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The first time, it was curiosity.
Fushiguro Toji didn’t like teaching. At least, not the concept of it. He definitely didn’t like any part of being dragged back into the Jujutsu world and he definitely didn’t like how frequently he ended up having to see Gojo Satoru at the school.
Why Gojo would trust a man who nearly cut his head off enough to petition to make him a teacher at the technical college was completely beyond Toji’s comprehension, but the worst part was that Gojo could just… do that. ‘Petition’ was just a polite term; he could make the world bend to his will. If Gojo Satoru wanted the scum of the Zen’in family to be a teacher, it may as well be an emperor’s decree. In a way, Gojo was protecting him. What a fucking brat.
Toji half wondered if he should have just let the Gojo brat kill him, instead of heal him. As part of the deal Gojo had made with him in exchange for 'the healz, with a z' as Gojo had called it smugly, Toji had to be a teacher, but did live pretty unbothered, for the most part.
The terms of the deal were simple, on paper.
“I want the Inverted Spear so I can destroy it. No more stabby-stabs, 'kay? And I want you, at the school, to be a teacher with me after I graduate. I think I can make that happen.” There were literal holes in Toji’s body as Gojo ticked fingers off and counted off his demands. Toji swore Gojo had asked for his final words, but of course the brat didn’t know how to shut up. “Oh, and no more of this Sorc Killer stuff, yeah? You can’t hurt any of the kids or sorcerers. I’ll give you a list of names! With pictures, of course.”
In exchange, Gojo would let him live, and more importantly, keep Megumi from being sold off to the Zen’in. It was unspoken that if Toji should do anything that should break their arrangement, Gojo would most likely kill him, meaning Megumi would be sold to his shitty family, and Tsumiki would go into the children support association because the Zen’in definitely would not take her in. Megumi adored his step-sister, and Toji could only imagine the ways in which the Zen'in would try to break the boy. Toji hated the Zen’in and quite liked living, so he had no choice but to accept these terms and mumble out an agreement before Gojo waved a hand and healed him, victorious.
It had been a process to get Toji installed at the technical college, but it did have its perks. True to his word, none of the Zen’in came near him, Megumi, or his step-daughter. They had to live on campus ("So I can keep an eye on you," Gojo said cheerfully), but the house wasn’t too bad - a little small, but cozy and a hell of a lot better than the shithole they’d been cooped up in before. He also had unfettered(ish) access to a few of the school’s cursed tools (“For class purposes only,” Gojo reminded him). Tsumiki and Megumi would be going to normie school until they were of age to attend the technical college. Toji’s stupid teacher paycheck was also more than enough for him and the kids to have a hot meal every night and for him to get them anything they needed.
Toji was dreading the fall semester. He didn't like his own time as a student at the college, remembering the nasty looks from his family and fellow students alike, and had been expecting the same treatment as a teacher, especially as someone that had almost killed the Star Plasma Vessel and two Special Grade sorcs.
“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Gojo had said cheerfully on Toji’s first day, after having introduced him to a group of second years as ‘Daddy-sensei’ and Toji wanted to stab him all over again.
But the other teachers stayed out of his way, and the students didn’t seem too bad. Toji had to admit (begrudgingly, and with much malice towards Gojo) that he actually liked seeing the kids improve in combat. He sparred with them and taught them about the properties of and how to care for cursed tools and the kids listened intently, and didn't think Toji's worm curse was gross whenever it spat up a tool for class.
When he'd brought Megumi and Tsumiki to class because normie school was closed one day, Megumi, seeing the worm for the first time, had named it Uiguru - fucking, Wiggle, for fuck's sake - and Toji could not physically find it in his heart to hate it, and he really tried to hate it. The other students loved it too and often said hello to it when greeting Toji. Even the damn worm seemed happy, and leaned into the pets that the younger students gave it, making strangled, but delighted, sounding noises whenever the kids came around.
Alright, fine. Toji fucking loved teaching - the practice of it - giving to these kids the tools to survive. But what he didn’t want was to give the Gojo brat the satisfaction of being right. Teaching was kinda fun. As much as he hated to admit it, Toji lived a decent life now. A peaceful life; a life he wasn’t used to, one he never thought he could ever deserve.
Gojo himself was the actual biggest bother of Toji’s new life. He had been oddly forgiving of the fact that Toji had ripped him open from jugular to hip, always cheerful and touchy whenever he saw Toji at school.
