“Nanami come on, you need to relax for once. Come out with us.”

Nanami just huffs and looks away, pushing up his sunglasses and ignoring Gojo’s request. It’s a no. It’s always a no.

Even though he never goes out, they don’t stop asking. He’s always rushed home after work. They all just assumed he wanted to get home so soon to get away from them. He always kept personal life and work completely separate but that didn’t stop them from trying.

“Don’t be so lame, Nanami. Just one drink. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone.” Shoko adds and takes a puff of her cigarette.

That makes him smirk just a tad. “Maybe another time.” It’s all he said before he headed straight to his car and right home.

Meet someone. Ha.

He enters the apartment and kicks off his shoes, neatly placing them on the shoe rack and hanging up his briefcase and jacket. He can already smell something delicious emanating from the kitchen.

“Hey, beautiful.” He hums and lays his head on her shoulder and presses a hand to her stomach, “how’re my two favorite girls doing?”

Like he’d ever want to meet anyone else.