The silence descends rather unceremoniously. Fitting around the three of them like a terribly uncomfortable glove.

Gojo-sensei just sort of looks at him, about a quarter of his face is covered by a blindfold but Yuta can still tell that his expression is just about summed up in his question, that being,

What?

Yuta feels the prickling heat of embarrassment at his cheeks, arriving none too soon as he stills under the scrutinizing gaze of his teacher.

His teacher, who is

still

holding hands with his ancestor.

Yuta is entirely torn between feeling embarrassed and in the throes of death itself.

On one hand, he did just ask whether his teacher and ancestor are non-platonic.

On the other hand,

his teacher is holding hands with his ancestor and they 're still holding hands and why aren 't they letting go?