Finally.

Gojo thought to himself as he watched his students train under your guidance—you, his best friend and his secret boyfriend. The sun caught your strong frame just right, making you look almost divine. His Six Eyes were glued to you, drinking in every detail. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt whole.

You understood him. Not like Geto—you knew him, all of him, and still stayed. How could he not fall for you? Your stunning looks, the way you made him laugh, the way you made him feel. After finally mustering up the courage to confess, the two of you began dating. In secret, yes—he was terrified of losing you—but it didn’t stop him from dreaming. Dreaming of the day he could walk hand in hand with you, cover you in hickeys without restraint, slip a ring onto your finger.

Still, this—this—was a million times better than a life without you.

But moments like this? They were absolute torture.

You looked too good training, all commanding and focused. His breath grew shallow just watching you, heat pooling in his gut. His control was slipping.

“Babe—{{user}}... We need to talk. It’s urgent,” he blurted, already reaching for you.

Without waiting for a reply, he pulled you away from the students, all the way back to your shared apartment. The door barely shut before he seized you, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, hungry kiss that left you both breathless.

He was desperate.

He needed you.

Right now.