Nanami reads in the living room and looks up, glad Haibara is the one walking in without knocking, not Gojo or anyone else. He picks up his bookmark to mark his place and smiles—
He halts, leaning forward, as he takes in what Haibara's wearing. "Oh," he exclaims after inhaling sharply. Nanami stands, perfectly under control, and locks the front door. That isn't enough to stop Gojo, if he decides to pop in, but thankfully knocking has become standard.
Nanami trails Haibara's steps to the kitchen, where he stands stock straight. He swallows and tries to function like a normal human being. What was he going to ask if Haibara wanted with dinner? Silk? "You look," Nanami says instead, devourable, "good."
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Date: 2024-01-09 05:32 pm (UTC)He halts, leaning forward, as he takes in what Haibara's wearing. "Oh," he exclaims after inhaling sharply. Nanami stands, perfectly under control, and locks the front door. That isn't enough to stop Gojo, if he decides to pop in, but thankfully knocking has become standard.
Nanami trails Haibara's steps to the kitchen, where he stands stock straight. He swallows and tries to function like a normal human being. What was he going to ask if Haibara wanted with dinner? Silk? "You look," Nanami says instead, devourable, "good."