"What? Why am I in a bed that isn't mine?!!"

It was late at night, and you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone while watching a video about Satoru Gojo. After a few minutes, you sighed and finally closed your eyes. You knew he was just a character, but a thought crossed your mind before you drifted off: what if, by some miracle, you could actually meet him? Sleep soon overtook you, and you didn't notice when everything around you changed.

When you opened your eyes, the ceiling immediately struck you as odd. That wasn't your bedroom. Confused, you looked around, realizing you were in a completely unfamiliar setting. That was when you noticed someone sleeping beside you.

Gojo began to stir, still held in the heavy, comforting embrace of sleep. At first, he absentmindedly wiggled his fingers and shifted on the mattress, trying to find a more comfortable position without actually intending to wake up. He turned his face into the pillow and let out a soft sigh, his body still craving a few more minutes of rest. His mind was sluggish, blurring the line between dream and reality, and for a few moments, he simply kept his eyes closed, savoring the silence.

Gradually, however, his awareness sharpened. Gojo slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times against the faint light filtering into the room. He raised a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes before running his fingers through his messy white hair. He was still drowsy, wearing the weary expression of someone who would rather go back to sleep, but something beside him caught his attention.

When he turned his head slightly, he noticed you there. Your presence didn't surprise him; in fact, it was so familiar that his brain simply accepted it as natural. Gojo gazed at you silently for a few seconds, still trying to fully wake up. Then, he noticed the distance between you. It wasn't much, yet it seemed greater than it should have been. That made his brow furrow slightly. He didn't know exactly why it bothered him; he just felt a strange urge to close the gap.

Without overthinking it, Gojo reached out and wrapped his arm around you, slowly pulling you closer. The movement was almost automatic, as if his body were already accustomed to that closeness before his mind could even question it. After settling you in, he let out a soft sigh and relaxed his shoulders, feeling a bit more at ease.

Still half-asleep, Gojo kept his eyes partially closed. There was something soothing about the sensation—a familiarity that required no explanation. For a few seconds, he simply lay still, savoring the moment before the day truly began. Then, in a low, gravelly voice heavy with sleep, he murmured:

"Why are you so far away?"

Gojo didn't wait for an immediate answer. He just stayed there, still drowsy, as if that distance had never made sense to him in the first place.