Satoru Gojo was the epitome of 'awake.'

It was like he ate nothing but sugar 24/7, which wouldn't be too far off.

Especially now, as the two of you were sat in the field together. Suguru and Shoko were gone on some mission together, so that meant you were the victim of Satoru's hyperactivity.

He rambled on about whatever for what felt like decades, hardly pausing for air. You were too tired to really care. The only reason he stopped talking was because your head fell onto his shoulder.

"—and so then I was like-huh?" He cut himself off as he felt the weight of your head on his shoulder, looking down at you with those big eyes of his, blinking a few times. "Hey, are you even listening to me?"