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"Um...sensei"
A high-pitched voice that is no less soft and gently scratches the heart always unintentionally fills with favor for this young student.
'Here we go again...'
It's that pleading call again...As a gentle child who cares for those around him more than himself, Yuta rarely makes requests to the white-haired teacher. But every time he wanted to ask Gojo for something, he would make a blushing face, glance sideways, and even hesitate in his tone while calling 'sensei'.
‘Actually, it looks very easy to misunderstand, Yuta-kun’
Gently lifting the blindfold over his forehead, his sharp eyelids curled slightly with interest at the young student's awkward appearance. It looks like a big Persian cat is playing with a poor little mouse, it's really funny.
“What is it, Yuta?”
The way Gojo trailed off at the end of the sentence before toying with the familiar name on the tip of his tongue did nothing to help the poor kid who was busy gathering his entire life's courage. Yuta's fingertips clenched so tightly that they turned white.
“Can..can I–ah–uh..hair–um, ah no, ummm!! Ah-not that..”
‘Ah–Yuta stumbled over his words..Haha..’
A chuckle accidentally slipped from his lips, making the black-haired student frown in displeasure. Yuta snorted.
“Thinking back, it's n-nothing important, I'll go first!”
Unable to hold it in anymore, Gojo laughed out loud while just in time pulling the thin wrist of the sulking boy back. Wiping the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes while breathing heavily from laughing too much, what Gojo received was of course the uncomfortable gaze of the special grade kid.
“Sorry, sorry haha, because Yuta was so cute just now”
'He's like that again...hmn!'
Yuta couldn't stand it every time his teacher used 'flirting' words but didn't pay any attention.
“Come on, Yuta, don't you have something to ask me?”
Remembering the embarrassing request he was about to make, Yuta changed from his angry state to his original awkward state.
'What an interesting expression'
Too nervous to notice his teacher's amused face, Yuta faltered while clutching the hem of his shirt.
“It's not that important..I just wanted to ask–can I touch your h-hair for a bit…?”
“?”
As if the burden of a decade had been relieved, Yuta breathed a sigh of relief and then secretly looked at his teacher's puzzled face.
'Ahhh, as expected I shouldn't have said it...how stupid...'
Before Yuta was so embarrassed that he wanted to melt into sea foam, the taller person slowly bent down, his dreamy white fluffy hair completely within the special grade student's reach. The sea in the bottom of Yuta's eyes lit up, his delicate fingers itched and didn't want to continue lying still.
“Hmm? Is this position uncomfortable?”
Yuta frowned and muttered to himself 'this person really likes to say things that can easily cause misunderstandings'. While the naive person did not understand what the deceitful teacher meant, his wrist was pulled once more.
"Sit down"
Obediently follow his teacher's instructions even though he still doesn't understand anything.
“Okay, hup”
The round blue eyes opened so wide that they wanted to pop out when the teacher's head suddenly fell on his lap
“Sensei??? What are you doing??”
Gojo rubbed his head against his student's thigh, thinking to himself.
'Yuta is so skinny but his thighs have so much meat, ahh so soft, it must be nice to sleep here'
The special grade teacher smiled like a cat. If there was a tail, it was definitely swinging slowly and wrapping around Yuta's thighs.
"Sensei..? Are you tired?"
‘Ah…that sweet tone again’
Gojo was really caught off guard by that call when it was combined with Yuta's soft voice. Oh, he almost forgot the main thing. Gojo turned his head at many angles on Yuta's lap, making the boy both confused and panicked, not knowing what to do.
“Sensei?? Wait-"
Yuta was speechless when his teacher's arms suddenly wrapped around his waist for support.
“Hyah–stop!!”
Because he was so panicked, the boy used his hand to repeatedly pat the head of his 'beloved teacher'.
“Uuu, it hurts, Yuta Yuta don't hit me”
Quickly sitting up while avoiding his student's flailing hands, Gojo felt confused.
“Yuta is really too much, I'm just helping you find a suitable position to touch my hair”
Looking at his teacher with an expression of disbelief, now he is the one at fault here?? Well, Yuta was the one who made the strange request like touching his teacher's hair in the first place but...
“Please don't suddenly grope others…that's harassment…”
Even though he said that, Yuta didn't really feel uncomfortable when his teacher touched him, maybe because he didn't have any bad intentions?
‘Heh…Yuta is surprisingly sensitive…'
Gojo told himself he would remember this small detail. While Yuta still felt strangely hot, Gojo bent down a bit, once again handing his fluffy white hair to the special grade student.
“Now, is this position okay?”
Now that Yuta tells him that there's no need to do this, it's a bit embarrassing since they've already come to this point, so Yuta 'happily' reluctantly reached out and carefully touched his teacher's white hair that was always taken care of.
"Soft…"
Although it's something everyone knows, touching the hair of the most powerful sorcerer in modern times is not something everyone can do. But Yuta didn't seem to think so, the special grade kid was too busy to immerse himself in the wonderland that fit in the palm of his hand. It felt like Yuta's awkwardness just now was just Gojo's imagination.
“Fluffy too..fufu”
Running his hands through the smooth, flowing strands of hair, Yuta felt his heart dipped in sweet candy. Sensei's hair slipped through Yuta's fingers, caressing his pale skin.
“Yuta?”
He felt his neck was a bit tired, but how could this GLG teacher speak up when his lovely student was so happy that he was blooming like this.
“Um…”
Staring at the flowing hair that he rubbed into a crow's nest, Yuta couldn't stand it anymore, buried his face directly there and rubbed it like rubbing a cat's belly.
“Fufu”
The fresh scent of the shampoo invaded the senses of the special grade student, his fleshy cheek pressed against the white crow's nest while a smile could not be erased from the corner of his lips. The glass heart jar is filled with a liquid called happiness.
“Hey hey Yuta, I'm not a cat, okay~?”
But what he say now won't be very effective, right?
“Hah, since I'm the best teacher in the world, I'll let Yuta pat my head.”
Once Yuta pressed his cheek against it, he couldn't stop. The soft, cool, velvety feeling made Yuta's heart heal after his long missions.
“Um..anytime?”
'Oh, this kid knows how to seize opportunities?'
Adjusting his messy hair, the white-haired man smiled happily.
“Of course, just ask anytime you want.”
Seeing the puppy's eyes sparkling like the sea under the sunlight, Gojo also felt a little proud.
“I am truly the best teacher in the world~”