𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐚𝐭 ♡ & ↻

"my perfect match? And what makes you say that?" He'd hum out before shaking his head. "Let's hurry up and head out. Didn't you want to go to a sweet shop?"

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 ‘𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴' 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂? 𝓘𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻?

He felt his eyes threatening to roll once more at the other mans words but he held off, Cocking a brow at the lifting of the other mans blindfold. A soft huff passing his lips. " Don't even. You wouldn't know how to handle a partner like me. " Oh how he hated how self centred that made him sound.

Don't look so sad, he might end up feeling guilty.

The blond would wince slightly at the telling, a frown heavy on his lips at the other man's out burst. "Is that so?" He'd muse as he adjusted his glasses before rolling his eyes. "You and I aren't partners."

You're right you're more of the irritatingly clingy type.

Id he's the ' moody wife ' then what's Gojo? The pain in the ass husband?

. . . He gave them his number? Stop spying on him through his co workers!

" Oh? " Nanami would raise a brow at the comment. His hands soothing the scarf before he stepped back to look at the other man. " Perhaps it's good you are single, saying that Tina partner would make them think you don't have time for dates. " He'd muse. ". . I'll consider it. " Likely a no.

. . . Only Nanami. . . Wait he's been calling his co workers asking for updates? . . . NOT the moody wife. NOT EVEN A WIFE.

HOW MANY PEOPLE HAS HE BROUGHT LUNCH TO AND TOLD HES THEIR HUSBAND?!

It wasn't rare for Nanami to see such an expression on Gojos face. His hands busied with making the man's scarf, or better yet, Nanamis scarf, look presentable. "Then we visit it another time to try what you've not got this time."

"Sometimes I have a reoccurring nightmare where Gojo goes to my workplace to bring me lunch, telling my co workers he is my husband. . . Then I wake up and remember he's done this three times and I have co workers who ask me how my husband is. My life is a nightmare."

He has terrible ideas. . . . Fine. He'll get his coat. That and a large knitted scarf. Nanami moved to wrap said scarf around Gojos neck making it presentable but tightening it as he leans in. "We are not buying everything in there. Do you understand?"

" Gojo took my lunch saying 'its payment for my friendship'. Im suing him ."

. . . He wants to go to the sweet shop. . . At this time of night? He sees where Yuji gets his stupid ideas from. . .

No. No he cannot. HOW DID THIS MAN GET INTO NANAMIS APARTMENT?! Is that his earl grey? IN HIS FINE CHINA? Hes billing Geto for this.

. . . Now it depends on what 'fun' Satoru is alluding to.

The times finally come. His shift is over. He can finally relax.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖘 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵.