Gojou is now almost an adult. Or so he likes to think. He's 17. Not quite legal yet. But if he convinces himself enough that he is one for some countries, he might just believe it himself. Just a few more years and he'll be free to do as he wants.

Although he knows he is plenty mature to take what is his now, he knows he just isn't quite ripe just yet. He still has abt 2 more yrs left in school but whenever he finds the time, which is rarely the case, he goes straight home. After all, there's someone waiting for him there

"Welcome home, young master." The pink mop of hair dips as the man in front of him bows low. He is a man now. A man in all the right ways and all the right places. Gojou towers over him but his body is built well and much more matured than Gojou's.

"Hmm, Yuuji. Sleep with me tonight." Gojou smirks at the rapid pinking of the servant's face. He goes even darker than his hair.

"Y-y-young master?" "Hmm?" "S-sleep with you?" "I said what I said." "We musn't-" Gojou closes the distance between him and his now grown "toy," pulls him flush to his body as he circles an arm around his waist.

Yes, he definitely is a man in all the right places. His previously soft and innocent face has now grown mature - rough here and there but still hinting on the softness from way back a decade ago. His body though - it's unlike anything from when -

- Gojou has touched him when he was 8. He can feel muscles on Yuuji's arms. Even his back muscles seem well-defined. Gojou can't tell much, what with all the pesky clothes, but his hands don't lie. He's almost too giddy to see what's underneath.

"I'm grown now." Yuuji's eyes widen, the gold in them so pretty that Gojou has etched them in his brain. It's what keeps him going despite being away for long. "Y-yes. You certainly are." "You told me I can have you once I'm grown."

Yuuji bites his lip. Gojou wants to do it for him but he stops himself. Patience. Patience is a virtue. He wants to hold back for Yuuji's sake. "Yes, certainly. But you aren't quite grown yet, young master." Yuuji flashes him one awkward smile. Gojou knows it's that smile he -

- uses whenever he wants to wiggle out of something. "What do you mean?" "You're still 17, aren't you, young master?" Yuuji is already pulling himself away, the tips of his ears still red and probably warm, Gojou wants to bite them just to know if they are.

"Still too young. I'll wait a few more years if I were you!" Gojou can't help but smile inwardly at Yuuji's adorable attempts to stretch the inevitable. His voice is lacing desperation. Gojou might just relent for now.

He huffs and lets Yuuji go, the servant stumbling back and keeping his head down again. "Don't sleep in my room tonight then."

Yuuji's head snaps right back up. Gojou expects that. They've been sleeping in the same room for almost a decade. It's no surprise he's reacting this way. "Y-young master? Did I perhaps offend you-"

"None of the sort. I just rather you not see something you shouldn't see tonight. Wouldn't want you to see what I would do as I think of you. Wouldn't want to taint your innocent self, do we?" Gojou ruffles the elder's hair, "Who knows what I may do to you if you're there."

Gojou leaves the servant at the doorway, noting how Yuuji has frozen upon hearing his reasoning. Just a bit more. He has waited for almost a decade. Surely, a few more years won't hurt, right?

- Gojou hasn't come home. In fact, he hasn't been home for so long. Yuuji knows he is busy. He is extremely busy that he even opted to have his own place - a flat, somewhere in the city.

He's all grown now. Yuuji can't help but smile whenever he remembers just how small he once was. When Yuuji was deposited to the Gojou household, he was just 15 and Gojou was just 8. He was small, just barely reaching Yuuji's chest.

But now, Yuuji's all grown - mature and buff in all the places he should be buff. He's already 28 after all. He's plenty mature. And the young master, in his ripe age of 21, already towers over him, not that he hasn't already in the past few years.

He has certainly hit a growth spurt jackpot. He is now way past 6ft, he's easy on the eyes and he has this dignified air around him Save for when he opens his mouth, he really fits the bill of being the clan head. When he speaks tho, Yuuji just laughs at how childish he can get.

But really, he has become so independent that Yuuji can't help but feel both proud and sad. Right after his graduation, Gojou has somehow convinced the clan elders that he will be living separately.

Something along the lines of "It will make work more efficient. And besides, I don't want to be in a house full of old people like you. You will just drag my age higher faster."

It doesn't really make sense but being the man that he is - now old enough to assume the post of the head, the elders have almost no say to his decision.

He took off that same day. Yuuji can only watch his back as the young master leaves, his hands balled on his sides as he swallows the emptiness that has well materialized somewhere inside him.

It took some time but finally, Yuuji has been given permission to leave the ancestral house to visit his young master. He thumbs at the collar on his neck, covering it well with a red scarf which he got from when he was 15.

The young master gave it to him as a christmas present, causing ruckus all over as the child never showed any interest in anyone before. Yuuji is indeed a favored one. He isn't so sure anymore though. Gojou has left him after all.

He convinces himself he just wants to know if the young master will ever look at him again, favor him again. But only heaven knows what might happen.

Yuuji trudges his way to the high-rise building lost in thought, imagining how the young master will react when he sees him. Before he has even finished imagining all possibilities, he has already arrived in the doorstep of the flat.

He hesitates but eventually presses the doorbell once. A few moments pass but the door remains closed. He presses again, still nothing. He is just about to leave when the door swings open to a disgruntled Gojou. -

- His hair is sticking everywhere. His face is scowling. He isn't even wearing a blindfold nor eyeglasses. Yuuji knows this look. It's the look of a Gojou that's been disturbed in his sleep. The Gojou that comes after is an extremely angry Gojou.

Yuuji can't help but flinch. He dips his head low before the young master can even speak. "I am extremely sorry for disturbing your sleep, young master. I didn't mean to disturb you. I will leave now so you can sleep ag-"

Gojou clicks his tongue, "Come inside. We'll talk later." Gojou leaves the door open, already walking back into his flat and probably into his room.