[F]rom the way you instinctively wrapped your arms around him, pulling closer, your face resting near his collarbone, Gojo could tell you were comfortable.
He glanced down, his lips brushing your forehead with another kiss, almost unconsciously. There was a flicker of something softer in his eyes—a tenderness rarely seen, a fondness that seemed to glow through his usual carefree demeanor.
You stirred slightly, mumbling in that hazy, half-conscious state brought on by the alcohol. "I need a... shower."
Gojo chuckled softly, the sound low and warm as he approached his quarters. "Hmm?" His voice was gentle, his lips still curled into a soft smile. "You want a shower?"
"Mm..." you mumbled again, barely awake, as you nuzzled your face against him once more. For a moment, he considered letting you shower in your own room, but your quarters didn't have a bathtub. And letting you navigate in this state seemed too risky. You were too out of it, too vulnerable.
His decision was made. Without a word, he opened the door to his bedroom, carrying you in and gently setting you down on his bed. You blinked sluggishly at him, your eyelids heavy as if you couldn't quite process your surroundings. The alcohol, the exhaustion—it was all weighing you down.
Gojo crouched in front of you, cupping your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks with an unexpected gentleness. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then another to each cheek, his voice a low murmur. "Wait for me here, sweetheart. I'll take care of everything."
You didn't protest. You didn't pull away. You simply blinked up at him sleepily, your head bobbing in a small, sluggish nod. There was something about your vulnerable state that tugged at him—not just the need to protect you but the desire to be the one you relied on, trusted.
He smiled to himself as he slipped into the bathroom to start running your bath.
As the water filled the tub, Gojo made a quick detour to your room, retrieving a fresh pair of underwear—lace panties, but not the thongs. Even he had his limits. The thought of seeing you in anything more revealing felt like too much temptation. He chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head as he returned to his quarters.
When he reentered the room, you had already closed your eyes, almost dozing off where he left you. With a gentle touch, he roused you awake, his voice low and soothing. "Come on, sweetheart. Your bath's ready."
You stirred, reaching out for him instinctively as he scooped you up again, this time with your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms draped around his neck. Your chest pressed against his, your body warm and pliant in his hold as he carried you toward the bathroom. There was something undeniably intimate in the way you clung to him, trusting him completely in your half-conscious state.
Gojo set you down on the edge of the bathtub, his hands moving with careful precision as he helped you undress. He was gentle, almost reverent, as if handling something fragile. With each layer of clothing he removed, he made sure to shield your vulnerability with the utmost respect. His touch lingered for just a second too long, a quiet battle raging behind his calm exterior.
This was about taking care of you, nothing more. But it was impossible to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest, the way his heart raced whenever he looked at you.
Finally, he lowered you into the warm water, and you let out a soft, contented sigh. The heat enveloped you, easing your muscles and drawing out the last remnants of tension. It felt like a comforting cocoon, cradling you in warmth, and you couldn't help but let your body sink further into relaxation. The water lapped gently around you, and the more it soothed your aching muscles, the sleepier you felt.
Gojo knelt beside the tub, watching you with a quiet intensity. His usual bravado had completely melted away, replaced by something more genuine, more real. His fingers gently brushed over your hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear as he watched you relax under his care.
This wasn't his usual scene—being so still, so deliberate. But for you, he found himself embracing it. It felt right, even if it was foreign to him. Watching over you like this, seeing how you trusted him so completely—it stirred something deep inside, something he wasn't ready to admit to anyone, let alone himself.
"How's the water?" he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper, though he could tell you were already drifting in and out of sleep. His thumb gently grazed your temple, his eyes never leaving your peaceful face. You let out a soft moan of contentment, sinking deeper into the warm bath. The vulnerability of that sound, the way you let go so completely, sent a pang through his chest, a weight he hadn't expected to feel.
"Good girl," he whispered, more to himself than to you, his hand lingering in your hair for a moment before he slowly rose to his feet.
He hovered near the bathtub, eyes scanning your sleepy expression, before asking softly, "Want me to wash your hair?"
You blinked lazily, your eyes heavy with sleep, but you glanced up at him, taking in the sight of him without his Jujutsu sorcerer jacket. He was only in his tight black t-shirt and dark blue pants, the fit emphasizing his lean, strong frame.
"Um," you mumbled, the word barely formed on your lips. He chuckled, a low, warm sound that seemed to fill the space around you. Taking your response as a yes, he moved closer, grabbing the spray nozzle next to the tub and tilting your head gently back, his touch soft and considerate.
