Gojo was being unusually quiet.
Not completely silent—he still threw in the occasional comment, something teasing, something light—but there was less energy behind it. Less of that usual, overwhelming presence that filled every room he walked into.
You noticed immediately.
“…You look tired,” you said, stepping a little closer.
“I always look good,” he replied without missing a beat, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
But he didn’t move away when you reached up.
That’s how you knew.
Your fingers brushed his hair back first, slow and careful, smoothing it away from his face. For a second, he stilled—like he hadn’t expected it—but then he leaned into it, just slightly.
“…What are you doing?” he asked, voice quieter now.
“Taking care of you,” you murmured.
“Mm. Dangerous choice.”
But he didn’t stop you.
If anything, he made it easier.
Tilting his head just enough so your hand could move more freely, letting you fix what didn’t need fixing, your touch lingering longer than necessary. His eyes stayed on you the whole time—less playful now, more… focused.
Soft.
“You’re really going all out,” he muttered.
“You complaining?”
“…Did I say that?”
Your thumb brushed lightly against his cheek, and that was it.
Something shifted.
His hand found your waist, pulling you closer without warning, like he didn’t want even that small distance between you anymore. His head dipped slightly, resting against you, closer than before.
“Keep going.”
It wasn’t teasing this time.
It wasn’t playful.
Just honest.
You softened immediately, your hand moving again—through his hair, along his face, slow, gentle. And Gojo?
He let you.
No jokes.
No comments.
Just quiet.
His grip tightened slightly around you, not enough to hurt—just enough to keep you there, like he was grounding himself in the moment, in you. His eyes slipped closed briefly, tension you hadn’t even noticed finally easing.
“You’re spoiled,” you murmured softly.
“Only with you.”
And he meant it.
When your hand slowed, when you started to pull away—
he noticed immediately.
“…You’re done?”
You paused, blinking. “What?”
“That’s it?” he said, opening his eyes again, something almost boyish in the way he looked at you now. Not demanding—just… reluctant.
You sighed softly, amused, and lifted your hand again.
He relaxed instantly.
Leaning back into you, closer this time, arms still around you like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.
No teasing.
No act.
Just Gojo—
quiet, soft, and completely content staying right there with you a little longer.