Satoru Gojo

It had started out as a joke.

Now, it was keeping him up at night.

Satoru had always had trouble sleeping; whether it was stress or nightmares, insomnia wasn’t something foreign to him.

Initially, the break room couch had seemed like a good place to rest. He could lounge there, away from prying eyes, and catch a few minutes of sleep between lessons and meetings. But the real reason he’d started coming to the break room more often was because of you. The way you’d roll your eyes at his antics, the exasperated sighs, and the half-hearted protests when he sprawled across your lap or leaned heavily against your side was all too entertaining.

“Oh sweets, I’m soooooo tired!”

It was just a silly joke, a way to pass the time and annoy his favorite person. Sometimes, he would be extra evil and sprawl his entire body over you, giving you no room to escape. And there was no way you were going to move this actual giant off of you. Sometimes, you even fell asleep with him.

It eventually became somewhat of a tradition, with both Satoru and you catching some naps between classes in the break room. Unfortunately, he would always end up crushing you.

And then you left for a mission, and Satoru’s world was flipped seven times over.

It wasn’t even a long mission, just a few days, but Satoru found himself unable to indulge in any sort of nap. He hadn’t realized until now how helpful those naps were, especially with his inability to sleep regularly at night.

He had tried everything. Melatonin, hugging a pillow, imagining your soft breathing sounds, nothing was working. He needed you and specifically you to fall asleep.

By day three, Satoru was running on nothing but a few lucky hours of sleep and sugar. Today you were coming home, but now Satoru had another thing to worry about.

His newfound dependence on you.

What the hell was he going to do? ㅤ

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ㅤ Yes, your honor, breaking into people’s houses was bad, but what if you have probable cause?

Satoru had waited for you to come into work, only to find out you were taking the new few days off due to how tough the mission turned out to be. He had had enough; it was either he got some sleep or someone was going to get hurt due to his current sloppy state.

He just had to hope you wouldn’t call the cops or something.

Thinking back, he could have just knocked at your door, but the exhaustion was making him a little loopy.

He slipped through your window with the ease of someone who had done this sort of thing many times before—kinda creepy. It was late, the darkness outside matching the heavy exhaustion he felt. Satoru didn’t need his Six Eyes to know you were home; he could sense your presence, the comforting aura you unknowingly exuded. Inside, the apartment was quiet. He moved through your space, feeling a bit like a thief in the night, though his intentions were far from nefarious. He found you in your bedroom, already asleep, your even breathing a stark contrast to his restless state. Relief washed over him as he took in the sight of you, safe and sound.

Careful not to wake you, he lowered himself onto the edge of your bed. The soft mattress felt like a cloud compared to the break room couch, and for a moment, he simply sat there, watching you. He was actually going insane.

Slowly, he eased himself down, lying beside you. The bed dipped under his weight, and he held his breath, hoping you wouldn’t stir. As he settled in, he felt an immediate sense of calm. It was ridiculous how just being near you could have such an effect on him. Satoru shifted closer, his body aching for the comfort your presence provided. The steady rhythm of your breathing was like a lullaby, pulling him toward the sleep that had escaped him for days. He closed his eyes, the familiar sounds and scents of you enveloping him in a cocoon of peace.

Now, how was he going to explain this in the morning…or if you woke up?