Well. Forgiving probably wasn’t the right word. Neither was touchy. Infinity was proof of that.
Gojo just stopped being afraid of Toji, as though Toji were some rabid dog that had been domesticated. And that really pissed him off, especially because it had started to feel true. He could feel himself growing soft, losing his edge — the edge that kept him alive and made him a threat. He didn’t like that and he wasn't going to let go of that just yet.
Tonight though, he wanted a break from Jujutsu bullshit. Between almost dying, becoming a teacher, and trying to take care of the kids, he was loath to admit that he hadn’t gotten laid in what felt like ages. So after putting Megumi and Tsumiki to bed one Saturday night, he decided to go to put his hard-earned paycheck to use and headed out to the city to blow off some steam.
The bar wasn’t a place he’d usually frequent; dimmed lights, candles on the table, a live jazz duo filling the bar with pleasant, quiet ambience. Toji usually preferred shitty rundown bars that looked like they probably had a health code violation or two, but he figured that he could afford to get a glass of whiskey that didn’t taste like horse piss. This bar was half decent, just outside of Tokyo in Bunkyou, and perfect for finding a quick, easy fuck to forget about that stupid brat’s too-blue eyes and too-pretty smile.
But it seemed the universe had other plans.
He was seated alone in the corner, his usual position in any given room so he could see all the entrances, a few glasses of whiskey in, when the front door opened and who other than Gojo and his friends came sauntering in.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Toji mumbled into his glass.
This clearly had not been the group’s first stop of the night. They had probably been drinking convenience store liquor since none of them were of the legal drinking age. Gojo was giggling and flushed pink to the tip of his ears, a lanky arm slung over the shoulder of the fox eyed guy that always hung around with him. The healer girl reeked of cigarettes – Toji could literally smell it from across the entire room – and she plopped herself down at the bar, helping Gojo get into a seat next to her.
For once, Toji was grateful for his Heavenly Restriction; none of those brats could sense him so he could continue to drink here in peace. He knew could just leave. He could just find another bar. But fuck, he got here first. It was a matter of principle.
—
Principles be damned. If he had to overhear the brat shriek about how much he loved cotton candy one more time, Toji was going to go insane. He left the bar after another drink, sliding out the back door with a nice buzz after leaving cash on the table. The air was brisk, and the walk back home would be nice, at least. Maybe he could find another bar to hit up on the way back. The Gojo brat shouldn’t have been able to follow him.
The universe had it out for him tonight.
Toji let out a heavy sigh. “Keep following me, brat, and I will kill you this time,” he grunted into the darkness.
“Whaaaat? What are you talking about? I’m not following you,” said a voice from somewhere above him, and Toji grunted. Yeah, of course Gojo was floating around up there somewhere. Toji may not be able to see cursed energy, but there was something about Gojo’s infinity, a static in the air, a dull thrumming in Toji’s ears, that was immediately recognizable. Not to mention that Gojo always reeked of processed sugar and chocolate. On a clear night, Toji could pick up on his scent at least a half kilo away, like the petrichor before a storm.
The brat piped up again. “And anyway, you were the one following me!”
“The fuck? Why would I follow you? Aren't you the one 'keeping an eye' on me?”
Toji heard the sound of shingles shattering as Gojo seemed to trip, and a quiet ‘oh, fuck me’, before Gojo was hopping off a low rooftop to join him on the street, walking beside him with his hands shoved in the pockets of his too-tight jeans. This close, Toji could feel the invisible hum of Infinity making the hairs stand on his arm.
Gojo looked at him through dark glasses. “Why else were you drinking near my house? I told you the other day I have a place in Bunkyou!”
Ah shit. That’s probably why he thought of coming here. The brat lived around here. Fuck. He vaguely remembered Gojo blabbering about some restaurants in Bunkyou that his friends wanted to try. “How was I supposed to know that?”
“Because I’ve told you so many times,” Gojo whined, his glossy lip already jutting out in a pout. “Do you even listen when I talk to you, Fushiguro-sensei?”
“No, and don’t call me sensei,” Toji grunted as though that were supposed to be obvious, never willing to admit that he maybe sometimes listened to the brat, even when he was trying not to listen. It wasn’t Toji’s fault that Gojo’s voice was so piercing and whiny and made his cock twitch. The last thing he wanted was to be popping boners at school.
