Chapter Text
Today is an unlucky day, very unlucky!
“Tsk”
Gojo punched the eyesore wall with enormous momentum, however, all physical and technical moves were neutralized before directly impacting the wall's surface.
Basically, this damn room does not cause any damage, nor does it attack or affect the individuals locked inside. It's possible that this is a technique that trades off attack functions to reinforce a specialized prison with the purpose of trapping powerful sorcerers inside. This is a powerful technique that can be used to hold back enemies for a while.
Why just hold back? Probably because of the only flaw inside the room. Just like the 'curtain' - to be stronger, it must make the 'key' to break the 'curtain' more obvious, so it was only a matter of time before the people in the room broke through this room.
What could be more humorous than a puzzle that is created while the solution is right in front of the challenged person's eyes? The main issue is whether the people trapped in the formula volunteer to solve the puzzle or not.
There was a line of text printed on the wall that looked quite random and unnatural. The 16-year-old boy's face was distorted as if he was looking at something extremely ridiculous. The black-haired boy next to him did not react at all, but just indifferently sheathed his katana in a professional manner.
“What kind of stupid joke is this??”
The white-haired teenager grimaced in disgust when he saw the text with a flashing effect, surrounded by extremely annoying heart-shaped symbols.
“Probably some kind of trap left over from some battle.”
After confirming that conventional methods could not break the wall, Yuta returned to his junior who was screaming and causing a commotion. Gojo clicked his tongue in disgust, being stuck here was already unlucky enough, why the hell was he still stuck with this boring person.
“That's not what I meant, you idiot, it was—that damn writing on the wall!!”
The ocean-colored eyes shifted their focus from the junior's blushing face to the strange writing on the wall, its layout equally strange, as if saying 'read me~'.
Request: “You two cannot leave the room without exchanging a kiss *love*”
The slender eyebrows frowned tightly, trying to decipher each word in the short sentence. Yuta's really not that good at things like puzzles so no matter how you look at it, this sentence can only mean that, right? Yuta squeezed his own cheek while tilting his head thoughtfully.
“Anyway, every method we've come up with has failed, how about we try this?”
The sky-colored eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses that were so wide that they looked like they were about to pop out.
"Huh?? Do you know how to read?? It's a kiss!!”
“What about kissing…? It's just a kiss, right?"
Aghhhhhhhhhh, Gojo really wanted to bang his head against the wall and die. For some reason, the black-haired boy's innocent and unresponsive face made him so angry.
'What?? The idea of kissing GLG Gojo Satoru doesn't make Yuta feel embarrassed or have his heart pounding??'
“Hmm!”
Looking at Gojo's wide eyes behind his glasses and his ridiculously distorted mouth, Yuta knew clearly that the kid was angry but he really didn't understand what was so angry about this. In fact, the conditions to escape the technique were so simple that it made Yuta secretly happy.
‘What is that…you hate kissing me that much, huh…’
Yuta's heart tightened a bit. Even though it was a forced and reluctant kiss, for him 'kissing' was the most precious act of expressing affection. As a child, when Yuta was kissed by his parents, younger sister and older sister Rika-nee before going to bed, he always felt extremely happy. In Yuta's brain: hating kissing someone = not liking that person. Yuta has no knowledge of intimate actions between couples due to his overprotective older sister, so he doesn't have a strong reaction to something like this.
Partly because Yuta has never kissed anyone, he doesn't know how kissing people outside his family will be different.
And the fact that Gojo had a strange reaction to them kissing made Yuta misunderstand that Gojo didn't like him. As for Gojo, he was angry because Yuta didn't have any appropriate reaction and misunderstood that his senior took the kiss between them lightly.
Actually, the relationship between the first year junior and the second year senior is not at the level that can be called hate. Gojo is very interested in the huge amount of cursed energy and super interesting techniques of his upperclassmen. Every time they meet again, Gojo doesn't know what kind of new technique he will be shown, not only because the technique itself is interesting, but because that technique is in Okkotsu Yuta's hands, that's why it's interesting. Every time he saw that huge amount of cursed energy exploding, it made Gojo's heart jump wildly from the overload of electricity.
However...recently, Yuta has been so busy with missions from his superiors that he has abandoned this somewhat over-spoilt kid. And with little understanding of emotions as well as the ability to catch slow waves combined with the uncertainty of adolescence, the gap between them begins to widen in a surprisingly short time.
Subconsciously, Gojo wanted to act tough and somewhat rebellious to attract his senior's attention. As for Yuta, he feels like he should take a step back and not cross the line because Gojo doesn't seem to like him. To put it briefly, Gojo was upset because Yuta refused to play with him, and Yuta misunderstood that his junior didn't like him, so he created distance to make him more comfortable.
No one around them can understand why their relationship has become so strangely complicated.
“Hurry Gojo-kun, we still have a lot to do.”
