Did You Do It?

"I don't want to go back tonight!"

Sitting on Gojo Satoru's bed, as if she had made up her mind, Amikura Mako said firmly.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru raised a hand to his forehead, looking a bit helpless.

"You're really something, you know!"

With that, he took off his shirt, baring his upper body.

Sharp muscle lines, smooth shoulder contours, perfect abdominal muscles and hip lines—it was breathtaking. His whole body radiated vibrant, energetic muscle, always giving a sense of strength, resilience, vitality, and cohesion.

Staring at those perfect muscles, Amikura Mako couldn't help but blush furiously. She covered her eyes with her hands, but then spread her fingers, sneaking peeks.

Feeling a little shy, she thought to herself, 'Satoru-kun seems even more eager than me!'

"Sh-should I take off my clothes first?"

"Or... or does Satoru-kun want to warm up a bit first?"

Shameless words tumbled out of her mouth, trembling.

Seeing his childhood friend like this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but find it amusing.

'She's really cute!'

Still, he smiled and tapped her forehead with two fingers.

He explained, "What's going on in that head of yours? I'm just going to take a shower.

We've got class tomorrow, you know. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to get out of bed?"

"No!"

Amikura Mako answered instinctively.

But when she realized what she'd said, her face turned even redder. She buried her face in the pillow, squirming restlessly.

Seeing her like that, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but give a wry smile.

"Honestly."

With that, he walked into the bathroom.

The dorm bed was a single, but for the two of them lying in each other's arms, it didn't feel cramped at all.

Amikura Mako pressed her cheek against Gojo Satoru's chest, the lower half of her body also draped over him, quietly feeling his heartbeat.

After a while, She lifted her head, looked into his eyes, and said with some wonder, "No matter how I look at it, it's incredible! To think there are eyes this beautiful, and a face too—even fairer than a girl's."

Hearing the compliment, Gojo Satoru didn't act modest. Instead, he grinned mischievously and asked, "So the rest of me isn't good-looking?"

As if recalling the body she'd seen earlier, Amikura Mako's face instantly flushed. She quickly buried her face back into his chest.

A little later, Amikura Mako's somewhat emotional voice came again from within his embrace, "It feels like a dream!

Just this morning, I was worried you wouldn't want me and would end up with Kamuro-san, and now here I am lying in your arms."

The atmosphere was a bit intimate, but he didn't plan to lie. He admitted directly, "I did get together with her.

But she's still a bit shy."

"Huh? Then what are we now!?"

Hearing something different from what she'd imagined, Amikura Mako grew flustered, her surprised voice sounding rushed.

But then, as if realizing something, she asked directly, "Did you two do it?"

Seeing how anxious she was, Gojo Satoru no longer felt like teasing her.

"Not yet. We've only hugged, and the most we've done is kiss."

Hearing this, Amikura Mako sat up straight on his waist, looking him in the eyes without a hint of hesitation, and said seriously, "Then I'm going to be the first!"

Satoru-kun is so outstanding—it makes sense that many people would like him.

I don't expect Satoru-kun to only like me, either.

But!

I don't want to be ranked behind anyone else!"

She had already fallen for him beyond recovery, and separating would be too painful for her.

He had been so exceptional since childhood; it would be unrealistic if he only liked her.

After all, she didn't seem to have any particular strengths—if not for being childhood friends, she might not even have had a chance.

But! Even if she couldn't be the only one, she would at least be first!

Stared down by her resolute gaze, Gojo Satoru couldn't bring himself to refuse, but he still reminded her, "Are you sure? There's no rush—we still have class tomorrow."

"No! It has to be now. I don't want to wait any longer!"

"Alright, but the first time will hurt a bit. If you can't take it, make sure to tell me."

Seeing how determined she was, he couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so he could only offer a gentle warning.

"It's fine!"

Amikura Mako said as she reached her hand toward his pants.

Feeling the sensation at his groin, Gojo Satoru decided not to hold back any longer.

He flipped over and pinned her beneath him, looking straight into her eyes as he pressed his lips to hers, his right hand roaming over her body.

Morning came, and Amikura Mako woke from her sleep, feeling a tearing pain down below, a lingering fear in her heart.

'I passed out—how embarrassing!'

She quickly glanced around but didn't see him, so she called out anxiously, "Satoru-kun?!"

"Hold on, breakfast is almost ready. Lie down a bit longer."

He hadn't left.

A gentle voice came from the kitchen.

Hearing his voice, Amikura Mako lay back down in relief. Her body couldn't move at all now—even the slightest friction was too much.

After a while, Gojo Satoru carried a tray of freshly made breakfast to the bedside.

He set the tray on the table beside the bed, then gently helped her sit up against the headboard.

Looking at the lavish breakfast he'd prepared—bread, eggs, milk, miso soup, fresh cream pancakes, everything imaginable—

Amikura Mako asked curiously, "Can we really finish all this?"

"It's fine. Since I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for, I made a bit of everything. Whatever you leave, I'll take care of."

Hearing his indulgent words, Amikura Mako felt a pang of guilt.

"Satoru-kun, I'm sorry.

I can't seem to do anything right—I was the one who asked for this, and I still passed out!"

Seeing her apologetic expression, Gojo Satoru just gently stroked her head and said softly, "Don't worry about it. Holding out for half an hour on your first time at that scale is pretty good.

Eat breakfast first. I'll wash the sheets and then head to class. Call in and take another day off—rest here today. I'll be back by noon."

He didn't use Reverse Cursed Technique to heal her; the first experience often left the deepest impression, and there was no need to miss that for a few classes. He could always help her catch up later.

Him comforting her like that, Amikura Mako didn't say anything more sentimental—just nodded.

"Let me feed you."

With that, he picked up the miso soup from the side.

At the entrance of Class D, first year, morning.

Just as class was about to start, "Bam!!"

"Good morning, my dear classmates! Miss me?"

A familiar scene unfolded as Gojo Satoru flung the front door open with force, leaped inside, and cheerfully greeted the whole class with a loud voice.

"Good morning! Mysterious boy!"

Unlike before, this time Koenji Rokusuke actually responded.

"Huh!? Mysterious, huh... that's really embarrassing!"

Seeing Gojo Satoru in his sunglasses striking poses, most students were thinking the same thing.

'What are you doing with that handsome face of yours!'