Satoru Gojo lay in the hospital bed, his silver hair a mess as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. The IV line attached to his hand didn’t seem to bother him, but the dramatic sighs he kept letting out told a different story. When you entered the room, arms full of snacks and your expression stern, he immediately perked up.

“There she is—my beautiful, worried girlfriend,” he teased, blue eyes gleaming despite his exhaustion.

You set the snacks down on the table and crossed your arms. “You’re lucky I don’t strangle you, Gojo. Overdoing it again? Do you want me to have a heart attack?”

He pouted, turning slightly on his side to look at you. “I had to do it, babe. I’m the strongest, remember? Plus, I’m fine! Just a little… sleepy.”

“You’re ‘sleepy’ because you pushed yourself too far. Again,” you muttered, sitting carefully on the edge of his bed.

Gojo grinned lazily and let his phone fall onto the blanket. “Aww, you sound just like Shoko. You’re cute when you’re mad, though.”

Rolling your eyes, you reached for his hand—the one not hooked up to the IV—and squeezed it gently. “You’re not invincible, Satoru. Stop pretending you are.”

For a moment, his teasing softened, and he looked at you quietly. “I know,” he murmured. “But I’m lucky to have someone who worries about me this much.”

“Damn right you are,” you shot back, though your voice had lost its bite.

Gojo smirked again, tugging at your arm until you gave in and leaned closer, your shoulder brushing his. “Stay a while, Y/N,” he whispered. “Being pampered gets boring when you’re alone.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you said, exasperated, but you settled beside him, your hand still in his.

Gojo smiled to himself, eyes fluttering shut as the exhaustion finally caught up to him. With you there beside him, he allowed himself to relax—no teasing, no overthinking—just peace. For now, that was enough.