“But your students call you sensei.”
“You’re not one of them,” Toji said flatly. “Now will you fuck off?”
“Nyo,” Gojo mewled brightly, grinning as though he had won. He looped his arm through Toji’s before Toji could stop him, no Infinity between them. He tried to shake him, but Gojo’s grip was an iron vice. “Take me home, Daddy!”
Toji nearly choked on his own spit. “For fuck’s sake, brat. How many drinks did you have?” he asked with a scowl, pausing in his step to eye Gojo out. He was swaying on his feet, leaning hard against Toji as though he would topple over without support.
“Three!” Gojo held up the appropriate fingers, grinning ear to ear.
“Bullshit, how are you so wasted?” Toji asked incredulously and snatched his jaw with ease, tilting his head to see his glassy blue eyes. The brat was gone.
“Mm, ya worried about me?” Gojo cooed.
Toji pried Gojo’s arm off him. “Teleport back to your friends before you do something you regret.”
“Oh, please, Fushiguro-san. We don’t need to play these games. I see how you look at me,” Gojo said, batting his frosted lashes up at Toji, looping his arms around Toji’s neck instead.
Toji raised an eyebrow, the rest of his body unmoving. “Yeah? And how’s that?”
“Like you wanna kill me. Like you hate me and wanna hurt me,” Gojo purred sweetly, tilting his chin up and licking his lips. “It’s so fucking sexy.”
Toji scoffed. “You’re seriously fucked up, kid.”
“Ohhh, come on, Toji, live a little!” Gojo slurred. Toji’s chest clenched at the use of his first name. No one called him by his first name any more. “I’m an adult now and I’m so pretty. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought of fucking me.”
While he hated how arrogant Gojo was being, what he hated more was the fact that Gojo was right. He had filled out a little since graduating, but he was still all long lines and pale skin, so yeah, fine, maybe Toji’s thought about it a few times, maybe he’s jerked off to the thought of wrecking the little twink, but he wasn’t going to give the brat the satisfaction.
Though, he had been looking for a quick easy fuck and he was curious now. “You’re drunk.”
“That wasn’t a no,” Gojo chastised, closing the distance between them, his breath ghosting hot on Toji’s lips. He smelled like cheap beer, but his words were clear. “C’mon, I can handle you.”
“In a fight, sure,” Toji agreed, as Gojo eyed the scar at the corner of his mouth. Toji suddenly wanted to bite him. “But fighting and fucking are two very different battlefields, brat. If you don’t know the difference, you’re better off running on home,” he said with a scoff. He felt Gojo shiver as he added, “Besides, I’d tear you apart.”
Gojo’s eyes were electric. Much like Toji, nothing lit Gojo up like a challenge. “Try me, old man.”
Toji wound his hands in the collar of Gojo’s shirt and slammed him up against the side of a building so quickly it knocked the wind out of his lungs. Before he could protest, Toji crushed their lips together, no Infinity to stop him. Gojo’s lips were soft and warm and he tasted like beer and cotton candy lip gloss, immediately opening his mouth to kiss back hard. The brat even had the audacity to moan into his mouth as Toji twisted their tongues together, licking into his mouth.
Gojo licked and nipped at the scar at the corner of Toji’s mouth as one of his hands came up to cup Toji’s face, the other pulling Toji’s body flush against his own. Toji pushed his thigh between Gojo’s legs, nudging his cock and Gojo gasped slightly, rolling his hips to rut once against Toji, sighing at the friction.
They kissed again, Toji crowding into Gojo’s space and pressing him against the wall so hard he could feel Gojo’s heart thumping in his chest. He pulled back, Gojo’s breath hot against his lips as he fought to catch his breath, his cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink. Toji smirked. “Where to, brat?”
—
For all the shit Gojo talked, it didn’t take long for him to be naked, gasping and clutching at the cheap love hotel sheets with two of Toji’s thick fingers knuckle deep inside him.
When they first got the room, Toji had taken off his shirt and let the brat sit on his lap and run long fingers over his chest and arms, admiring his brawn. He was scarred over his chest and left arm, where Gojo had blown him open and healed him, and Gojo peppered light kisses over his rough skin. Toji had let Gojo kiss him, swirl their tongues together, nip at the scar on the corner of Toji’s mouth. He could feel Gojo hard in his pants, rolling their hips together for friction while Toji sucked a love bite right by his Adam’s apple.
