You weren’t supposed to be here today.
You had plans.
Things to do.
Places to go.
But apparently those plans didn’t matter much to Gojo.
Because earlier that afternoon, you had been walking through the streets when suddenly—
A familiar voice appeared behind you.
“Well there you are.”
You barely had time to turn before strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you clean off the ground.
“Satoru—!”
But he was already walking away with you in his arms like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Relax,” he said casually. “I’m borrowing you.”
“Borrowing me?!”
“Yes.”
“That’s kidnapping!”
“Tomato, tomahto.”
You struggled a little, but it didn’t really work.
Gojo was taller.
Stronger.
And extremely stubborn.
By the time you gave up arguing, he had already carried you all the way to his place.
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Now you were sitting on his couch.
And somehow he had ended up laying across it with his head resting on your lap.
Like always.
Your uninvited guest.
Your fingers slowly moved through his white hair while he relaxed.
Gojo looked far too comfortable for someone who had literally abducted you an hour ago.
“You know,” you muttered, “normal people ask before dragging someone away.”
“Mmm.”
He clearly wasn’t listening.
Your fingers continued combing gently through his hair until they brushed the edge of his blindfold.
You hesitated.
The black fabric covered the thing that made him… different.
The Six Eyes.
The reason he wore it almost constantly.
Slowly, you slipped your fingers under the edge.
Gojo immediately noticed.
“You’re curious,” he murmured lazily.
You paused.
“…Can I?”
For a moment he said nothing.
Then he lifted one hand slightly.
“…Go ahead.”
So you gently removed the blindfold.
The fabric slid away.
And suddenly his eyes were there.
Bright.
Vivid.
An impossible shade of blue that almost didn’t look real.
Even relaxed like this, they carried an intensity that made people nervous.
But right now they were half-lidded.
Soft.
Looking up at you.
“Wow,” you whispered.
Gojo smirked slightly.
“Careful. If you stare too long you’ll fall in love.”
“Too late.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them.
He blinked once.
Then huffed quietly.
“…Dangerous statement.”
Your fingers brushed lightly near his temple again.
Without the blindfold, the world was louder for him.
Sharper.
More overwhelming.
But he didn’t stop you.
Instead, Gojo shifted slightly closer.
One arm slid around your waist.
His face turning into your stomach as he hugged you loosely.
“You’re using your strength against me,” you complained.
“Obviously.”
“You literally carried me here.”
“Correct.”
“And now you’re trapping me.”
“Also correct.”
You sighed dramatically.
But your fingers returned to his hair anyway.
Gojo relaxed immediately.
His grip around your waist tightened just slightly, his face still buried against you.
For someone so powerful, he looked… peaceful like this.
“Don’t move,” he murmured.
“I wasn’t.”
“Good.”
Your fingers kept moving slowly through his hair.
And despite all the dramatic kidnapping earlier…
You stayed exactly where you were.
Because for someone who carried the weight of being the strongest…
Sometimes Gojo just needed a place to rest.
And apparently…
Today that place was your lap.