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Yuji sat cross-legged on the floor, drinking water in long gulps from a bottle . His school uniform disheveled and damp with sweat, his chest still heaving from the intense training session that had just ended.
The afternoon sun had softened into a warm, golden haze, filtering through the windows of Jujutsu High's training hall and casting long, lazy shadows across the polished wooden floor
Across from him,stood Gojo Sensei looking impossibly pristine after having effortlessly dodged every single one of Yuji's attacks for the past hour.
He leaned against the wall, with his characteristic languid grace, arms crossed, lips curved in a perpetual smirk that Yuji had come to know (and love) well. The black blindfold wrapped around his upper face.
Yuji's eyes kept drifting to that blindfold. He'd wondered about it since his first day they met, through every training session, class,every mission, every casual encounter in the hallways.
How did it work? How could someone fight with such impossible precision, dodge attacks from every angle, perceive threats miles away, all while wearing something that should render them completely blind?
Of course he heard about the six eyes but never get to know exactly how it works,he was afraid to ask because Sensei might be reluctant to say anything Sukuna could use against him.
"Gojo-sensei," Yuji finally said, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. "Can I ask you something?"
Gojo tilted his head grin widening. "You just did, Yuji. But I'll allow a follow-up.Or are you ready for another round?"He asked, clearly eager.
Yuji huffed a small laugh. "What ? No! Seriously, though. Your blindfold. How do you see with it? Is there some kind of trick? Like, is it made of something super thin that's see-through from your side?"
For a moment, Gojo was silent. Then that grin transformed into something more mysterious.His posture shifted, pushing off from the wall with a fluid grace that made Yuji's stomach do something strange and not so unwelcome.
"Come here," Gojo said, his voice dropping to a lower register. He beckoned with one long finger. "Closer."
Yuji's heart stuttered. He told himself it was just anticipation, just curiosity about the answer.
He scrambled to his feet and walked over until he stood just before his teacher.
Up close like this, I can see the way it wraps around his head, the little creases where it bends. His eyelashes brush against it when he blink,he is so... How is that attractive? How is any of this attractive? He's my teacher. He's a man. This is so wrong. But looking at him makes my chest feel tight in a way that is so amazing!
He was beautiful with the blindfold
Yuji realized, his thoughts tumbling over themselves.
In a different way. The mystery of it, the way it made him seem untouchable and dangerous. The way it drew your eye to his mouth, his jaw, the curve of his neck. He's just... beautiful. Period. There's no escaping it.
Gojo's hands came up slowly, almost theatrically.Fingers hooked under the edge of the blindfold, and with a deliberate slowness that made Yuji's breath catch in anticipation as he pulled it away.
The first thing Yuji noticed was how Gojo's eyes immediately squeezed shut, his brow furrowing slightly. He brought one hand up to rub at his closed lids, massaging gently as if easing tension that had built up over hours. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips.
"Ah," Gojo breathed "That's better."
Then his eyes opened.
Itadori forgot how to breathe.
They weren't just blue. They were the blue of a winter sky at twilight, something infinite and cosmic that had no place in a human face. They seemed to glow from within, not with reflected light but with their own ethereal luminescence, as if they held captured starlight. The color was so intense, so impossibly vivid, that Yuji felt like he was falling into them, like there was no bottom, no end to their depths.
Around the edges of the irises, almost too faint to notice, was the barest hint of silver—not quite white, not quite blue, but something in between that made the eyes seem to be outlined in moonlight. It gave them an ethereal quality, as if they weren't entirely contained by Gojo's face, as if they might drift free and float away into some higher dimension.
The lashes that framed them were long and pale, white as snow, and they cast the tiniest shadows on the skin beneath—shadows that seemed to dance as Gojo blinked.
And freed from the blindfold's concealment, Gojo's face was revealed in its full, devastating beauty. The sharp line of his jaw, the elegant curve of his lips, the pale skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon light—he looked less like a sorcerer and more like something from an ancient painting, a being of such delicate, refined beauty that it seemed almost cruel to trap it in a mortal form.
His features held a vulnerability an openness that made him look both powerful and impossibly fragile at the same time.
