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Walking past the classrooms of the Tokyo Jujutsu High searching for something that he needs, Mahito notices an open door. When he comes a little closer and looks in, he notices Gojo sitting quietly.
He looked peaceful, like an statue from art museum. and when the light fell on his face, making his hair almost shine, he was completely mesmerizing.
— Is he sleeping or what? — Mahito quietly thinks out loud, approaching the man.
Gojo does not react to his movements, remaining still. His chest rises and falls slowly, to the quiet song of nature outside the window. Well. Since he's sleeping, then...
There's rarely an opportunity to take a closer look at his face, and the patchface one will take advantage of this.
Light falls from the window, highlighting his face beautifully.
The delicate skin seems to glow and beckon, like "touch me at least once, feel me with your fingers".
Now Gojo doesn't look like the most powerful sorcerer. Rather just a tired teacher resting after class. Such calmness suits him. Peaceful, serene...
He moves even closer to Gojo.
Lifting the black fabric from his eyes, Mahito can't help but smile softly.
Gojo's white eyelashes tremble in his sleep, as if attracting Mahito to him. The man rarely sees him so relaxed. As if there are no worries in the world. As if every day is similar to one another, so peaceful and calm.
Mahito lifts the fabric a little higher.
He places a gentle kiss on his eyelids, enjoying such a quiet, fleeting moment.
Then he returns the blindfold to its place, slightly smoothing it.
“Mahito-sensei, are you there?” - can be heard in the distance of the corridors. The students were already waiting for him.
He lets out a quiet chuckle and leaves, closing the door behind him. He didn’t take what he planned, but he’s no longer interested in it.
— Don’t get lost, I’m coming! — Mahito answers his students,
And as his voice slowly disappears into the distance,
Gojo pulls the blindfold off his eyes, covering his reddening cheeks.