( oops spoilers ) ( could be set in a nanami lives / gojo lives / sukuna dies au. could be something else entirely. your choice! ) —
[ Something was happening. Nanami wasn't sure what but he'd had awoken from a fairly deep sleep and felt confusion at the edges of his mind as he tried to figure out what exactly woke him up. He was in bed, asleep, arms wrapped around Gojo and spooning him from behind. He was comfortable. But then something in his subconscious had forced him awake from a rather pleasant but mundane dream about sharing a sandwich with Gojo and he couldn't shake the distress from being woken up like that. For a moment, he thought it was the rain outside the windows, coming down in a consistent drizzle and soaking the windows in the process, but soon enough he realized it wasn't.
It was Gojo. He was making noises in his sleep, noises that sounded somewhat distressed and unhappy which set Nanami's entire being on edge. He blinked, confused and then reached a hand up to Gojo's shoulder to shake him lightly. His voice came out low, rough from sleep, but tender still. ]
Satoru, wake up.
[ His other hand moved to comb fingers through wild white hair, trying to soothe Gojo from whatever it was that was haunting him even as he tried to wake him up. He watched him for a long time, just continuing to shake him lightly and pet his hair as he waited for the other man to rise. ]
kicks this post off with some good ol h/c
( oops spoilers )
( could be set in a nanami lives / gojo lives / sukuna dies au. could be something else entirely. your choice! )
—
[ Something was happening. Nanami wasn't sure what but he'd had awoken from a fairly deep sleep and felt confusion at the edges of his mind as he tried to figure out what exactly woke him up. He was in bed, asleep, arms wrapped around Gojo and spooning him from behind. He was comfortable. But then something in his subconscious had forced him awake from a rather pleasant but mundane dream about sharing a sandwich with Gojo and he couldn't shake the distress from being woken up like that. For a moment, he thought it was the rain outside the windows, coming down in a consistent drizzle and soaking the windows in the process, but soon enough he realized it wasn't.
It was Gojo. He was making noises in his sleep, noises that sounded somewhat distressed and unhappy which set Nanami's entire being on edge. He blinked, confused and then reached a hand up to Gojo's shoulder to shake him lightly. His voice came out low, rough from sleep, but tender still. ]
Satoru, wake up.
[ His other hand moved to comb fingers through wild white hair, trying to soothe Gojo from whatever it was that was haunting him even as he tried to wake him up. He watched him for a long time, just continuing to shake him lightly and pet his hair as he waited for the other man to rise. ]