The people of Tokyo move by your window in an abstract blast of colour. Blue, pink, green, red and violet. They all blend and twist together like inside a kaleidoscope, more and more illegible as the accelerator gets pressed a little harder. Coffee cream that melts and sinks into dark chocolate waves when stirred, just before sliding down the interior walls of your mug. It seemed better to concentrate on colours than on the explosion of white by your side, pacifying.

Gojo looks more like an untouched canvas to you, immaculate and fresh from the store. A blinding apparition in its unstained complexion, chalky across its outline. Like an aura that no lesser being is to bear, or touch, or even perceive. You keep your eyes averted in self-preservation.

You aren't used to these bed sheets. The fabric has this puzzling scent about it, somewhat claustrophobic, somewhat suffocating, that unsettles you a litttle. It's hard because it's new.

But you don't mind new. Truth be told, curiosity winds up to overcome whatever gruelling bloodsucker is to be unchained by diffidence. It's admittedly your fascination that keeps you in place; in this bed, in these sheets, with these long pale arms wrapped around your torso so tightly, as if you are going to fly away if he doesn't hold as so.

It is only when you feel a shift of the warmth next to you, that you finally look at your lover. He moves slowly, barely, just opening an eye to gaze at the surroundings. Your hands gently find their way into those, now familiar, silver locks still enjoying them as much as you did the first time you touched them.

"Good morning, Gojo-san." You whisper so quietly, holding the warm cup in your other hand. The eye follows the source of the noise and it finally lends on your face. It sees eveything. From your chin to your cheeks, smile, nose, those wine eyes he fell in love with. The eye closes in peacefulness. Simply enjoying the moment.

Wait.

Wait...

Wait... What?

This time it opens faster, looking directly at your face. In return your head tilts a little bit, blinking away the confusion your lover is giving you. He keeps starring at you, not saying anything.

...

A sudden jump makes the cup that was in your hand finish shattered on the new floor, followed by your shriek. "Gojo-san!" Gojo's big hands are holding your face, specifically your cheeks, and his mouth stands opened as he continues to stare. Then all of a sudden his eyes seem to water a little bit and he brings your face closer.

"Ahhhh... They are so cuteee... I've missed them so muchhh... Don't do this to me again!" He starts to nag as his thumb gently caresses the area under your eyes. Confused, you only stay in place, letting him grieve on whatever he seems to be so upset about. The words keep on going, without stopping. From incoherent sounds to words of sadness, you name it. It came to a point where you just had to ask.

"What are you talking about?"

In response he shuts up and cintinues to stare. Neither of you said anything. Although you didn't mind it. The warmth coming from Gojo's hands relaxed you in a way that you couldn't describe. Just as quick your lover's face gently leaned forward and with those shiny plump lips, he kisses your, now, closed eye.

Only then does it appear to you. The sound of giggles fills the room as Gojo's lips keep finding any place on your face that they haven't touched. As a cherry on top their final destination results in a kiss on the lips.

He moves so quickly you can barely keep track. His hands close around your waist, carefully lift you up, and a second later you're body is pressed against his. The height difference between you is rather noticeable but...

It's the best kiss of your life. No: it's he best kiss in the world. Because of the way he presses a hand into your shoulder blade to arch you into him. Because it starts slow, just his mouth on yours, and stays like that for a while.

You open your arms and let yourself enjoy his pressence. "Aw, my poor little Y/n-chan...", he cooed, kissing your face.

"What's up with that?" you grumbled, but did not move away from him or tell him to stop kissing you. His face, only for a few inches, backs off and sternly gazes at you.

"Ah sorry..."

Gojo groans in annoyance. "You do that too much -- apologize even when I'm just kidding around. Don't take everything I say or do so seriously! You're allowed to be a little more self-centered, you know. You do enough for others. Demand a little more for yourself."

"I'm not good at demanding things..."

