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It was Gojo's first year as a teacher in Jujutsu High. Everything was going great so far. He had found the right way to challenge the higher-ups and cause a long term change in the Jujutsu society. And it turned out that teaching is pretty enjoyable too. It was fun guiding the youth into the jujutsu world and making them into his allies.
And today was his first goodwill event as teacher. The event was taking place in Kyoto this year, but he was sure next year it will be in Tokyo. He trained his students well enough to beat Utahime's students.
Speaking of Utahime, she really stunned him when he saw her. She got more... beautiful?
"Pretty Utahime" was an objective fact that he recently got aware of, and now she went on and got prettier. Or was he thinking that because of how long he hadn't seen her since she moved to Kyoto?
He thinks she started tailoring her hakama because now it wrapped perfectly around her curves. Her hair got longer too, and the ribbon she had on was silkier and more coquette-ish, tied in a bow.
What stayed the same however was the way her soft brown eyes glimmered in the sun like honey, and how her delicate lips shone.
Gojo watched as Utahime's mouth moved with words, welcoming the Tokyo students.
He was glad he knew what those lips taste like. If he ever had the ability to go back in time, one of the things he would not change was the fact that Utahime was his first kiss.
Maybe the myth of the first kiss isn't totally a myth.
"I hate your voice, I hate your lips
I hate how bad I wanna steal your kiss
But you're all that I've been dreaming of
This is not another song about love
Gojo's second year in high school was coming to an end, and he was frustrated to the core that he will become a third year when he still hadn't had his first kiss. He didn't really care about stuff like that, but Suguru had his (and a bunch more), even Shoko did. So how could he, Gojo Satoru, be behind them and not have his first kiss yet?!
It was not like he was going out on dates or anything. That was Suguru's stuff, he was such a sweet talker and managed to capture girls and boys' attention alike. Satoru enjoyed the flirting part only, to capture people's attention and make them swoon over him. He found most people lame and annoying and preferred to hangout with his friends who he knows and trusts than to entertain strangers. So how was he going to have his first kiss? Why can't someone, anyone, just appear in front of him ready to be kissed?
When he shared his frustrations to his friends, Suguru merely laughed at his misery, and Shoko brushed it off as it wasn't a big deal and that everyone has their pace and what not.
He was walking in the school's campus, sulking with his hands in his pockets. He passed the basketball court and heard noise coming from inside. He peered.
Iori Utahime was there alone, tossing a ball time after time into the hoop, and missing them all.
Gojo snickered. It was not his fault that she puts herself in situations allowing him to pick on her.
"You can't even shoot a ball in the hoop correctly?" he tsked, "How weak."
Utahime turned around, the hem of her hakama swishing with her. Her fingers squeezed tight around the ball. Gojo wondered which of her retorts will she yell this time.
"Do you ever stop being a piece of trash?" she said.
"You ever think that if you grew a bit stronger, I wouldn't need to pick on you?"
With an angry look, she gave him her back and went to retrieve the ball, "Shut up and get out."
"I'm a student in this school. What are you doing here?" Utahime was a fourth year, and well, she was still a student, but the fourth year is more like an internship and the students are always on missions, rarely seen on campus.
She threw the ball aiming for his head, but he caught it.
Yikes she's in a mood today. Must be a mission gone wrong.
"Here, let me teach you so you don't embarrass yourself in front of someone meaner than me."
"I don't need you—"
"Look," he came in and stood straight in front of the goal post. "You shouldn't hold your arms straight up and toss the ball like it's a baseball. You should hold the ball with one hand in front of you," he demonstrated, the ball held up to his eyes level on one palm, "Support the ball with your other hand, aim at the square above the hoop, push up the ball with the other hand... And shoot."
The ball slid perfectly through the net.
He retrieved it and threw it to Utahime, "Did that pretty little head of yours catch all I said?"
She frowned and twisted away from him with her nose held high, and took position in front of the goal. Carefully, she did the steps he did and threw the ball. She landed a perfect goal.
"Damn I have knack for teaching."
She smiled at him triumphantly, brushing her pigtails back over her chest, "That was easy. I was only missing before because I was frustrated."
"Boy problems?"
"Ugh why do people always assume it's 'boy problems' when a girl is feeling down?" she huffed, "You are not the center of our universe. We have more important concerns than stupid dimwitted boys."
