I won't look.
Gojo Satoru pretended not to notice and walked to the Coffee Table to pour some water. As he leaned over, his bath towel slipped down a bit, revealing his oblique lines.
Little Black Rabbit's ears twitched.
Still, he didn't look.
Gojo Satoru swayed back and sat down on the Sofa. Crossing his legs, he leaned against the Sofa Back, tilting his head back to dry his Hair. His pectoral muscles, abdomen, waistline were all exposed within Little Black Rabbit's line of sight.
Little Black Rabbit's neck was twisting so much it was almost cramping.
But his Eyes still stole a glance toward that direction.
Just one glance.
Just one glance.
Gojo Satoru's abdomen was clearly defined under the light, with deep, well-defined muscles. The water droplets had not been wiped dry, trickling down the grooves of his muscles and into his bath towel.
Little Black Rabbit swallowed hard.
Gojo Satoru's lips curled slightly; he saw it, but he didn't expose him.
After drying his hair, he stood up and walked slowly toward Little Black Rabbit, then walked back slowly. He looked for clothes, looked for his Mobile Phone, looked for a charger. Every time he bent over, his bath towel slipped down a bit, looking as if it were about to fall.
Little Black Rabbit's gaze shifted from dodging at first, to unable to stop stealing glances, finally to staring intently.
Ears stood straight up.
Gojo Satoru had his back turned to it, it could stare at his back for ages. When Gojo Satoru turned around, it stared at his abdomen.
Not even blinking an eye.
Gojo Satoru finally couldn't help but laugh.
He walked up to the Sofa and leaned down toward Little Black Rabbit.
Have you seen enough?
Little Black Rabbit was stunned, then quickly turned his head away.
Ears turned red.
Gojo Satoru let out a laugh and reached out to rub its head.
No rush, take your time looking.
Then he returned to his room.
The towel never fell.
Little Black Rabbit crouched on the Sofa, staring at the closed Door, his ears slowly drooping in disappointment.
—Intentional.
This person was definitely doing it on purpose.
Day 2 Morning, when Gojo Satoru got out of bed, he craftily left his clothes unbuttoned as usual.
His sleep pants hung loosely on his hips, his top was thrown somewhere, unknown. He paced around the Room, looking for socks, a belt, a tie.
Every time he raised his hand, the muscles at his waist would stretch, pulling out beautiful lines.
Little Black Rabbit crouched on the nightstand, pretending to lick his fur.
But Eyes were looking out from between its paws.
Gojo Satoru bent down to put on his socks, his back to it. His back muscles moved rhythmically, with the groove of his spine extending from his neck all the way down into his waistband.
Little Black Rabbit's paws stopped.
He couldn't keep licking.
Gojo Satoru put on his socks, turned around, met its gaze.
Little Black Rabbit quickly buried his face in his paws.
Gojo Satoru walked over with a smile and leaned down to give it a kiss.
Good morning.
Little Black Rabbit did not look up.
his Ears were already bright red.
Day 3 was even more excessive.
Gojo Satoru was eating breakfast in the Living Room, with Strawberry Jam spread on his Toast. He took a bite, some jam got on the corner of his mouth.
Then he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked it away.
The movement was slow, his tip of the tongue licking from the corner of the mouth to the lips, licking them perfectly clean.
Little Black Rabbit crouched on the Coffee Table, looking at that tongue, the entire rabbit was frozen.
Gojo Satoru took another bite, dipped it in sauce again, slowly licked it off.
His Eyes were still looking at Little Black Rabbit.
Little Black Rabbit's brain went buzz.
He is a Rabbit.
It is just a Rabbit.
Why make it look at this?
It was even more excessive in the Evening.
Gojo Satoru was lying on the sofa, pulling Little Black Rabbit over to place him against his chest.
"Xiao Bai," he called, his Voice low.
Little Black Rabbit lay on his chest, able to feel his heartbeat and the vibration of his chest.
"I miss you so much," he said.
Little Black Rabbit's ears twitched.
Gojo Satoru's fingers lightly traced along its back, drawing circle after circle.
When will you change back?
Little Black Rabbit said nothing.
It's been a month," Gojo Satoru said. "I can't hold you.
Little Black Rabbit buried his face in his paws.
Gojo Satoru sighed and said nothing more.
But his Finger was still stroking, from his Back to his Neck, from his Neck to his Ears, rubbing gently.
Little Black Rabbit's Heartbeat grew faster and faster.
The little furry chest thudded and thumped.
Gojo Satoru felt it.
He looked down at it and smiled.
Heartbeat is so fast.
Little Black Rabbit buried his face even deeper.
Gojo Satoru laughed, picked it up, gave it a kiss.
Sleep.
He placed Little Black Rabbit against his chest and closed his eyes.
Listening to his heartbeat, Little Black Rabbit slowly closed his eyes as well.
But his brain was still spinning.
That person is too good-looking.
So beautiful that it made him forget his social death, forget his shame, only think about..
Nuzzled against him.
It nuzzled against Gojo Satoru's chest.
Gojo Satoru didn't open his eyes, but the corner of his mouth curled upward.
That hand was gently patting on its back.
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Day 4 Evening.
Tu Bai's sanity was already on the verge of collapse.
Three days. For three days, Gojo Satoru had not dressed properly. He only wore a bath towel after showering, he didn't wear a shirt when getting up in the morning. His movements while changing clothes were as slow as a slow-motion lens.
Every time, he told himself: don't look, absolutely don't look.
But every time, he couldn't help himself.
That person is too good-looking. Abdomen, pectoral muscles, Adonis belt, back muscles, waistline, collarbone, Adam's apple—
Tu Bai felt like he was going crazy.
It is a Rabbit.
It should only want to eat carrots.
It shouldn't be thinking about all those messy things.
But he just couldn't help it.
On Day 4 Evening, Gojo Satoru came out after taking a shower.
He wore only loose Sleep Pants. He was shirtless, his Hair was still dripping with water. Water droplets slid down his neck, slid over his collarbone, slid over his chest, slid over his Abdomen, finally disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.
Little Black Rabbit crouched on the Sofa, his ears pricked up, his eyes following the water droplets.
Gojo Satoru walked over and sat down on the sofa.