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"teacher……"
Hipper's tone was a little unnatural, and his eyes were even more vague.
"Hmm?" The man deliberately moved closer, his palm against her forehead, a playful smile in his eyes, "Have you started to have a fever?"
He knew she was just nervous, but he still misinterpreted her words. He stroked her burning earlobe with his thumb, his voice lowered to a whisper: "Don't worry, I have some fever-reducing medicine at home."
There's no way to avoid it, so I have to go ahead with it.
Pretending to be calm, she took the key out of his pocket, and to appear nonchalant, she even opened and ate a candy that came with it.
The sound of the keychain colliding was particularly crisp in the silence.
As the metal tip inserted into the keyhole, Hipper could clearly hear his own accelerated heartbeat.
It's just opening a door, calm down.
"Yeah, push the door open, I don't have my hands free." The man rubbed Hipper's cheek affectionately, and the water droplets on the ends of her hair slid along her neckline into her collar.
Hipper, who was unable to open her eyes due to the rubbing, could only hear him urging her with a smile: "Hurry up, you're all wet."
Then don't rub it.
With a slight pressure from his fingertips, the door hinge made a slight sound. Gojo Satoru carried her into the dark room, and when he entered, his heels clicked lightly, and the door closed tightly.
So quiet.
There was no light in the room, only scattered moonlight leaking in from the window. But Hipper could clearly feel the gaze falling on her, wandering silently in the darkness with undisguised joy.
Like being watched.
but--
Who is playing tricks on whom this time?
The vibrations in his chest betrayed the fact of his muffled laughter.
Hipper curled up quietly, pursed her lips, and buried her face in her knees. She knew that 90% of the responsibility lay on her, and she had done something wrong and refused to admit it, but at this moment she just didn't want to look up at this man.
"Okay, I'll get a towel." But she didn't expect the man to put her on the floor and take out a pair of slippers that had been prepared long ago from the entrance for her to change into.
Uh, this size shoe fits perfectly. Was this planned?
Even after putting on her slippers, Hipper was still in a daze. This, this development was completely different from what she had imagined! She had expected a lecture, but it was just being brushed aside so lightly?
Gojo Satoru took out a new towel from the bedroom closet, and when he came back he found Hipper still standing there, frowning and thinking hard, without even changing his posture.
Are you surprised? Little genius.
Glancing at the towel in his hand, the words he was about to say twisted around his tongue, turning into a tentative question with a smile: "Do you want to take a shower?"
He lifted a strand of her wet hair with his fingertips and said with concern, "It's soaked."
"Hmm... Yeah."
She responded absentmindedly, seemingly not paying any attention to his question at all. She was still frowning and thinking hard, but her feet were heading naturally towards the bathroom.
The moment I stepped into the bathroom, I blurted out something like habit: "Give me the clothes——"
“!!”
Wait, wait—a shower?! Clothes?!
Isn't this completely in his rhythm?!
The person behind him hummed at the right moment, "Huh? Forgot about that." He shook the neatly folded white shirt in his hand, "Although it's my size..."
"But just make do with it?"
There was still a faint fragrance on the clothes, the same as on him.
“Satoru!!”
Oops, I'm angry.
The corners of the girl's eyes instantly turned crimson, and the shirt in her hands wrinkled. She glared at Gojo Satoru with gritted teeth, "Are you plotting against me!?"
The man just blinked innocently, but a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Hmm~ So what?"
"Don't you want to take a shower?"
He passed his arm over Hipper's ear, pressed his palm against the bathroom door and gently pushed it open for her. He said in a caring tone, "If you have anything to say, talk about it after you take a shower. Go ahead." Then he pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door.
“…”
No! Why was he being led away again?
The sound of someone humming a song in the distance came from outside the door, so pleasant that it made people angry.
After taking a shower with a head full of questions and nowhere to vent her restlessness, Hipper casually put on the shirt that could be worn as a skirt and left the bathroom without even bothering to dry her hair. The water droplets on the ends of her hair flew out in an arc as she moved, leaving a string of wet footprints on the floor.
Dare to plot against me——!
Bang!
The bedroom door was pushed open forcefully, and the culprit was leaning leisurely against the headboard with his eyes closed, resting. He lazily opened one eye when he heard the noise.
"Well, are you done washing?"
That relaxed look makes people angry.
There was a dangerous sound of grinding his back molars, and Hipper took two steps at a time and walked over, stepping onto the soft mattress.
Grabbing the man by the collar, she forced him to look up at her. The respectful title of "teacher" vanished, replaced by the full name, spoken with gritted teeth.
"Gojo Satoru!"
"You'd better—give me a reasonable explanation."
The collar was wrinkled by being grabbed, but it couldn't hide the happy smile in someone's eyes.
He slowly raised his hands in surrender, a sly glint in his eyes. His palms slid down imperceptibly, first stroking her back, and finally firmly grasping her slender waist.
"Your hair is still dripping." He applied a little force with his fingertips and pressed her to sit on his lap. "You're going to make the sheets wet."
He took the half-damp towel from Hipper's head and gently wiped it. The girl's questioning voice went in one ear and out the other, but her cheeks, puffed up by the sudden interruption of her rhythm, were more noticeable.
“Are you listening?”
Seeing that Gojo Satoru was still so nonchalant, Hipper angrily let go of his collar and grabbed his soft white hair.
The man was slightly stunned, surprised by her action, and stopped wiping his hair.
