The day had been grueling, as usual, with Gojo’s lectures stretching on forever and his “tests” being more about endurance than actual knowledge. By the time you stumbled back to your dorm, all you wanted to do was crash on your bed and forget about today’s lesson.

You barely had time to change out of your uniform before flopping face-first onto your bed. The room was dim, the air thick with the heat of the day as you let out a heavy sigh, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone.

A knock on the door made you startle, your hand slipping and nearly sending your phone flying. You muttered something under your breath, barely coherent as you pushed yourself up from the bed.

But before you could even get halfway there, the door swung open and Megumi stepped inside, looking as weary as you felt. He didn’t wait for an invitation; he just closed the door behind him and then flopped down onto the bed beside you, one arm curling around your waist in a silent demand for space and comfort.

You yelped slightly as your back hit the mattress, but before you could complain, Megumi let out a huff and buried his face in your shoulder, his hold tightening.

“Rough day?” you asked, your voice soft.

“Shut up,” Megumi mumbled, his tone both grumpy and exhausted. His arms squeezed you a little tighter, and for a moment, there was no space between you.