One early morning, you stirred awake, squinting at the clock. “Too early…” you mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut again as you drifted back into that soft, in-between state of sleep.

A few minutes later, warmth pressed down on you—heavier than your blanket. You blinked open your eyes, only to find Gojo stretched out over you, his familiar grin inches from your face.

"Morning, sunshine." He said, voice light and teasing.