The smell of the hospital was still in the air when Satoru entered the room, a poorly bandaged forehead and purple marks scattered across his body. He had just come back from a mission that almost killed him, but instead of resting, he was there… looking at me with those blue eyes that shone with desire.

“Do you have any idea how worried you made me?” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

He chuckled and closed the door behind him.

“Oh, honey, you know I’m hard to kill.” He took off his shirt, revealing the bruises that covered his defined chest. “But there’s something that can heal me quickly.”

My breath hitched for a second when he climbed onto the bed, getting on top of me. His warm body contrasted with the cold hospital sheets, and his hands touched my waist with a delicious firmness.

“Gojo… you’re hurt,” I murmured, trying to sound rational.

He chuckled against my neck, placing slow kisses there.

“And you feel so good underneath me.” He bit my skin lightly, eliciting an involuntary sigh.

His hands began to explore my body, and I knew that, injured or not, he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.