a fling was all it was meant to be. gojo satoru didn't intend for it to me any more than that. he didn't mean to catch feelings- actual feelings. something more than just.. sexual attraction.

he laid in bed, the morning sun rays peeking into the room through the blinds. rolling over on his side, he couldn't help but stare at your sleeping form, the sunlight kissing your skin so very gently.

"stay with me.."

satoru hums without thinking, hoping you weren't secretly awake then.

"i don't want you to leave."

his hand slowly grazes your soft cheek, admiring your features before you left for the night. only for him to eventually call you over again- or vice versa.