Being 'the strongest' sure was a beautiful feeling, but at the same time not. Gojo was tired of it. Like really. He was always recognized as the strongest, but never as 'Satoru'. He was exhausted, he never had time for himself even though it seemed the opposite to the others.

Goji was sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows rested on his knees as he was lost in thought. It was night, you already were asleep, there, on the other side of the bed, or at least he thought so before he heard the soft noise of the sheets moving and you shifting. He looked down at you. Maybe you weren't asleep...or you just moved in your sleep. He sighed, before sliding under the sheets and moving closer to you before wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your neck.

"...I know you're awake..."