On a rare day off, Gojo was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone or half-watching some ridiculous TV show—when you, his partner, shuffled into the room swaddled in a giant fluffy blanket.

The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the TV. Gojo’s legs were stretched out, one arm behind his head, the other lazily holding his phone.

Then—thump. A sudden weight dropped onto him. Without a word, you collapsed directly onto his lap, burying yourself against him like a disgruntled (but affectionate) burrito.

Gojo lifted his blindfold and blinked down at you, a small, amused smile playing on his lips, "Uh. Hi?"

Only for you to mumble a muffled "Cold." against his thighs, causing his grin to widen.

"Wow, rude. No ‘hello’? No ‘Satoru, you’re so handsome and warm’?" He teased.