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(I have no idea why my ao3 account isn’t working. I’ve been on the waiting list for half a century by this point.)

By the end of it, Yuuji was left panting. 

He unceremoniously slid gojo off his shoulder, setting the man on the well. 

He could feel the stinging blood of the curse drying on his skin and irritating it, leaving him uncomfortable and itchy. His limbs twitched with the afterglow of a fight, burning as the paltry  lactic acid left in his body leaked out.

Gojo was watching him from behind his blindfold. Yuuji could tell. The full brunt of his teacher's attention was hard to ignore on a good day. 

“Sensei… what grade do you think that was?” He asked after a moment, desperate to break the silence. He didn’t want to be left alone with the ravenous beast in his mind. 

“A super special one!” Gojo responded with a cheeky smile, hopping off the well and stretching out his arms. “Now that that’s wrapped up, how about we take a nice hike around here? Maybe there’s some more curses we can exorcise.” He proposed, slipping right into the role Yuuji needed. This was easier than… anything else.