"Yeah you're right, my mistake. What man would date someone as un-feminine like you. I bet you haven't even been kissed."
She stepped closer and her eyes fixated on him like a predator spotting his prey. Her voice dropped to a threatening tone, "I'm not feminine?"
"No."
"I'M NOT FEMININE?!" She screamed and kicked up at his face, her foot colliding with his infinity.
"A roundhouse kick! Good one Utahime," he said and held her foot, "Nice boots by the way."
She wrenched her foot from his grasp, "My personal life is none of your business, but I'll have you know I have been kissed before."
He was about to call her a liar, but something about the tone of her voice and the blush on her face, told him otherwise.
Come onnn even Utahime?!
"Pass me the ball," she said, completely moving on from the topic.
"What's the magic word?" he bantered.
"Oh, yeah nevermind. I'll get it myself."
Employing her sorcerer fitness, Utahime ran swiftly like a cat towards Gojo, aiming to smack the ball away from his hands.
Gojo threw the ball over her head, but she was approaching at full speed already.
She wasn't able to halt. She slammed into Gojo's chest hard.
Gojo wrapped his arms around her by reflex, receiving the collision and stopping them from tumbling down.
"Oooff," he grunted, staggering a few steps back, and his shades slid down his nose, "You scared me for a second there. You're lucky I didn't activate infinity."
She clenched her fists around his shirt and looked up at him with her chocolate-honey eyes blazing with anger. Surprisingly, Utahime felt very small in his arms, and soft.
His gaze wavered down, and he was met by her glossy lips set into a frown.
He didn't know what came over him. Maybe it was the frustration of Shoko and Suguru's advancement over his, or maybe it was the way Utahime fit perfectly in his arms, or the fact that she smelled nice. But he wanted to kiss her. And he'd be damned if he didn't get what he wanted.
As for Utahime, her anger wasn't all because of Gojo's words, but mainly because she discovered, upon their close contact, that Gojo is kind of hot. She hated that.
She shoved at his chest, freeing herself from his arms.
He followed her with his eyes, biting his lip, "Hey now, don't I get a thank you?"
"A thank you for what?" she snapped back.
"Uhhh sparing your life and teaching you how to shoot basketball?"
She sighed, brushing her bangs, "It was a small accident, so can you just shut up?"
"Make me."
Her nose wrinkled in disgust, "You're being weird. Is a thanks all you want?"
"Yeah. Or you can pay fee."
"Like what?"
"You have to kiss me."
She cackled, "You seriously think I would rather kiss you than say thank you? You're getting way... " she trailed off, and the pieces fell into place in her head.
"You didn't have your first kiss yet?" she asked.
"No."
"You've been teasing me all this time about not being kissed, just for you to ask me to have your first kiss?"
Well when she puts it that way...
She broke out in laughter, "God... You are so desperate."
It was Gojo's turn to frown, "Is that a yes or a no?"
"I would never kiss you Gojo, you're like, my mortal enemy."
"Whatever, there are lots of other people who would do anything for a chance to kiss me," he crossed his arms, "It's just something I need to get out of the way," he said, and headed to the door, feeling offended.
Meanwhile, Utahime went back to tossing her basketball without a care in the world. It went in the first time, then missed the second, and the third.
Gojo was hovering by the sliding door, side eye-ing her with mild curiosity, "You're still doing that wrong, by the way."
"I didn't ask," she said and missed her fourth.
"Beginners luck ~" he chanted, stepping outside.
"No it was not!" she yelled after him, and he heard the sound of the ball falling neatly through afterwards. "See! I did it just now!"
Exasperated, he popped his head inside again, "That was just another lucky throw. If you actually got the hang of it, you would score three consecutive ones at least."
"Three? I can do it, you just watch," she held the ball under her arm and pointed an accusatory finger at him, "And for someone who keeps lecturing, you only scored one the entire time you were here."
He sighed, "Everything is a competition to you, isn't it?"
"Only when it comes to sports," she shrugged, "Isn't it for you, too?"
"It is," he smirked and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "What do I get for proving you wrong?"
"You're dreaming if you think I will lose to you," she said, but Gojo detected a small quiver of hesitation in her voice.
"Ok then, humor me."
"If I don't score 3 consecutive ones - which is not gonna happen - I will kiss you. Which is not gonna happen too."
