You Guys Did It?

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

Sitting on Gojo Satoru's bed, Amikura Mako spoke firmly, as if she'd made up her mind about something.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru raised a hand to his forehead and said helplessly,

"You're impossible."

As he spoke, he took off his shirt, baring his upper body.

His muscles had sharp, defined lines, his shoulders were smoothly contoured, and his abs and hips were perfect. His whole body seemed to radiate strength, resilience, vitality, and energy.

Looking at those perfect muscles, Amikura Mako couldn't help blushing. She covered her eyes with both hands, but spread her fingers apart and kept peeking.

She thought, bashfully,

Satoru-kun seemed even more eager than me!

"D-do I need to take my clothes off first?

O-or did Satoru-kun want to warm up a little?"

The shameless words trembled out of her mouth.

Seeing his childhood friend like this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help finding it funny.

She really was cute!

Still smiling, he tapped her forehead with two fingers.

Then he explained,

"What on earth are you thinking about? I'm just going to take a shower.

We have class tomorrow. Aren't you worried you won't be able to get out of bed?"

"I'm not!"

Amikura Mako answered without thinking.

But when she realized what she'd said, her face turned even redder. She buried it in the pillow and squirmed around.

Looking at her like that, Gojo Satoru couldn't help smiling wryly.

"Honestly."

With that, he went into the bathroom.

The dormitory beds were single beds, but the two of them lying together in each other's arms didn't feel cramped at all.

Amikura Mako rested her face against Gojo Satoru's chest, with the lower half of her body pressed against him, quietly feeling his heartbeat.

After a while,

she lifted her head and gazed into his eyes, saying with a sigh,

"No matter how I look at them, your eyes seem so unbelievable! And your face, too—you're even fairer than a girl."

Hearing the compliment, Gojo Satoru didn't act modest. Instead, he asked with a mischievous grin,

"Are the other parts not good-looking, then?"

As if remembering the body she'd seen earlier, Amikura Mako's face flushed at once. She quickly buried it in his chest again.

After a while,

Amikura Mako's wistful voice came from his arms once more.

"This feels like a dream!

Just this morning, I was worried that Satoru-kun didn't want me anymore and had gotten together with Kamuro-san. I never imagined I'd be lying in your arms now."

The atmosphere was rather intimate, but he didn't intend to lie. He admitted it outright.

"We are together.

She's just a little shy."

"Eh? Then what are we now!?"

Things were a little different from what she'd imagined, and Amikura Mako's startled voice sounded urgent.

Then, as if realizing something, she asked outright,

"Then have you two done it?"

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

"Not yet. We've only hugged, and the furthest we've gone is kissing."

At that, Amikura Mako sat straight on his waist, looked directly into his eyes, and said seriously, without a hint of hesitation,

"Then I want to be the first!

Satoru-kun is so amazing that I understand why lots of people would like you.

I'm not asking you to only like me.

But!

I don't want to come after the others!"

She'd already fallen for him completely. Being apart from him would be torture.

He'd been so outstanding from childhood onward that it hardly seemed realistic for him to like only her.

After all, she didn't seem to have any special qualities. If they weren't childhood friends, she might not even have had a chance.

But! Even if she couldn't be the only one, she wanted to be the first!

Looking into her determined eyes, Gojo Satoru couldn't bring himself to refuse, but he still reminded her,

"Are you sure? There's no need to rush. We have class tomorrow."

"No! I want it now. I don't want to wait anymore!"

"All right, then. But the first time might hurt. Be sure to tell me if you can't take it."

She was so determined that he couldn't think of a reason to refuse. He could only remind her to be careful.

"It's okay!"

As Amikura Mako spoke, she reached for his pants.

Feeling her touch below the waist, Gojo Satoru decided he couldn't hold back any longer.

He turned her over and pressed her beneath him. Looking into her eyes, he kissed her lips, while his right hand wandered over her body.

At dawn, Amikura Mako woke from her sleep and felt a tearing pain below. She was a little frightened.

I actually passed out. How embarrassing!

She quickly looked around, but couldn't see him anywhere. Anxiously, she called out,

"Satoru-kun?!"

"Just a little longer. Breakfast will be ready soon. Lie down a bit more."

He hadn't left.

His gentle voice came from the kitchen.

Hearing him, Amikura Mako lay back down, reassured. Her body really couldn't move right now; even the slightest friction was unbearable.

After a while, Gojo Satoru carried the prepared breakfast over to the bed on a tray.

He set the food on a nearby table, then gently helped her sit up and lean against the headboard.

Looking at the generous breakfast he'd prepared—bread, eggs, milk, miso soup, fresh milk pancakes, and all sorts of other things—Amikura Mako asked curiously,

"Can we really eat all this?"

"It's fine. I didn't know what you'd feel like eating, so I made a bit of everything. I'll finish whatever you leave."

Hearing his doting words, Amikura Mako felt a little apologetic.

"Satoru-kun, I'm sorry.

I feel like I can't do anything right. I was the one who brought it up, but I ended up passing out!"

Seeing her apologetic expression, Gojo Satoru gently stroked her head and said softly,

"Don't worry about it. For your first time, lasting half an hour at that intensity was already pretty impressive.

Eat breakfast first. After I wash the sheets, I'll go to class. Call and ask for another day off later. Rest here today; I'll come back at noon."

He hadn't used Reverse Cursed Technique to heal her. The first experience often left the deepest impression, and there was no need to miss out on that just to attend class. He could always help her catch up on her studies later.

Seeing how reassuring he was, Amikura Mako stopped making a fuss and simply nodded.

"I'll feed you."

With that, he picked up the miso soup beside them.

Outside the door of Class 1-D, in the morning,

just as class was about to begin,

"Bang!!"

"Good morning, dear classmates! Did you miss me?"

It was the familiar scene: Gojo Satoru flung the front door open, leaped inside, and cheerfully greeted the whole class.

"Good morning!

Mysterious boy!"

Unlike before, this time Koenji Rokusuke responded.

"Eh!? 'Mysterious' is really making me blush!"

Seeing Gojo Satoru, wearing sunglasses, posing and preening, most of the students thought,

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