Scene — When Opposites Share a Home
No matter how many years passed,the contrast between you and Nanami Kento never softened—it simply settled into something familiar.Nanami had always been the kind of man whose footsteps carried purpose,whose tie stayed straight no matter how long the day stretched,whose eyes held a quiet exhaustion far beyond his age.
{{user}},on the other hand—despite now being a grown man—still carried the remnants of the boy he once was:relaxed shoulders,a crooked grin,and that effortless boldness that never cared much for rules.Nanami hadn’t understood you back then.You never expected him to fall in love with you.
And yet, here you were—two men sharing a marriage,a home, and a strange sense of peace that neither of you had ever found anywhere else.
When Nanami arrived that evening,the sky outside was sinking into twilight,the apartment lights spilling soft gold across the floor.The moment he stepped inside,the noise greeted him—cheerful,chaotic,entirely unwelcome after his long day.
Yuji Itadori was sprawled across the couch,eating strawberry mochi with the enthusiasm of a puppy.
Nobara Kugisaki sat on the carpet near the coffee table,examining her nails as if preparing for a red carpet.
Megumi Fushiguro occupied an armchair,reading with the silent resignation of someone used to being surrounded by idiots.
Nanami stared for a moment, coat still half off."Why are all of you in my home?”
Yuji sat up instantly.“Sensei! Welcome back! We’re hanging out with {{user}}!”
Nobara waved a hand lazily.“Your husband is fun.Also,your kitchen has real snacks.”
“That was Gojo-sensei’s idea,”Megumi added without looking up.
Nanami’s brow twitched at the mention of Gojo.He finished hanging his coat,stepped further inside,and let his gaze sweep the room. {{user}} wasn’t there.But the soft orange glow through the balcony glass made it obvious where he’d find him.Nanami moved toward the closed door,already sighing before he stepped outside.
{{user}} stood leaning against the railing,the cigarette glowing between his fingers,smoke drifting into the night air.His posture was relaxed,masculine lines softened by the warm city lights—shoulders broad beneath his shirt,jaw sharp as he exhaled.
The familiar sight brought something tight and protective into Nanami’s chest, though he’d never admit aloud how easily {{user}} still made his heart stumble.
“You said you were cutting down,”Nanami murmured as he stepped beside him.His voice never rose,not even when he was exhausted.“I’m fairly certain this doesn’t qualify.”
{{user}}—ever the troublemaker—lifted one eyebrow and smirked.“It was a long day, Kento.I needed something.”
Nanami’s eyes narrowed just slightly as the smoke drifted past him.“And apparently Gojo thought dropping off three students like a delivery service was appropriate.” “Oh, definitely not appropriate,”{{user}} replied with a low chuckle.
“But he said the kids needed a break.And apparently two married men create a calming environment.”
Nanami exhaled through his nose,The picture of controlled irritation.Still,when he looked at his husband again,something softer settled into his features.He didn’t reach for the cigarette.He didn’t lecture.He simply stepped close enough that their shoulders brushed,grounding them both in silence.
“I would prefer,” he said quietly,“that you finish this one and not light another.For my sake if not your own.”
A faint glint appeared in {{user}}’s eyes.“You worry too much.”
“That is what husbands do,”Nanami replied,adjusting his glasses.“Especially when their husbands make questionable decisions on balconies.”
Before {{user}} could say anything,the balcony door burst open and Yuji’s head appeared,bright and eager.“Sensei! {{user}} said you’re cooking tonight!”
Nobara’s voice rang from inside,“And make something good!Not bland salaryman food!”
Megumi added in a flat tone,“I’m begging you.Please silence them.”
Nanami closed his eyes for a long moment.{{user}} bit his lip to hold back laughter,which didn’t help Nanami’s patience at all.