"It's okay Utahime, you don't have to act tough," Gojo shook his head and smiled faintly, as though he was a saint granting Utahime sympathy, "Sometimes you should just admit that you are not the best out there, and that Satoru Gojo is good at everything. You don't have to put yourself in tight spots like that."
She tossed him the ball defiantly.
Easy win, Gojo thought.
He confidently dribbled around the court until he reached the hoop and scored a point. He caught the ball directly when it fell back to his hands and threw it again. That was two in one minute. Then he went a few meters away from the goal and scored another.
He won his end of the challenge, but he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he didn't add a bit of flourish. He retrieved the ball and stood with his back turned to the hoop, and tossed it. It landed in the hoop perfectly.
Utahime looked at him in disdain, her arms crossed. "Show off," she murmured.
Good, he intimidated her.
Utahime stood in front of the goal. She dribbled and aimed it, her knees bouncing in concentration. The first shot went in. A smile stretched on her face.
She went through the same movements with as much care as before, and scored her second.
She cast Gojo a smug grin, "Beginner's luck, you say?"
"Who laughs first, cries first," Gojo piped, mirroring her smirk.
Utahime shook her head and turned back to her goal. She's got this in the bag.
Again she went through the same steps for her third shot.
She missed.
Her jaw dropped to the floor.
Gojo cheered, jumping and clapping his hands together, "Yay time for my kiss!"
Utahime wanted to kill him. It was because of him she lost. She didn't know exactly how, but it must because he was looking at her with those stupid crystal captivating six eyes.
Unfortunately, a bet is bet, and she doesn't go back on her word. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she went to stand in front of him, "Alright, just get it over with."
Gojo froze. The reality of what he was about to do dawned on him. He stared at Utahime's tentative downturned lips.
He cleared his throat, "Hmmm no. I don't want my first kiss to be in the school gym. Follow me."
He ran outside, and Utahime grunted and followed. Gojo led her somewhere on campus where people rarely went around. They stood under the shade of a big tree, its leaves long and thick allowing only small rays of sunshine through. The cool air was breezing around them and ruffling their clothes.
Utahime asked herself if this was really about to happen, if she could still run away. But whoops, her brain checked out and she's about to kiss the person she hates more than anything.
Gojo turned to Utahime, "This seems good enough." He took his shades off and saw the world plus Utahime in beautiful full color. The butterflies set in his stomach again. Which was so stupid. This was Utahime of all people, why would he feel flustered by her. She herself looks glum and not the bit affected by the fact that they were about to kiss.
"You don't have to look so depressed, Utahime. You will love it."
"I will hate it."
"Nah, you won't."
"Why the hell wouldn't I?"
"Because that mouth of yours doesn't look like it had been properly kissed before, so let me kiss you. I don't how to, but I'll do it just right."
Utahime blushed a deep shade of red and looked away. She mumbled, "You're so full of yourself."
Fuck, he made her blush. Now every fiber in him wanted to keep going and make her more flustered.
"What about you? How much of a good kisser are you?" he asked.
But Utahime doesn't go down without a fight. She met his gaze confidently and smiled, "Wanna check?"
What the fuck was that?! And why was his heart doing a full-on gymnastic routine?
Utahime stepped closer now and tilted her head up. If he leaned down, they would be touching lips.
He stammered, "I - I'm not sure how to..."
"Just follow my lead."
And soft warm lips were pressing on his own.
He felt the warmth of her lips on his mouth, and her fingers on his cheek, burning his face. It took him a few moments to process that this was actually happening.
Just when he melted into it and started kissing back, did she pull away.
His lips were struck with cool air and his breath was caught in his throat.
Woah
He had no idea how he managed to whisper, "Do it again."
Her flushed face moved back. "I think that was enough," she said sternly while hiding her mouth with the back of her hand.
"But I didn't have the time to do anything! That was a peck not a kiss. Please, Utahime?"
Maybe it was the fact that he said "please" for the first time in his life, or the way he looked so handsome up close with his blushed face, or both, that made her change her mind.
"Fine just one more. And close your eyes this time mphh—"
He didn't waste a second. He angled his face more for a better taste this time, and went in slow, moving his lips against hers in care. She matched his movements, and he relished in the way her lips were slotting against his perfectly. It sent tingles all the way down to his toes.
