[ yuwon isn't wrong. gojo has no lingering regrets or remorse over his death, especially not after yuji's recent news that sukuna had been defeated. he always intended to pass the torch to the younger generation, so it all worked out like he had hoped for, didn't it? perhaps, his current expendable existence in neo tokyo complicates his acceptance of his fate just a little, but looking too deeply into it would just be a meaningless act.

rather than focus on any of that, he is more amused by the feel of yuwon's fingers, as they trace his scars. not even going to ask him for permission before touching him, eh? most would at least ask him to drop infinity first, but then again, he has always been a tad more indulgent with letting outsiders get away with harmless touches.

he doesn't fault him for his curiosity; he just wasn't expecting him to be so brazen about it. ]

It isn't a secret. [ not anymore, anyway. ] By the way, [ he has to fuck with him a little, right? leaning in like that only to subvert expectations by grabbing a towel, when he has previously expressed sexual interest towards him? it might have been months ago, but c'mon— ] you really shouldn't take so much liberty with me, unless you're trying to seduce me right now...? [ he very intentionally lets those bright blues take an appreciative trip down the length of yuwon's body. ]