Chapter 30 Sleeping Together

　　Gojo Satoru took the key out of his pocket, opened the door, and rushed straight to the bedroom carrying Kei Kojima like a gust of wind.

　　Kei Kojima was thrown on the bed, and the next second, the man came up and pressed on her.

　　"Patience time is over~"

　　Kei Kojima was trapped in the man's limbs and couldn't break free at all.

　　"Six years and six months, I'm really great."

　　The man's face was right above Kojima Kei, so close:

　　"Seeing you standing in front of me with an innocent look on your face every day, Kyu, do you know how I've been through all these years?"

　　He reached out and lifted Kojima Kei's collar, revealing the skin underneath:

　　"I'm a healthy man, baby, now you have to fulfill your obligations as a lover~"

　　Kojima Kei was completely bewildered from the moment he heard this. He had no time to react. He stammered,

　　"You said you wouldn't...you wouldn't force me to do anything I don't like."

　　"Of course~"

　　Gojo Satoru's fingers gently brushed Kojima Kei's neck, landing on his collarbone. The touch was instantaneous, just a touch of a dragonfly on the water.

　　"So, I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. If you want to leave, go ahead. I won't stop you."

　　"ten."

　　"Nine."

　　Ten seconds!

　　So short!

　　This bastard definitely did it on purpose!

　　Kojima Kei pressed against his chest:

　　"! Ten seconds! That's too short! Why don't you let me go?"

　　Gojo Satoru lowered his head and kissed him lightly between the eyebrows:

　　"With your skills, it's easy to knock me over. You know, if you want to leave, I won't stop you."

　　"eight."

　　"seven."

　　He just counted down in a low voice.

　　"Why don't you do it? Is it because you don't want to leave me?"

　　Gojo Satoru inserted his fingers into Kojima Kei's five fingers and entwined them tightly:

　　"You can leave anytime if you don't want to. Why not?"

　　Gojo Satoru did not kiss Kei Kojima's lips, but just stroked his hair and kissed his forehead, nose tip, and chin.

　　It itches, like scratching an itch through a shoe.

　　Kei Kojima couldn't help but raise his head to pursue his lips, hoping that this man would kiss him deeper.

　　——Just like the many kisses they had had before, it seemed to penetrate deep into the soul.

　　The hateful man avoided it, turned his head and continued to count down indifferently:

　　"six."

　　"five."

　　"Four."

　　"You don't have much time left."

　　"Kui."

　　Kei Kojima felt like his heart was about to explode, his whole body was burning hot, and there was only this tiny bit left in his world, this tiny space in Gojo Satoru's arms.

　　He couldn't move, the man's body temperature surrounded him, and he couldn't escape. Only his face was very close to him, but it hovered above his lips, hesitant to kiss him.

　　"three."

　　Gojo Satoru looked him straight in the eyes and spoke:

　　"two."

　　"You're so cunning."

　　Kojima Kei couldn't help but shed tears, opened his mouth and bit Gojo Satoru's shoulder, sobbing:

　　"You are...forcing me."

　　"It's really unfair~Kyu, you are not allowed to frame others. How did I force you?"

　　Gojo Satoru laughed:

　　"I've given Kei the chance to choose every time. —You chose me, and I won't let you go."

　　Kojima Kei grabbed his clothes on his chest and cursed in a low voice:

　　"Dog man."

　　There was a laugh in the man's voice:

　　"one.

　　"——Time's up. Kyu, I gave you time to escape, but you didn't leave. I can understand that you agree to all my subsequent actions, right?"

　　Kei Kojima said nothing.

　　"If you try to run away next, I won't let you go again."

　　Gojo Satoru lowered his head and finally kissed him, pressing his lips against Kei Kojima's, intertwining their lips and tongues, ending the long mental torture for Kei Kojima.

　　Kei Kojima reached out his trembling hands and hugged the man's back, leaving red marks on his back.

　　"Does it hurt?"

　　The man asked in a low voice.

　　Kei Kojima bit his lips hard, leaving a bleeding mark, and stared at him fiercely, as if to say: What nonsense are you talking about?