He picked up his pace, and the kiss turned hot, feverish. Their teeth clinked and he winced a little, but he continued on sucking on her juicy lower lip and tracing her jaw. His other hand was settled on her waist, and he tugged her closer.
It caught Utahime off guard, and she let out a little noise of surprise, much to Gojo's amusement. He smiled into the kiss. His tongue slid out to lick and tease. Utahime's hands were trembling over his chest.
She separated, gasping for air. Gojo was still leaning down. His face was scandalously tinged in pink, and intense blue irises were boring into her beneath heavy eyelids. His lips remained parted, absolutely waiting for more.
Utahime's heart skipped a beat at the sight. Air had rushed out of her lungs when they kissed. She expected disgust, repulsion, maybe regret, but all she felt was satisfaction... and heat.
They could hear nothing but the sound of the tree leaves rustling against the breeze, until Gojo broke it.
"Can I use tongue?"
"NO!" Utahime yelled and pushed at his firm chest. There was the Gojo she knows. "You've had more than you deserve Gojo. That was enough."
"Okay okay," he raised his palms up in surrender and licked his lips. A few hours ago, if someone had told him that his first kiss will be with Utahime, he would laughed in their face and called them delusional. But look at him now He had kissed Utahime and he liked it. He didn't regret it at all. His lips were still tingling, and he felt like giggling, which was stupid. Kissing was wetter than he excepted, but he liked it.
Gojo smirked, "But you look impressed. I told you I will kiss you properly, right?"
She sighed, "You are good at this... not a compliment, just a fact." She rolled her eyes at his cheeky grin, "The deal is done now, I will be leaving,"
"Wait a second," he called and grabbed her by the chin, bringing her closer. "Just gonna take one more bite," and he chomped on her left cheek.
Utahime shrieked and sprang away from him. He literally just bit her cheek! Not a full on bite, more like an an opened mouthed kiss as if he was sucking in a large mochi.
"What was that for, you psycho?!" she wiped his saliva off her cheek angrily while Gojo snickered.
"I always wanted to do that. Your cheeks are so full and munch-able."
"What are you even saying?!" she screamed, still clutching her cheek.
"See you later Utahime!" he waved at her and skidded away, probably to brag to Suguru and Shoko about the new news.
Both were surprised that they enjoyed the kiss. Utahime dislikes Gojo most of the time, and Gojo sees Utahime as weak and loves making her angry.
It was merely a small kiss caused by a bet and won't happen again. They are not another couple in love. But somehow, it made perfect sense to kiss, and it felt amazing.
"Gojo?" Utahime called, bringing him back to the present. She was standing three steps on the stairs above him that lead up into the Kyoto campus. "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up."
"Coming right behind you, Utahime!"
She muttered something about how she couldn't believe he became a teacher, and walked up the stairs with Gojo following behind.
She twisted her head sharply at him, "Were you looking at my butt just now?"
"No I wasn't," his gaze flicked quickly to her irritated one. He pushed his shades higher on his nose.
She narrowed her eyes at him and her pretty lips jutted out. Her glare intensified.
"Fine, I was looking before, but I stopped."
Out of control, his eyes wandered back to her propped ass. She still had one foot up on the step and one foot lower. He forced his eyes quickly back up.
"And I looked again just now. This was the last time I promise."
Utahime clenched her teeth, "You walk in front of me or I will end you, Gojo."
"Oh really?" he laughed, but still listened to her warning and walked ahead. Then he added in a lower voice, "Wanna see you try. Such a tease you are sometimes, Utahime."
"I heard that!" she yelled, a blush spreading over her face.
Gojo could confidently say he agrees with the myth of the first kiss.
His first kiss was something magical - with fireworks and all. It was transformative and full of emotion. He will never forget it in his life, never forget what it was like to kiss Utahime. He was sure none of the kisses he had experienced later came close to it. His first was with a person he truly trusts.
It left both of them with many sensations and feelings (in addition to the sexual tension) that remain to this day. So for how long will they be able to ignore the connection lurking beneath the "hateful" facade?
"I need your voice, I need your lips
I need you bad, I wanna steal your kiss
'Cause you're all that I've been dreaming of
This is just another song about
Another song about love"
~Not Another Song About Love - Hollywood Ending