At our worsts ; Nanago [Nanami X Gojo]

CH.9 NANAMI

As I reached for the doorknob of Gojo's room, I was startled by the sound of him screaming "Noooo!" from downstairs. Confused and concerned, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Before I could process what was happening, Gojo suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs, running upstairs with an urgent expression, coming between me and the door.
He seemed to be in a state of panic, as if he wanted to prevent me from seeing something.

I took a step back, puzzled by his reaction.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, "I just... I don't want you to see my messy room."

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his response. "How bad can it possibly be?" I replied nonchalantly, trying to ease the tension.

With a hesitant nod, Gojo stepped aside, allowing me to open the door and see for myself. As I walked into the room, I couldn't help but let out an amused "oh" at the sight before me.

His room was indeed a mess, with clothes strewn all over the floor, empty food containers scattered on his desk, and stacks of papers and books haphazardly piled on the shelves.

"Okay, maybe it's a bit messier than I expected," I said, trying not to laugh.

Gojo let out a sheepish chuckle, clearly embarrassed by the state of his room. "Yeah, I haven't had much time to clean up lately," he admitted.

As we stood before his room, I suggested that he should go take his shower to freshen up. To my surprise, he followed me inside the room, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his unexpected action.

"Uh, Gojo, I meant that you should go shower in the bathroom," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.

He looked momentarily flustered, as if he hadn't realized what I meant. "Oh, right, sorry," he mumbled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

As Gojo turned to leave the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about his behavior. It was clear that he was struggling with something.

But before he could step out of the room, he hesitated and turned back to face me. "You know what, Nanami? Maybe...maybe you're right," he said, his voice sounding unsure. "I could use a shower."

I gave him an encouraging smile, glad that he was willing to take care of himself. "Go ahead, take your time,"

As Gojo stepped into the bathroom to take a shower, I decided to take matters into my own hands. His messy room was a reflection of the chaos he felt inside, and I wanted to offer him a clean and organized space when he returned, that's the least I could do for a struggling person.

I began picking up clothes from the floor, folding them neatly and placing them on a chair. Empty food containers were thrown away, and stacks of papers were organized into neat piles. It was a simple act, but I hoped it would bring some clarity and ease to his mind.

However, my efforts were short-lived. Just as I was finishing up, the door to the bathroom swung open, and Gojo stormed into the room. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight of me cleaning his room without his permission.

"What have you done..." he asks as he scanned his room quietly.

"I decided to tidy up a little" I answer.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with anger and shock.

I froze in place, feeling a mixture of guilt and surprise. I hadn't anticipated his reaction to be so intense.

Gojo's frustration was palpable as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his face turning red with anger. He looked like he was about to explode, and I felt a pang of regret for not considering his feelings before taking action.

"You had no right to just come in here and do whatever you want!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room.

His frustration evident in every fiber of his being. For a moment, I was taken aback by the intensity of his reaction, his eyes ablaze with anger.

"You don't just clean up someone's room without their fucking permission!" he exclaimed, his voice sharp and biting.

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, a mixture of guilt and disbelief coursing through me. I had never intended to upset him, but my actions had clearly done just that.

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze, my own expression a blend of regret and apology. "I apologize for overstepping," I said, my voice measured. "Upsetting you was none of my intentions."

Gojo's anger seemed to simmer down, and I could see the struggle in his eyes as he grappled with his emotions. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he seemed almost exhausted by the intensity of his own reaction.

As the tension hung in the air between us, I decided that it was best to give him some space. I reached for my coat, slipping it on with a sense of finality. I didn't want to worsen the situation, and leaving for the time being seemed like the best course of action.

"I'm going to go," I said quietly, my tone sincere. "I'm sorry once again."

Gojo remained silent, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and I could tell that my actions had shaken him as well.

His anger seemed to hang in the air like a heavy cloud as he stared at me. His frustration was evident, but I couldn't ignore the conflict in his eyes, the battle between his anger and something deeper.

"I know I'm fucking pathetic, I know that BUT I HAVE BOUNDARIES"  He says through gritted teeth, fighting back his tears.

A moment of silence passed by as I try to reflect on what I've done and Gojo trying to regain his composure.

"It's not that-" he began, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

But before he could finish his sentence, I held up a hand, cutting him off. "It's okay," I interjected, my voice calm but firm. "I should've asked you before doing something like that. I crossed a line, and I understand why you're upset."

"I think you might need some alone time," I added "I'm here if you want to talk, but I'll give you space."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked towards the door, my heart heavy with a mix of regret and empathy. It was clear that my actions had caused more harm than I had intended, and I couldn't ignore the fact that this man was hurting in his own way.
"What does one have to go through to react like this?"  I thought to myself as I drove back home.