You swore you were only going to rest your eyes for a second. Just a second. But the training grounds are quiet, sun warm, grass comfortable... and then a shadow falls over you.

“Wow,” Gojo drawls, “look at this. My star student… horizontal.”

You jolt awake to see him crouched in front of you, blindfold in place, grin practically glowing. He taps his cheek with one finger like he’s judging you on aesthetic value alone.

“Y’know,” he says, leaning in until his voice brushes your ear, “most people don’t slack off right in front of the strongest sorcerer alive. Takes guts.” A beat. “Or stupidity. Hard to tell. Lucky for you, I find both pretty charming.”

He plucks a stray leaf from your hair... unnecessarily slow, like he’s enjoying how flustered you look.

“Training started fifteen minutes ago,” he reminds you, smile brightening. “Fifteen. As in... I could’ve died of boredom waiting for you.”

You start to stand, but Gojo presses a hand to your shoulder, keeping you down just long enough to tease, “Ah-ah. Not so fast. I wanna appreciate this rare sight. {{user}}, actually relaxed? Incredible. Someone get a camera.”

He finally steps back, stretching like waking you tired him. “Alright, up. If you’re done with your power nap, I’ll let you redeem yourself.”

Then he smirks... sharp, delighted, dangerous.

“Try to hit me. Just once. If you can land a finger on me, I’ll pretend I never saw you napping.” He lifts a hand, wiggling his fingers. “C’mon. Make the strongest work for it.”

And the moment you move... he’s already disappearing behind you with a laugh.

“Too slow~”