Alright.
Tu Bai walked to the back row and sat in the window seat, putting his backpack away.
Outside the window was the Campus view, with the leaves of the Ginkgo Tree half-yellowed, shimmering in the golden Sunlight.
Desks, a blackboard, the smell of chalk dust, the sound of pages turning from a classmate at the next table.
Everything was just like before.
But it also seemed a little different.
Tu Bai reached into his pocket and felt something hard. Gojo Satoru had stuffed it in there before leaving, saying, "Touch it whenever you miss me."
It was a piece of candy. Strawberry flavor.
He smiled and put the candy back.
The class bell rang. The Professor walked in and began the lecture. Tu Bai opened his Notebook and listened intently.
During the break, Tu Bai's Mobile Phone vibrated.
He picked it up to look; it was a Message from Gojo Satoru.
[Come back early today? The Student wants to meet the legendary "Master's Wife."]
Tu Bai's corner of the mouth twitched as he replied:
【..】
Itadori and the others have been clamoring to see you.
Tu Bai thought for a moment and typed:
[Fine. But don't call me Master's wife.]
The person on the other side replied in one second:
Okay, Wife.
Tu Bai's face flushed, he placed his Mobile Phone face down on the Desk.
The classmate beside him leaned over: "Tu Bai, why is your face so red?"
I-It's nothing. Just hot.
Hot? Winter has already arrived.
Tu Bai ignored him and buried his face in his textbook.
The Mobile Phone vibrated again. He didn't want to look, but after holding back for a few seconds, he picked it up anyway.
Gojo Satoru sent a Rabbit Emoji, the obnoxious kind.
Tu Bai replied with a "Get lost."
Gojo Satoru sent a string of hahahaha.
Tu Bai stuffed his Mobile Phone into his pocket, pretending nothing had happened.
But the corner of the mouth remained curled up, refusing to subside.
Life seemed to have finally returned to its proper track.
Weekend Morning.
Sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the curtains, shining onto the Bed.
Tu Bai curled up in the Small Blanket, wrapping himself into a roll. Gojo Satoru was already awake, leaning against the headboard looking at his Mobile Phone.
He looked down at the bundle of blankets and reached out to poke it.
Get up.
The Small Blanket stirred, but he did not come out.
Gojo Satoru poked him again.
“Xiao Bai.”
No," a muffled Voice came from under the Small Blanket, "Weekend.
It's already ten o'clock.
Weekend.
Gojo Satoru sighed, put down his Mobile Phone, leaned his entire body over.
Get up and eat Breakfast.
No." Tu Bai wrapped the Small Blanket more tightly around himself, "You're pressing down on me.
Where am I pressing?
Everywhere.
Gojo Satoru smiled and buried his face in the Pillow, rubbing it against the fabric.
Then I'm not getting up.
Tu Bai struggled for a moment, but failed to break free and gave up.
After a few seconds, he poked his head out from the Pillow, his hair messy and his Eyes not yet fully open.
"Your hair is so itchy," he said, his voice hoarse.
Gojo Satoru lowered his head, brushing his face with his hair.
"Go away—" Tu Bai laughed and tried to dodge, but he was being held down and could not escape.
Call me hubby and I'll stop teasing you.
In your dreams.
Gojo Satoru continued to sweep.
Tu Bai couldn't stand being swept like that, let out a laugh, reached out to push his face.
Get away, get away, get away!
Are you going to call or not?
No!
Gojo Satoru sped up, his hair brushing against his face.
Tu Bai laughed until he was breathless, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
Fine, fine, fine! Just scream, scream, scream!
Gojo Satoru stopped and waited.
Tu Bai took a deep breath and said softly, ".. Husband."
Gojo Satoru was stunned, then he smiled so widely that his eyes curved.
Be good." He leaned down and gave him a kiss, "Say it one more time.
Tu Bai kicked out.
Gojo Satoru was already prepared and grabbed his ankle.
A sneak attack?
Tu Bai glared at him.
Gojo Satoru let him go with a smile and rolled over to lie down beside him.
Tu Bai pulled the Small Blanket over himself, wrapping himself up into a roll again.
But this time, he didn't pull his head back.
He lay on his side, looking at Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru looked at him too.
The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds.
Tu Bai suddenly said, "Do you have a mission today?"
There is one in the Afternoon, a small mission.
Then should I eat by myself at noon?
I'll eat with you before I leave.
Tu Bai nodded and shrank further into the blanket.
Gojo Satoru reached out, pulled him and the blanket together, pulled him into his arms.
"Lie down for a little longer," he said.
Tu Bai let out an "Mm" and leaned against his chest.
Sunlight shone on the Bed, warm and cozy.
It was very quiet.
There were only two Breathing Sounds.
It was Evening.
The two of them were snuggled on the Sofa watching TV.
Tu Bai leaned against the comfortable sofa, legs stretched out straight, his feet tucked inside Gojo Satoru's clothes.
Gojo Satoru's T-shirt hem was lifted, two icy feet pressed against his belly.
"So cold," Gojo Satoru exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"Serves you right," Tu Bai said, shoving his feet further inside.
A variety show was playing on the TV; the guests were laughing, the audience was laughing too. But neither of them was watching seriously.
Tu Bai stepped his feet on Gojo Satoru's abdomen.
Hard and firm, piece by piece.
"Don't step on it," Gojo Satoru said.