　　Gojo Satoru curled his lips into a smile and rubbed his forehead affectionately:

　　"I'm so sorry."

　　The door blocked out the spring light in the room, and the corridor was quiet.

　　No one knows what happens inside.

　　Kei Kojima clutched Gojo Satoru's shoulder tightly, refusing to cry out, tears streaming down his face. This feeling was so foreign to him, he had never experienced it before. His body and soul were given to him, all his senses exposed to him, leaving no privacy.

　　The man held him in his arms and kissed away his tears bit by bit:

　　"I'm so happy, Kei. You know that?"

　　The only response he got was low sobs and indistinct whispers. If you listened carefully, you could hear someone whispering Gojo Satoru's name.

　　Gojo Satoru put his hand against Kei Kojima's sweaty cheek, listened to his voice, and couldn't help but smile.

　　It's so hard to open Kei Kojima's heart.

　　I know what he is thinking and what he wants, but he never says it actively. He just looks at me secretly from behind.

　　She says she doesn't like me, but she always looks at me silently from behind.

　　Gojo Satoru had seen that kind of gaze too many times and had endured it for too long.

　　Gojo Satoru kissed his lips and probed his tongue into his mouth, which seemed to open his heart and was fascinating.

　　Kei Kojima fell asleep in Gojo Satoru's arms, with traces of tears still on his cheeks.

　　No words were spoken that night.

　　The sunlight streamed directly into the room, illuminating the two people sleeping in each other's arms under the quilt in the bedroom.

　　Kei Kojima suddenly woke up from his dream and wanted to turn over and get up, but he felt very heavy and couldn't move at all. He turned his head and saw Gojo Satoru's face.

　　In the sunlight, his white hair lay softly against the man's head, his eyes closed. Without those eyes that stared at him constantly, reading through his heart, the man now looked harmless, lying quietly in bed.

　　Under the quilt, their bodies were very close.

　　Even though their bodies had been intertwined all night, Kei Kojima still couldn't help but feel moved when facing such a face.

　　He reached out to touch it, but as soon as he moved, he felt a soreness spread throughout his body, and a tearing sensation came from some unspeakable place.

　　Kojima Kei couldn't help but cry out in pain.

　　"Still feeling bad?"

　　Gojo Satoru opened his eyes instantly, crawled out from under the quilt, pressed his palms on Kojima Kei's back, transferred his cursed energy to him, and used precious healing techniques to recover from last night's "injuries."

　　However, cursed power treatment can only heal wounds and cannot cure muscle soreness.

　　"How are you now?"

　　The considerate boyfriend asked with concern as he rubbed Kei Kojima's sore back.

　　"I'm hungry."

　　Kojima Kei said dullly.

　　Gojo Satoru immediately picked up the phone and said, "I'll have someone bring it over."

　　"Where to send it? To the bedside?"

　　Kei Kojima struggled to get up:

　　"Let's go out and eat."

　　"Don't move, let me help you. Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

　　Gojo Satoru hugged his waist.

　　After finally getting out of bed and feeling his feet touch the ground, Kei Kojima let out a soft hiss and felt his whole body light.

　　Is this guy born in the Year of the Dog?!

　　Why is it biting everywhere?

　　Kei Kojima now feels like he has gone through a weighted cross-country training. He is still in good physical condition, but there are some areas that he still cannot train well enough.

　　I felt the body aches for the first time in a long time.

　　"Don't touch me!"

　　Kojima Kei slapped Gojo Satoru's paw away, and with every step he took, his anger towards that bitch rose a little, and he said angrily:

　　"I can do it myself!"

　　Are you being kind now? Why didn't you stop when you said you would?

　　When this was mentioned, some fragments flashed back in Kei Kojima's mind. He quickly closed his eyes and tried hard to drive those images out of his mind.

　　Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand in disappointment. After all, he was in the wrong, so he had no choice but to follow him and watch Kei Kojima limping into the bathroom.

　　"Do you want to take a shower? I'll help you. I already took a shower with you last night..."

　　"Don't come in!"

