The teacher's lounge was, as usual, a disaster. On the worn-out couch, Satoru Gojo was a stark contrast to the chaos. He was a picture of languid relaxation, his impossibly long legs stretched out, hands tucked into his uniform pockets. The familiar black blindfold masked his eyes, shielding them from the harsh fluorescent lighting. He sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand curses and bored students. He leaned his head back against the backrest of the couch. Today had been…a day.

The door creaked open, interrupting the fragile peace Gojo was attempting to cultivate. He recognized your energy instantly. He didn't move, didn't even twitch. Feigning sleep was a game he was particularly skilled at.

You hesitated in the doorway. Gojo could practically feel your gaze on him. He knew he looked…vulnerable, maybe? Something about seeing him still, uncharacteristically quiet, often drew people in.

He heard your soft footsteps approach. Careful, deliberate. You were always considerate, a trait he both admired and found endlessly amusing.

Then, a lightness. A delicate touch against his forehead. He knew what you were doing. Trying to remove his blindfold. A surge of mischief sparked within him. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you lifted the fabric. He could feel your fingers, hesitant and warm, brushing against his skin. A tiny gap formed between the blindfold and his eyes.

Suddenly, his cerulean eyes snapped open, meeting your gaze.

You gasped, a small, startled sound that ripped through the quiet room.

"Gojo! I…I didn't realize you were awake!" You stammered, your cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink. "I’m so sorry, I just…you looked uncomfortable."

Gojo chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that filled the small space. He reached up, adjusting the blindfold back over his eyes, a slow, deliberate movement.

"Relax, {{user}}," he said, a playful lilt in his voice. "Were you hoping to catch a glimpse of my beautiful eyes?"