At 9:00 PM, Gojo Satoru finished up his last few tasks and returned to the Apartment.
The door was unlocked.
He pushed the door open and went inside. The lights in the Living Room were on, but no one was there.
Xiao Bai?
No one responded.
He walks toward the Bedroom.
He stopped as he reached the Doorway.
Tu Bai stood by the bedside.
He was wearing a white shirt.
Gojo Satoru recognized that shirt; it was his. It was oversized, slightly drooping at the shoulders, with the hem just barely covering the base of his thighs.
The buttons were not fastened properly. The top two were undone, revealing his collarbone and a small patch of his chest. Further down, the outline of his waistline could be faintly seen.
His hair is wet.
It was just washed and hadn't dried yet. Water droplets trickled down from the tips of the hair, dripping onto the shoulders and onto the shirt. The shirt was soaked, clinging to the skin and turning translucent in patches.
Through that transparency, the skin color underneath could be seen. It was white, shimmering under the Light.
Two legs were exposed.
They were straight and slender, white and tender. From the upper thigh down to the ankle, he wore nothing at all.
The area from the base of his thighs upward was covered by the hem of his white shirt. But the more it was covered, the more one wanted to see.
Gojo Satoru stood at the Doorway, stunned.
Tu Bai looked at him.
His face was so red it looked like it was about to drip blood. The redness spread from his cheeks to the base of his ears, from the base of his ears down to his neck. The tips of his ears were red, hidden within his wet hair.
But he did not hide.
He just stood there, looking at Gojo Satoru. His Red Eyes were filled with shame and fear, as well as a hint of stubbornness.
Gojo Satoru still did not move.
Tu Bai waited for a few seconds.
He took a deep breath and spoke.
Satoru.
For the first time, he no longer called him Gojo-senpai, but called his name directly.
His Voice trembled slightly.
I love you.
Gojo Satoru stood there, motionless.
Tu Bai continued, "It's not because of this.." He looked down at his slightly protruding abdomen, then looked up again, "It's because of you. Because I like you."
He paused.
No matter what you think, I just like it.
Gojo Satoru still did not move.
Tu Bai looked at him. Those Blue Eyes stared straight at him, something churning within them. But he could not understand it.
His heart sank.
He remembered Tu's words: Be proactive.
He grit his teeth and took a step forward.
Two steps.
Walked up to Gojo Satoru.
Then he reached out his hand and gave him a push.
Gojo Satoru was caught off guard and was pushed down onto the Bed.
Tu Bai took a deep breath.
He crawled up and straddled Gojo Satoru.
Tu Bai lowered his head, looking at Gojo Satoru's face.
That face was very close to him. Silver Hair was scattered across the Bed, Blue Eyes were wide open, staring intently at him.
His face was so red it felt like it was burning. His ears were red, his neck was red, even his exposed collarbones were red.
But he didn't must run.
He spoke, his Voice trembling violently, but he still finished that sentence:
Senpai, you said before that you like me, I like you too. Since we like each other, shouldn't you hand over the tribute now?
Gojo Satoru's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He looked at the person on top of him.
Wet hair, a face flushed red, those Red Eyes filled with shame, fear, stubbornness.
The White Shirt was wet, clinging to his body. The collar was open, revealing his collarbone and a small patch of his Chest. It tapered at the waist, further down, the hem of the shirt covered the base of his thighs.
His legs were spread on either side of his waist. The flesh of his thighs pressed against him. His calves hung down on both sides, his toes curled, gripped by intense tension.
Gojo Satoru felt something snap in his brain.
He heard his own Voice, sounding impossibly hoarse:
Fine.
Tu Bai was stunned.
He didn't expect him to agree so decisively.
Then he felt his waist being gripped by a pair of hands.
That hand was large and hot, the place where it gripped felt as if it were about to burn.
The world spun.
He was flipped over and pressed onto the Bed.
Gojo Satoru leaned down.
Silver Hair spilled down, obscuring the Light from above. Those Blue Eyes were inches away, with something burning within them. It was no longer his usual lazy smile, nor was he in a joking mood.
It was something else.
Tu Bai's Heartbeat was racing so fast it felt like it would leap out of his throat.
He looked at those Eyes, at that face, at that person.
Gojo Satoru's voice came from above his head, sounding incredibly hoarse:
Xiao Bai.
Mm..
Are you sure?
Tu Bai looked into his eyes.
In those Eyes, there was ***. There was suppression. There was restraint.
There was also something else.
He couldn't explain what it was. But he suddenly felt that perhaps Tu Bao was right.
Perhaps he was truly just overthinking it.
He said nothing.
He reached out his hand and wrapped it around Gojo Satoru's neck.
Pull down.
Then he looked up and kissed him.
Gojo Satoru was stunned.
In the next second, the kiss deepened.
Gojo Satoru's hands wandered over his body. His wet shirt was unbuttoned and stripped away. His slightly cool skin met the air, causing tiny goosebumps to rise. But soon, those hands covered him, bringing a scorching heat.
Tu Bai closed his eyes.
He thought of nothing else.
What child, what responsibility, what whether or not it was true love.
I don't want to think about it anymore.
Outside the window, the night in Tokyo was deepening.
Moonlight leaked through the gaps in the Curtain, shining upon the two intertwined Figures.
This night was very long.
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A long time later.
Tu Bai curled up in Gojo Satoru's arms, too sleepy to even open his eyes.
His body was sticky and aching. But he didn't want to move.
Gojo Satoru's hand gently stroked his back, stroke by stroke, very slowly and very lightly.
Neither of them spoke.
The room was very quiet. There was only the occasional sound of cars from outside the window and the light, shallow breathing of the two.
Tu Bai felt dazed and thought of something.