Yuji's heart was pounding so hard he was certain Gojo could hear it. Heat crept up his neck, flooded his cheeks. He knew—had known for weeks now, maybe months—that his feelings for his teacher went far beyond the normal student-teacher admiration. It was a crush, pure and simple, and entirely inappropriate, undeniable.
He remembered his female classmates back in Sendai, the ones who would giggle and whisper about the young science teacher, swooning over his kind smile and how he explained everything. Yuji had never understood it then, had thought it was silly and distracting.
Now that changed completely.
But that science teacher had been ordinary. Nice-looking, certainly, but in a normal, human way.
He hadn't possessed eyes that held the cosmos. He hadn't moved with the lethal grace of the world's strongest sorcerer. He hadn't smiled at you and made your entire body feel like it was dissolving into warm honey,like you just ascended to another plane of existence.
This crush was exquisite and terrible, and Yuji knew it could never be anything more than what it was—a private, precious secret he would carry with him through whatever battles lay ahead. The wrongness of it only made it more intense, more consuming.
Gojo's luminous eyes studied him for a long moment, and Yuji felt utterly exposed, as if every thought, every feeling, was laid bare .
Those galaxies swirled, those nebulae shifted, and Yuji had the distinct impression that Gojo could see not just his surface thoughts but every hidden corner of his soul.
"See something you like, Yuji ?" words were light, casual.
Before Itadori could formulate any kind of response, Gojo moved.
One moment he was in front of Yuji, the next, he was gone from the field of vision entirely.
Then he felt it—a warm presence behind him, so close that the heat of the man's body seeped through the back of Yuji's uniform.
He stiffened instantly, every nerve ending in his body suddenly alive and tingling. His back was ramrod , his hands frozen at his sides,he could sense the immense power held in careful check just behind him, could feel the weight of that cosmic gaze.
The warmth of his breath stirring the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
Then,Gojo's hands came up.
Itadori watched them appear on either side of his face—those long, elegant fingers moving with deliberate slowness. In one hand, Gojo held the blindfold.
His blindfold
It was just against his skin, touching his face, touching those eyes, and now— the fabric settle gently over his own eyes.
The world became darkness,blindfold was soft against his skin, warm and it carried the faintest scent—something clean and subtle.
I'm wearing something that's his!
Something that's been against his cheeks, his temples, his eyelids. Something that has felt the brush of those cute little lashes. Something that has touched the skin around those godly eyes.
The thought was so dizzying that the boy felt lightheaded.
The teacher fingers lingered at the back of Yuji's head, adjusting the blindfold with tender care. The touch of his fingertips against pink hair, against the nape of his neck.
"There," Gojo's voice was right at his ear, a low murmur . The warmth of his breath ghosted across Yuji's cheek, making him shiver. "Take a good look. Any tiny holes? Any sneaky little gaps where light might get through?"
"N-nothing," Yuji managed "It's completely black."
He felt Gojo's soft chuckle more than heard it.
"Good," Gojo murmured, and there was something in his voice—a pleased, almost predatory quality—that made Yuji's stomach flip again. "Now you understand the first part."
Yuji waited for the blindfold to be removed, for the world to return, for the intensity to ease.
It didn't come.
Instead, he felt Gojo's presence shift behind him. The warmth at his back diminished slightly, and Yuji heard the soft sound of footsteps—deliberate, slow—moving around him.
Gojo was walking.
Circling him.
Yuji stood frozen, blindfolded, as he heard those footsteps trace a slow arc around his body. Left to right, behind to front, the sound of leather soles on wooden floor marking Gojo's progress. He couldn't see anything, couldn't track the movement, could only listen and feel and wait.
The footsteps stopped directly in front of him.
Yuji could feel Gojo's presence there now—that same warmth, that same weight of attention, but from the front. He knew those cosmic eyes were on him, studying him.
"The trick," Gojo's voice came from directly ahead, a low purr that wrapped around Yuji in the darkness, "is that there is no trick. This is to help me not see."
Then the footsteps started again.
"My eyes—the Six Eyes—they're a gift from my clan. A gift and a curse, tied to the star plasma vessel." Gojo's voice came from Yuji's left side now, close and intimate. "They don't see the world like you do. They see everything. The truth of things."
