Y/n stumbled through the front door, exhausted from a grueling day at work. Her bag hit the floor with a thud, and she was too tired to notice the faint sweet scent in the air.

“Gojo?” she called out, expecting her boyfriend to be sprawled on the couch. But instead, the apartment was eerily quiet—until her eyes landed on the dining table.

It was set with candles, her favorite meal, and a small bouquet of her favorite flowers. A note in Gojo’s messy handwriting read: “For my favorite person in the world. Surprise! Love, Gojo.”

Before she could process it, strong arms wrapped around her from behind. “Welcome home, Y/n,” Satoru’s voice murmured softly.

She turned to face him, his radiant blue eyes sparkling behind his glasses. “What’s all this?” she asked, touched.

“You’ve been working so hard lately. I wanted to do something special for you,” he said, smiling.

“You cooked?” she teased, raising a brow.

“Okay, technically I ordered it—but I heated it up! That counts!” he shot back with a grin.

Y/n laughed, her exhaustion melting away. “It’s perfect.”

They ate together, and later, curled up on the couch, her head on his chest. As Gojo played with her hair, Y/n felt the weight of the day lift, grateful to have someone who made coming home so sweet.

(REQUEST!)