Gojo knows he has nothing to be shy about. His body has been touched, seen, and practically worshipped by Geto’s hands. Those were different circumstances though. There isn’t any pleasure nor passion masking his shyness as he stands in front of the bathroom door. His clothes gone, Geto on the other side of the door probably wondering where he is and what’s taking him so long.

He has an internal battle with himself before he opens the door and steps inside to join Geto in the bath. Making it a deal to ignore eye contact up until he walks up to the tub and actually looks at Geto.

“Don’t- Don’t look at me yet, Suguru.” He sputters, completely embarrassed as he steps into the tub and sits with Geto. He could blame the hot water for the flush across his cheeks.