Gojo had tried to put up a tough front, but once Toji sucked purple bruises into his neck and chest, bit and laved his tongue over pink nipples, the brat was practically shaking, pliant as putty in Toji’s calloused hands.
Infinity made the brat touch-starved, Toji realized as Gojo trembled with every touch, until Toji had peeled off all his clothes and reduced him to a panting, wanting mess. Toji had no idea how long he’d been fingering the man, the breathy sounds from Gojo striking hot in his groin as Gojo fell to pieces in his hands. Gojo might have been easy, but he was fascinating, the way he reacted to every small ministration of Toji’s hands like he was desperate for it. He had never been with someone so sensitive and took his sweet time touching and tasting.
Gojo looked fucking delectable now, hair mussed, chest flushed pink, his hole and inner thighs messy with lube. His skin was soft, unmarred with scars, unlike Toji’s own, and Toji traced tongue down a hard line from where he had dragged the Inverted Spear through his throat, down to his hip. Gojo let out a breathless moan at the motion, knowing exactly what Toji was doing, his cock twitching. Fuck. Toji licked his lips, spreading Gojo’s legs wider and pulling him down the bed to wrap a leg around his hip. Gojo’s cock was hard, smearing precum on his stomach as he greedily fucked down on Toji’s fingers.
“Feelin’ good?” Toji grunted with a smirk, scissoring his fingers inside Gojo, stretching his hole wide. Gojo could only moan in response, bringing a hand down to rub his dick, but Toji slapped his hand away.
Gojo just whined, all achy and needy, the sound going straight to Toji’s cock. “‘M ready for you,” he slurred, bringing his hips down hard over Toji’s fingers, impossibly tight and full. “Fuck me, just fuck me—“
Toji inserted a third thick finger and Gojo keened, arching his back off the bed at the new pressure. “Mmhmm,” Toji hummed, bringing one hand to massage his own cock over his boxers in time with his fingers in Gojo’s hole. “Think you’re ready for me, fuckin’ brat?”
Toji punctuated his question with a twist of his fingers and pressed against a bundle of nerves and Gojo cried out. His hand flew down to wrap around Toji’s wrist as if to still him, but he continued rolling down into his fingers, writhing as Toji brushed against that spot over and over and over.
Gojo was breathless and teary eyed by the time Toji removed his fingers and pulled his boxers down just low enough to free his aching cock. He poured lube on himself, quirking an eyebrow at how Gojo was practically drooling at the sight of his cock, red and thick and veiny.
“S-so big, fuck,” Gojo moaned, reaching down and slipping his fingers around Toji’s cockhead, licking his lips as he stroked Toji and watched himself do it. Toji let him, keeping his hand at the base of his dick, Gojo giving him a messy little rub, guiding the tip to his hole. “S’not gonna fit, Daddy.”
“It’ll fit,” Toji assured him, admiring the way the brat was nearly crazed, even though he hadn’t even put it in. He peeled off his boxers, tossing the cheap fabric to the floor. “Fill you up real nice. Ya want it now?”
Toji lined up the fat head of his cock against Gojo’s waiting hole, and without waiting for an answer, pressed all at once, pulling Gojo’s body down his cock at the same time til his hips slammed flush against Gojo’s ass. Gojo cried out, stuffed full, body tensing as Toji rotated his hips achingly slowly, stretching Gojo even more as the younger man got used to his size.
Gojo’s insides were hot and soft and wet and fucking perfect; Toji tilted his head back with a groan as he pumped shallowly and tilted his hips, feeling every twitch and squeeze on him. He’d only been inside him for a few moments, but Toji was already addicted.
He pulled out, letting his head catch on the rim of Gojo’s hole before thrusting back in hard, hands gripping Gojo’s waist roughly as he pulled Gojo back down. One of Gojo’s hands came up to pinch and twist at a pert nipple, so Toji bent over and took the nub into his mouth, sucking and scraping with his teeth. Gojo’s long fingers came to tangle in Toji’s hair instead, encouraging. “F-fuck yes,” Gojo gasped as Toji swirled his tongue around and around, pumping into him at the same time.
