ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ | ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 五条悟

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"What are you doing here?!" I exclaim a little too loud. I am honestly too astounded to push him off of me. Thank god he is dressed.

"Can we sleep a little more..." he says with a sleepy voice, still not awake. He yawns, snuggling against my arm. His long white lashes flutter as he tries to open his eyes.

"Wh - what about what you said about personal spa-"

"Shhh, too loud..." He mumbles. I can already hear his breathing deepening as he dozes off. His arms are wrapped around my arm, and his head rests on my shoulder. 

His blindfold is holding his silver hair up, I wonder if he always sleeps with his hair up like this. He lets out a deep, relaxed sigh, leaving his lips slightly parted. I hold my breath, looking at him, so beautiful. I slide two fingers under his blindfold, slowly taking it off. His hair cascades on his face, and I brush some locks away from his eyes. Strands of hair tickle his nose as I move them away from his face. He brushes his nose with the back of his hand, lightly furrowing his eyebrows. 

I chuckle at the sight of him, so innocent and vulnerable. It almost made me forget about why he was sleeping in my bed, with me. I know I should kick him off the bed but I just can't. He is so peaceful I can't bring myself to it.

"Gojo..." I whisper, caressing his hair. I frown, surprised by my own gesture. It just seemed like the natural thing to do.

"Mmmh..." he hums as he brushes his head against my hand. My heart thuds against my chest every time he moves or makes a sound.

"...Why are you in my bed ?" I ask softly.

When he shifts his head toward me, his eyes open slightly. The iridescent sky color peaks from in between his white lashes. I muffle a gasp.

"You don't remember?" His sleepy eyes flicker, now fully open.

"Remember...what ?"

What ? What ? What did we do ?

He rises himself on his elbow when I'm still lying on my back. I instinctively squeeze my thighs together at the intensity of his gaze.

"You cried in your sleep."

"No I didn't." I say, shocked. Those fucking nightmares.

"You did. Quite loudly actually." He chuckles.

I hide myself under the covers. I often have nightmares about my mother.

"I got up and asked you if you were okay, and you pulled me into your bed -"

"As if !" I exclaim from under the covers. He's laughing.

"I'm not complaining. I had a really relaxing night." He pulls the covers off of my face.

He gazes at my blushing face, and bites his lower lip in a smile.

My hormones are getting out of control every time he does that.

"I -- I gotta go." I say as I sit up and throw the cover on him to hide his beautiful self from my sight.

"Where?" he says as I get off of the bed. He sits cross legged, watching my every move.

"School. Then, an interview for a part time job." I rummage in my closet to find something decent to wear that will give a good impression at my job interview.

"What's your major?" he asks.

"Major ?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Well yes, what are you studying at college?"