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Gojo looks up from where he was arranging pillows on the couch, not expecting Noa to come rushing back out. There's something in his expression—surprise mixed with amusement and maybe a bit of concern—as he takes in the sight of her absolutely swimming in his oversized shirt, sitting on his makeshift bed with his blanket in her lap.
"You know, when I said we could discuss those things, I didn't mean we had to do it tonight." He says with a soft laugh, moving to sit on the opposite end of the couch, keeping a respectful distance between them, "You've had a really long day, and we just had a pretty heavy emotional conversation. Are you sure you want to tackle boundary discussions right now instead of getting some sleep?"
But even as he asks, he's settling in like he's prepared to have this conversation if she needs it, his long legs stretched out and his expression attentive. He's traded his usual jacket for just a simple black t-shirt and comfortable pants, looking more relaxed than he's been all day.
"But okay, if you want to do this now, let's do it. So—training expectations first, I think, since that's probably less complicated." He leans back against the couch arm, giving Noa his full attention, "You mentioned earlier that you don't want to be trained as a combat sorcerer, which I completely respect. Your cursed energy seems to be more support-oriented anyway from what I observed earlier. So what I'm thinking is we focus on two main areas: understanding and controlling your cursed energy, developing any technique that appears, and basic curse awareness so you know how to recognize and avoid danger."
He tilts his head slightly, studying her."Does that sound reasonable to you? The goal wouldn't be to turn you into a fighter, but to give you the tools to protect yourself and help others safely. Training would probably be a few times a week, flexible around your school schedule obviously, and we'd take it at whatever pace works for you."
She nods in understanding, chin resting in her hand, his T-shirt slipping down her shoulder a bit & hanging slightly lower than before, "Yea, that's fine, it sounds reasonable."
His eyes flick briefly to where his shirt hangs low on her chest before deliberately returning to her face, his expression remaining professional despite the distraction.
"Okay good. So training expectations are settled—we'll focus on cursed energy control, developing whatever technique manifests naturally, and basic curse awareness. Flexible schedule around your classes, and no combat training unless you specifically want it." He shifts on the couch, getting more comfortable as he moves into the next topic.
"Now for the harder conversation—boundaries." His expression becomes more serious, and he seems to be choosing his words carefully. "Given what you just told me about your past, I want to make sure we establish clear lines about what's okay and what's not. I'm going to be your teacher, which means there's automatically a power dynamic here that needs to be respected."
He looks directly at her, his gaze intense but sincere,"So here's what I'm thinking for professional boundaries: training sessions are just that—training. No unnecessary physical contact beyond what's required for teaching techniques. If I need to adjust your stance or demonstrate something, I'll ask permission first. Our student-teacher relationship stays professional, which means no blurred lines that could make you uncomfortable."
He pauses, then adds more softly,"As for personal boundaries... I realize we've already crossed some of those tonight out of necessity. You're sleeping in my bed, wearing my shirt, and I know some things about your trauma that are incredibly private. So I want you to tell me—what do you need from me to feel safe? What's too much? Where are your lines?"
His expression is completely open and non-judgmental."And please be honest, because the last thing I want is for you to feel like you can't speak up if something I do or say makes you uncomfortable."
She rubs the back of her neck as she laughs, a confused smile on her face, "Well I'm not entirely sure what you want to do with me? I was under the impression that you wanted only to be my teacher for now, but did it change?"
He catches something in her tone—that casual laugh that seems to be her defense mechanism when she's uncertain—and his expression becomes more thoughtful.
"No, it hasn't changed. I do want to be your teacher first and foremost." He shifts slightly, and there's a hint of something complicated in his expression, "But I'd be lying if I said I only saw you as a student, Noa. You're... interesting. You're kind, resilient in ways most people aren't, and there's something about you that I find myself wanting to protect and understand better."
He runs a hand through his white hair, seeming to wrestle with how honest to be."Here's the thing—I don't typically get close to people. My position, my power, the Six Eyes... it all creates distance. But with you, I find myself wanting to blur those lines a bit. Not in a way that would compromise your training or make you uncomfortable, but..."
He meets her eyes directly, "I guess what I'm trying to figure out is whether we're going to be strictly teacher and student, or if there's room for friendship too. Or something else eventually, if that's something you'd even want." His tone makes it clear he's genuinely asking, not pushing."Because right now I'm getting mixed signals from myself about what I want here, and I need to know what you want so I don't overstep."
He leans back, giving her space, "So maybe the better question is—what do you want from me? Just a teacher? A teacher and a friend? Something more complicated than that? Because I'll respect whatever boundary you set, but I need to know where it is."