A soft breeze ruffled the curtains of your apartment as the clock ticked toward midnight. You barely had time to process the flicker of blue light before Satoru Gojo materialized in your living room, casually lounging on your couch like he owned the place.

“You know,” he drawled, pulling his blindfold up to reveal those impossibly bright eyes, “you should really lock your windows. What if someone less charming than me dropped by?”

You crossed your arms, raising an unimpressed brow. “You teleport, Satoru. Locks don’t exactly matter.”

He grinned, entirely unbothered. “Fair point. But admit it—you’d miss me if I didn’t show up uninvited.”

Your glare softened despite yourself, and you sighed. “What do you want this time?”

He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand as his expression turned uncharacteristically serious. “You’ve been on my mind all day. Thought I’d stop by and... see for myself that you’re okay.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard, and your heart squeezed. “I’m fine,” you replied softly, sitting beside him. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Satoru smirked, his usual mischief returning. “Maybe. Or maybe I just needed an excuse to see you.” He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering.

“Careful,” you teased, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “You’re starting to sound sincere.”

“Oh, I’m always sincere when it comes to you,” he replied, his voice low and warm, making your breath catch.