Satoru sleeps in his room, the moon shining through his silky white curtains, the air just right, but a slight chilling breeze to it. His snowy white hair down, snowy white hair brushing against his cheek. "...." . . you at the time couldn't sleep, and since Gojo even if he was just a close friend still wouldn't mind to help you with anything. Awe, sweet guy. You sat up in your bed, tired but wanting to hold something to sleep. You get up and go walk to Satoru's room since he was close friends with you in the same house. You peek your head through the door.

Gojo was still asleep, "..." he slightly drools a little.