“I-is that all you got?” Gojo asked between breaths and Toji had to admit that he admired the audacity.
“You really are such a fuckin’ brat,” Toji grumbled, slamming into Gojo particularly hard, the headboard smacking loudly against the wall.
Toji unhooked one of Gojo’s legs from his waist to change the angle, throwing it over his shoulder. He looked down and watched his cock disappear into Gojo’s hole over and over, groaning at the obscene sight of Gojo’s hole being stretched wide over his girth. Gojo reached down to wrap a hand around his own drooling cock but Toji caught his wrist, gathering up the other one and slamming both hands above the younger man’s head.
“Behave,” Toji warned gruffly, and Gojo whined breathlessly in protest, tears welling in his bright blue eyes. He paused for a moment to throw Gojo’s other leg over his shoulder and pushed in, adjusting. Once Toji found the angle that made the brat wail, he pounded into it, his cock head sliding against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Gojo’s long legs were still thrown over his shoulders and he bent the man in half, pistoning his hips so the sound of his skin slapping against Gojo’s ass echoed loudly in the room. He still had Gojo’s wrists pinned above his head, forcing them down with the strength to bruise, but Gojo didn’t seem to mind at all, babbling incoherently.
Gojo’s neglected cock was swollen, twitching and red, smearing precum all over his abs. “Mm—ah, T-Toji,” Gojo gasped. “I’m close, Toji—I—”
“Come for me then,” Toji commanded, his lips ghosting the shell of Gojo’s ear. Gojo quivered as his orgasm engulfed him, lighting his body aflame as he cried out, coming untouched. Toji continued to pump into him as Gojo convulsed around Toji’s cock, the older man enjoying the warm squeeze of Gojo’s insides.
When Gojo finally came down from his high, he was breathing hard and trembling. Toji instinctively leaned down and Gojo wrapped his arms around Toji’s neck, tilting his head up to wordlessly ask for a kiss. Toji almost denied him, but seeing how fucked out the brat looked, eyes glassy, purple love bites blooming on his neck, his chest flushed a pretty pink, he couldn’t resist. He obliged, letting Gojo meet his lips for a kiss that was much more tender than he thought it would be.
Gojo kissed him soft and warm, tongue flicking out to lick the scar at the corner of his mouth with a breathless giggle. Toji couldn’t remember a recent time he’d been kissed so sweetly, but immediately pushed the thought from his mind. It was just the brat being a brat.
When Toji pulled back, there was a thin line of saliva connecting them and Gojo tried to chase him for another kiss. Instead, Toji wiped two fingers on Gojo’s belly, scooping up his cum, and pressed them into Gojo’s waiting mouth. If only they could see the strongest sorcerer now, blissfully fucked out of his mind and obediently licking his own cum off Toji’s thick fingers.
“Mm, you got one more in you,” Toji decided, still rock hard and deep inside Gojo, and felt him tense up, his eyes widening.
“Toji, wait—”
“Thought you said you could handle me?” Toji asked, raising an eyebrow lazily as he pulled Gojo down over his dick again, the younger man quivering, clutching at Toji’s hands helplessly. “I haven’t even come yet.”
Toji ignored Gojo’s whining and shifted positions, sitting up and hoisting Gojo back to sit on his cock before the brat could make any protests. In fact, it was the opposite — from this new angle, Toji was pressed up even further inside of Gojo, and he gasped as Toji easily grazed his prostate with every thrust of his hips.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Gojo cried, burying his face in the crook of Toji’s neck, biting and licking at the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. His gangly arms wrapped around Toji, holding on for dear life as Toji lifted him up and down his thick cock. “I d-don’t—I can’t, Toji, please—”
Toji groaned as Gojo clenched around him, smirking when he noticed the man growing hard again against his stomach. “Deny all you like, brat, but your slutty hole loves my dick,” he teased meanly, to which Gojo couldn’t respond, hiccuping gasps into Toji’s sweat slicked skin.
“You like this, don’tcha?” Toji growled into Gojo’s ear, feeling his own climax approaching. He knew he had a tendency to talk when he was close but the brat seemed to be eating it up. He thrust up harder, Gojo whining, needy. “Getting bred by someone who slit your throat? Being used like a little bitch?”
