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The woman on the screen keeps making pained noises and Yuuji tries not to squirm again, but it’s so very hard. He’s restless, high off the sugary drinks Gojo-sensei let him drink after dinner, and the movie they’re watching is boring.
“Is this really your favorite movie?”
“Does Yuuji not like it? We can switch to a different one if you want.” Like always, Gojo-sensei is indulgent, like he’s never angry or annoyed with Yuuji. Like all he wants is to make Yuuji happy.
It makes him feel guilty. He shouldn’t be taking advantage of sensei’s kindness this way.
Not after Gojo-sensei’s done so much for him. Taking him in while his grandpa is recovering at the hospital, feeding him and going out of his way to make Yuuji feel comfortable, all while refusing any compensation.
Without him, Yuuji would have been left alone in an empty house where the counters are barely in his reach even on a stool and he has to hug himself after a nightmare.
Still, nothing is making sense to him, and Yuuji can’t imagine sitting through an hour of this.
Gojo-sensei must see his troubled expression or feel his uncertainty, because he continues.
“It’s okay, it might be too grown-up for Yuuji anyway.”
All at once, any trace of reluctance is gone, replaced by fierce determination. Yuuji is tired of it. Of having adults act like he can’t understand any of their words just because he’s young.
“No.” He replies, and focuses on the screen again. Sits straighter so Gojo-sensei can see that he’s serious.
So he won’t start to think of Yuuji as a burden. As just another kid he teaches and leaves when work ends.
“It’s a little confusing,” The arms around him pull him back until they’re pressed close again, and Yuuji finds it hard to stay annoyed with the warmth against his back.
“But sensei can help you understand.”
Even when he tries to do something for sensei, Yuuji still manages to trouble him. And yet Gojo-sensei is always kind.
Yuuji wants to make him happy.
“Okay.”
“Alright.” Gojo-sensei sounds pleased at his answer and the tone makes Yuuji’s heart puff up.
“Just relax, do you trust sensei, Yuuji?” At his nod, Gojo-sensei shifts him so Yuuji’s sitting on his leg, Yuuji’s own legs spread on each side.
Yuuji looks back up at the screen, where things still make no sense, and waits for Gojo-sensei to start explaining. The man in the movie is unbuttoning his student’s shirt (she must be, because Yuuji’s pretty sure he heard her say sensei a few times in the mess of their conversations) and squeezing her chest.
It makes a weird feeling wash over Yuuji. He’s not sure what it is, just that it’s uncomfortable and new, and almost definitely because of the movie. It makes him regret agreeing to Gojo-sensei’s offer, but he can’t go back on his word now.
Yuuji jolts when he feels a hand suddenly slip into his shorts and squeezes the- the thing.
He remembers a teacher telling the class to keep their hands away from other people’s private parts.
It’s almost like Gojo-sensei can hear his thoughts, because he meets Yuuji’s eyes and assures him with a “just trust sensei, Yuuji” before telling him to focus on the movie.
The woman onscreen is sitting on her teacher’s lap too, but they’re facing each other. Her hand trails down, reaches into his pants, much in the same way Gojo-sensei did, only that she pulls it out.
When her hand starts moving up and down, Gojo-sensei does the same.
“N- sensei,” Yuuji tries to turn back to face him again, but the arm around him keeps him still.
“Does it feel good when I touch you here?”
“No i-it’s weird.”
Gojo-sensei doesn’t seem to hear what he’s saying, or he’s ignoring it, because he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he touches even more, squeezes harder. His fingers start pulling and rubbing the skin on the tip, making Yuuji’s toes curl.
The sound of the movie has faded into the background. Yuuji feels dizzy, lightheaded and too hot, and all he can hear is his own heavy breathing. Despite his best attempts, he can’t keep the sounds of his gasps and whines to himself. Not with his mouth open for air.
Steadily, he feels pressure building in his stomach. His thoughts are slow and muddy, Yuuji wades in them for a few moments before the realization hits.
“Wait, se- sensei”
Panicked, Yuuji’s suddenly struggling, trying to pull away Gojo-sensei’s hand and break free from his hold, before it’s too late.
“Sensei, stop I’m gonna—” It’s embarrassing to say it, but Gojo-sensei’s not moving at all, and Yuuji’s desperation wins over.
“I- I’m gonna pee!” The words almost come out as a sob and Yuuji feels his face burning up.
“Ah,” Gojo-sensei makes an understanding sound.
“Is there something in your tummy?”
At Yuuji’s nods, he chuckles.
“It’s okay, just let it out.”
It’s not okay, but Yuuji can’t escape, so he drags his eyes up to the tv again.
He blinks away tears, ones he didn’t even know were there, just in time to see the woman turn away from her teacher and get down on her knees and elbows.
“That’s it, good boy.”
The praise pulls his attention back to Gojo-sensei. Yuuji feels himself shiver and something leaks out a little, but Gojo-sensei doesn’t stop.
When the man grabs her waist and puts it into her, Gojo-sensei’s finger trails down and presses right between Yuuji’s legs.
For a moment it feels like electricity’s running through him and Yuuji gives a shout as something rushes out, making his vision blur and his toes curl. Gojo-sensei’s finger keeps rubbing that place, until Yuuji is sobbing and doing his best to get away.
He doesn’t know what’s happening, but he can’t help thrashing, trying to kick and scratch, because whatever it is, it’s too much.
But sensei is unmovable, Yuuji’s strength no match for him.
He doesn’t let up until nothing else is coming out and Yuuji is left twitching in his arms, too weak to do anything other than fist the fabric of his sweater.
Yuuji’s sure he must have soaked his pants, but when Gojo-sensei brings his hand up, he finds it’s coated in white.
Then Gojo-sensei is turning him around, pressing kisses into his hair and rubbing his back. His ears feel like it’s stuffed with cotton and all he can hear is static. It takes him a while to realize Gojo-sensei’s telling him he did well, and even longer to realize he’s trembling and making pitiful noises.
Gojo-sensei’s sweater is wet where Yuuji’s buried his head. Suddenly, he feels exhausted, shaky and drained.
The last thing he remembers before falling asleep is sensei’s fingers running through his hair and his warmth around Yuuji.