He gives you a one sided grin. "I know, but that's why you've got me right?" I can demand it for you. So, complicated feelings and ignoring that this may be the opening chapter to a tragic scene, what do you want? If there were no strings and no reprecussions, and I could give you anything within my power to give you that your heart desires, what would you ask for?" He gestures to you with the open palm of his hand, inviting you to ask.

Well, there is something you've wanted for quite a while. Aside from the obvious "spend time with Gojo-san" area, you decide it's a good a place as it to start. "uhm, there is something... You won't laugh at me?"

"Not unless you want me to. We are having a very serious moment here after all." Gojo replies with a warm smile.

"Alright. Well, I'd like to...just sit in... on your lap and hug you?" You say, trying not to feel silly for even asking it. He did say anything.

"Okay, I'm not going to laugh but you are just too fricking cute you know that?" His grin shows that he is far, far too happy with your request. You're pretty sure you're blushing up to your ears. "Is that a yes?"

"That is most definitely a yes. Probably the most innocent, adorable and sweet request I've ever had." He replies and leans back against the bed, drawing his legs closer together than his normal extremely wide sitting stance, patting his thighs in clear invitation. "And I'll do my best not to molest you while you're there. But I gotta say you being adorable like this really tests my limits..."

You slide the blanket off your body, leaving you in an oversized shirt and shorts. For a moment you're not exactly sure how to get into the position you want, but he offers his hand out and you take it, moving until your legs are to one side of him and your ass rests on the top of his thighs, bracing yourself with a hand on either of his firm shoulders.

His hands rests on the tops of your hips, and this is by far the most intimate you've ever been with him. It's not a lot, but it does cross the line you two have established since you've known each other. Gojo grins at you and tilts his head to one side. "I'm ready for my hug." He says, wiggling his eyebrows with enough suggestive exaggeration.

"You're an idiot." You laugh out loud, as though it's some term of endearment. Slowly leaning in and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek against the side of his neck. Your instincts kick in and you take a long breath in through your nose, sighing contently at the smell of him, with just a hint of ozone that feels so much like home, a safe warm feeling flooding out, fighting off most of your objections and nerves.

It is Gojo-san after all. You know him, you trust him. He won't hurt you...

He presses his lips briefly to your temple, then wraps his arms around you as well. "Mmm, alright I admit this is nice. I can't remember the last time I had a hug like this."

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." You admit, speaking so quietly since your lips are nearly at his ear.

Exhaling slowly, you can feel the movement as he does so, and feel the breath leave his lips next to your head. "Sometimes I forget how small you are!" Gojo says energetically, abruptly changing gears as one of his arms around you snakes upwards until his hand is around the back of your neck. His grip is firm, but not uncomfortable, and his fingers are able to touch at the front of your neck dramatically highlighting the size difference in your builds.

"Damn, I didn't need to realize that. But do you know Y/n-chan... How hot that is?"

You can't help but blush against his neck. Nobody ever talked to you like this before... "I thought you said you'd do your best not to molest me."

"Hey now, this is pretty tame considering. You have no idea the thoughts I'm having about you right now. Wait just a second." Gojo uses his other hand at your hip to reposition you in his lap, and there's a very obvious something pushing against your ass in his lap now. "I take that back, maybe you do."

Your heart flutters from his efforts, and you gasp in bewilderness tinged with a little bit of need against his skin. "You're impossible."

"I know." He says happily, as though you just complimented him instead.

You take advantage of his currently relaxed state to run your hands up and down his back and shoulders. You're in good shape but let's be honest, you're no Gojo-san. The man has a build that classic sculptures would have wanted to depict in stone. It's a bit easier to find your confidence when you feel like he's not staring a hole through you behind those eyes, and being securely pressed against him definitely helps.

Gojo's hand at the back of your neck wanders up, running his long fingers lazily through your hair, mirroring your movement to some extent. You can't help but arch back and press your head against his palm as he does. "You are really, really making it difficult for me to hold back, you know?"

You nuzzle your lips against Gojo's ear, not in a kiss so much as you're teasing him a little bit on purpose. You giggle a bit at that, only partially from your nervousness. "Really. Shocking news."

