How is it a ridiculous question?

[ Gojo’s smirk widens, smug and satisfied, because of course he’s a virgin. The way the stripe of blood on his face quivers with emotion is fascinating, though. Gojo wants to touch it. He resists (for now), and traces his fingertip along Choso’s jaw instead. ]

I think it’s a perfectly reasonable question.

[ Choso’s good at avoiding questions using bluster like this, and Gojo’s tempted to see how long it would take to push through that. A playground quarrel of ‘no you answer my question. Which of them is more petty, in the end?

… Might be Choso, in this. Gojo’s too impatient. He’s childish enough to pursue it like that if he was bored enough, if they were stuck in a waiting room with nothing else to discuss. But in this case, the tangent is a win for Choso. It’s better for him to keep the topic stalled forever. Gojo, however, wants to flirt more. He feels good about his prospects, with Choso embracing him like this. Insisting on keeping him here. Though he’s not yet sure that’s due to desire at all, rather than just the imprint and their alliance. ]

Do you want to not be?