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Lately, Yuuji thinks he's been catching Gojo looking at him. Just long stares that can't really mean much.
Yuuji stares at Gojo too.
Its nothing worth talking about. There's nothing happening. Yuuji is young and impressionable. Gojo is old and shameless.
A crush like this means nothing, right? Gojo knows how youth is. Yuuji knows his time is short and he's content with the fact he will die young while not knowing what a relationship feels like.
Still, they grow closer.
Even closer.
Until...
"Are you a Virgin?"
The movie plays on as Gojo's question lingers in the air. The couch is worn, the material scratchy from many washes, it creaks and sinks as Yuuji and Gojo melt on it. With his legs draped over the side of the couch and Gojo's fingers dancing in his pink strains, Yuuji takes in Gojo's question and blinks at him for a solid minute then nods. "I'm a virgin", Yuuji says, eyes quickly shifting back to the screen. "Why are you asking?"
It's not something Yuuji thinks about a lot; he's ha s bigger problems than that. His hand and imagination is more than enough in fact he's not quite sure what the big deal is about it at all. Though he thinks more and more of his fellow classmates have lost their virginities recently .
"Just thinking", Gojo shrugs, giving Yuuji's pink locks a light ruffle, which pulls his skull in a surprisingly welcomed way."It's a shame you had to become Sukuna's vessel before you got to do all the fun stuff teens usually do. It breaks my heart, really, the youth being wasted like this."
Yuuji rolls the thought over his brain and squints at the screen of his television. Gojo has a point but still. Yuuji's mouth opens and closes a few times because his curiosity can't make up its damn mind. "It wouldn't be right for me to be off doing things like that with Sukuna around, you know?" He decides on answering because that was the safest thing to talk about. He really wants to talk more though; ask Gojo questions and get in his head so he can see just how to stop wanting something that's never going to happen. Yuuji has been told on more than one occasion that he wears his heart on his sleeve. It's scary to think what's become of his sleeve now.
" That's a shame. Do you have someone who you want to lose it to ? If you could I mean. Someone special in that fifteen-year-old heart of yours?"
" Maybe."
Gojo taps his index finger on his own nose, "It's me right?"
Yuuji just answers with a polite laugh but in fact, it's true. It's Gojo. " It is."
Gojo stares.
Yuuji stares back.
Maybe this was not how Gojo had hoped. Maybe Yuuji was meant to deny and kick up a fuss about Gojo being far too old to think like this about his teenage student. Then after a nice laugh, they could playfully toss the topic into the growing pile of awkward situations to never bring up again.
" Me too," Gojo breathes back . "I like you too I mean, if that's what you meant. Unless I'm reading this wrong and getting way ahead of myself then you can just pretend like this conversation didn't happen." Yuuji is biting the skin that clings onto his bottom lip and he's nervous and full of anticipation and there's nothing about this moment Yuuji wants to forget. Even with this dangerous uncharted territory, there's nothing about this moment Yuuji wants to go back and change.
"You're not reading this wrong. I like you. I like you a lot. In fact - I think - yeah. You're the first person I've ever fallen for. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable-" Yuuji rambles on and Gojo, oh Gojo. He kisses Yuuji like he might stop breathing without him. Without thinking too much and going off sheer adrenaline, Yuuji leans up, just a bit further into Gojo's kisses. It makes them laugh, makes Yuuji feel as if they really could have been made for each other. No other explanation how they manage to fit so perfectly despite everything.
And thats how it happen .
They start dating- kinda, well at least in theory. Their relationship hasn't changed much from the dating title it has no w though they keep it hidden. Their age gap is a factor and people wouldn't be very happy finding out Gojo Satoru is messing around with his student who happens to be Sukuna's vessel .
They hold hands , cuddle and maybe exchange a kiss or two but nothing more. Its not much difference from their previous friendship just added body touches . But they were already in a touchy feely friendship beforehand so its not all that drastic of a shift.
The biggest thing is that Yuuji finally understands how overworked his sensei truly is. Even on nights where Yuuji spends the night at Gojo's dorms with promises of movies and popcorn...Gojo ends up working.
Like now Inside Gojo's bedroom , Gojo doing reports in bed, Yuuji laying next to him half asleep. It has been almost two weeks since they started dating and Yuuji hadnt known the extend of how much paper work Gojo did. Just watching him work was making Yuuji exhausted.
At first Gojo had him laying on the couch and tried to cook a nice meal but ended up almost burning the food when Ichicalled and was upset and told him he had till tonight for a bunch of reports. So there Gojo was in his room working while Yuuji clung to him bored and sleepy but didn't wanna sleep till Gojo was down next to him. What would be the point otherwise?
This was supposed to be a date.
Yuuji sighed loudly to try to gain Gojo's attention, which was very rare he tried to do, he hated being selfish but Gojo needed to rest too. Yuuji reached over and touched his arm, "When are you finishing?" He asked. A yawn leaving his mouth before he can cover it.
"Soon..."