　　Kei Kojima slammed the bathroom door shut, and the door almost hit someone's hard nose.

　　There was an intermittent sound of water coming from inside, and a soft moan from Kei Kojima through clenched teeth. It took him half an hour to finally clean it up.

　　It seemed that he had adapted to the pain. When he came out again, Kei Kojima's expression had returned to normal and nothing could be seen while he was walking. This was due to his good physical fitness.

　　But occasionally he would look uncomfortable, stand by the table, and be unwilling to sit down.

　　There were lunch boxes on the table. A familiar-looking man wearing gloves opened the lids and then stepped aside.

　　"You go back first."

　　Gojo Satoru said.

　　"Yes, Master."

　　The man responsible for delivering the food considerately closed the door, and clearly didn't care that the two of them were spending the night together.

　　"I don't have your toiletries here, but there are some unopened ones in the cabinet, so you can make do with them."

　　Kojima Kei said with a straight face.

　　He stood in front of the table drinking water, picked up the chopsticks, and casually picked up a few pieces of food and put them into his mouth.

　　Damn it! That bastard! He has to eat standing up!

　　"Okay~"

　　The refreshed man didn't notice Kei Kojima's ugly face at all. He went into the bathroom in a good mood. He washed very quickly and came out in just five minutes.

　　His hair was still wet, and Gojo Satoru shook it. He didn't know what technique he used, but the water droplets on his hair evaporated instantly.

　　When he came out, he touched Kei Kojima's hair, and the hair dried instantly, saving the trouble of hanging it in the air to dry.

　　Kei Kojima put down his chopsticks, picked up the soup and drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth, washed his hands and put on his coat directly.

　　"Where are you going?"

　　Gojo Satoru was a little surprised:

　　"It's the weekend, so you don't have to go to work."

　　"……train."

　　Now working days take up most of Kei Kojima's time, and he only has the opportunity to train in his free time.

　　We can't let that bastard disrupt all his plans.

　　Gojo Satoru's eyebrows moved slightly, but he wasn't surprised. Instead, he felt that this kind of Kojima Kei was the right person for him. No matter what happened, the established plan would not change:

　　"Okay, wait a minute, I'll go with you."

　　Perhaps it was because this method eliminated Kei Kojima's irritability and relieved his long-accumulated desires. Although there was a faint soreness in some parts of his body, Kei Kojima's mood was indeed much calmer.

　　Without any more extensive training, he stood in the center of the training ground and performed simple domain over and over again.

　　After he transformed the simple field, its speed has been greatly improved, but he still has no idea about the complete field.

　　Gojo Satoru once took him to experience his own domain, but everyone's inner world is different, and the generated domain is also different.

　　The domain is not the same as the technique, it is unique.

　　“The most important thing in the field is to see clearly into your own heart and build your own world.”

　　Gojo Satoru pointed at Kojima Kei's chest and said:

　　"—Think carefully about the world in your dreams."

　　However, for Kei Kojima, these theoretical knowledge are easy to understand but difficult to put into practice.

　　What kind of world do you want to build?

　　What kind of world does he want?

　　Kojima Kei was completely bewildered. A flash of inspiration seemed to flash across his mind, then quickly vanished. He didn't even see what it was.

　　The white barrier collapsed with a loud bang, revealing Kei Kojima in the center, whose mana was overdrawn and whose face was pale.

　　Failed again.

　　Kei Kojima looked annoyed.

　　I felt like I was about to succeed just now, so why did I fail?

　　The glimmer of inspiration that I finally caught, disappeared.

　　"Gui,"

　　Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together in front of his chest:

　　"Your world is empty inside. It's just a framework, and the empty shell will naturally collapse."

　　He smiled:

　　"But you've already caught it, which is a big step forward."

　　Before this, the realm built by Kei Kojima was a ruin. Just like his own heart, he was unwilling to leave the things he cherished there and only wanted to escape.

　　Gojo Satoru was beside him, watching him.

　　The domain often reflects one's own world. Kei Kojima has only one thought in his mind, which is revenge. Even if he succeeds in the future, he will probably become an empty shell.

