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"I know," Nanami smiles, "You liked me plenty back in the day. I have no doubt you'll love me whatever I look like."

He steps in behind Haibara, glad the shower is large, despite him not considering a second person when he checked out apartment options and furnished this one. He turns his head away from the water. "And you are still you."

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"I'll always be me." A slight shrug before he turns his attention to bathing Nanami. And yes, he is dragging it out, pausing to kiss him far too many times because he can't resist the urge. Best to get it out of his system now than end up doing it in public if they go out later.

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Nanami kisses Haibara back each time. He even distracts him with more kisses himself, fuck the nonexistent water bill. He only makes sure not to press against Haibara, so as not to undermine the slow progress Haibara makes on cleaning up. His hands rest against Haibara's skin, on his sides and up and down his back, water dripping between his fingers.

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It's easy to lose himself in the kiss, the loofah slipping from his hands as he wraps arms around Nanami once he's rinsed the soap off. And the water is definitely verging to cold before they're actually done, Haibara reaching around him to turn the shower off.

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He doesn't mean for it to happen, but Nanami feels how much Haibara needs touch, needs more than the incidental brush of his hand along Haibara's stomach and fingers along his spine. He kisses Haibara, water dripping down his face, and pulls Haibara close again.

He nuzzles Haibara's nose and runs wide flat hands all along his body. Nanami's here, it says. He's here, and he has Haibara.

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Self control has never been his gift and even less so when he's like this, when he's got Nanami in front of him, but he does try. He really does.

And he'll get better at it, with time, but he craves the contact in a way he can't really explain. But they do finally leave the shower and settle in the tub, Haibara relaxing against Nanami's chest.

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Today, Nanami will give Haibara anything and everything he wants, especially now they're back in their apartment. It's their little world to do whatever they want. Wherever they want.

He wraps his arms around Haibara in the tub, content to hold him and be together. Baths truly are so much better when clean. "Maybe tomorrow, this'll feel real," he suggests.

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"Maybe." He agrees, head back against Nanami's shoulder, arms over his.

"I'll have to go buy some clothes, at least."

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Nanami smiles. He cannot entirely stop smiling.

"We don't have to anywhere for that. If you know what you want, we can use our spoons to buy it." He looks down at Haibara. "You can go buy clothes if you want. Perhaps first one outfit with a spoon to go out in."

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"What do you want to see me in, then?" He turns his head sligtly, tilts it to up at Nanami.

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Nanami stares ahead at the bathroom wall, stuck in thought. A hundred images come to mind, more. He's fantasized about Haibara so many times that he's mentally dressed him in more outfits than he's bothered to count. Some are only variations on a theme, but... there's so much he wants to see Haibara in (and out of).

"Perhaps, for tonight, just my shirt," Nanami says. That's one of them.

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"I like that." He presses a kiss to Nanami's jaw before moving, lifting himself up so he can straddle Nanami and then kiss him again.

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The mental image feels like something from a movie. Something Nanami wants to memorialize in his mind, if not a picture. A photo is risky, if only because someone else might see it. However, he's clung to every picture of Haibara he has since he died, studied everything about them. The idea of having more warms something.

Nanami kisses Haibara back, slowly, no rush.

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It's easier to kiss in this position, something he takes full advantage of before finally moving back to just rest against Nanami's chest again.

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This too is good. As much as Nanami likes kissing Haibara, and if no one is around, he would like it all the time, simply being together quietly is immensely relaxing.

Even with the stew on the stove. It's fine. He more often left things like that back home due to reading a good book. Haibara is a better reason.

"Do you feel grounded?" Yet.

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"I was grounded the first time I touched you." His voice is quiet, eyes closed.

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Nanami runs a hand along Haibara's side under the water. He remembers touching Haibara's shoulder, expecting it not to be real. Hugging in public. In the middle of the street. It feels like a lifetime ago.

"I'm here for you," Nanami says. He holds Haibara against him. Perhaps they could still do something like hold hands in public.

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"I think that's my line." He smiles, leans back into him.

"Whatever you need, I'll do my best to help you."

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Nanami laughs. "So it is, but I may borrow it from time to time."

"Help me remember not to fall asleep before putting the stew away. If we don't eat it."

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"We're going to eat. Or at least I am. I've got a lot of time to make up for and it's the first meal you've cooked. I'm going to have at least some of it fresh." And then they can put the rest away.

"Are you tired?"

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Nanami smiles, glad Haibara will enjoy it without it needed to be reheated. He recommends reheating on the stove, not in the microwave, but it will never be the same.

"Emotionally worn out," Nanami says. "In a good way. It's been... a lot is all. I don't want to fall asleep yet, though. I want more time together first." Just in case.

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"Because you don't want to wake up and find out it wasn't real?" He murmurs the word, fingers entwining with Nanami's.

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Nanami winces slightly and tightens his grip around Haibara, as though that could do anything to anchor him, to keep him real. "Yes," Nanami admits, "I don't—

"I don't know that I could handle that." He would, if it happens. But fuck it would fuck him up.

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You'll feel better tomorrow when you wake up and I'm still here." He shifts again, onto his knees and settles to face Nanami, hands framing his face. "I'm not going to vanish." His voice is soft.

"Nobody else you've met since coming here has disappeared on their second day, have they?" Not that it can't happen, but it seems highly unlikely.

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Nanami swallows back, leaning into Haibara's touch. You don't know that, he feels like saying, but Haibara keeps talking. Keeps making good points. Gojo felt like the fox was messing with him when Geto arrived, but Geto is still here. All the sorcerers are.

He takes a deep breath and sighs. "That doesn't mean today needs to end early."