Yuji could track them by sound, by the faint shift of air as Gojo passed, by the way his body instinctively turned slightly to follow the movement even though he could see nothing.
"Right now, I can see you, of course." The voice was behind him now, "But I also see every flicker of your cursed energy, every tiny fluctuation. I see the way your heart is racing." A soft chuckle from somewhere to his right. "I see the way your temperature has gone up. I see the blush spreading across your cheeks."
Yuji's face burned hotter. Of course Gojo could see all of that. Of course he would mention it.
"I see the residual energy clinging to the floor from our training. I see the barrier around this school, each individual thread of woven energy. I see curses moving in the city miles away. I see the very building blocks of jujutsu, the fundamental nature of reality itself."
A pause.
"I see every infinite information. Constant. Every second of every day." Gojo's voice moved with him, wrapping around Yuji in his darkness. "Imagine trying to have a conversation while standing in a hurricane. Imagine trying to sleep while a thousand televisions play at full volume all around you. The blindfold—or my sunglasses—they're like a dimmer switch. They filter out most of the input, turn the hurricane into a breeze, so I can function. So I can exist without my mind being consumed by the sheer volume of it all."
Yuji swallowed hard. "So you see... everything like even particles ?"
"Everything," Gojo confirmed from somewhere behind him. His voice softened further, but the teasing edge remained. "The beautiful and the terrible. The things people want me to see, and the things they hide." A pause, and Yuji heard the footsteps circle to his left. "The things they might not even know they're showing."
A warm hand settled briefly on Yuji's shoulder as Gojo passed behind him—a touch that lasted only a moment.
"The infinite complexity of existence, always, forever.Including exactly how flustered my favorite student gets when I stand too close.That's why I became a believer of the one God or something like that, The Original Source. Such perfection, such timing can't be a coincidence. " The voice was soft, thoughtful.
Yuji made a strangled sound "Sensei..." Oh, this was turning into a more esoteric and profound conversation.
"Mm?" The sound came from directly behind him, close to his ear. Yuji could feel Gojo's presence there, warm and solid, could feel breath stirring his hair.
Okay, talk about something else, distract him
"What about the others?" Yuji asked quickly, desperate to steer the conversation somewhere, anywhere, that didn't focus on how flustered he was. "Other people in your clan with these eyes?"
"Yes. The Six Eyes appears sporadically in the Gojo clan,as I said tied to the Star Vessel. To Tengen-sama ,you may see her one day, hopefully!"
I wonder if they were as beautiful as him.
Yuji thought.
If they had the same delicate features, the same impossible eyes that held galaxies. But it doesn't matter. They weren't him. They weren't Gojo Satoru, my teacher, circling me in the darkness, telling me secrets, letting me see a glimpse of his infinity.
"Each of them had to find their own way to deal with it," Gojo continued, his voice moving with him. Sometimes close, sometimes farther, but always present. "Some tried to embrace it fully. They wore no blindfolds, no filters. They walked through the world with their eyes wide open, trying to process everything."
A sigh from his teacher.
"It never ended well. They became recluses, driven mad by the ceaseless input. They couldn't distinguish between important and trivial, between near and far. They'd see the cursed energy of a single ant and the formation of a distant star with the same impossible clarity. Their minds would shatter. They'd spend their days muttering about patterns in dust motes, lost to a world only they could see."
I can understand why. If I had to see everything, all the time, with eyes like that... I'd probably break too. Those eyes aren't made for ordinary perception. They're made for something beyond. Something godly.
"But Gojo-sensei isn't like that. He's here, he's sane, he's the strongest. And he wears that blindfold. That blindfold that makes him look so... so..."
The footsteps resumed, circling to his left.
Me? Sane? My poor Yuji! So cute!
"Others found different solutions." Gojo's voice came from that side, weaving history and tragedy "One ancestor created intricate blindfolds from very expensive silk, inscribed with cursed seals. They were so effective at suppressing the information that he lived a relatively normal life. But he also dimmed his own power significantly. He chose peace over strength."
As he spoke, Yuji felt a hand brush his hip—casual, intimate, devastating.
