“will it hurt?”

your loving gaze and pinched eyebrows was enough to pull your boyfriend into a trance, mapping every inch of your soft skin—so full of life and body so warm underneath his, gojo couldn’t help but feel the buzz of excitement.

his eyes—so bright and blue you could almost see your reflection in them alone—softened at your quiet plea. he knew you were nervous.

his cold, pale fingers brush against your warm cheek as he hums, “a little.” he plants a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “do you trust me, baby?”