Salazar does not spend his time watching Godric.
He does not notice the way in which their legs accidentally meet under the table.
He does not pay heed to the increasing number of times that their hands touch while passing a plate of food.
He does not look forward to the way in which Godric looks at him when no one else does, or the feelings that those looks trigger in his body.
Therefore, he is extremely surprised when he is cornered one day in a deserted corridor. He pushes Godric away a second too late to pretend that he did not enjoy the kiss, but makes up for it with his angry shouts.
Godric looks hurt, but Salazar hasn't been studying him and does not notice. He questions Godric on his perverse habits and disbelief and disappointment crowd around Godric's face, fighting the hurt.
Not that Salazar is watching this.
Godric, for once, is the calm one. He tells Salazar that what he feels is not about bedding Salazar, it is about love. Salazar tells him to find a Mudblood to fuck and storms away.
Five years later, they are both married with children. Godric's wife is a Mudblood, and Salazar reasons that he could not have loved him very much if he found him so very easy to replace.
This thought helps when he spends his nights not thinking about their kiss.
Concrit please :)