geto gojo and nanami

I still vividly remember the day I was told I would be living in a communal apartment with Nanami and Gojo. Images of typical chaos immediately flashed through my mind: scattered belongings, eternal noise, and zero chance of privacy. But life, as always, turned out to be far more interesting than my expectations.

The apartment was old, with worn-out floors and windows that creaked with every gust of wind. Three rooms, a tiny kitchen, and a bathroom that had to be fought over every morning. Nanami immediately took the room next to the kitchen—"to be closer to the food," as he joked. Gojo, on the other hand, chose the brightest room, declaring that "a genius needs inspiration." I just shook my head and carried my things into the remaining room.

The jujutsu school seemed surreal at first. Massive halls with ancient runes on the walls, teachers whose eyes saw more than they should, and students, each of whom already knew things most people couldn't even dream of. The three of us quickly became a noticeable trio.

Gojo, of course, was immediately the center of attention. His power and that eternal smirk of his attracted people like a magnet. He could turn the most boring lesson into a performance—one moment accidentally tossing a table into the air, the next making the chalk write indecent jokes on the board. Nanami reacted to this with restraint: rolling his eyes and muttering something about "immaturity." But I could see how he sometimes barely suppressed a smile.

Nanami was different. Calculating and composed, he approached everything with cold logic. I remember during a lesson on curse containment, he was the only one in the entire class who could hold a grade-three entity without a single mistake. The teacher praised him then, and Gojo immediately declared: "Well of course, Nanami's a robot, it's easy for him." Nanami only snorted in response, but later, as we were walking home, I noticed he was practically glowing with pride.

My days with them were filled with a strange balance. In the morning—the eternal battle for the bathroom. Gojo would always occupy it for an hour, "tuning in for the day," while Nanami strictly allotted himself exactly 15