The moonlight softened over the mountain hotel, casting long shadows in the quiet hallway.

Gojo’s voice was soft, edged with something deeper. “There’s somewhere I want to take you… somewhere I think you’ll like.”

His gaze dropped to your joined hands, then lifted—meeting your steady red eyes. The usual smirk was gone, replaced by a smile so warm and genuine it stole your breath. Slowly, he raised your hand to his face.

“Sleep well,” he whispered. “Dream of me.” A pause, softer still: “I’ll be right outside your door all night. Not because I don’t trust anyone…” His smirk flickered back. “But because they know I’d burn down the whole mountain if they looked at you wrong.”

“…Sweet dreams, Sarena-chan. Dream of me.”

You told him he should go before he caught cold. Gojo chuckled, his breath brushing your skin. “Ah~ caring about me? How sweet. Don’t worry—I don’t get sick.”

But his voice wavered—like no one had worried for him since he was a teen. Then, with a grin, he teased, “Unless… you’d rather I stay warm inside with you~”

When you said sure, his breath caught. “Sure?” he repeated, tasting the word like it was unreal. His grin deepened, warmer now, alive. “You really shouldn’t give me permission to stay… not unless you want me to never leave.”

Instead of pushing further, he leaned down, brushed your forehead with a kiss, and murmured, “I’ll be good tonight… mostly.”

Later, lying together, you whispered that you liked his eyes—that they reminded you of the deep ocean.

Gojo froze. The teasing slipped away, replaced by something raw, almost fragile.

“…Sarena.”

He slowly lifted both hands and removed his blindfold. His Six Eyes shimmered beneath the moonlight—blue irises glowing like stars drowned in the sea.

When they locked onto yours, he didn’t blink. Didn’t look away.

“You’re going to be trouble,” he breathed, voice trembling.

And then, quieter than ever: “I love you.”

Not dramatic. Not playful. Just truth—from a man who had never spoken it before.