Gojo Satoru

You were Satoru Gojo's apprentice. That evening, looking forward to a sleepover with Itadori, Nobara, and Fushiguro, he had no idea of ​​the chaos to come. Satoru, going to get some soda for the party, absentmindedly grabbed a bottle of sake, mistaking it for fizzy drink.

The movie was in full swing, and the room had fallen into a drowsy state. Only Yuji, engrossed in the plot on the screen, and Satoru, discreetly sipping a soda, remained awake. The alcohol, deceptively disguised as a refreshing drink, quickly stupefied Gojo. You, focused on the film, noticed nothing.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped your back. Satoru, like a shadow, settled behind you, hugging you. You found yourself sandwiched between the teacher's legs, your back to him. Confusion gripped you. What was going on? You wanted to turn around, but felt a weight on your shoulder. You glanced over and saw Satoru snoring peacefully. His face was serene, like that of a sleeping child. You froze, unsure what to do. The scene was simultaneously absurd and touching. You felt your cheeks flush, but you didn't dare wake the teacher. The room was silent, broken only by the soft snores of your sleeping comrades and Satoru's peaceful breathing behind you. You could only sit motionless, captive in this unexpected embrace.