Soon turns into an hour than another and Yuuji falls asleep and awakes to him STILL working on those damn reports . That would happen often, Gojo working way past his bedtime, leaving little to no sleep . It's not healthy , but Yuuji also didn't think it was right to try and mother him. But god did he want to do that so bad. The man has no sense of self love for his own body, in fact he practically breaks himself in half just to get everything done and Yuuji hates this. Hates watching him drag on even when it's clear Gojo is going on three day s without sleeping. He needs someone to ground him to keep him aware and present.
"I'm lonely,” Yuuji pouts. Eyes glossy, looking up at Gojo. "Forget about those reports already and cuddle me, please?" He puffs out his cheeks and nuzzles Gojo's thigh. This finally make's the laptop screen shut in a dull slap.
"Fine, I'll call it a night for my lonely Yuuji-kun." Gojo announces as he lays his laptop off on the night table and curls under the covers beside Yuuji's already half sleeping form.
" Thank you.” He mutter before passing out once Gojo has one arm around his middle.
Gojo is soft despite his rough work life. His long limbs are snaked around Yuuji's compact body; the pillow muffles his light breathing, face half buried between silky hair and cool linen. It's a silent night. Only their breaths and the occasional shift of weight echo on the walls of the dark room.
His scent lingers from under the sheets and on the pillow covers and Yuuji finds comfort in that.
***
Gojo returns from a week long mission and lazes on the couch, too tired to move to do anything and falls asleep almost instantly. Yuuji found him like that with his limbs aching across the arm rest of the couch while his feet were almost dangling in the cold air, shoes still on. The sight is disturbing in how worrying it looks, making Yuuji swallow back a huge knot of concern. Instead he went to untie his shoelaces, unbutton his jacket and take off his glasses so Gojo could sleep comfortably. And not once did Gojo stir awake.
Yuuji cooked him dinner and left it wrapped up in the fridge.
That night he receives a few texts from him and his responses were messy, unreadable with little emojis and barely put together sentence. 'Tnx' he reads to his text letting him know he wrapped up dinner in the fridge and when he goes to the next message a long set of messages flood his phone screen:
'Sry abut not Gtting to see u tody i'll make it up to u ok? <33' one of them says while the next one continues, ' Luv U bby i mis you do much and can wait to kss your cute face'
After sending a 'love you' in response he sleeps and dreams of Gojo. Warm hands, plush lips kissing down his sternum and then the space between his thighs where he is aroused.
When he wakes up he's half hard.
He's a teenager and it's normal. Wet dreams about your boyfriend are to be expected, right? Yuuji showers, takes care of his morning arousal before returning to his daily duties.
His relationship hasn't progressed past a kiss on the lips but now after a dream like that he wonders...
What would Gojo look like? No blindfold. No shirt. Only his sinful mouth kissing every exposed crevice of Yuuji. Would he enjoy it? Of course he would, Gojo's shameless. He'd love it. Even as inexperienced as Yuuji he could tell Gojo was... packing.
Though Yuuji had never done anything sexual so honestly he didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. Would something that big even fit in his ass? He would be the bottom in this situation, or at least he assumed so. Not only is Gojo experienced but he seems like a total top. Definitely a top.
The wet dream could have been brought by one too many romance comics where a perky high-school girl would meet her perky and hot senpai. Those situations weren't usually Yuuji's type but lately he couldn't deny that this dynamic was very much like him and his sensei. Sometimes when he's alone in his dorm, he would pick up his manga and compare him and Gojo's relationship to the characters. Maybe that's what had led the dream to turn out how it did; or maybe Yuuji was just curious.
A year ago the thought of him being intimate would have made his stomach crawl. Too young to bother himself with such mature feelings. He looked at some porno magazines sure but he hadn't found anyone he could imagine himself with. Then suddenly Yuuji met Gojo Satoru who changed everything for him.
***
"You like to show off for me," Yuuji observes quietly, voice cutting through the crisp air. He brings up his knees, his head cocked to the side as if he were carefully contemplating the implication of Gojo's destructive nature.
"Is that a problem?" Gojo grins, his outfit appearing black against the blue night.
"If I'm being honest," Yuuji muses, "I think that you being on this mission was complete overkill but," Yuuji stands and dusts himself off. "It was badass to watch."
A couple seconds pass and Yuuji stares into where Gojo's eyes should be, his expression dead serious when he continues. " Try not to destroy another mountain side next time." A request that will certainly not be met.
They walk down a small path made from fallen debris from the demolished cliff that had been occupied with curse spirits mere minutes ago. A bout of purple wiped them out and Yuuji had watched every minute of it.
His sensei's powers are nothing less than beautiful to the naked eye. The way that red and blue appear ever so slightly, the way they come together to make purple. The way his hands move fast but effortlessly as if it's just his nature.
How would those skilled fingers feel dancing along his bare skin?
Yuuji blinks and shakes his head. What is he thinking?!
They down the path, not saying much of anything when Gojo abruptly stops walking and faces Yuuji, his brow slightly furrowed. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, anything."
"Would you still like me if I was a worm?" Gojo asks sincerely and its baffling. But with him, Yuuji doesn't blink in the slightest.
"Yeah sure." There wasn't much to ponder.
”Really? Just like that? You promise?”
”Promise.”
