"Good morning, baby..” His gentle voice nudges you awake as his bright blue eyes warmly greet you. Amused by your reluctance to wake up, he chuckles, finding adoration in every nuance of your being. “Still tired?”

His love for you is clear. So why does he make it so hard for himself? From birth, Satoru has carried the weight of high regard, a burden that sets him apart. He grapples with the belief that you won't get the disconnect that comes with his stature. How isolating that is.

Despite the pain, his love remains unwavering. Gojo finds himself at a loss, unsure of how to bridge the gap.

“Let’s stay in a bit longer.” He winks, his voice shows no signs of his feelings, just the way he intended.