"What is it that you want?"
Because that was what this was about wasn't it? He wanted something. The main family never disdained to speak to the lower members without a need and Gojo Satoru was not about to be the exception.
"I'm going to recommend...
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A quick rinse and brisk wash before the hot spring was enough to scrub the moment off his skin. Gojo was content to walk out into the outdoor baths with only a towel wrapped low around his waist, telling himself he wasn't so much looking for her as he was being aware of her. She was easy enough to spot, the whole place was empty by design. For better curse exorcising only, of course. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, towel discarded off to the side as she sank all the way up to her chin in the murky, herbal infused water.
For an ordinary person, It would have been enough to obscure her body from their eyes.
But he was anything but ordinary.
Ah. That's why you wanted to bathe alone.
And to his credit, he went back and slid into the water at the far side of the pool behind a row of decorative rocks that divided the two areas. Most likely one spot was designated male or female, but when it was only the two of you it hardly mattered.
"Gojo?" Her voice rose over the wall quietly, a slight quiver at the edge.
She was making it really really hard to be good. He slid down further into the water, waiting right at the edge, still as he could.
"I know that's you, fucker, don't try to scare me."
What a mouth.
"... Gojo?"
He heard another half mumbled curse and the sound of her whipping the towel into the water with her. Then right before she came around he took in a breath and slipped beneath the water without even leaving a ripple.
Even under the hazy water he could see her, eyes alert, skin so warm it practically radiated heat— the towel soaking through and clinging to every curve of her. She was just too much— and he subtly shifted his cursed energy to teleport himself right over to the opposite side.
Breaching the water and taking in a breath, he lazed back against the edge of the pool as if he had been there since the start. And when she came back around the corner, looking perplexed and wary, he almost got a truly unhindered eyeful as she went to take off her towel without looking.
He whistled.
She screeched.
"Decided to join me, huh?"
The look of confusion on her face was worth the convoluted prank, the realization dawning in her eyes even more so. Her expression was teetering right onto that edge where her temper waited, a short push away. Wind her up and watch her go.
"There are easier ways of seeing me naked, ya know." She said, trying to keep her voice stern and disinterested even as he could clearly see the pulse point in her neck beating rapidly. She didn't take off her towel though, tucking the corner in and wearing it back into the pool.
"Not supposed to bring fabrics into the water."
"Good thing we are the only ones here then."
"For now." He said, overtly and dramatically ominous. Granted, any surge of cursed energy she would notice, let alone him. So far there was definitely something— the barest trace of dread. The scent of rot, of old water. It was faint and clearly not yet entirely obvious to her. Gojo had sensed it before they even left the parking lot.
"Hush. I'm ignoring you." She mumbled, closing her eyes and settling in on the small bench that ran the edge of the pool. Beads of sweat were prickling out near her hairline, dotting between her brows— she must have been sensitive to warmer temperatures, that explained how easily her whole body responded to heat— even the kind that came from her own blood pressure.
He let her have a few moments. The soft sound of chimes, of the breeze and the water lulling the tension form her limbs and her face. He crossed the bare distance between them, knew she knew he was there, and yet still she ignored him.
Gojo set his hands on either side of the ledge, caging her in, leaning down. Her brow only flinched slightly, that full, soft bottom lip pursing. He wanted to bite it. Kiss it. Make her open her eyes and say his name— and her eyes did open just barely, sleepily.
"... pay attention to me." He breathed and watched the goosebumps break out over her skin and knowing for a fact they had nothing to do whatsoever with her being cold. How did she keep it together so well? It had only been a few weeks, but it never took more than a few hours for him to get someone into his bed. At this rate, he'd settle for a touch, a glance. A kiss felt nearly too scandalous to wish for and yet...
"What is it that you want?" She said on an exhale, a repeat of the words she had spoken at the start. Broken records, the two of them.
What he wanted was to stop feeling this way. Like his infinity was going to collapse in on him and crush his body into nothing every time you looked at him— looked away from him. He wanted to give his younger self the satisfaction of watching you fall apart under his touch, to hear you whisper the sweetest pleads and praises against his skin— hell, he wanted that satisfaction too.
Because he was attracted to you. Because you were Limitless. Because you destroyed a thousand year old statute and showed him there was a badness under that veneer just like his, waiting to break free. And mostly, because when you looked at him he sometimes swore you were actually seeing him...
...and just like that, he was so wrapped up with everything he wanted he nearly forgot to keep his attention on the things that he needed to. Like the cursed energy building up to manifest right there in the water with the two of you.
