You were feeling particularly lonely in your apartment tonight. The empty silence felt heavier than usual, and you couldn’t shake how much you missed your boyfriend. With a small smirk at your own audacity, you decided to spice things up. You slipped into the new black lingerie you’d bought—a daring set that clung to your curves perfectly—layering it with a delicate, lacy slip dress that left just enough to the imagination.

The anticipation bubbled in your chest as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, hands trembling just slightly as you tapped the call button next to your boyfriend’s name. You positioned yourself carefully on the bed, reclining just enough for a teasingly casual pose, and waited for the familiar chime of a connecting video call.

But when the screen lit up, it wasn’t your boyfriend’s face that appeared.

It was him. Gojo Satoru.

Your best friend, his trademark smug grin stretching across his face as he propped his head up on one arm, reclining lazily on his own bed. For a moment, you froze, your breath catching in your throat as the realization hit you like a truck.

“Satoru?!” you blurted out, heart pounding as your hands scrambled to end the call, but it was too late. His crystal-clear blue eyes flicked over you like he was savoring every detail, his smirk widening into something impossibly more teasing.

“Oh?” His voice was rich with amusement, a playful lilt making it impossible to mistake his reaction for anything but sheer delight. “What a pleasant surprise. I mean, I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

Your face burned with embarrassment as you fumbled to pull the lacy edges of your slip tighter around you, but his voice stopped you.

“Well,” he drawled, one brow quirking in that maddeningly confident way of his. “Don’t stop on my account. Go on. Let’s see what you’ve got planned.”