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His severe facade scared everyone at the first glance, always silent, carrying the sharpest katana of the province, and of course, always beside his daimyō, Satoru Gojo. (y/n) was the protector and right hand of the man, his strength being recognized by the whole land.
It wasn't an easy job. There was always someone trying to kill, poison, fight, or marry the great Satoru. The white-haired male was famous not only for his incredible wealth, but also for his great feats in the war.
- He must be on his way to wake up Gojo-sama. - One of the servants whispered to another.
- He's the only one allowed to enter the master's bedroom. I wonder why.
- It's said they're friends since childhood. - A third person entered the conversation.
- Really? I heard they met at the war. - At this point, none of them was successful at hiding what they were talking about, but (l/n) didn't pay them any mind, soon reaching the door to the room he was looking for.
Sliding the door open, his eyes had to get used to the dark of the room, the curtains stopping the sunlight from entering. Sliding the door closed, he walked into the known bedroom, light rushing into it when he finally opened the curtains.
An audible groan resonated in the spacious bedroom, and (y/n) watched as his daimyō cutely rubbed his eyes, almost like a child, trying to get rid of his somnolence, and get used to the daylight.
- What do we need to do today? - Gojo's raspy, sleepy voice asked, while stretching his arms and starting to get up from the bed.
- You have to take care of several papers on the province's stance, and today is also the day for the revision of taxes numbers. You might need to talk to the treasurer about the mistake in his management last month, as a little percentage of the total gatherings was missing, and also...
Gojo looked at (y/n) when he stopped talking, seeing how his eyes were staked to him, making him not completely sure of what he should do, having to stop himself from squirming under his darting gaze.
- What? - He indulged when (l/n) didn't say anything, his eyes still looking at him attentively.
- Why are you naked?
Confused, Satoru looked down at his body, seeing as indeed, he had nothing to cover his body aside from the thin sheets. He got startled, maybe a bit embarrassed, but didn't let much be shown through his face, only a small blush giving him in.
- I forgot that I slept without clothes. But there's no need to get embarrassed, we're both men. - He said lightly, walking to his dresser, taking something to cover his body temporarily. - Ok, I'll wash myself now. And, stop looking at me like that, you look like a pervert.
