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*This chapter contains lemon*
(Y/n) sheepishly placed her right hand over her heart. How was she supposed to respond to his self-assured question? He already knocked the wind out of her by admitting that he loved her, and now this?
Gojo creeped forward, a bashful, and somehow boyish demeanor in his walk. A faint blush caressed the apple of his cheeks, his eyes seemingly dilated as his lips pursed.
She was the cutest little thing he'd ever seen, and he wanted to bury himself into her.
(Y/n) took a step back, placing herself over the threshold and into her bedroom. Gojo took another cautious step forward, their awkward lover's tango, a dance to reminisce.
(Y/n) could feel her soul's essence crawl into herself. "I've never actually..." She mumbled. "I know it seems like it...but I haven't."
One step back, a hesitant one forward.
"That doesn't matter to me."
The back of (Y/n)'s legs hit the edge of her bed, causing her legs to bend to its will. She plopped down on the bed, shoveling her hair behind her face to cool it.
Satoru stood above her, her eyes locked onto him. Her nervous system was craving for his touch the moment he asked the question. She could feel her nipples pulsate under the fabric, butterflies cursing her stomach.
"It doesn't?"
He shook his head at her question, a fire burning within him he wanted to share with her.
"(Y/n)..." He whispered softly, searching her (e/c) eyes.
"Yes?"
He reached out to her. She placed her soft hand onto his, the delicacy of her body a tale tell sign of her valued preciousness.
