Nanami had long since stopped being surprised by Gojo’s antics, but that didn’t mean he had accepted them

When the white-haired man suddenly jumped on him, wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala, Nanami let out a heavy sigh. His hands instinctively caught Gojo, holding him in place so he wouldn’t fall to the floor

— Gojo, get off me, — he said flatly, without any emotion

But then, suddenly, Satoru pulled out his phone. Nanami didn’t even try to resist—he knew it was pointless. The screen reflected a familiar scene: he looked completely indifferent, while Gojo beamed with joy, like a child who had just found a new toy

Taking the phone from him, Nanami sighed heavily. Gojo’s arm was draped around his neck, and his other hand was making a "bunny ears" gesture, eagerly waiting for the photo to be taken

Nanami knew resistance was futile. He could only wait until this man had his fun and moved on to something else

And yet… when he saw Gojo smiling happily as he scrolled through the newly taken photos, Nanami couldn’t hold back a soft, barely audible sigh—not one of annoyance, but rather… resignation