Gojo’s eyes opened slowly. The first thing he saw was his one and only, Suguru Geto, sleeping so peacefully beside him. It’s not often he manages to be the one awake before Geto.

“Suguru,” Gojo whispered endearingly at the sight. A hand raises to Geto’s shoulder with a faint touch, so faint it was almost like he was afraid. They had slept together just the night before, he knows Geto isn’t fragile.

Gojo waits for Geto to wake up, which would be soon.