ok ok so with goyuu we talk a lot about gojou easing yuuji into it via the basement era or them dancing around it because woops they're student/teacher isn't this supposed to be bad
But what if Gojou fully does not give a shit about that
Like what if it started before the basement era. Gojou is already into Yuuji right from the start. And the second he sees even a flicker, even the Tiniest Hint of interest back from Yuuji, he jumps at the chance
Imagine Yuuji just... Getting a sneaky look at Gojou's ass while he's bending down or squatting or something. Totally innocent. He's picking up a stack of books. But of course even though his back is turned Gojou sees it. Asks Yuuji if he likes what he sees. When Yuuji gets flustered and starts blushing he's crowding him against the wall and as soon as Yuuji admits that yeah he does like it, Gojou is kissing him hot and hard and waaaay too much
The only thing that stops him from trying to fuck Yuuji right there in the middle of the school is that there's supposed to be a class soon. But you know he's picking that back up right away after, appearing in Yuuji's dorm...
Then the basement era happens and Yuuji knows right away what Gojou wants. Because they've already been doing it
I wrote a snippet from Yuuji’s pov~ thank you so much for sharing your wonderful Goyuu thoughts with me friend 🥹🩵
It was around age 7 that Yuuji fully gave up on being a wallflower and accepted he was always gonna be looked at as a zoo animal. People just couldn’t help staring when you stuck out so sorely.
He didn’t resent it. But he also didn’t want any extra attention. So when he noticed his eyes drifting from the plush softness of a porn actress to the trim waist and muscled thighs of a faceless guy thrusting into her, he kept it to himself.
Of course it was Gojou-sensei that noticed first.
For the first time he completely understood all his classmates that stared in disturbed fascination at his unusually defined muscles and naturally soft pink hair. There was just so much to look at with Gojou-sensei. His towering height, the broadness of his shoulders, the glossy lips quirked up in playful smiles.
The one time he saw him wear clothes other than his work uniform Yuuji’s heart skipped a beat.
‘This must be how those victorian men felt after seeing an ankle. Collarbones…..’
Sensei has maybe kinda probably definitely maybe noticed. Maybe.