"So tell me," He says, pausing to breathe heavily into your ear, "Just how much are you enjoying this?"

You gasp helplessly and bury your face against his neck in response, feeling ashamed of the answer. Too much. Too much without having had any direct contact anywhere yet. You're so embarrassingly happy, and you know he knew that before he asked from his tone.

"Aww too shy? Too much? That's alright we'll work on that." Gojo laughs and snuggles against you in some form of reassurance.

You huff a bit in pretend annoyance. "When you say stuff like that I can't think straight."

Gojo hums happily at your response, his hand at your waist sneaks under the back of your shirt, tracing his fingers up along the bare skin of your spine. His touch is feather light and gentle, and you shudder and cling to him, not wanting him to know just how much he is affecting you.

"Ah see, that's the fun of things. You just let me take charge. We learn more about each other, things you want to try, things you don't have an interest in but are open to trying, and then stuff that's just a hard no. And then it's like a candy shop for me. I'll pick and choose what I want, or what I think you need, based on what you put on the menu." He says.

"I'm not even sure what I like yet. Most of my memories have been pretty tame. I haven't really... explored that much. I'm pretty uh, clueless I guess."

"That's fine, perfect even. It means I get to have fun learning that with you. I actually may have prepared for this exact situation." Gojo says.

"Of course you have." You say, huffing a little bit at the knowledge that he's so prepared and you're so out of your depth.

"Of course I have! What kind of sensei would I be if I wasn't prepared to help you learn everything your twisted little heart desires. And speaking of desires..." Gojo says mischievously.

Gojo clearly sees your discomfort at him playing around with your skin, and he grins deviously at you.

"You have the most adorable expressions when you get flustered! You know, because of you I had to start mental preparations shortly before I'd see you, just to take the edge off so I wouldn't lose my cool and kidnap you or something. Especially any time we did any physical training. Keeping my interactions limited to the scope of instructing you was a minute to minute fight at times I really thought I'd lose." Gojo says with a straight face, completely devoid of the appropriate level of shame for this topic.

"That's super disturbing Gojo-san..." You sigh heavily, feeling like you're reminding him of something he knows but chooses not to give a damn about. Like most taboos, traditions, and he often ignores.

For some reason you feel really unsteady and drained. It's a lot to process, and you're definitely feeling a lot of really intense emotions all at once. You haven't even dressed for the day or had breakfast on top of all of that. "Can I have another hug then?"

"Of course. I'd move heaven and earth for you." Gojo says and you once again close the gap, wrapping your arms around him as you tuck yourself face first into his shirt, inhaling deeply. Gojo smells so much like home and comfort, even if this conversation gave you fireworks in your heart. "You know if I'm offering you the world and you only ask for hugs, we're gonna have to get you to raise your standards."

"Not just any hugs, Gojo's hugs." You murmur into his chest. He chuckles warmly and you can hear the sounds form in his chest. Hear him breathe, hear his still very human heart beat.

Gojo clears his throat, "You're really testing my limits today! So cute and sweet, making me want to devour you even more. Are you doing it on purpose?"

You giggle against his chest, ignoring the pins and needles up your spine at his comment, "Maybe a little."

"Oh you bad, bad girl." Gojo growls out with approval, placing a gentle peck on your forehead.

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you roll your eyes a bit at him. "That doesn't sound funny."

"Oh, it very much is! Once you get used to the nicknames - Mentally you may never fully be the same." He says wistfully, as though describing a relaxing vacation you might take with him. One of his hands leaves your hip and starts rubbing your back, almost like a massage. You're probably radiating nervous energy but at least Gojo doesn't seem to mind, or seem to be put off by it.

"I have a feeling I'm never going to be the same in general." You say, and it comes out sounding sadder than you intended.

"Mmm yea, but for the better." Gojo says, no longer able to contain himself as both of his large hands drift to kneading and palming the curves of your ass. He's doing it with enough force that he's rocking you against him, ever so slightly. It seemed today, for the first time, you were open to new experiences. But all of this hasn't helped your overbeating heartbeat.

