Archive of Our Own

All four of you are sat on the floor of Gojo’s room, one lazy, boring afternoon after Geto and Gojo came back from an assignment, and you finished your respective one. Your hair still had quite a bit of moisture, not fully wet nor dry, drops of water still visible on your white shirt. Your skin was glistening ever so slightly from the humidity of your shower. Your back against Gojo’s bed and your legs seemed bare with the length of your shorts, crossed one over the other like your arms over your chest. Your head was tilted only a bit towards Gojo, who sat at your right. Shoko was on your left, typing away on her phone and sitting on the desk chair, whilst Gojo and Geto played some sort of console game. Gojo seemed erratic, yelling out insults and curses at Geto, whilst the other one only smiled and chuckled, taking pleasure in frustrating his friend. After a few loses, Gojo drops his console, melting on the ground with defeat, lightly leaning on your shoulder. You give him a quick glance and a small smile before your attention is called to Geto, who softly calls your name.

“Yaga told me the curse you dealt with earlier had been more dangerous than expected, did you get hurt?” He inquires while putting down his own console and standing up, his hands resting in his pockets.

“What? You got hurt?” Gojo asks while straightening up, looking at you over his glasses.

“Nothing Shoko couldn’t heal, right Shoko? Just got a little bit scratched up is all.” You answer with a knowing grin towards her; she spares you a glance while rolling her eyes.

“You all exhaust me, especially you.” Shoko says, returning her attention to her phone after pointing at you.

“Of course your weak ass got hurt.” Gojo rolls his eyes. “You know, me and Suguru never get damaged during missions.” He brags while pushing up his glasses and leaning into you more (practically crushing you). “I guess that’s just the case when you’re the stronges-”

You cut him off with a violent shove sending him to the floor. “Besides, the real pain was the guts that curse shot at me while I exorcized it. I swear it got everywhere; I had to wash my hair three times to fully get rid of it.”

“Everywhere you say?” Gojo’s eyes sparked with something teasing. You scoff and hit him in the back of the head with a large smile. You look up to see Geto giving the white-haired bother a knowing glare with a small smirk while shaking his head.

“Well, you ready to go Geto?” Shoko asks, rising from her seat.

“Always am.” He responds, stepping over you and heading towards the door.

“Wait, where are you two going?” Gojo says.

“Getting food.” They both answer simply.

“What, you didn’t think to invite us?” Gojo gasps loudly, setting his right hand next to your leg and his other arm on the bed frame you’re against. Clearly, too close. Anyone but you and him could see that.

Shoko and Geto’s expression fall flat, almost annoyed. Geto sighs.

“Yeah, you guys have some…stuff to figure out. We’ve both ran out of patience.” Geto says, irritated and somehow amused, wearing an empty smile as Shoko opens the door and walks out. He follows her, giving both of you one last glance, mischief in his eyes. Gojo’s mouth twists with confusion, after a second his expression turns back to normal, and he pushes up his glasses.

“I don’t know what that meant but-” You both look at each other at the same time, suddenly the space seems all too small. He can smell your shampoo, something too intimate for a 17-year-old boy to handle. His open mouth freezes open.

You stare at his discomfort; unaware you’re worsening it. Too lost in thought trying to figure out what might have spurred on this situation.

What was that?

Why were they acting weird?

Did you say something while getting healed earlier, incoherently rambling while trying to distract yourself from the pain?

Shoko seemed to have misunderstood something and communicated it to Geto.

But what? You couldn’t have said anything that odd-

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh God.

That was pretty bad.

At the sudden realization, a pained laugh escapes you and both your hands fly to cover your face.

“What?” Gojo asks in a rash tone, having composed his ugly expression you didn’t seem to have noticed.

“This is my fault.”

“What is?”

You drop your hands, a slight flush along your neck.

“Why would I say that?” You ask yourself with wide eyes.

“Geez, what did you say?”

“I said something to Shoko earlier while she was healing me. It…slipped out. I didn’t mean to say that, especially for it to be understood the way it did.” Your voice squeaks like a rusty doorknob, heat warming your face, you feel your head close to exploding.

He can’t stop himself; cackles escape his throat as he looks at you, pointing and laughing at your embarrassment as though there’s not a chance what you said could be embarrassing for him too. “What did you say? It couldn’t be that bad, right?”

“I told her I wanted to lose my virginity.”

His smile drops.

“And I said I wouldn’t mind it being with you.”

His heart stops.

Faced with his wide eyes and mouth, you try to explain yourself, ignoring the pressure in your lungs and the dryness of your mouth. “Listen ok, I said I wanted to lose it now before it gets too embarrassing. I just don’t think I will ever find someone I like like that. Nor will I find someone I feel comfortable with, comfortable like I am with you.” His expression is unchanged; you rush your words to outrun the pace of your heart. “I’m not confessing or anything, don’t start thinking that ok? I was just talking, clearly not seriously. I lost a lot of blood-and the pain just you know. Its just, I know you already had sex before so it wouldn’t be a big deal for you. Who was it again? A girl you liked that was close to your clan, right?”

