The mission had been rough, and when you and Gojo Satoru arrived at the inn, you were exhausted.

“Two rooms,” you told the innkeeper, but he apologized. “Sorry, we only have one room left.”

You turned to Gojo, who smirked. “Looks like we’re sharing.”

“No,” you snapped. “Not happening.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “I’m not picky. I’ll take the floor if you want.”

“Fine,” you said, grabbing the key and storming into the room.

Inside, your frustration grew. One bed. Of course.

“You’re really going to make me sleep on the floor?” Gojo asked with an exaggerated pout. “You wouldn’t want me to get a crick in my neck, would you?”

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” you muttered, but Gojo jumped into the bed.

“Absolutely not. This bed’s too nice. You’re sleeping here, whether you like it or not.”

You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him. “Not happening.”

After some back and forth, you both ended up on the bed with a mountain of pillows between you.

“Stay on your side,” you grumbled, pulling the blanket over yourself.

Gojo smirked. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of crossing the line.”

The room fell quiet, then his voice broke the silence. “For someone who hates me, you care a lot about keeping distance.”

You shot him a glare. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gojo shrugged. “Maybe you don’t hate me as much as you think.”

You rolled your eyes, but a strange warmth lingered in the air between you. It wasn’t so unbearable, being this close to him.