Silk blindfolds, Yuji thought, trying desperately to focus on anything other than that touch, that circling, that constant awareness. Probably beautiful. But not as beautiful as the simple black one that Gojo-sensei wears. Not as beautiful as the way it contrasts with his white hair, the way it frames his face, the way it makes you desperate to see what's underneath—and now I know. Now I've seen. Now I'll never forget.
"Oh there's another—from a more ruthless era—had her own eyes surgically sealed when there was no anesthesia after she accomplished her mission. A permanent solution. But she was still paranoid. She had the eyes of every portrait in the Gojo estate gouged out. Couldn't stand the feeling of even painted eyes upon her. She lived her entire life in self-imposed darkness, served only by those she trusted implicitly."
Gojo's chest nearly touched Yuji's back.
"Powerful. But lonely."
Yuji thought about that—a life lived in fear of sight itself. It was tragic beyond words.
But Gojo-sensei isn't lonely like that.
He has us. He has me. He stands close to me like this. Maybe that's the difference. Maybe that's why he's the strongest—not just because of his power, but because he hasn't let it isolate him. Because he still trusts people enough to take off his blindfold and let them see.
"There were others .One used special glasses that shifted the information into something his mind could process differently like Ol' me! Others trained from childhood to build mental walls, to compartmentalize the infinite input. Some succeeded. Many failed. The history of the Gojo clan is written in the struggles of those who bore these eyes."
"And you, sensei?" Yuji asked softly, his voice steadier than he felt. "How do you deal with it? Is this thing enough?"
The teacher's hands squeezed gently, this time, on Yuji's arm.
"Me? I found a middle ground. A simple, modern solution. It turns the volume down to manageable levels. Enough to function, enough to be myself. When I was a child, I used believe I could handle it, I wore nothing to protect my vision and was constantly scolded because of that . Silly me! And instead of being overwhelmed, I learned to use it. That infinite information isn't a curse that drives me mad. It's a weapon that makes me the strongest." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle "Those ancestors, they let the gift define them. They feared it, hid from it, or were consumed by it. But me? I made it mine. It doesn't control me. I control it. That's the difference between a burden and a blessing."
He then caressed Itadori's covered eyes"Which brings me to this! Funny enough, I found this in a sex shop."
The words hung in the air, completely at odds with the profound lesson that had come before.
"What?"
"Yup!" Gojo beamed "You see, I was tracking a curse that was using... ahem... potent emotional residue as a breeding ground. But in the back, hidden behind the feather ticklers and the 'Love Lube 3000,' with a 47-centimeter,like for real? huge plastic cock was this little guy.And it hit me! This is why I always say there are no coincidences. You can find the best things in the most unexpected places! Profound life lesson, right, my favorite student? Oh, don't let your dirty mind make out scenarios! "
But Yuji wasn't listening. A hot, prickly feeling, sharp and unwelcome, was coiling in his gut. A sex shop. Gojo Satoru, his teacher, his mentor, was in a sex shop.
But for a job he had said .
His mind, traitor that it was, immediately supplied a series of images he did not want. Gojo, leaning against a shelf of dubious products, that smile playing on his lips as he talked to... someone. A lover. Maybe someone tall and elegant. Or someone mysterious and strong. Someone who wasn't a fifteen-year-old boy with a monster inside him. He was picturing Gojo browsing, picking something up with a teasing remark for them.
The thought was like swallowing glass. It was irrational. It was stupid. It was jealousy, pure and simple, it burned.
He tried to shove the intrusive thoughts down, deep down into the same pit where he kept his fear of Sukuna. But they clawed their way back up, a persistent, irritating itch.
"So..." Yuji forced out, his voice a little too high, a little too strained. He shrugged out from under Gojo's touch"it was job."
Gojo's grin somehow widened, sensing blood in the water. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Why, Itadori-kun, are you asking for a recommendation?"
"NO! That's not—I wasn't—!" Yuji sputtered, waving his hands frantically. "I was just asking if you, you know, frequented them!"
"Hmm," Gojo hummed, tapping a finger to his chin in a parody of deep thought "No, I said it was just a tiny job, as sorcerers sometimes we found ourselves in strange places ."