That shocks him straight. His brows furrow and he uses an immense amount of effort to plaster on a nonchalant smile.

Though it winds up looking like he’s hurting somewhere.

“It wasn’t that I liked her, it was just…spur of the moment, God, I don’t know. We had snuck away during a clan event, and it just happened…but we never spoke again after that, like ever. With you, I see you every day, wouldn’t it be awkward? Actually, it would be, ok?” His heart is frantic; Gojo can barely breathe with your smell filling the room. His left hand rubs the back of his neck, now feeling his own blush creeping up.

“That’s fine, I completely understand, this is all Shoko’s fault.” You both know that’s a lie. “Now it’s for sure awkward, I’ll just have to find someone else, don’t worry about it alright.”

Silence.

A question is heavy on his tongue: Like who?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m going to go-” You feel like you’re on fire, your legs jittery as you stand up. With one step towards the door, his hand grabs your wrist.

“Wait.”

His eyes are looking at the ground, like he can’t fully face you. Never breaking contact as though you’re going to run out if he does, he rises, finally looking at you. One big, large inhale before he sighs your name.

“We won’t ever talk about it again, right?” His tone is so serious you would think you’re dying.

“...what.”

“Let’s do it.”

Staring at the blue of his eyes seems all-consuming. Like memorizing the water you’re drowning in. You put your hand over his. “Gojo, no, you clearly don’t want to. Let’s talk about this another time, you’re not thinking this through.”

“You want to, right? I want to. But it can’t…” His words trail off as he rubs his neck again, looking away.

Your ears are fully red. Its incredibly painful.

Well.

...What the hell?

“When?” You tentatively whisper.

“Well…we could right now.” Gojo takes hold of your hand with both of his. Guiding you towards the side of his bed that’s next to his nightstand. Fully looking at you, he gently pushes down your shoulders, so you sit on the bed while he takes a second to lock the door. He pauses there.

Now what?

He’s been trying to look confident since you said you wanted him because of his experience, but there’s not much experience to be had.

Sure, he did it. However, it hadn’t even lasted that long, not her nor him had even finished. It got cut short because they didn’t know what they were doing and had almost got caught.

“You know, you’re looking at that door like you want it more than me.” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts, your nervous giggle resonating through his skull.

Gojo turns towards you, hiding his nervous hands in his pockets and pursing his lips like he’s trying to think of his next move.

“Listen, we don’t have to do this, I appreciate your charity, but clearly you’re not actually interested in doing this-” Your voice cuts off after he sits very close to you, your hip bones touching, thighs too. His hand hesitates before removing his glasses, folding and resting them on the nightstand behind you. Leaning into you like this, his left hand holds your arm while he reaches, your lips barely grazing his cheek. His now free right hand goes to hold your cheek, looking deep into his eyes, you can’t speak. He mutters some words, asking if this is ok, all you can do is nod faintly as he mirrors this, before his eyelids fall low and he leans in. The kiss is light, like kissing a very airy marshmallow. Sweet.

Gojo pulls away just a bit. Feeling this, you lean in while pulling the collar of his white button-down towards you. Both his hands grab your face as you deepen the kiss, letting your tongue pass through your lips. He puts a strand of hair behind your ear. One of your hands climbs up to his hair, making a mess of it. Both of his hands fall to your waist, gently pushing you to lay on the bed.

At some point, you guys pull apart, taking a breath and looking at each other, but you quickly come back to kiss along his jaw. His eyes fall shut for a second as he sighs something you can’t quite catch.

“What?” You whisper against his skin.

“Where did you learn to kiss like this?” Gojo repeats with a grin, his eyes still shut.

You laugh. “Remember that guy-”

“Never mind, I don’t want to know anymore. Don’t talk about other guys when we are together.”

“You asked and you talk like this is going to be a recurring thing.”

He doesn’t respond to that, preferring to reach into the drawer of his nightstand, you quickly glance while working down his throat.

Holy shit.

“Is that a 100-pack box of condoms?” You can’t help but really laugh, one hand flying to cover your mouth.

With one in hand, you see his cheeks getting fully flushed, his head falls to the space in between your neck and shoulder.

“I didn’t even ask for this size, not size as in like…listen, size as in format, ok? I swear I don’t need that many.” He whines against your collarbone.

“Sure, whoever got you this box doesn’t think so.” You continue to laugh.

“It was some clan servant-manager or something, come on its not funny.” He jokingly bites your skin, so light it feels more of a kiss than anything else.

You pull his head back to look at him with a soft smile. The box is full; you can tell that much.

He starts unbuttoning his shirt as you attempt to help him, lips getting bruised, feeling a sudden rush. The kissing gets quicker, like you’re running out of time. You push off the button-down, sliding your hands under his white cotton t-shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. Gojo pulls at the collar of your own shirt, indicating he’s going to pull it up. You lift your arms as he yanks it off, throwing it somewhere behind him.

Eventually, you’re both left in your underwear and out of breath. You can feel so much of his skin on your own, its practically enriching, this could be enough for you really.

“Can I…” His fingers trail down your stomach. You eagerly nod, before you feel them slip past the waistband of your underwear.