"Why me?" You blurt out suddenly, as if that's your only remaining objection at this point. "I mean, you could have-"

Gojo leans in, nose to nose with you, cutting you off. "You're perfect."

His eyes are an unbearable blue inferno, soft blues driving you down like unforgiving waves and you close your eyes to escape it.

"I'm really not." You say, thinking of every physical and personality flaw you believe yourself to have.

"You are. Completely perfect - perfect for me, perfectly hot, perfect in general, just perfect. I'm going to keep saying it because every time I do, you turn a deeper shade of red."

You bury your very red face against his neck and shoulder, "You're so mean to me." You say jokingly, knowing he's only going to be worse after this.

"So very mean. I'm going to start with something so mind-blowingly evil - I may just have to turn myself in." Gojo pulls you back upright, tilting your face up to place a kiss on your chin. "Repeat after me - I am perfect."

"Gojo-san is perfect." You say with a giggle, and he smacks you roughly on your ass without warning. It's hard enough that it stings, and the unexpected and sudden shock of it knocks the wind out of you.

Your eyes go wide in shock, and his blue eyes fix you with a cold, dehumanizing glare. His words cut through with an equally harsh chill, "Let's try that again."

"I'm... I am perfect." You stammer, eager to comply and not just from the pain. His disappointment stings deeper.

"I won't disagree with Gojo-sensei when he compliments me." Gojo says, his expression deadly serious.

"I won't disagree with Gojo-sensei when he compliments me." You parrot his words back to him, feeling a bit childish. As you do, his hand that struck you so suddenly only a minute ago grabs and rubs your still stinging flesh, massaging his strong fingers into the heated skin. Your eyes are watering a bit, and you tell yourself it's from the pain.

"I will always tell Gojo-sensei the truth, and will always answer his questions honestly - even if I think it's not what he wants to hear." He continues, voice hard and even - despite a smile that tugs rebelliously at the corners of his mouth. Where your body is pressed against his, you can feel something begin to rather insistently push against your ass in his lap.

You repeat his words again as requested, having trouble looking him in the eye but also completely unable to look away. Your voice breaks a little as you get the words out, vocal cords trembling around the sounds as they leave your throat.

"Because I belong to Gojo-sensei now." He finishes, breaking into a sly smile as he looks at you with a fond, warm look you've never seen in his eyes before.

"Because I belong to Gojo-sensei now." You echo back, breathlessly.

"That's my girl." Gojo says, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Did you like that smack?"

"I-I don't know." You murmur on autopilot. Your skin is still throbbing where he struck you.

"That's okay! And for the record, I already knew you'd say that. Now..." Gojo pauses for emphasis, grabbing your face in an unforgiving, vice like grip. "Ready to make a wish come true for sensei?"

You nod to agree in his grip, even as you feel your eyes stinging a bit more in response. You're not sure you've ever wanted anything so badly yet been so terrified at the same time.

Gojo runs his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyes half lidded as he leans in, breathing his words across your own suddenly dry lips, "Having difficulty with your words?"

"Yes." You manage to squeak out, wondering when your body became so warm and the air in here so cold.

As Gojo's hands slyly continue their way closer to your sensitive parts, that's when it all became too much for you. In a second, you were gone from his arms and left Gojo completely and utterly astonished.

A loud thud echoes from the bathroom, making Gojo jump from the bed and run to the bathroom door. Without hesitation, with just a twist of the doorknob, he opens the door and sees your flustered self hiding under the sink, crying.

However, instead of showing concern, Gojo's face is filled with uknown excitement.

"Y/n... Did you just... Teleport?"

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AANDDD DONEEEE!!!!

Any of you left alive?? Remember me??

Well I shall anounce my return!!!

Thank you soooo much for reading this new chapter of mineeeee!!

For the first time, I've tried exploring a little bit of skinship that lacks in this fanfic and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!!

Kinda late now so Imma go to sleep!

Love you all darlings

~Roz