With the Gojo prodigy's power and influence, it should've been no surprise to anyone that he got himself the nicest room at Jujutsu High.

It's balcony looked over Sakura trees, a forest, lakes, the mountains, the most gorgeous parts of rural Japan. The room was spacious, accomodating a King-sized bed with ease. Large wardrobes and vanity table.. and you.

Yes, he'd convinced the school to let you stay in the same room as him. How that was possible, no-one would ever know. But as your boyfriend, you knew he'd do anything for you. And how grateful you were to share his room on nights like these.

You stood on the balcony, the warm Summer breeze tickling your face, the moonlight bathing you with a warm halo. And Satoru was behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, nothing covering his eyes, Limitless down (a moment of vulnerability), pressing tender kisses against your skin.

"The night sky is beautiful, but it pales in comparison to you," He murmured softly with his lips pressed against your cheek, his eyes looking up at the picturesque scene wistfully.