　　Gojo Satoru didn't want to see that, so he applied to Yaga Masamichi for the position of assistant teacher.

　　If you have more contact with the outside world, perhaps you can open up your closed heart.

　　"Take a break."

　　Gojo Satoru grinned as he unscrewed the bottle cap and handed Kojima Kei the cup.

　　"You've been training all day. You must be hungry. What do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it and send it over."

　　Kojima Kei glared at him, took the cup, drank a few sips, and wiped the water stains on his mouth with his sleeve:

　　"No, I'll go to the cafeteria to eat."

　　"Then I'll go to the cafeteria with Kei~"

　　"Are you free today?"

　　Kei Kojima felt that this guy's smile was particularly eye-catching today, so he didn't mind it.

　　"Go ahead and do your work. I want to be alone."

　　"No~"

　　Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand and smiled:

　　"I just want to be with Kei."

　　Kei Kojima didn't say anything, just drank the water silently, but his face turned red.

　　Kei Kojima couldn't get rid of Gojo Satoru, so he packed up his things and went to the cafeteria together.

　　It was lunchtime and there were many people in the cafeteria.

　　These two people are considered celebrities within the college, and almost no one doesn't know them. Many people saw the two of them snuggling together while eating.

　　Gojo Satoru moved his chair next to Kei Kojima, very close to him. He didn't eat much. Most of the time, he rested his chin on his hand and watched his lover eat, picking up some dishes from time to time.

　　"They have such a great relationship. It's been several years now. Gojo-senpai looks like a jerk, but I didn't expect him to be so loyal! I'm really envious~"

　　"It's almost the seven-year itch and I'm still not tired of it. Oh my, Gojo-senpai's eyes haven't left my gaze for even a second. He's so clingy."

　　"Why can't I find such a caring boyfriend!"

　　Some people feel regretful.

　　Kei Kojima couldn't eat while standing in public, but his butt was still aching. He looked at the culprit next to him who was still looking at him with a smile.

　　"Still laughing! Still laughing!"

　　Kojima Kei stepped on his feet under the table and snorted:

　　"It's all your fault!"

　　"I'm sorry, Gui~ I couldn't help it. You've been angry all day, don't let it get to your health."

　　The evil-minded man said:

　　"Or... should I hold you while you eat?"

　　Kei Kojima, who was clumsy in speaking, was no match for the smooth-talking man. In the end, he was just asking for trouble. He wolfed down his meal and left in a hurry.

　　Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and followed him leisurely.

　　"Walk slowly~Kyu~"

　　He said lightly:

　　"How about I carry you on my back?"

　　The annoying guy followed Kojima Kei and kept chattering.

　　"No! I can walk by myself!"

　　"Okay~"

　　The man has some regrets:

　　"What a shame~"

　　"Is this a further escalation of feelings?"

　　Ieiri Naoko, who was passing by, looked at them with disdain:

　　"I've been listening to you guys flirting all the way here. You damned little lovers, stop showing off your affection in public all the time, okay?"

　　"Hey, sorry~"

　　Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes towards Ieiri Glass:

　　"I accidentally made Kei angry, and now I'm trying to coax him."

　　Ieiri Shoko looked at Gojo Satoru speechlessly as he enjoyed himself:

　　"Did anything good happen today? You seem to be in a good mood today."

　　"Of course~ Because Kei and I finally..."

　　“Ahhhh!”

　　Kei Kojima quickly covered Gojo Satoru's mouth:

　　"Nothing happened! We're fine!"

　　He frantically pulled Gojo Satoru:

　　"Senior, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first! Bye!"

　　Kei Kojima dragged Gojo Satoru away from home and disappeared in front of the glass.

　　"Ah...Okay, bye."

　　Ieiri Naoko scratched his head and left.

　　"What are you going to say!"

　　Kei Kojima angrily punches the dog man in the chest:

　　"You're not going to tell me about what happened yesterday, are you?! How can you tell others something so private?"

　　"How is that possible? This is our little secret."

