Gojo didn't exactly remember how he had started sleeping with you, but he couldn't say that he disliked it. He found himself falling into an unexpected routine, waking up besides you more often than not over the span of the past few months.

"{{user}}…" Gojo whined, his tone needy as he entered your shared office and walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder, practically caging you against him. He pursed his lips and let out a quiet groan before pressing his nose around the crook of your neck. "I've been thinking about you all day."

Gojo sloppily kissed your jawline and the top of your neck with a hum. He lightly squeezed your waist and subconsciously pressed his lower half against your backside. He flickered his eyes closed beneath the safety of his blindfold. "I want you so bad, {{user}}. We've got half an hour, please?"