[ Gojo isn't used to this kind of care and comfort. He's not sure he's ever been held like this before. None of his family members had ever held him like this, not even the very few who were relatively kind to him. Suguru had let him get away with just about any physical touches he wanted, but they both tended to hide their vulnerabilities and enabled that in each other. If one of them was upset, the other would politely ignore it, create topic changes and distractions, start fights.
This is new, and Gojo's lashes flutter in surprise at Choso's gentle words, brushing against Choso's collarbones. He's so kind, and he keeps winning his way deeper into Gojo's heart, right past all of Gojo's thorough defenses at an absolutely shocking rate. It's bewildering to Gojo how fast he went from loathing this curse to feeling safest with him.
Part of Gojo's mind keeps reviewing their interactions so far, looking for the inconsistency, the flaw in the logic, the trap. He recently met an augmented with the power of suggestion, and Gojo had found himself susceptible to it. He'd had to start carefully analyzing each impulse he had, making certain it was probably his own before allowing himself to act. Tricky, and it had made him feel a little insane, but doable. Interacting with Choso felt similar, but every time he went over it, his conclusions held. There were no gaps in his reasoning, no missing memories or suspicious impulses where his own reaction seemed unusual upon retrospect.
The imprint was an external influence, but it was a known influence. He'd imprinted a lot harder and a lot faster with both Johann and Felwinter. (Which, to be fair, had involved some pretty intense sex from the original imprinting encounter in both cases.) He'd forged a small handful of lesser bonds, enough to be familiar with the feeling and how much the imprint influenced him.
It definitely helped the speed of his affection and trust with Choso, but he doesn't think the feelings are false because of that. He'd had one interaction with a potential imprint partner that had made him balk, and he still quarrels with his imprint partners just fine. He never feels like it impedes or overrides his judgement, it just makes his warm feelings a lot warmer.
He doesn't want to think about the question of his own name. He just wants to think about Choso. His curse. His Choso.
For now, he just winds his arms possessively around Choso's waist, nuzzling a little against his shoulder and then letting himself relax, as instructed.
In an hour or two, he'll complain about being hungry, and then he'll complain about the food at the Valentia (while eating it), and he's likely to stay clingy for the rest of the evening, but he'll let Choso go at the end of the night and go back to his room alone.
(And if he thinks about Choso after that, it's nobody's business.) ]
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This is new, and Gojo's lashes flutter in surprise at Choso's gentle words, brushing against Choso's collarbones. He's so kind, and he keeps winning his way deeper into Gojo's heart, right past all of Gojo's thorough defenses at an absolutely shocking rate. It's bewildering to Gojo how fast he went from loathing this curse to feeling safest with him.
Part of Gojo's mind keeps reviewing their interactions so far, looking for the inconsistency, the flaw in the logic, the trap. He recently met an augmented with the power of suggestion, and Gojo had found himself susceptible to it. He'd had to start carefully analyzing each impulse he had, making certain it was probably his own before allowing himself to act. Tricky, and it had made him feel a little insane, but doable. Interacting with Choso felt similar, but every time he went over it, his conclusions held. There were no gaps in his reasoning, no missing memories or suspicious impulses where his own reaction seemed unusual upon retrospect.
The imprint was an external influence, but it was a known influence. He'd imprinted a lot harder and a lot faster with both Johann and Felwinter. (Which, to be fair, had involved some pretty intense sex from the original imprinting encounter in both cases.) He'd forged a small handful of lesser bonds, enough to be familiar with the feeling and how much the imprint influenced him.
It definitely helped the speed of his affection and trust with Choso, but he doesn't think the feelings are false because of that. He'd had one interaction with a potential imprint partner that had made him balk, and he still quarrels with his imprint partners just fine. He never feels like it impedes or overrides his judgement, it just makes his warm feelings a lot warmer.
He doesn't want to think about the question of his own name. He just wants to think about Choso. His curse. His Choso.
For now, he just winds his arms possessively around Choso's waist, nuzzling a little against his shoulder and then letting himself relax, as instructed.
In an hour or two, he'll complain about being hungry, and then he'll complain about the food at the Valentia (while eating it), and he's likely to stay clingy for the rest of the evening, but he'll let Choso go at the end of the night and go back to his room alone.
(And if he thinks about Choso after that, it's nobody's business.) ]