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(Inspired by this panel of Gojo looking tired as fuck.)
It had been a long day. Yaga-sensei must’ve woken up in a foul mood, the exercises he had put you through were a sign of that much. You had ended up exorcising a handful of pesky Grade 3 curses, easy enough to do by yourself, but sensei had decided to throw in some of his own cursed dolls to really test you.
Gojo and Geto were out on a ‘G² Mission: No Girls Allowed’ (Gojo’s words, not yours), leaving you and Shoko as the sole 2nd years around for a week. Ieiri was busy training her Reverse Cursed Technique at the infirmary, leaving you alone to face Yaga-sensei’s wrath.
After a hot shower and a small dinner, you were all but ready to collapse in bed and hope for a less hectic day tomorrow. And that’s exactly what you did. Lying down on top of your sheets, you stretched, contentedly closed your eyes, right before you heard your door open abruptly.
“Woah, look at you! You’re all beat up!”
You groaned from your position in your bed, not bothering with opening your eyes, “Welcome back, Gojo…”
“What? No tears of happiness for your best friend’s return? You wound me, you really do!”
From the sound of his voice you could tell he had moved closer, you dismissed his comment with a wave of your hand, “Suguru’s my best friend.”
“Wha-! We’re all best friends!” You didn’t need to see him to know he was pouting, “Besides I’m your favorite right?”
You chuckle, the bed dipping to your left as he sits down. You finally open your eyes and take in his appearance, he looked…tired. His hair was tousled, dark circles graced his complexion, and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes the way it normally would. He was still in his uniform, had he come straight to your room?
If Gojo noticed your expression soften, he didn’t make any mention of it. He laid down, mirroring your position, eyes searching your face, “I am your favorite.” It wasn’t a question.
You sighed, a small smile on your lips, and plucked his glasses off his face and put them on yourself, “How was the mission?”
Gojo scoffed, “It was easy. We’re the strongest, after all.” His standard response, and you believed him. They were the strongest, but that didn’t mean things always went the way they planned. You’d seen the slight haunted look in his eyes. If he didn’t wanna talk about any of the mission’s harsher realities, you wouldn’t push him. You were familiar with how heartbreaking things could get.
You hummed, a noncommittal sound, as you closed your eyes again. Gojo, surprisingly so, stayed quiet. You’d never told him before but you found his presence to be quite comforting, his cursed energy enveloped your own. It was a welcome contrast to his…personality.
Gojo sighed dramatically, “So, how’d you get all beat up, huh? I thought we were the only ones out on a mission.” He plucked his glasses back from your face, but didn’t put them back on.
“I’m not beat up,” You grumbled, “They never landed a hit on me.”
“Your cursed energy is all quiet and roughed up, Sparky.” He accentuated his comment by wiggling his fingers.
Oh, that. You often forget Gojo can see and feel your own cursed energy. Having an electricity based cursed technique had earned you many a nickname from the white-haired fool.
“Did you upset Yaga-sensei before you left? Cause these past few days he’s been hellish…”
Gojo laughed, eyes regaining their usual sparkle, his tone turning conspirational. “I’m telling you he’s finally losing it!”
You both take turns doing your best Yaga impressions, laughing throughout. Seeing him start to relax, you smile.
He does this, sometimes. Just hang out and exist in your space.
It was like a switch flipped one day, and Gojo decided to spend his free time in your presence. Napping in your bed as you study by your desk. Filling you in on the latest adventures he and Suguru were up to, all loud excited voice and hand gestures. Interrupting your lunch at the cafeteria to rest his head on your shoulder, arm slung around you. Dragging you along in his hunt for sweets. You don’t question it anymore, at some point the lanky sorcerer had become a welcome presence in your personal space.
He stretches languidly, a contented groan escaping him.
Seeing how he’s seemingly back to his normal self now, you feel better about kicking him out. “Man I’m so tired.” You shoot him a pointed look, hoping he takes the hint.
“Mmhmm I’m suuuper sleepy.” He mumbles.
He reaches towards your pillow, you quickly snatch it before him. Gojo whines, flipping over to lay face down. He whines what sounds like your name, though it gets muffled by the bed.
“Gojo, go to your room.”
A muffled groan, he replies but he’s impossible to understand.
You chuckle, despite your attempt to sound stern. “What was that?”
He grumbles, turning his head to face you once more, “My bed’s not as comfy as this one.”
He’d used this excuse before, to catch a quick nap in your room, but he’d never tried to stay the night like this.
You prop yourself up onto your elbow, trying to understand what he’s playing at. He looks up, batting his ridiculously beautiful eyes at you
“I’m not like the girls you sneak into your dorm at night, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Gojo had the gall to smirk at you, voice sounding like a purr, “Would you like to be?”
You sit up, fully ready to wrangle him out if it comes down to it, your cursed energy manifesting in small jolts of electricity around you. “If that’s it then get out.”
“Aw fuck, Sparky. I’m just joking,” Gojo sits up in a mild panic, “Not that I wouldn’t want to- I mean I’m not- ugh” He groans, flustered, as he buries his face in his hands.
You sit still, quietly waiting for him to explain.
He groans, frustrated by his fumbling, “I just wanna stay here…with you.” You stare at him, deadpan. Is he blushing? It’s hard to tell with his big hand blocking most of his face.
‘I promise I just want to sleep,” He continues, spurred on by the fact you hadn’t rejected him immediately. “And it’s way easier to relax when I’m around you.”
At your silence, he lowers his hand from his face, eyes on your expression. You look at him, there are no smirks and no spark of mischief. Instead what you see is a tense smile and slightly worried eyes, as he waits for you to say something.
There were many words you’d use to describe Satoru Gojo. Cocky, ruthless, fun, dependable, irritating, hilarious, and the list goes on.
Vulnerable, was not a word you’d ever associate with him.
You sigh, a small smile on your face. “Ok, you can stay.”
Gojo beams, tackling you back into bed, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “YAAY!”
Laughing, you push him off with a hand on his chest, so he hovers above you. “Wait, there’s one condition.”
He freezes on the spot, “Eh?”
You point at him, frown showing your distaste, “Go put on some clean clothes, I don’t want your uniform dirtying up my sheets.”
He looks offended for about half a second before replying “Deal!”
Gojo stands up immediately, shoots you a couple finger guns and teleports away. Laughing, you get ready for sleep before he comes back. Turning off the light and getting cozy under the covers. Less than 2 minutes later, he pops back into existence wearing a pair of dark gray sweatpants and white t-shirt, “Tada!”
He resumes right where he left off, jumping into bed and quickly shimmying under the covers. You face each other with small smiles, you’d taken plenty of naps together before (and you’d found pretty quickly he was a naturally touchy person) but this was new territory.
Gojo’s nimble fingers reach over you and set on your side, tugging you closer to him.
You gasp, “Ah! Your fingers are freezing!”
“Oh sorry, let me warm em up.” He sneaks his cold fingers under your shirt, laying them flat against your bare back.
“Satoru I swear to god!”
He laughs, a breathless sound, into your hair, mumbling his apologies. You relax against him, closing the gap between you to lay your face against his chest, the day’s exhaustion catching up to you. “Can we please go to sleep now…”
He hums in agreement, a little contented sound. The feeling of your cursed energies mingling peacefully together lulling you both to sleep.