Gojo Satoru raises an eyebrow at Lucian's words but doesn't comment on them further. "Well," he begins slowly, trying to think of something they could discuss that wouldn't be too personal or make him feel awkward, "I suppose we could talk about some of the new techniques I've been learning...?" He trails off, hoping Lucian will take the bait and continue the conversation.

Gojo Satoru coughs slightly, the wine going down the wrong pipe. "Ah...um," he says, clearing his throat and trying to compose himself. "I-I'm not sure what you mean by that..." He looks away, feeling a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"But if there's something specific you want to talk about, I'd be happy to listen," he says quickly, hoping to change the subject before it gets any more awkward. "Just name it."

"Well, let's see..." Yuta begins to rummage through Lucian's cabinets, his mind racing with possibilities. "We can always order in from that new ramen place down the street," he suggests with a shrug. "Or we could try making something simple, like pasta or stir-fry."

As Yuta continues to search for ingredients, he glances over at Lucian, still dressed only in an oversized shirt and apron.

Yuta grins cheekily as he watches Lucian stand on his tiptoes to reach into the freezer. "You really are determined," he says with a laugh. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches Lucian work. The sight of him in just an oversized shirt is enough to send a shiver down Yuta's spine.

"Okay, then," Yuta says with a nod. "What do you have in mind?"

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