It had been 19 days since they sealed him.

Just long enough for the world to start unraveling—and for your heart to teeter between denial and despair.

So when the knock came at your door just after midnight, you weren’t expecting salvation.

You swung it open, annoyed and half-asleep—only to freeze.

There he was.

Gojo Satoru. Unsealed. Very much alive. Leaning against your doorway like he didn’t just ghost reality for almost three weeks.

Hair a mess. Eyes annoyingly gorgeous. And the worst part?

He was wearing a jet-black shirt that read in obnoxiously bold letters:

BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

You blinked. “…Seriously?”

He grinned, sharp and boyish. “What? Too subtle?”

You squinted at the shirt, then deadpanned, “Big dick, huh? I’m gonna need proof.”

His smirk widened. “Oh? I could show you. Right here. Right now.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with every ounce of cocky chaos you’d missed.

You snorted. “You’re disgusting.”

He stepped closer, voice low. “Disgustingly missed, you mean.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart thudded traitorously in your chest. “Nineteen days and you show up like this?”

“You should’ve seen what I wanted to wear originally,” he teased. “This was the classy option.”

He reached out, fingers brushing your jaw—gentle, real. Like a dream trying to remind you it wasn’t one.

You softened, but kept the sass. “If you’re done flirting with your own ego, maybe come inside before I slam the door in your face.”

He leaned in, lips near your ear. “Lead the way, princess. And we’ll circle back to that proof thing later.”