Gojo is really angry, what's with that kind of indifference? The white-haired boy took off his glasses, stuffed them in his pocket, and then smoothed his bangs back. The fierce eyes and outstanding height of his junior made Yuta startled and took a few steps back.
‘What, what?’
While Yuta was still analyzing Gojo's expression, the junior stepped forward and forced him into a corner. Yuta unconsciously avoided the face that was so handsome that it was dazzling and extremely harmful to the heart, but Gojo's strong hand did not let go and firmly grasped Yuta's chin, raising his confused face to face with wordless dissatisfaction.
"What..?"
Yuta really couldn't understand, just now Gojo was shouting unreasonably, now he had an expression like he was about to devour someone. It is just a kiss, why is Gojo so upset..?
'When he was little, didn't someone kiss him before he slept?'
“Didn't you just say we had to get out quickly?”
The low, somewhat sticky voice made the hair on the back of the special grade sorcerer's neck stand up. The deviation in Yuta's perspective made him panic because another face of his first-year junior suddenly appeared.
It's not a face full of frustration when meeting a weak opponent. Nor was it his extremely childish excited face when he enticed the second year senior to duel with him. So what is this..? Yuta didn't understand, couldn't understand the itchy feeling in his heart that was being dipped in unformed liquid.
"Ah um...that's right..."
Yuta bit his lips lightly. The younger man's angry face radiated a strong dominating aura that made Yuta's knees weak. He almost wanted to collapse before the invisible oppression, almost resentment, deep within the winter sky, which, although cold, was more fragile than glass.
Yuta's uninterested attitude towards this topic was like someone turning on a water valve, releasing the resentful emotions that had been suppressed for months that had been hanging right in front of both of them. Gojo wanted to know everything, why their relationship became cold, why he himself cared if the relationship between him and Yuta changed so much, why was he angry when Yuta showed no interest in the kiss that would happen between them?
'Then I don't care anymore'
Before everything was answered, Gojo bent down while still holding the upperclassman's chin tightly. The smell of shampoo and cool mint perfume covered Yuta's sensitive sense of smell, the oppression was more intense than fighting an opponent with enormous strength...Well the person in front of Yuta is someone with enormous power, what can he say...
But it is certain that since his second year, special grade sorcerer Okkotsu Yuta has never felt this weak against any opponent, even the famous Gojo Satoru. Why was it different this time, was it because they didn't point their curse techniques at each other?
“Gojo–”
The organ emitting vibrations for the purpose of transmitting information is completely blocked by the same organ of the other person in the room. All senses were blocked, the little heart beat so fast it seemed to explode, turning into millions of butterflies flapping their wings to fly away.
'Soft...so a guy's lips can be this soft too'
Gojo thought calmly. I don't understand why, when he mentioned having to kiss his senior, he felt so embarrassed, but at this moment, anger engulfed everything. After all, it wasn't the first time he kissed someone, so why did he show that shameful expression and get angry when Okkotsu-senpai said 'it was just a kiss'.
‘Chu–’
The black haired teen's stomach clenched, overwhelmed by an itchy feeling from the inside out. Worse still, the sudden heat causes vision ahead to blur, and limbs also become weak and helpless. His trembling fingers tried to cling to the piece of his junior's shirt, pulling and pushing, making the flickering electric current even more intense.
“Mmn~”
The two shiny lips soaked in saliva separated for a moment, then immediately reunited to continue crushing each other, no, more like Yuta was crushed unilaterally. Not forgiving his senior for avoiding him, the white-haired teenager easily pried open his weak defensive jaw, slid his tongue into the warm space, licking up every drop of honey that leaked from the inexplicable chemical reaction between two special-grade sorcerers.
“Um–♡”
Before his weak knees fell, Gojo's hand that could almost cover Yuta's waist held him steady, then that shameless junior continued to bully the lost red tongue of the writhing lamb Yuta.
“Gojo-kun..mm ah–”
Gently biting Yuta's noisy red lips, Gojo made his senior jump. Yuta's mind was blurred by the heat, his logical nerves were also paralyzed. Sucking, licking, biting, gently caressing the corners of his lips, there was nothing that Gojo wouldn't try with those lips sweeter than marshmallow right under his claws.
“Fum..”
Lightly, his lips were swollen, crushing everything about the special grade senior, everything from his consciousness to his ability to stand on his own two feet.
‘Eh?’
Ignoring thoughts that even he himself couldn't understand, Gojo nibbled Yuta's poor innocent tongue like a dessert he couldn't get enough of, just like that, then sucked Yuta's lower lip, exchanging saliva between the two bodies, immersing themselves in what was unclear if it could still be called a simple 'kiss' or not.
'Tasty..'
No one knows whether it was accidental or intentional, when the white-haired sorcerer's brain was about to enter an irreversible stage...
“Teng—teng”
‘Clack’
The sound of congratulations rang out, cutting off the vague, sticky air connecting the two tangled, writhing souls. Following that, the strange room also started to disappear, so it seemed like the 'key to get out of this room' was resolved as suggested - a kiss.