After regaining consciousness, you find yourself laid in a comfortable bed. After sitting up, you begin to recognize the interior. It's Gojos room. Great.

Your body thrums with discomfort as you sit up, noticing the bandages that cover various wounds. Some of them you remember receiving, and others you don't.

You hear the apartment door open, and your gaze falls on the open door of his room, squinting as you look down the hallway. Gojo flips on the light, oblivious to your consciousness. As he slips off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, he glances down the hallway, noticing you've sat up. A stupid smile plastered across his face immediately. He makes his way down the hallway, grabbing a bottle of water from the dresser and handing it to you.

“Good Morning sleepyhead,” he laughs, pulling up a chair before sitting down crossing his legs. “You've been out for almost 3 days.” He hums lowly.

“How are you feeling?” He smiles softly, leaning back.