　　Gojo Satoru said with a smile:

　　"I just want to tell Glass that Kei and I finally have a mutual understanding~"

　　"Who...has a connection with you..."

　　Now it was Kei Kojima's turn to stutter.

　　"Of course it's you."

　　"no!"

　　"It's you~"

　　“…”

　　This weekend, there was finally a glimmer of hope in Kei Kojima's field. Gojo Satoru waved his hand and temporarily unloaded his assistant job so that he could concentrate on practicing.

　　Of course, more importantly, Gojo Satoru wanted Kei Kojima to have a good rest.

　　In one half of the training ground, Gojo Satoru was teaching the first-year students a new technique.

　　On the other side, Kei Kojima was practicing.

　　Kei Kojima closed his eyes and returned to the battlefield.

　　The battlefield was swarming with cursed spirits, tens of thousands of them.

　　Kei Kojima silently recited what Gojo Satoru once said.

　　If his domain could instantly strangle these cursed spirits, then he would have enough time to get close to Geto Suguru.

　　His territory must be large enough and wide enough to accommodate a lot of space.

　　Smiles and tears.

　　Hatred and blood.

　　Is this what his field is going to become?

　　Kei Kojima instinctively refused.

　　[I don't want to see the bodies of familiar people on this stage again.]

　　The words of Ieiri Nozomi are still ringing in my ears.

　　[When you succeed in your revenge, what are you going to do? ]

　　Kei Kojima looked up and saw Hatta and Ma talking to Fukuzawa Yuki excitedly. Fukuzawa Yuki looked impatient, but did not leave.

　　Laughter and cheers came from that direction.

　　Kojima Kei closed his eyes.

　　Gojo Satoru's voice came with the wind, gentle yet powerful.

　　Even though I can't see their faces, their smiling faces are already in my mind.

　　"Coward! Don't come over here!"

　　"That's right! I don't want to play with you! Go away!"

　　"He doesn't have a father! Even his mother doesn't care about him! He deserves it! Who made him monopolize Senior Jie? Jie belongs to all of us. It's because of him that Senior Jie ignores us!"

　　“We don’t play with him~”

　　Little Kei Kojima stood outside the crowd, watching them gather together and laugh happily, but he was excluded.

　　"Kyu, let's go home."

　　The senior with a blurred face stretched out his hand, and he grabbed this only life-saving straw, hoping that the senior would pull him out of the mud, but he fell into purgatory again and couldn't get up.

　　Since then, Kei Kojima no longer wants to rely on anyone.

　　So he went to duel with Geto Suguru without notifying anyone.

　　He thought this was the right way.

　　But there is no shame in asking for help.

　　"Kyu!"

　　"Kyu~"

　　"Kojima."

　　Many faces flashed through his mind.

　　He was no longer alone.

　　He has friends, family, and elders.

　　He hopes that there will be no hatred and bloodshed in his world.

　　He seemed to see soul bodies, and there was a line connecting the souls, which was their connection.

　　The thread connecting him and Gojo Satoru's soul body was thick and long.

　　His vision became wider and wider, and his sight gradually drifted into the distance.

　　Deep in everyone's heart, there is a dot. From this dot, lines extend outward, forming a large network.

　　In the middle of the big net, there are some black energy points that are scattered and transparent. They are the negative energy overflowing from those humans and forming the curse spirits.

　　Kei Kojima's consciousness tried to reach out into the distance, transformed into a sharp blade, and pierced through the middle of the cursed spirits, and the cursed spirits dissipated silently.

　　Gojo Satoru suddenly paused and stopped lecturing.

　　Looking into the distance, in the direction where Kei Kojima is facing.

　　"What is that?"

　　"Is that Mr. Kojima?"

　　"field!"

　　Yata Kazuma screamed.

　　The cursed power overflowed from Kei Kojima's palms together, slowly drifting into the air and gradually condensing into a huge dome.

　　The pure white outer wall completely surrounds the entire playground.

　　All the first years and Gojo Satoru were wrapped up in it.

　　Inside, all they could see was white air surging and drifting past them.

　　Gojo Satoru's expression was solemn.

　　“Is this the realm?”