This overly intimate action made her freeze instantly, and her fingertips curled up unconsciously.
The wet touch on his fingers made Hipper realize belatedly that this action should not be used on Teacher Gojo.
She can do this to Satoru, but not to Gojo-sensei.
They are two people.
She hurriedly tried to pull her hand back, but Gojo Satoru held it down. His warm palm covered the back of her hand, firmly yet gently pressing Hipper's fingertips back to the top of her head.
She squinted her eyes and smiled brightly and comfortably.
"Have you calmed down?"
The water droplets on the ends of the hair slid down the skin that was pressed against each other, leaving dark marks on the bed sheets.
thumping--
My heart suddenly slammed against my chest, making my eardrums buzz.
The crimson color spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. At this moment when she should not waver, Hipper realized very clearly that her heart was moved.
He also noticed Hipper's unusual concentration, which was passionate, focused, and eager. Her eyelashes fluttered in panic, and just when she wanted to look away, he grabbed her chin.
"Let's take a closer look?" He smiled and leaned closer, his breath almost burning her skin.
As if being pulled by some invisible force, Hipper's gaze moved uncontrollably back to his face little by little.
Gojo Satoru continued his movements calmly, his fingers weaving through her wet hair. He was already accustomed to her gaze and had adapted well to it.
I should be angry, but why can't I look away?
The towel gently brushed past his ears, causing a slight shudder.
Every inch his fingertips moved was like a tiny electric current, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes misted uncontrollably, her cheeks burning hot. The world spun, and only the warmth of his fingertips was clear to her.
It's melting...
"Wu, I seem to have a fever."
“Woo——”
Tears rolled down his reddened eyes, and his voice whimpered. Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow at the rare sight before him, casually draping the towel over his arm.
"Fever?" He smiled lightly and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his fingertips. "No, this is my heart beating."
"Your temperature is only rising because you're actually—"
The warm breath suddenly touched the ear, causing a slight shiver.
"You're longing for me, aren't you?"
His voice was like melted chocolate, sweet yet dangerously sticky. His fingertips brushed the side of the girl's neck, leaving a burning trail.
"Isn't it? My dear little genius?"
The last three words were deliberately slowed down, as if he was spitting out something delicious.
“!!”
My body stiffened instantly and I subconsciously held my breath.
Blood rushed to his ears, burning them so much they practically steamed. The normally articulate genius was now like a system that had crashed and was unable to function.
It's such a cute reaction.
After enjoying the rare panic of the genius, Gojo Satoru finally sighed with satisfaction, held her waist with both hands and lifted her off his legs.
"Huh?"
Hipper blinked blankly, still recovering from the shock.
"Well~"
Before leaving, he rubbed her fluffy hair and said, "Calm down for a moment. If you have anything to say, let's talk after you take a shower." Then he jumped out of bed, took out his pajamas from the closet, hummed a song and walked towards the bathroom. Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn around and add, "Don't sneak away, okay?"
Her fingertips unconsciously entangled the ends of her hair—it was no longer dripping, but still had a slight damp coolness.
It tastes the same as him.
Burying my burning cheeks deep into my hair, the familiar scent of shampoo instantly enveloped my senses. My body unconsciously curled up into a ball, pulling the quilt over me like a cocoon.
The quilt is full of his scent!
It was like being completely wrapped in his world, and the sound of my heartbeat was deafening in the silence.
The person who caused your heart to race has already left the room, but just smelling the same scent makes you dizzy. You can't help but question whether this is really not a fever.
but--
The faint fragrance lingering in the hair, the scent lingering on the collar of the shirt, and even the smell permeating the bedding -
All of them smell good.
Even the fragrance of the culprit himself, which had clearly dissipated as he left, seemed to still linger on the tip of my nose.
"Won't it be stuffy? You'll be short of oxygen."
Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch above my head, and the shrouded darkness was lifted a corner. What came into view was a face with a mischievous smile.
The girl curled up in the quilt, her face flushed, biting the quilt and crying quietly.
“…”
It’s strange, why didn’t I realize before that she could cry so much?
The aroma of warm shower gel hit her face, and Hipper unconsciously curled her nose. She slowly crawled out of the bed as if bewitched, and spontaneously snuggled into his arms.
Smells so good.
She rested her forehead on the crook of his neck and took a deep breath. His warm body temperature mixed with his refreshing fragrance made her unconsciously move closer.
"Wu, it smells so good."
What fascinated her was never the artificial scents.
It was that moment—the moment when his heartbeat went out of control, and the unique breath that emanated from deep within his skin.
She remembered the taste.
“……?”
He had intentionally left her some space to calm down, but why was it that after he took a shower... Hipper became even more restless?
Her arms quietly wrapped around his waist, and her furry head began to rub restlessly against his chest. She looked intoxicated, like a cat high on catnip, even the tips of her ears were a satisfied crimson.
It's cute, but... just being cute is useless.
What an idiot! How could the smell alone possibly satisfy this craving?
"Open your mouth."
The commanding tone would have been met with a warning look under normal circumstances, but at this moment—her moist eyelashes trembling slightly, she obediently opened her lips, even actively extending the tip of her pink tongue. She cupped the man's cheeks with both hands and kissed him with unprecedented passion.
The kiss of the one you love is more intense than any stimulant.
"Look~" His fingertips entangled a strand of Hipper's hair, and delicate kisses fell on her skin, causing her to shudder.
"The teacher's cat bed—there are two cats now, huh?"
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