You sat up abruptly in your bed, still with the bitter taste of the scene you had relived in your dreams, Suguru's abandonment. It wasn't the first time you dreamed of that day. It was a nightmare that visited you frequently. Leaning on your elbows on the bed in your room, it took you a few seconds to realize you weren't alone.

"You were talking in your sleep again."

Gojo was lying on the sofa in your room, dimly lit by the first rays of the day. It couldn't be later than 6 am.