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The sound of shoe soles tapping on the road surface mixed with the sound of cicadas in early summer. The warm afternoon sunlight covered Yuta's thin eyelashes, painting his soft facial features the quiet colors of sunset.
From the dark circles that cannot obscure the delicate light in the ocean-colored eyes, to the plump cheeks that sometimes have a few delicate blushes, and not to mention the stupidly curved corners of his lips, which look absolutely ridiculous. Everything was imprinted on the shiny black sunglasses located on the white-haired boy's straight nose, receiving a complaint that was pushed back down the larynx.
"Annoying.."
The big round puppy eyes blinked lightly in slow motion, towards the white-haired teenager still trapped behind a prism covered with rose bushes and white clouds. The pale pink lips were no longer curled up stupidly, but moved slightly in slow motion.
‘Hoh…’
The eyes behind the glasses narrowed as he stared, Yuta's mouth was really small, every time he ate something he would bite each bite and chew for a long time. Gojo always complains that his junior is slow.
“Senpai! Gojo-senpai?!”
Finally, the senior was temporarily able to escape from the rosy lens that his brain had created without knowing what was wrong.
‘It must be the sunset's fault..’
Gojo felt a bit prickly, wondering if he could personally get rid of Yuta's appearance that made others easily distracted, a manly hand reached out, then suddenly ruffled Yuta's jet black hair until it was messy. Yuta's innocent face was a bit grim at first, but a few seconds later it relaxed into a smiling look that was happier than a child eating hot sweet potatoes in front of a burning fire.
‘This brat..’
“A..haha, senpai..what are you doing?”
Choked laughter as clear as the sound of wind chimes on a summer afternoon, crept into the vast sky, hitting straight into the heart of the arrogant but no less lonely ruler.
'It's really annoying'
This look, this voice, this touch, no matter how much Gojo tries to deny it, it only becomes more and more radiant in the eyes of the secretly infatuated. Just like that, until it destroys the so-called reason that is flickering like a light bulb that needs to be replaced.
Instead of spiky black hair, the white-haired boy's palm had suddenly sunk into the smooth, meaty mochi, completely different from the feeling just now...but they all have one thing in common: they are very addictive. Use both hands to gently press the junior's cheeks, rubbing gently in a circular motion, making Yuta's stupid mouth pucker.
“Mmn…wait–senpai? Please stop playing with my cheeks.”
The delicate eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, Gojo had to admit that this brat's reaction was truly too stupid, indescribably stupid. Yuta's mouth kept saying 'stop' but his cheek kept intentionally burying himself in his senior's palm and rubbing it.
'What does he intend to do?'
The white-haired teenager's mood became more and more deteriorating, time continued to pass, but the floating questions only became more and more uncertain, never finding a destination.
‘It's not fair..why am I the only one who has to endure this feeling..’
The feeling of resignation clashing with his competitive nature ignited a bright chemical fire, penetrating even the black glass of young master Satoru's expensive sunglasses. Enough is enough…
"Bon appetit"
Facing the bewildered look of the innocent little sheep, Satoru's mouth opened wide to reveal bright white teeth. Following the overflowing reaction, Satoru bent down and bit into the still steaming white dumpling, neither too strong nor too light, but at least he received a scream of terror from the helpless sheep.
‘Not bad…~’
The damp breath left, leaving a mark even clearer than during the day along with the bewildered face of the poor junior who had just been cruelly bullied by the white wolf. The villain even shamelessly licked lightly, sipping the warm flavor that lingered on the corner of his lips. At the same time, proudly enjoy Yuta's innocent feelings as he gradually enters a new horizon.
“Eh..ah? eh??”
The pale skin on his face suddenly became hot, the tingling feeling in the place where he had just been bitten made the teenage boy's heart beat almost overload. Yuta's mouth opened wide but could not utter any coherent sentence, he just mumbled stupidly, his hands were waving wildly, making Gojo feel funny.
“Did the cat eat your tongue?”
Not in the mood to react to his senior's teasing tone, Yuta was so flustered that he was speechless.
“Ah—hah?? Senpai?? W-why w-w-whyO???”
Actually, the senior's actions that are both intimate and strange have no logic at all?? After all, what's the point of doing that?? But this is Gojo-senpai, the person who sometimes gently pats Yuta's head or pinches his cheek without warning, so being bitten by him isn't incomprehensible, right?
No! It's really super strange, who would suddenly bite his junior's cheek!
'Fufu, Yuta's brain is about to explode, I don't know why I feel so refreshed'
The cat's eyes narrowed happily, showing that the white-haired senior's mood had become much better. Faced with the ridiculously confused eyes of his white-shirted junior, Gojo used his sleeve to gently rub his white cheek that still had a mark on it to wipe away the remaining saliva.
Then the corners of the white wolf's eyes curved up viciously, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the smooth skin.
“Now we both have to endure this strange pain in our chests, junior.”
Yuta's sea-colored eyes blinked at a frequency of 10 times per second, he was speechless at the answer that only made the matter more and more mysterious. Before he could ask further, the white-haired senior continued walking, causing the black-haired boy following him to try very hard to keep up with the alien's long legs and stride.
‘Hah…senpai is really…’
Even though he couldn't understand what strange joke the white-haired senior started in his head, Yuta could only swallow his confusion down his throat without being able to do anything. Although he was very frustrated, when he saw Satoru's gloating face instead of the grimace like just now, Yuta felt a feeling of relief in his heart...
‘If Gojo-senpai's mood has improved then… never mind’
Even though he is younger than Satoru, anyone can feel that Yuta sometimes indulges and pampers this senior a bit more than necessary. Ah... what a youth, so good.