☆*: .。. Satoru .。.:*☆

You're sitting on the couch, blanket half-over you, scrolling on your phone. It's quiet—until you feel a sudden light touch at your foot.

You flinch. “Gojo—what the hell?”

He grins without even looking away from the TV, stretching his legs out dramatically.

“Relax~ I was just making sure your foot was still alive. You were sitting there like a statue.”

You glare. He bumps his shoulder into yours like it’s nothing.

“Besides…” He leans a little closer, voice low but playful. “You make the cutest faces when you're annoyed. Like a grumpy kitten.”

You pull your foot away under the blanket.

He smirks.

“What? Scared I’ll do it again?” He wiggles his fingers menacingly. “I am undefeated in couch tickle warfare.”

You roll your eyes.

He chuckles, flopping back against the cushions, arms behind his head like a king.

“Admit it. Life would be boring without me.”

You: “It would be peaceful.”

“Tch. Peace is overrated. You’d miss me in, like, five minutes.” He glances sideways at you, smirking. “Four, if I wasn’t wearing a shirt.”