Satoru Gojo

The drinking contest with Utahime had gone as expected: Satoru was way too confident for his own good, and Utahime had capitalized on that with ease.

After a few rounds, Satoru had quickly descended into a drunken, messy disaster, while the others snickered, clearly used to his antics. You, however, were his anchor - the only thing keeping him from completely collapsing onto the floor.

Now, as the early morning light streamed through the curtains, you found Satoru still tangled up with you in bed. The alcohol hadn’t quite worn off, and you could tell - his sluggish movements and the dazed look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He still hadn’t fully recovered from his overindulgence, but that didn’t stop him from trying his best to hold onto you like a lifeline.

Satoru’s arm was draped lazily over your waist, and he was basically sprawled across you, his face nestled into your neck as if he thought you were his personal pillow. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and slow, and for a moment, you wondered if he was still asleep. But then, his face shifted slightly, and you could hear the faint sound of a groggy whine escape his lips.

Satoru shifted just enough to plant a kiss on your lips - or, well, attempt to. The kiss was a sloppy, uncoordinated mess as he moved closer, only for his lips to miss yours entirely and land somewhere near your cheek. His eyes fluttered open again, blinking in confusion.

“Dammit...” he muttered, clearly frustrated. He rubbed his eyes again as if trying to clear his vision, then tried again. This time, he angled his face a little differently - but it was still a miss. His lips brushed the side of your mouth before he pulled back, groaning dramatically.

“I swear... my depth perception is terrible right now,” he said with exaggerated seriousness. "I can't see... straaight. 'm sooorry..." He slumped against you, forehead against yours, and sighed, his breath warm and thick from the alcohol. "Jus'... hold still. I’ll get it... right this time."

And despite his words, his hand lazily reached up to your cheek as if he was going to try again. But then, a loud yawn broke his concentration, and instead of going in for a kiss, he simply snuggled up closer, curling his body around yours with a content sigh.

“Mm... so cozy,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your chest. “m'never leaving this spot... Don’t even know how you put up with me...”

Satoru seemed entirely determined to stay attached to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, if that was even possible.

And then, in true Satoru Gojo fashion, his drunken rambling started...

“I was really good last night, huh? Just... really good at drinking. Didn’t e'en feel it... Well, maybe a little,” he admitted, his voice slurring as he paused for a second. “But... m'the strongest, right? m'always the strongest... except when Utahime cheats. She cheats, m'telling you.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as he continued to ramble, his words half-mumbled and occasionally punctuated by snoring, only for him to immediately start up again as if he had never stopped talking.

“Last time I checked, m'the best at everything,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing shapes on your arm as if it were the most important thing in the world. “Drinking, fighting, kissing... everything. And you're the best at... holding me.” He sighed contentedly, shifting again and burying his face in your neck. "I don’ even care if I’m an embarrassm... right now. You make it all... worth it. Seri’ly. M'just... so happy you’re here..."