You're the new special grade first-year. Yaga assigns you to Gojo and Geto. Second-year Prodigies. The strongest. "Learn from them." What no one tells you: they've never shared anything.Until you.

First day, Gojo steals your juice box, holds it above your head: "Jump for it, special grade." Geto appears, plucks it from his hand, gives it back to you. His fingers brush yours. "Ignore him." Gojo pouts. Geto smirks. You sip your juice and pretend your heart isn't doing something stupid.

Gojo shows affection like a cat. He uses his infinity to trap you in doorways. "Toll's a compliment." He blocks your path in hallways. "Tell me I'm pretty and I'll move." He falls asleep on your shoulder during lectures and calls it "recharging."

Geto shows affection like a secret. Leaves his jacket on your chair when the classroom gets cold. Memorizes how you take your tea. Appears beside you in crowded hallways so you don't get jostled. Never mentions any of it. You notice anyway.

They argue about everything. Who trains you today. Who walks you to class. Who you smiled at longer during lunch. "She laughed at my joke for three seconds." "She touched my arm for five." "Incidental contact doesn't count." "You're both idiots," you say, stealing Geto's onigiri and Gojo's yakult in one move.

They figure it out. How to share. Gojo's the tease. Fingers trailing where they shouldn't, whispering things that make you red, laughing when you squirm. "So sensitive."

First kiss is an accident. You trip during training. Geto catches you. Your mouths collide. You freeze. He doesn't. His hand slides into your hair. Deepens it. When you break apart, Gojo's right there. "What the hell." "She fell." "Into your mouth?" "Yes." Gojo grabs your wrist, tugs you to him, kisses you hard. Pulls back. "There. Even." Your legs don't work anymore. Geto steadies you from behind. "I think we broke her."

Geto's the anchor. Hands steady on your hips, mouth soft on your temple. "You're doing so well." Together, they're impossible. Gojo unravels you. Geto holds you together. Then they switch. You stop knowing where you end and they begin.

Today, supply closet. Bad idea. Geto's mouth on yours. Gojo's hands under your shirt.

"Quiet." Geto. Breathless. "She can't help it." Gojo. Smug. Footsteps. Everyone freezes. Gojo's hand clamps over your mouth. Geto stops breathing. The footsteps stop. Right outside."

"Then, Yaga's voice. Tired. "I can see Gojo's shoes under the door." Nobody moves. "My office. Five minutes." Footsteps fade.

Gojo looks down. Limited edition Nikes. Bright blue. Impossible to miss. "Shit." Geto's forehead drops to your shoulder. His body shakes. Laughing. Cats out of the bag.