Yuji didn't said anything again.
"Ara? What's with the long face, Yuji? You look like someone just told you all the world's sukiyaki had been cancelled."
The other just shook his head, mute.
"Ahahaha! Oh, man! Your face! Priceless!" Yuji thought he was safe with the thing on but it seemed Sensei can see it anyways.
"Don't worry. My love life is a far bigger mystery . And infinitely more dangerous." He tapped him on the forehead. "Now, it is time."
Then he felt Gojo's hands at the back of his head, fingers finding the edge of the blindfold.
"Now," Gojo murmured, his voice holding that teasing edge again, "let's see that face. I'm sure it's even redder than I can sense."
The blindfold was whisked away.
Itadori blinked in the sudden return of golden light.
Gojo's head tilted, that familiar smirk playing at his lips.
"Ah," the white haired man breathed, his voice soft with satisfaction. "Just as I thought. Adorable."
Yuji's face became a tomato.
I'll remember this moment. His hands on my shoulders. His voice in my ear, circling me in the darkness. His secrets shared with me. And I'll remember those eyes—those beautiful, terrible, godly eyes that I was privileged to see.
Gojo's gaze met Yuji's .
And in that moment, winked.
Actually winked.
But there was something in the curve of his lips now, something knowing and pleased.
Yuji stared, his heart stuttering.
He definitely enjoying this.
" You know I'm doing a great favor. Can't have these getting too much sunlight, They're sensitive,so,so sensitive. Well... any other questions, Yuji?" Gojo asked, his voice light, playful. " About anything at all?
Yes,he have a question that had been building .
"Sensei," the boy's voice quiet but steady. "Can I ask you something? Something... different?"
"You know I love questions. Ask away."
He took a breath. Then another.
"You... you can see everything, right? You said so. You see my cursed energy, my heartbeat, my temperature. You see..." He swallowed hard. "You see how flustered I get. You see how I react when you stand close, when you touch me, when you—" He gestured vaguely, helplessly. "When you're you."
The older man tilted his head slightly.
"So you must know," Yuji continued, his voice growing rougher. "You must know that I—that my feelings for you aren't—" He broke off, frustrated.
Yuji felt exposed, vulnerable, like he'd stripped away all his defenses and laid his heart bare before those all-seeing eyes.
Sensei's expression was unreadable for a long moment. Yuji had no idea what he was thinking.
"You think I'm disgusting? For feeling this?"
The words came out smaller than he intended, younger, more scared. He hated how they sounded, but he couldn't take them back.
Gojo's eyes widened and shook his head. Slowly, deliberately, his white hair catching the light with the movement.
"Not at all," he said "Not even a little bit."
One hand came up, and Yuji watched as fingers reached toward his face and cupped his cheek.
The touch was gentle, warm, achingly tender. Gojo's palm rested against Yuji's flushed skin, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing path across his cheekbone.
"As a matter of fact I think it's cute."
"C-cute?"
"Mm-hmm." Gojo's thumb continued its gentle path, back and forth, back and forth. "Endearing. Precious, even. You're not disgusting, Yuji. You're human. And humans feel things. Complicated things. Inappropriate things. That doesn't make them disgusting. It just makes them human."
Yuji felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
"But," Gojo continued, his voice still soft, "I should be honest with you. This—" he gestured vaguely between them, "—this feeling you have? It will pass."
"You... you think so?"
"I assure you. I've been around a longer than you, Yuji. I've seen a lot of things, felt a lot of things, watched a lot of people feel things." His smile turned slightly wistful. "Crushes on teachers? On people who can't—or shouldn't—reciprocate? They happen. They're practically a rite of passage. And they pass. They always pass."
He leaned closer, and Yuji's breath caught at the sudden proximity.
"One day," Gojo continued, "you'll meet someone your own age. Someone who can look at you the way you deserve to be looked at. Someone who can hold your hand , who can introduce you to their friends, who can love you back without any of the complications." His thumb brushed away a tear Yuji hadn't realized had escaped. "And when that happens, this little crush on your annoying teacher will feel like a distant memory. A sweet one, maybe. But hey! being single is not that bad either ."
