Being one of the most powerful people on the planet came with its upsides. You rarely had to feel threatened, and if anyone was actually dumb enough to try their luck against you, sending them packing was as easy as breathing.

It did, however, also come with some drawbacks.

 

Gojo had learned about the responsibility on his shoulders at a very early age. For a good while he had fought it, but there came a time where that was no longer possible.

He was always working, expected to never tire.

So maybe, once in a while, he enjoyed not being in charge for a while. There were few people he could trust enough to allow them such power over him, however, so it had taken him a while to find someone who was fit for the role.

He hadn’t expected it to be Nanami.

 

He felt the rope slip between his back and arms, the softness of it tickling his skin as Nanami manipulated it into the shape he wanted.

Gojo kept his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering as he felt Nanami secure a knot.

Despite his closed eyes, his ever-seeing Six Eyes followed Nanami as he walked around him. He almost purred as he felt Nanami’s fingers dig into his scalp.

 

Nanami was a lifeline keeping him sane in a world that expected more of him than any one person could reasonably carry. Submitting to him had been easy, from the very first time.

He could lay himself bare, let himself be picked apart and trust Nanami to put him back together again.

Submitting to Nanami was simple, giving him reprieve, allowing him a moment not to think. He didn’t know how long he could have functioned running on empty, had he not allowed himself to be weak with someone.

Their relationship was otherwise dysfunctional, but this, this was easy.

It made breathing so much lighter.

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