from Itadori once when he noticed Nanami was shivering, and it hadn’t been horrible, but he certainly preferred the touch of his love.  Speaking of which, said love was currently attempting to cut off his oxygen supply, refusing to pull away even as his face began to pale. Nanami pulls away first, letting out a low chuckle at the gasp Gojo takes in an attempt to refill his lungs. The chuckle is quickly replaced with a low hiss as Gojo convulses with a harsh cough, aiming for Nanami’s chest. Normally he’d be chastised for this, but given the water currently escaping from Gojo’s eyes, Nanami figures he’s got bigger issues. “Just breathe, try to clear your throat and let yourself take a breath- yes, just like that, there you go. Easy now, you’re al- alright… heH-! Scuse me, I hav…. have to… hahhh!”  Nanami manages to pull away from Gojo enough to aim for his shoulder as the sneezes burst through, refusing to be suppressed any further. “hH’ZESHH’oo-! mMZZCHHH’shoo-! Ihhhh… huhhh- hUH’ZZUSHH’oo-! Bless me, sorry.” “Don’t need to apologize… I’m the one that gave this to you anyways…” The blush rising through Gojo’s cheeks is, quite frankly, a bit disturbing. As is the outward confession of guilt, only intensified by the tears still dripping from his eyes. Taking pity, Nanami offers him a smile, and another kiss, hungry lips meeting his own. He breaks it first, Gojo whining once more, until Nanami brings his fingers up to Gojo’s head and runs them through his hair, causing his brilliant blue eyes to flutter closed as a low moan escapes. “It’s alright, dear. After all, sharing is caring.” Gojo smiles, pauses, and aims a sneeze right for Nanami’s chest. “hEH’KKESHH’yuu-!”  Which Nanami echoes with two of his own, aimed for his shoulder. “eH’ZZSHHH’oo! haH’ZESHHH’oo-! But maybe next time, we could share something other than the cold from hell?” “S- ihh’hETCH’yuu-! Sounds like a plan.”  The kettle’s whistling interrupts them, and Gojo sets about getting the cups ready as Nanami turns off the stovetop. As the rain outside starts to pick up, the two of them settle into the couch, playfully fighting over the remote, with Gojo letting Nanami win, before cuddling into each other’s warm embrace. Here, with each other, even with sickness and annoyances, everything was perfect. This was their own little world, something just for them. 

[1-ichi]

I wonder who would be the first man down. Or could it be all three of them just struggling with allergies? Personally, I’d like to see n/anami being hit the worst and the other two taking care of their junior. Since usually, it’s the other way around where N/anami is being dragged around by their antics.

Thinking of Go/ge/nana (either platonic or romantic…no preference at the moment). I admire people who can write long fics or draw because I’d love to explore their dynamic too 😭😭 for the time being, i made a rough doodle on my phone…

[erigold13261]

Name suggestion for Miku’s buddy Enderman! Yamimi! (Yami in Japanese means darkness, but Miku added the extra mi in the end bc she thought it sounded cute)

Oooh! Yes! I love that name! Meet Yami!

Also meet a random Snow Golem made from Yami's snack! Are they gonna be important? Probably not, maybe, I don't know lol.

[thedeadthree]

ok ok FINEE ill make a g*ojo girlie anything for pookie i GUESS!! <3

[alrunaaa]

chat please walk with me here like.

I’m normal.

Get you a girl who wasn't born a snzfucker, yet is so hardwired to your kink that she very enthusiastically sends you photos/videos of hot anime guys where it looks like they might be snzing <3 and then proceeds to share her big brained snzcanons that your brain hasn't even touched yet <333 and also explicitly sends you several angles/profiles of a hot guy's face when you tell her he has nice "facial features" (nose) <33333