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"Gojo, you better stop being ridiculous."
"Which part of me is being ridiculous, though?"
The way too tall student sitting in front of him smiled innocently. Looking up to him, Suguru could see his pretty blue-like gems eyes staring at him. Suguru really couldn't help but to think that Gojo Satoru is definitely flirting with him.
"I can list all of them, but would you want me to do that?" he snorted, staring back at Satoru as if this was a staring contest.
It was already afternoon, and as usual, Gojo Satoru got into trouble, and now the said boy got into detention. For some reason, too, he was already pretty much Satoru's assigned teacher. The other teachers gave up on him, apparently, he only listens to Suguru, and when another teacher was on duty to watch him, he'd somehow manage to run away or piss the teacher off. The only reason the school hasn't kicked him out was probably because Gojo Satoru is a once-in-a-lifetime genius, and he is the sole heir of the Gojo family.
It must be nice to be so influential and rich.
"If it means your attention being solely on me and only me, I don't mind. I really like your voice, Getou Sensei~" he teased, not hiding even an ounce of his smugness and confidence. Completely shameless as he flirts with Suguru openly.
Suguru never met such an arrogant human being before until he met Gojo Satoru, and boy, he sure is arrogant.
But weirdly, Suguru doesn't find it that annoying. If anything, Gojo Satoru amuses him. He was so full of surprises, and you just can't guess what he'll do next, and you'll never get bored of him.
He was interested in the disastrous phenomena shaped into a human named Gojo Satoru.
"Are you flirting with me, Gojo?" Suguru asked, amused.
"Am I not clear enough on my intention, sensei? I thought I was super duper very obvious about it!" he happily replied.
"I don't know if I should be honored that Gojo Satoru is interested in me. I'm not a pretty young girl, Gojo. Get someone your age or younger. I'm just an old man." Suguru chuckled, hiding his smile behind his hand. Satoru doesn't seem like he bothered, though.
"You're not a young girl, but you are pretty sensei. Very pretty, I must say." and with that, he got up from his seat and walked towards where Suguru sits, his body towering over him.
What's with kids these days and them being so tall? Suguru wasn't even that short. He's 180-ish!
But he ignored it, pretty curious what Satoru will do next. So he merely smiled and looked up to Satoru, a coy smile plastered on his face as his chin rested on his hand.
"I'm pretty? Thank you very much, but I think that compliment should be directed to Ieiri sensei or Iori sensei. They're beautiful, after all." He replied, and Satoru smirked,
"Yeah, but you're different, sensei." long, lean fingers brushing his cheek, and he wanted to laugh at how dire and dangerous this situation is if someone sees it. But he wasn't really the best kind of teacher, and it seems Satoru knows this.
"You're beautiful, my type, and I was wondering how you will look when I touch you…." thumb brushing and rubbing his cheeks, and he could feel how warm Satoru's hand is against his skin.
"This is sexual harassment towards a teacher, Gojo Satoru." He said lightly, not a hint of hatred nor any signs of him being against it. And Satoru definitely noticed and laughed at him.
"It's not sexual harassment when both party consents, sensei." He easily replied, his hand now fully cupping the right side of his face, and Suguru leaned into the touch, slightly brushing his lips against Satoru's thumbs.
They were playing with fire, but both Satoru and Suguru didn't care. For now, they don't really care.
"Really? But clearly, if someone sees us like this, I'll get reported and will be sent to the police for sexually harassing a student. Do you want me to get jailed, Gojo?"
Satoru leaned closer until their forehead touched, and this way, Suguru can even see his beautiful eyes more clearly. This time though, both Satoru's hands are cupping his face.
"And who cares? I can bail you out. I have the money and authority for that, and you know that, sensei. It doesn't matter. Nothing can get between us, sensei. I will not allow it."
Suguru felt goosebumps when Satoru said it.
For a moment, Satoru's eyes went as cold as ice and dangerous, and that's when he knew Gojo Satoru was very serious.
But he was just as twisted for actually liking the implied threat, and maybe he likes Gojo Satoru more than he thought. He could feel his heart beating a little bit faster.
"How nice to have insurance from the Gojo Family. I'm truly honored." He whispered, and he could see the slightest hint of red coloring Satoru's face.
Satoru, in the end, was still 18. But it was actually cute and also cool how he managed to stay composed this far. Suguru will give him that, at least.
"Mm," he mumbled, nose now bumping at each other, and he could feel Satoru's breath against him. "That means I'm allowed to do whatever I want towards sensei, right?" He grinned, and Suguru rolled his eyes before he finally closes the gap between their lips.
"Depending on how well you can do it, I might let you do whatever you want," he whispered, lips faintly touching, and without any hesitation, Satoru went to kiss and devour him.