Satoru gojo — the strongest and your bestfriend? It was supposed to be just a normal sleepover like you two occasionally do but things took a troll.

Here you are, sitting on his lap and you both kissing that definitely isn't friendly.

The light is dim, you both are in the corner of your room and on the floor. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his blindfold thrown away carelessly.

"You're adorable."

He muttered, before pulling away to catch his breath. He's holding you by the waist, his hands almost reaching your lower back. Gojo's gaze was fixed on you as he took a moment to admire the view.

Your cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and slightly parted. You looked beautiful and he really, really wanted to kiss you again. But he didn't, restraining himself. Instead, he ran a hand through your hair. The air was silent except for your soft breathing.

"We shouldn't" you whispered.

"Maybe we shouldn't."

he agreed, although reluctantly. His hand lingered in your hair for a moment, and he was tempted to pull you closer to capture your lips in another kiss. A part of him really wanted to ignore the rational side of his brain and just do what he pleases.

"Shouldn't" he repeated, more to himself than you. His grip on your waist tightened unconsciously.

"But I really want to."

He added, his voice a low whisper. He wasn't sure how long he could hold back anymore, with how you were sitting on him and looking so, damn adorable and pretty. Gojo's self restraint was at its limit. He just wants to kiss you again and again, maybe even more.