Yuji looked at his reflection in the mirror inside the wardrobe room and sighed. Not that he was really complaining… but his whole body was covered in love bites — every inch of it. He looked less like a man in love and more like someone who'd caught some strange plague.
"That man is a monster…" Yuji muttered under his breath.
How could he not be covered in marks when Gojo's insatiable self wanted to make love at every opportunity — anywhere, anytime? The kitchen, the living room, even by the reservoir… basically, everywhere.
And obviously, every creature in this oasis probably already knew what they'd been up to — it wasn't like their moans were exactly subtle.
Yuji sighed again, his cheeks burning red. His eyes darted toward the door. He really had to start locking it, or else Gojo horny ass would find another excuse to pounce on him.
Not that Yuji was complaining… he loved it too, even if he'd never admit it out loud.
Finally, he finished pulling on his plain clothes, trying to ignore the faint ache still lingering in his body.
Just as Yuji was fixing his collar, the door slid open with a quiet click.
"—Speak of the devil," he muttered, already knowing who it was.
Gojo leaned against the doorframe, hair still damp from a quick wash, that smug grin plastered across his face. "Yuji-kun, dressing up without inviting me? That's cold."
Yuji groaned, throwing him a halfhearted glare. "Senpai, can you not barge in like that? I literally just got dressed."
Gojo hummed, eyes glinting as they trailed down Yuji's neck — and the faint red marks peeking out from under his shirt. "Mmm, you're glowing today. I wonder why~"
Yuji flushed instantly. "Shut up! You're the one who—"
Before he could finish, Gojo was already behind him, chin resting on Yuji's shoulder, arms looping around his waist. "You look way too cute when you're trying to act mad," he murmured, voice low and teasing.
Yuji's heart skipped a beat. "Senpai…" He tried to wriggle free, but Gojo only tightened his hold, burying his face in Yuji's neck.
"I missed your scent already," Gojo whispered against his skin.
Yuji's breath hitched, "Senpai, seriously— if you start something again, I swear—"
Gojo chuckled softly. "Relax. I'm just holding you." Then, after a pause, his tone dropped a little deeper. "…For now."
"Senpai!" Yuji turned in his arms, glaring up at him — but Gojo only grinned wider, eyes full of mischief.
"C'mon, Yuji-kun. Don't look at me like that," he teased, voice lilting. "You know what happens when you do."
Yuji's blush deepened. "Then stop being so annoying."
Gojo pretended to think for a moment before smirking. "Hmm… nah. I like seeing you like this too much."
Flustered beyond saving, Yuji let out a tiny groan and smacked Gojo's chest with the back of his hand.
+++
Yuji got everything ready for dinner — the barbecue set, the marinated fish, and slices of lamb that Gojo had insisted on preparing earlier. He carried all the ingredients from the kitchen to the reservoir outside, where the air was cool and the scent of water mixed with the faint smokiness of charcoal.
Gojo was already crouched near the grill, fanning the glowing embers with a hand fan , his white hair catching the soft orange light from the fire. Smoke curled lazily into the evening air.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" Yuji asked, settling down beside him with a grin. "Last time you almost burned the sausages and the tongs."
Gojo shot him a mock glare over his shoulder. "Excuse me, that was an experiment in culinary innovation."
Yuji rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You invented 'charcoal-flavored everything'."
Gojo only chuckled and flipped a piece of lamb onto the grill. The sizzle filled the quiet night, and soon the smell of roasted meat spread through the air. Yuji leaned back on his hands, watching the sky start to darken, painted in shades of violet and silver.
For a while, they didn't talk — just the soft crackle of the fire, the distant rush of water, and Gojo humming some off-key tune that Yuji couldn't even recognize.
Then, Yuji tilted his head up and blinked. "Hey, look!"
A streak of light cut across the sky — a shooting star, brilliant and fleeting. Gojo followed his gaze just in time to see it fade.
"Whoa…" Yuji breathed, eyes wide, a childlike wonder lighting up his face. "That was so fast."
Gojo smiled, quieter now. "Make a wish, Yuji."
Yuji thought for a moment, then pressed his lips together, closing his eyes dramatically.
"Done," he said.
Gojo leaned closer, smirking. "What did you wish for?"
Yuji opened one eye and shot him a look. "If I tell you, it won't come true."
Gojo chuckled softly, turning the skewers. "Then I'll just guess. Bet it's something about food."
Yuji laughed. "Or maybe that senpai'll stop flirting for one day."
Gojo feigned a gasp, hand to his heart. "Cruel! Why would you wish for something so tragic?"
They both burst out laughing. The stars multiplied overhead, the fire crackled warmly, and the scent of grilled food wrapped around them like a blanket.
Later, as they sat side by side sharing the freshly cooked barbecue — fingers brushing every now and then — the night felt impossibly calm.
Yuji glanced at Gojo, who was busy chewing on a piece of lamb like a satisfied wolf, and smiled softly to himself.
Maybe, he thought, this was his wish coming true already.
"Senpai," Yuji said after a moment, his voice low, calm, but carrying a strange softness beneath it. "Don't you ever get bored of me?"
He spoke without teasing this time, just an honest question drifting between the sound of the crackling fire and the hum of the night. "You've been seeing the same face every day."
Gojo stopped mid-bite, his grin fading into something gentler. He swallowed, then set the skewer aside. "Bored?" he echoed, tilting his head with that familiar glint in his eyes. "Not once."
His gaze lingered on Yuji, tracing every familiar line as though memorizing it all over again. "You're the only face I want to see, Yuji. I think… I wouldn't know how to live without you anymore."
The silence that followed wasn't awkward—just full, deep, almost sacred. The fire crackled softly, throwing golden light across their faces.
Yuji didn't blush or look away. He just held Gojo's gaze, something unspoken passing between them—steady, warm, and achingly real.
"Then don't," yuji said simply.
Gojo smiled faintly, eyes soft. "Wasn't planning to."