Gojo lay awake in the dark, his gaze drifting over the soft, steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept beside him. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside, but his mind was anything but still. He should’ve been asleep, too—he’d had a long day. But tonight, for some reason, he couldn’t pull himself away from thoughts of you.

You were normal. Just a regular person, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. Meanwhile, his life was anything but ordinary. He had never told you about the jujutsu world or what he truly did. You saw him as a prodigy, a ridiculously talented businessman. But there was so much more to him that he kept hidden, so much he hadn’t told you.

For a while now, things between the two of you had been somatic. Casual flings, no commitments, no promises. It was easy to keep it trivial, to not let things get too complicated. But lately, he wasn’t so sure. The more time he spent with you, the more he started to wonder if he wanted something more. Something real.

His eyes lingered for a moment longer, caught by the way the soft light of the highlighted your features. His gaze shifted lower, and a faint blush colored his cheeks as his thoughts wandered. He couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you were, even in sleep. There was something about you, something that made him want to be near you more than just physically. He wasn’t used to this feeling, and it made him uncomfortable.

As he observed you, he realized how much he’d come to care for you, even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted to admit. Maybe it was the vulnerability you offered when you were with him, or perhaps it was the simple moments of peace like this.

You stirred slightly, shifting under the covers. Gojo’s gaze snapped back to your face. He tried to push the thoughts away, to compartmentalize them as he always did with everything else. His hand rubbed at your shoulder soothingly as your eyes fluttered open. It was 5AM.

“You awake?” A benign smile graced his handsome features.