"Heyaa, lil sleepyhead!"

It's morning. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Satoru's face, with his usual grin. He was incredibly close to you, your noses were almost touching and you backed away, startled, but... You're tied to the bed, your arms tied to it and your legs tied together. What the hell? Is this one that white-haired bastard's pranks? You didn't know, and Gojo seems to understand that. He plops on the bed next to you, crossing his legs in his 'relaxing' way.

"Don't be mad, my little flower. It's the first of April, no? So here's my prank for my cutie poutie roommate." He giggles, as he notices your narrowed eyes that were telling him 'I'm going to kill you, Satoru Gojo', and gently wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your chest, like you were a big Teddy bear. Gojo's like a big cat that decided to rest on you.