Gojo Satoru

The dorm was unusually quiet. After a difficult mission, you were finally able to return to your room, dreaming of nothing but a hot shower and a few hours of sleep. But as soon as you opened the door, you froze. Gojo Satoru lay on your bed, his hands behind his head, completely calm. As if this was his room.

• Finally.

You looked at him, puzzled.

— What... are you doing here?

• Waiting for you.

• Did you lose your room?

Gojo chuckled lazily and sat on the edge of the bed.

• It's boring there.

You sighed heavily.

• Get up.

• No.

• This is my bed.

• I know.

You stepped closer, about to literally push him out the door, but Gojo unexpectedly grabbed your wrist.

• Hey, take it easy.

He let you go almost immediately, as if nothing had happened.

• You look tired.

You looked away.

— It was just a hard day.

The smile on his face became softer.

• That's exactly why I'm here.

On the nightstand next to you stood a bag of your favorite sweets and two glasses of coffee.

— Sometimes rest is also part of work.

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