Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the wardrobe room, Yuji stood bare-chested, staring at his own reflection with a serious expression. He pressed his palm against his chest, eyes squeezed shut.
"…Hmmm. Nothing different."
Carefully, he patted around again just to make sure. His shoulders slumped with relief when he realized he didn't suddenly sprout anything unexpected.
"Thank god…" he muttered under his breath, then pulled a face. Sure, he liked girls with big boobs but that didn't mean he wanted to suddenly have them himself. With his lower half already transformed, he prayed his chest wouldn't betray him too.
Tuk, tuk.
A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Yes, I'm done!" Yuji called quickly, scrambling to tug on his shirt.
The door creaked open, and Gojo walked in, fresh out of the shower with only a towel slung low around his waist. Normally, he'd barge in without a care even if Yuji was half-naked, but now… now he knocked first. He understood the boundary.
Yuji glanced at him, planning to head upstairs, when suddenly Gojo caught his wrist.
"Wait, Yuji."
Yuji blinked. "Huh? What's wrong, Senpai?"
For a moment, Gojo just stood there holding his hand, his gaze lingering on Yuji's face in an unreadable way. The silence stretched.
"…Senpai?" Yuji's brows furrowed.
"Senpai!!?"
Gojo finally broke into a laugh, "Heheh." Then without warning, he pulled Yuji closer and lowered his head, burying his nose into Yuji's pink hair.
Yuji stiffened. "…What are you doing?"
"Mmm. What soap did you use? You smell good," Gojo murmured with his eyes closed, shamelessly enjoying the scent.
"Huh? Just the normal one?" Yuji deadpanned, deciding not to struggle, though his face twitched with disbelief at his senpai's antics.
But Gojo didn't move away. They stayed like that a little too long, the silence filling the space again.
"Senpai?" Yuji said flatly.
No response, just more sniffing.
"SENPAI!!" Yuji barked louder.
"Ahh, gomen, gomen," Gojo said at last, though his grin gave away that he wasn't sorry at all. He released Yuji's wrist reluctantly. "Still, you really do smell good, Yujikun."
"You're acting super weird…" Yuji muttered, pulling back and straightening his shirt. "I'm going upstairs. And you—" he gestured at Gojo's towel with a grimace, "go put some clothes on."
"Yesss, yes," Gojo waved him off dramatically, finally letting him go.
Yuji walked out, shaking his head, muttering under his breath, "…Why does he always get weirder when I need him to act normal…"
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After Yuji left the wardrobe, Gojo's grin slipped away. His expression hardened, the playful mask giving way to something grim. He dragged a hand down his face and muttered under his breath,
"…What's wrong with me?"
He couldn't deny it, while burying his face in Yuji's hair earlier, his manhood had reacted in a way he hadn't expected, hadn't wanted. And he'd barely managed to hide it.
"Tch." Gojo clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Maybe I'm just pent up… it's been too long."
With that excuse firmly in his head, he dressed quickly, forcing the thought down. By the time he entered their shared bedroom, his expression was back to neutral.
Yuji was already fast asleep on the bed, his breathing soft and steady.
Gojo hesitated at the doorway. Even from here, the faint sweet scent of Yuji reached him, clinging, heady, almost intoxicating. The longer he stood there, the stronger it seemed.
"…This is weird," he muttered.
Ignoring the way his chest tightened, he climbed into bed beside Yuji. He tugged the blanket up to cover the boy's shoulders, watching the faint crease between Yuji's brows smooth out as he shifted in his sleep.
But the smell didn't fade. If anything, it grew heavier, settling over Gojo like a blanket of its own. Sweet, warm, something that stirred restlessness in his veins.
Gojo pressed a hand over his mouth, eyes narrowing. One word came to mind, unwilling but undeniable.
"…Erotic."
He cursed under his breath. "Fuck."
In frustration, he sat up and dragged both hands through his hair. He needed to shake this off. Without another thought, he hopped off the bed and started doing frantic jumping jacks in the middle of the room.
The mattress shook lightly with every thud of his landing.
Yuji stirred, mumbling groggily, "Sen…pai? What are you doing… at night…?"
Gojo froze mid-jump, then turned with the guiltiest smile plastered on his face. "Ah—gomen, gomen! Just… stretching a little. You know, gotta keep the body loose!"
He hurried over, pulling the blanket back over Yuji as if that would erase the scene he'd just caused. "Go back to sleep, Yujikun. Nothing to see here."
Still half-asleep, Yuji blinked at him suspiciously. "…You're weird."
"Yup, weird. That's me," Gojo chuckled, forcing his usual nonchalance. He gave Yuji's hair a gentle pat. "Now sleep. Senpai's just… restless, that's all."
Yuji squinted at him one more time, then rolled over with a small sigh, drifting back into slumber.
Gojo stayed standing there, watching him for a moment before muttering again, this time quieter.
"…Restless, huh. That's one way to put it."