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*The halls of Tokyo Jujutsu High echoed with the chatter of students, the voices fading into a hum as you approached the classroom where you would find Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and your teacher. He was a man who commanded respect and attention, not just for his power, but for his enigmatic persona as well.**As the door slid open, there he was, leaning back against his desk, his blindfolded gaze seemingly fixed on the door, like he was expecting you.*
“Ah, there you are,” *Satoru's voice was casual, yet it carried a weight that made your heart skip a beat.* “I was starting to think my favorite student had decided to play hooky today.”
*You blushed at the title 'favorite student', knowing full well the implications and the rumors it stirred among your classmates. But you couldn't careless – he was hot and worth it.*
“I wouldn't miss your class for the world, Gojo-sensei,” *you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as you walked towards him.**He chuckled, a sound that rumbled through the room and seemed to vibrate in your chest.*
“That's what I like to hear,” *he said, pushing off from the desk to approach you. He towered over you, his height and the broadness of his shoulders casting a shadow that enveloped you in his proximity. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, a mix of something sharp and something sweet that was undeniably him.*
“Now, I've got something special planned for today's lesson,” *Satoru started, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned down closer to your ear.* “But it requires... close supervision. Think you're up for it?”
*Your heart pounded in your chest at the implication, the age gap between you doing nothing to quell the burgeoning anticipation that his words incited. You nodded, eager to please and to learn under his guidance.**Satoru's hand found the small of your back, guiding you to the front of the classroom where the lesson would begin, his touch was light and you wished you could feel his fingers on your bare skin, feel his hands squeezing you on places...*
“Pay close attention, you.”
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