The younger one wanted to argue, wanted to say that no one could ever compare, that these feelings were too big, too real to ever fade
"You really think so?" he managed instead.
"I know so," Gojo said softly. "I've seen it happen a hundred times. It happened to me!" His smile widened slightly. "Besides, I'm far too much trouble for anyone to handle long-term. You'd get bored of me eventually."
A wet laugh escaped Yuji despite himself. "I would never. I seriously doubt that."
Satoru's expression sparkled ,swirling with mirth. "See? Already you're proving my point. You think I'm amazing now, but wait until you have to deal with me every single day for years. I can't sleep much at night,I like taking naps during the day, similar to a newborn.I'm chaos. I hate folding clothes, replacing the water in the refrigerator, washing dishes . I eat all the good snacks and never replace them—" He shuddered dramatically suddenly his expression turned serious. "I'm extremely, insanely jealous. If you fall into my clutches, you'll never escape. Trust me, your future self will thank you for moving on."
Yuji stared then smirked, and it felt like something tight in his chest was loosening.
"You are ridiculous."
"Ridiculously handsome, yes. Ridiculously charming, absolutely." Gojo's thumb traced one last path across Yuji's cheek. "But also, apparently, ridiculously good at giving heartfelt advice to adorable students."
He started to pull back, to remove his hand, to end the moment.
"Sensei," he breathed, the word barely a whisper.
Gojo leaned in again.
Yuji's eyes widened. His breath stopped entirely. He watched as that beautiful face came closer, closer, those eyes half-lidded, those lips parting slightly—
A soft sound escaped from his throat. Something between a gasp and a squeak, high-pitched and utterly embarrassing.
Then he felt it.
Warm lips pressed against his burning cheek. Soft, gentle, lingering just long enough to be deliberate, not long enough to be anything more. A kiss. A kiss on his cheek, from Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, the most beautiful human Yuji had ever seen.
"Muack!"
Yuji's entire body froze. His heart stopped, then restarted at double speed.
Gojo pulled back slowly.
"There.A consolation prize. For being so brave and honest and—" he tapped Yuji's nose lightly, "—absolutely adorable."
Yuji stared at him, utterly speechless. His hand came up, almost without his permission, to touch the spot where Gojo's lips had been. His cheek still tingled.
"I—" he started, then stopped. Started again. "You—"
"Cat got your tongue, Yuji? That's recurrent. "
"I can't—" Yuji's voice cracked, and he had to clear his throat. "I can't believe you just—"
"Kissed my favorite student on the cheek because he was being brave and honest?" Gojo finished for him "Seems perfectly reasonable to me."He reached out and tucked a strand of pink hair behind Yuji's ear, the gesture so tender it made Yuji's heart ache.
"Remember what I said," Gojo murmured. "This feeling will pass. And when it does, you'll find someone wonderful. Someone who can love you back the way you deserve." His fingers lingered at Yuji's ear, so warm. "But until then... know that you're not disgusting. You're not wrong."
Yuji nodded, not trusting his voice and was gifted a smile—warm and genuine—and the owner finally stepped back.
"Now," he said, his voice shifting back toward its usual teasing lilt, "I should probably put this back on before my eyes overwhelm me ,I hate the headaches. "
"Sensei..."
"Sir?" Gojo's eyes sparkled as he raised the blindfold.
"Thank you," Yuji said softly. "For... for not thinking I'm disgusting. For being kind. For—" He touched his cheek again, where the warmth of the kiss still lingered. "For that."
"No problemo!"
He settle the object over his eyes, with easy, practiced movement.
"Same time tomorrow for training?" he asked "We've got a lot of work to do before that mission."
Yuji nodded, a small smile tugging at his own lips. "Yeah. Same time."
"Good." Gojo turned and walked toward the door, that casual, graceful stride. At the doorway, he paused and looked back over his shoulder.
"And Yuji?"
"Yeah?"
"That cheek is still red, by the way. You might want to let it cool down before you go anywhere." Another wink—even through the blindfold, Yuji could tell. "Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."
"Y-yes, Sensei."
He was alone.
Yuji sat down heavily on the floor, pressing his hands to his burning cheeks.
He was so, so screwed.