"Not a fun, cute worm mind you but an ugly one that leaves gross slime trails behind him everywhere he goes. Can I still be your boyfriend?"
"Why couldn’t you be?" It's hard to fathom. If Gojo Satoru was reborn as an unlovable, dirty worm, Yuuji would probably carry that ugly worm around on a string, take him home and pamper him with mushy strawberries until his worm gut was full. "I’d still like you because you're you. Even as a worm you would be selfish with that big ego of yours but also sweet; Loving in that carefree way only you can do ." It's said so bluntly it may as well be a love declaration .
"Could you kiss me, as a worm?"
There is no room to doubt.
"I could. Sensei, are you planning on becoming a worm? Is there a cursed technique that turns people into worms? Honestly," Yuuji considers with a hand on his chin, "That sound s like a very powerful technique, the ability to turn people into worms." There's something about the idea that has a sense of ironic beauty in it.
Gojo laughs loud, breaking whatever tension was slowly building in the air and picks Yuuji up by the waist. He twirls Yuuji in the air, twice, before kissing his forehead with a mumble against his skin. Yuuji doesn't quite catch it so he just lets himself melt in Gojo's embrace like always.
Yuuji stares up at him and he can't stop the question from slipping, "So if you were a worm. Would you still like me too?"
Gojo laughs against his neck and whispers. "Of course. Even as a worm."
In the back of the car Gojo and Yuuji sit side by side, holding hands. For them, that's as far as their physical intimacy had progressed. Yuuji understands why, so he doesn't try to ask for more than that. Still though, holding hands has become a thing they've grown rather fond of, with it slowly becoming second nature. While walking or sitting, their hands just naturally intertwine.
Even though their relationship started with the idea of Yuuji losing his virginity, Gojo still insists he has no need to rush him into anything. But right now, his lips burn from every fleeting kiss and he'd be a fool to deny that he wanted more. It's in moments like those when they're alone, with Gojo's larger hand holding his so gently that his body burns.
It doesn't take long for his mind to drift off to more inappropriate situations. His body becomes tense the longer he dwells on that particular subject matter and his mouth suddenly turns dry, thoughts a haze. Even a single kiss on the temple was enough to have Yuuji weak at the knees and in return he had a problem at his disposal, which was pressed tightly to his thigh. He wasn't sure when it happened, if it was before or after they kissed.
Shit.
"You alright?" Gojo asks when Yuuji has been in deep thought a bit too long. All he manages is a nod and a low yeah. Gojo looks out the window of the car that has stopped at the intersection in a row of busy traffic. Yuuji swallows, adjusting hi mself.
It's a long ride back.
***
"You two have been close," Megumi observes from where he sat down, the swing swaying back and forth . They just got finished getting rid of a playground cursed spirit that has been causing kids in the surrounding area to go missing for about six weeks now.
"Hm? Who? Me and sensei?" Yuuji asks . They've been dating for months now; Yuuji really has stopped counting to be honest, but yes they have gotten close. On the outside they seemed nothing more than teacher and student . Only if others looked close enough would they find little glints of love, of smiles, touches they've shared. Even though he can't tell Megumi anything he still answers with an easy going laugh.
"Yes. You've been a special type of close." Megumi swings lightly.
" Maybe...He works hard and never says when he is in need of help even when it's obvious he is so...I dunno I feel like I have to spoil him. Make sure he gets time to actually relax, you know? Is that over stepping my boundaries as his student?" Yuuji digs the toe of his shoes into the playground ground, shifting the dirt.
" Probably." Megumi stops swinging and turns to Yuuji fully. "Sounds like you're pretty fond of Gojo Sensei."
"Eh ?"
" Not to mention Sensei treats you different than the rest of us."
Yuuji swallows, the woodchips making light scraping sound with the move of his shoe. "Does he?" he asks, casual, unworried even when the words feel like a hand wrapping around his neck. His feelings toward his sensei has always been easy to tell in a simple way.
" Yes," Megumi stops swinging and Yuuji stops pretending he doesn't see Megumi's curious expression on him.
A beat.
"We're dating."
Now they both stop everything.
"Dating?" Megumi repeated slowly.
"Keep it a secret, please." It's all Yuuji offers up before pushing his body forward and off from the swing. “I hope you don’t think badly of us.”
”I think you’re both idiots.”
***
"You shouldn't do things like that in public!" Yuuji’s lips are on fire with how quick the kiss had caught him by surprise. His voice raises to the space above him; Yuuji is hiding his face because his heart is pounding in his ears. "What if someone we knew saw?"
Gojo laughs, tilting his head back until the lines of his neck become a pillar of elegant marble. Yuuji would know; he spent time trailing every groove and curve of him. "I'd know If anyone was close. The fun is pretending we can get caught ."
"You're bad for my heart." Yuuji sighs and clings onto Gojo tighter, palms flattening across Gojo's clothed chest. "You owe me ice cream."
Yuuji's heart still races even as he eats his ice cream and even more when Gojo tries to feed him a spoonful and a drop of chocolate falls on Yuuji's chin and Gojo feels the need to lick it.
Yuuji’s heart is not going to last long at this rate. Does Gojo even know what he does to him?