“God— f-fuck, yes, Toji, yes—” Gojo sobbed, throwing his head back and fucking down hard onto Toji’s cock. Fat globs of tears were streaming down his face. “Touch me,” Gojo demanded, like he was in any place to order Toji around, crying on his cock. Gojo scrambled, grasping Toji’s hand and bringing it between his legs. “T-Toji, Daddy, fuck—touch me, please—!”
One of Toji’s large hands came around and his thumb rubbed hard on his leaking cock head, sliding up and down in time with his thrusts. He squeezed Gojo’s cock and ran his thumb along a vein up the side of it, Gojo moaning loudly. “Told ya you couldn’t fuckin’ handle me. Beggin’ for me like this, all pathetic,” Toji snarled as Gojo was unable to make a coherent sentence, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. “That’s it, you slutty little cocksleeve,” Toji grunted as Gojo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when he pressed up into his prostate particularly hard. “Come one more time for Daddy.”
“Oh, fuck, Toji—” Gojo cried, his second orgasm skittering up his spine with reckless abandon. He came in thick white spurts between them, and Toji dragged the brat down his dick one more time before releasing inside of him, relishing Gojo’s fucked out hole pulsating around his cock. His vision became spotted, pleasure rolled through his body in waves, and he dropped a hand behind himself, bracing and willing his arm not to shake with the aftermath of his climax.
Gojo leaned his forehead against Toji’s shoulder, eyelashes fluttering against his damp skin. Toji couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard but he did not want to talk about it, think about it, or give Gojo the satisfaction of that knowledge. They breathed together for a few moments before Toji untangled Gojo’s long, shaking limbs from where they wrapped around him, easily lifting the other man off his softening dick and dropping him on the bed unceremoniously.
Gojo still had his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling with each of his breaths. He was splattered with cum, damp from sweat with purple bruises littering his milky white skin. His pink hole was swollen and leaking Toji’s seed, and he looked downright pornographic, straight out of a wet dream. Gojo hadn’t immediately turned Infinity on, and Toji knew that if he wanted to, he could probably cut the kid again, kill him before he even had the chance to breathe. But instead, Toji had a feeling he’d be jerking off to the memory of the way the brat looked right now – all cute and messy after getting fucked so thoroughly – for weeks. Fuck.
“You good?” Toji grunted, raising an eyebrow when Gojo didn’t move.
A bright blue eye popped open. “Aw, are you worried about me, Daddy?” Gojo cooed, his voice a bit hoarse from crying out.
Toji made a face. “Don’t ever call me that again.”
“Oh, please. You were totally into it!” Gojo snorted.
“Fuck off,” Toji said with a roll of his eyes, hopping off the bed as Gojo snickered knowingly. He reeked of sweat and sex, and hated the thought of walking home smelling like it. “How long you got the room for?”
“I’ll probably just sleep here,” Gojo said, rolling his shoulders back to stretch and shrug, not seeming to care that he was covered in spend. Why the Gojo brat would sleep in a cheap little love hotel was completely beyond Toji’s comprehension.
“I thought you had a fancy penthouse to go home to?” Toji asked. “Won’t that be safer for you than this shithole?”
“Oh my god, you are worried about me, aren’t you?” Gojo deflected, giggling teasingly. When Toji didn’t respond, Gojo waved a hand dismissively. “I just like a change of pace sometimes.” He smiled, tooth-rotting sweet. “You can stay too, if you’re soooo worried. You can shower first and think about it if you want to, though. But don't think too hard, old man. Don't want you hurting yourself,” he finished with a giggle.
Toji took him up on the shower. He wouldn’t have stayed even if he wanted to (and he didn’t want to, really) because leaving his kids overnight was out of the question. When he came out of the shower, the brat was already snoring quietly, the static of Infinity hanging in the air. He’d seemed to just have wiped himself down with the sheets before falling asleep. As if forcibly keeping half your brain on to run Infinity counted as sleep. Toji left without another word.
When he saw Gojo at school on Monday, Gojo didn’t mention anything about it at all, like their night at the hotel never happened. He had healed the love bites Toji had left smattered on his pale skin, the bruises around his wrists, and Gojo himself hadn't left any on Toji; there was no evidence of their little rendezvous. Toji half wondered if it had been a dream, but there was a mischievous glint in Gojo’s eyes that had him knowing otherwise.
But Toji figured it was fine. Nothing changed between them and it would never happen again anyway.