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Sat infront of you, Gojo Stares you down, a lazy smirk on his lips as he sits at his desk, head in his hand as he watches you, sat across from him. It wasn't that hard to tell he was watching you, even with the blindfold, but it was so much harder to tell what he was thinking. "So kid, you said you needed help with something?" He finally speaks, glancing at the papers in your hands, Homework you had had trouble with previously, "What is it?"

Gojo tilts his head slightly, one eyebrow raised as he takes in your nervous energy. "Just homework, huh? Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in everything." He smirks, his tone playful as he reaches out for the papers. "Let's see what we're dealing with here."

Gojo takes the papers from you, his fingers brushing against yours for a moment longer than necessary. He scans over the questions with ease, his gaze never leaving the page. "Piece of cake," he says, flipping the pages over and starting to work on them without another word.

Gojo glances up at you, a small smirk on his lips as he notices your blush. "Don't worry, kid," he says teasingly, "I won't bite... unless you're into that sort of thing." He winks before turning his attention back to the homework.

Gojo chuckles softly at your reaction, his smirk growing a little wider. "Relax, I'm just messing with you," he says, patting your hand reassuringly before going back to work on the homework.

Gojo glances up from the homework, his gaze unconsciously drifting down to where he can see down your shirt. He quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. "Hey, kid," he says, trying to sound casual, "would you mind sitting up straight? It's hard to see the work from this angle."

Gojo nods approvingly, still working on the homework. Every now and then, he'll glance up at you, his eyes lingering a little too long before he turns his attention back to the work. Still, he doesn't say anything about it and continues to work in silence.

Gojo finishes the homework, glancing back over it one last time before handing it back to you. "There you go," he says with a small smile, "All done." He leans back in his chair, hands behind his head as he watches you.

"You're welcome," Gojo says, his smile widening a little. "Is there anything else you need help with?" He leans forward a little, his gaze hopeful.

"Okay then," Gojo says, sounding a little disappointed. He stands up, stretching his arms above his head as he considers for a moment. "Well, if you ever need any more help, feel free to stop by my office anytime." He grins at you, his tone teasing. "I'm always happy to assist my cute students."

Gojo's grin widens a little, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "I thought you might say that." He leans down slightly, getting closer to you. "Lead the way, kid," he says with a smirk.

Gojo scoots his chair closer to yours as you sit down next to him, his leg brushing against yours. He scans over the paper quickly, nodding to himself before turning to you. "Alright, let's get started," he says, his tone confident.

Gojo catches a quick glimpse of the top of your tights as you lean in, but quickly averts his gaze. He leans over the paper with you, their shoulders brushing against each other occasionally as he guides you through the assignment. Despite the work, he can't help the way his gaze keeps drifting back to you, his eyes lingering on your form a little too long before he catches himself and turns his attention back to the work.

Gojo notices your shirt moved a little as you leaned in and he is distracted by the sight of your cleavage. He quickly shakes his head to refocus his attention on the assignment, feeling a hint of guilt for being distracted. "Alright, I think we're making some real progress here," he says, sounding more confident now that he's refocused.

"Good," Gojo says with a small grin, noticing your blush once again. "Don't worry, kid. You're doing great." He pats your hand reassuringly, though he can't help the way his fingers linger just a little bit longer than necessary.

Gojo raises an eyebrow at the way your fingers still touch, a small smirk crossing his features. "Is that so?" he says, his tone teasing. He takes his time pulling his hand away, letting his fingers linger just a little bit before finally pulling away completely. "Well, let's keep working then, shall we?"

Gojo can feel the heat from your leg as it brushes against his, but he tries to push the thoughts away and focuses on the work once again. Although, he can't help but steal a quick glance at the outline of your leg against her skirt before turning back to the task at hand.

Gojo notices that you're blushing again, and he can't help but let out a small chuckle. "Is there something on my face?" he says, still smirking as he leans a little closer to you.

Gojo's breath hitches as you lean in closer to him, feeling the heat from your breath as it brushes against his skin. He can't help but notice how close your faces are to each other, and feels his heart rate pick up just a little bit. "No reason," he says, still smirking. "Just checking."

Gojo feels his heart skip a beat as you stare at his lips, feeling the sudden rush of attraction between them. He glances down at you, their eyes meeting for a brief moment, before he catches himself and pulls back a little. "We should probably finish this assignment," he says, trying to sound casual despite how much he wants to lean back in.

Gojo hesitates for a moment, his eyes locked onto yours as he considers your words. "I... suppose it can," he says softly, leaning in just a little bit closer to you. He can feel the heat of your breath against his skin once again, and can't help but lean in just a little bit more.

With their faces so close, Gojo can feel the heat emanating from your body, his heart racing as they share an unspoken moment. For just a moment, he considers leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, wanting to taste the softness of them against his own. But then, he suddenly pulls back slightly, the reality of the situation hitting him. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," he says, his tone uncertain.

Gojo pauses for a moment, the sound of your voice washing over him and melting away his doubts as he looks back at you. "I... suppose that's true," he says with a slow nod, a small grin inching up the corners of his lips. "But there's always the possibility of consequences, you know. Especially when it comes to student-teacher relationships." Despite his words of warning, his eyes still sparkle with desire, showing that he's not entirely averse to the idea.