　　Fukuzawa Yuki stretched out her hand and let the air flow through her body, leaving a strange feeling:

　　"Why does it feel like... it has no killing power at all?"

　　Staying here is actually very comfortable, as if it is silently healing and recovering the hidden injuries and fatigue in the body.

　　"Hua La La~~"

　　However, the dome disappeared the moment it appeared, lasting only a second.

　　Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked to the other side of the playground.

　　At this time, Kei Kojima was looking at his body in a daze, as if he didn't understand what had just happened. He only felt a cool breeze passing through his body, taking away the soreness in his body and making him feel very comfortable.

　　The domain only lasted for less than a second and dissipated so quickly that he had no time to react. Only a hint of inspiration remained in his mind.

　　"Kyu! Did it work?"

　　Kei Kojima turned around and saw Gojo Satoru's smiling face.

　　He nodded hard:

　　"Um!"

　　“That’s amazing.”

　　Gojo Satoru walked over and opened his arms.

　　"hey-hey."

　　Kojima Kei was a little happy and couldn't help but throw himself into his arms, his eyes shining:

　　"How's it going? Did you see that? Does this mean it's a success? All we need to do now is extend the time, right?"

　　"I saw it. It's a very powerful field."

　　Gojo Satoru smiled.

　　The sharp-eyed Hatta Kazuma looked over:

　　"Huh? What? What are they talking about? Did Mr. Kojima learn the domain? I'll go ask!"

　　Fukuzawa Yuki grabbed his clothes and said:

　　"You idiot! Stop!"

　　Hatta and Ma were confused:

　　"What's wrong?"

　　Fukuzawa Yuki pointed forward, and Gojo Sensei stretched out an arm and hugged Kojima Kei's waist. The two of them were so close that they had already exceeded the safe distance between people.

　　"You're sixteen years old after all. Can you learn to read the atmosphere?"

　　Fukuzawa Yuki sighed:

　　"You should stop being a light bulb."

　　Hatta Kazuma scratched his head:

　　"All right."

　　“When will I have my own field?”

　　Several first-year students exclaimed in unison.

　　Kei Kojima is still exchanging experiences with Gojo Satoru:

　　"The domain I conceived was originally intended to instantly kill all creatures contained within it, and to emit countless lightsabers. However, after combining it with my own technique, the effect now feels a bit strange. It seems to have some healing properties..."

　　Kei Kojima was a little confused.

　　The smile on Gojo Satoru's lips paused for a moment, but Kojima Kei was immersed in the excitement of his own domain being about to be completed and did not notice anything unusual.

　　"Yeah?"

　　He said:

　　"To be precise, the ability of your domain isn't healing, but rather attaching a spell to an object's surface, returning it to its original position. Of course, more things will only become apparent as you gradually perfect your domain. I can give you a definite answer now."

　　He whispered something in Kei Kojima's ear.

　　Everyone saw that Mr. Kojima's expression, which was originally very happy, suddenly changed. He raised his foot and stepped hard on Gojo Satoru, then walked away angrily.

　　Gojo Satoru was left alone there, staring at his back.

　　"Hey, Mr. Kojima has been in a bad mood recently,"

　　Yamamuro Maki stroked his chin and said:

　　"Did he have a conflict with Gojo-sensei? But seeing how cheerful Gojo-sensei looks every day, it seems he doesn't bring his love troubles into the classroom."

　　"The seven-year itch?"

　　"It's hard to say!"

　　Several boys gathered together to discuss the teachers' love affairs, and the only girl nearby, Yuki Fukuzawa, sighed deeply.

　　This isn't a conflict at all, it's clearly flirting!

　　They really don't understand love at all!

　　Gojo Satoru, who stayed where he was, remained silent at this time.

　　For some reason, even though Kei Kojima had finally solved a big problem, there was a hint of worry on his face.

　　Kei Kojima ran all the way back to the dormitory, locked the door, his heart still pounding.

　　——"But, your body should have recovered, right? Kei."

　　The man whispered in his ear:

　　"Wait for me tonight."

　　Old pervert!