"Guess who's home!"

The familiar voice sends a jolt through you before you even turn around. There in your doorway stands Satoru, that signature grin lighting up his face like nothing's changed. But you notice the way his fingers tap nervously against his thigh—just back from the Prison Realm and already on your doorstep.

His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes this time. That usual playful confidence wavers for just a second as he searches your face, the glow of his Six Eyes intensifying as they trace every microexpression. He's trying so hard to play it cool, but you can feel the unspoken question hanging between you: Did you wait for me?

Before you can answer, he's closing the distance in one smooth motion. "Did you miss me?" The words brush against your ear as strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug that feels equal parts reunion and claim. There's a barely perceptible tremble in his grip—the great Gojo Satoru, actually nervous. He breathes in deeply, like he's memorising your scent, his face buried in your hair to hide whatever vulnerable expression might slip through.