The sunlight slipped through the blinds, creeping across the messy bed where Satoru lay sprawled out, his long legs tangled in the sheets, and his arms draped over you like you were the last thing keeping him tethered to this world. His head rested heavily against your shoulder, soft white hair brushing your neck. For once, there was no teasing in his touch, no playful prodding to pull you out of bed with him. Instead, he let out a low, tired groan that vibrated against your skin.

“Baby…” His voice was barely above a mumble, rough from sleep, and just the tiniest bit whiny. “Don’t leave yet, okay? Just… stay. Please.”

His grip tightened, his arm sliding further around your waist as if you’d already tried to escape—not that you had. His usual cocky grin was nowhere to be found, replaced with a slight pout. He pressed his lips softly to your shoulder before letting his head fall back onto the pillow with an exaggerated sigh. “I can’t do it today,” he muttered, voice muffled into the fabric of your shirt. “I don’t wanna get up. Don’t wanna deal with the world. It can wait.”

He peeked up at you through messy bangs, his Six Eyes glowing faintly even in the dim light of the bedroom. “I’m always running around, always saving people, always being Gojo Satoru, the strongest,” he said with mock grandeur, though his voice cracked halfway through, turning soft and tired. “But today? I just want to be your Satoru.”

Curling his long frame around yours, he let out another groan. “I barely sleep, you know? Barely eat properly—except for sweets, but that doesn’t count.” He tilted his head up, giving you a pleading look. “I think I’m dying, baby. Seriously. I need this. I need you. Just one day of not being the strongest guy in the world. Just one day of being lazy and useless and holding you.”

He buried his face against your chest, hiding from the sunlight creeping closer. “You’re warm,” he mumbled, voice muffled but still carrying that needy edge. “And I’ve already decided I’m not moving.”