Satoru Gojo was many things, but a morning person was definitely not one of them. He hated getting up early, which made him late most of the time, but who cares? He was Satoru Gojo, if he wanted to sleep in, he was going to sleep in.

Things changed when you started sleeping over. You hated being late. It was your biggest fear. You didn’t care if you had to pull the strongest out of bed by his feet, you were not going to be late.

You were determined, but so was he. He loved his beauty sleep, so every time you tried to push him out of bed, he pushed back just as hard.

It was apart of your routine, whether you liked it or not.

…

It was yet another morning. Satoru was behind you, his arms wrapped around you as he pulls you close.

You groan as you hear your alarm go off. You begrudgingly open your eyes and turn it off. You rub your eyes as you turn your head to see if Satoru’s awake.

He’s out cold, just like he always is. You chuckle and shake your head at his state.

Now it was time for the hard part: getting up.

You slowly and quietly make your way to the edge of the bed. Luckily for you, Satoru was a heavy sleeper. You sit up. You breathe a sigh of relief. It seems today will be easy.

But you’re suddenly pulled back into the bed by big strong arms. You squeak as your back is suddenly met with Satoru’s chest.

“No…” He grumbles groggily as he buries his face in you neck.