He wet your hair with the warm water, his fingers working through the strands with a surprising tenderness. As he lathered the shampoo—his shampoo—you caught the familiar scent, a subtle reminder that this was his space, his care, and it wrapped around you like a quiet declaration of his presence in your life. His fingers massaged your scalp with slow, deliberate motions, and you felt yourself start to sober up slightly, though your body was still too tired to do anything but let him take care of you.
When he rinsed your hair and repeated the process, you were already drifting again, your mind floating somewhere between sleep and awareness. By the time he was done, Gojo lifted you from the tub, wrapping an oversized towel around you, his lips finding your forehead in another soft kiss.
You hummed quietly against him, too sleepy to say much else as he carried you back to his bedroom. He set you gently on the bed, drying your hair with meticulous care, then helped you into a pair of lace panties. When it came time for a bra, though, you whined softly in protest.
"Alright, alright," he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender before heading to his closet. He returned moments later with one of his white shirts, sliding it over your arms and buttoning it up, the fabric soft against your skin. His fingers lingered at your collar for a moment, his eyes tracing your half-asleep form, and for a second, he looked like he might say something, but instead, he grabbed his sorcerer jacket from where he'd tossed it over a chair, preparing to leave you to rest.
You groaned softly, reaching out to tug the jacket from his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "What are you doing?"
You blinked up at him, your voice sluggish but clear enough to get his attention. "Smells so good. Like... you."
Gojo froze for a second, his eyes widening in surprise before a soft smile tugged at his lips. He didn't need more explanation. He quickly helped you put on his jacket, the oversized fabric falling just above your knees. Next to him, you looked even smaller, but the sight of you in his clothes made something inside him tighten.
As soon as the jacket was on, you pulled the collar close, inhaling deeply, your body visibly relaxing into the comfort of his scent surrounding you. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Gojo chuckled quietly, standing over you, his expression softer than usual, filled with something far deeper than amusement.
Then, as if a sudden thought crossed his mind, he leaned down, straddling your waist gently, his weight carefully balanced over you. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his eyes studying you with an intensity that made you blink up at him in sleepy confusion.
"Hey," he murmured, nudging you gently, his voice coaxing. "Say it again."
You frowned slightly, your brows knitting together in the haze of sleep. "Hmm?"
His eyes searched yours, a quiet but insistent depth behind the usual gleam. "I want to hear you say it again."
His words made your heart flutter slightly. The seriousness in his tone, the way his blue eyes bore into yours, was utterly mesmerizing. You blinked up at him, still sluggish, still caught between the haze of sleep and the warmth of his presence.
"Say you love me."
His voice was soft but held a weight you couldn't ignore. It wasn't the usual playful teasing, not the cocky arrogance you'd come to expect from him. There was something raw in the way he asked, something vulnerable beneath the surface.
For a moment, the world felt still. You could feel his warmth surrounding you, the gentle press of his hand on your cheek, the intensity of his gaze locking you in place. And even in your half-conscious state, you understood the gravity of what he was asking. It wasn't just words he wanted—it was reassurance, a connection, something real.
Your lips parted, and in a voice that was barely above a whisper, you murmured, "I love you."
Gojo's eyes softened instantly, and he let out a quiet breath, as if your words had lifted an invisible weight from his shoulders. He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, his voice a quiet murmur as he whispered, " Alright, time for bed."
For once, the playful, unshakable Gojo Satoru felt something entirely unfamiliar—grounded, tethered by something more than power or reputation. Something real, fragile, yet overwhelmingly meaningful.
He scooped you up effortlessly, lifting you like you weighed nothing. He carried you to his bed, tucking you in with a tenderness that contrasted his usual carefree demeanor.
You snuggled closer to his pillow, inhaling deeply as you hummed softly. Even in your half-asleep state, there was something unmistakable in the way you relaxed—completely enveloped by his scent, his presence, as if it was all you needed. You seemed to cling to it, to him, like he was the one constant in a world that had too often let you down.
Gojo stood by the bedside, watching you with an intensity that surprised even him. Normally, seeing you like this—vulnerable, bare beneath the blankets—might have stirred something primal in him. But tonight was different. The physical attraction was still there, undeniable, but it wasn't what tugged at him the most. It wasn't lust that kept his heart pounding in his chest. It was something far deeper, something far more terrifying.
His heart beat loudly, almost painfully in his chest, a sensation he wasn't used to. For the first time in his life, the strongest sorcerer felt... nervous? Your voice, the way you'd stammered those three words—'I love you'—with such conviction, echoed in his mind.
His chest tightened as he thought about it, the weight of those words settling over him in a way nothing ever had. It wasn't just the words themselves, but the trust, the vulnerability behind them. You'd handed him your heart, and for once, he wasn't sure what to do with it.
He pulled his expensive leather chair next to the bed, sinking into it with a heaviness he wasn't used to feeling. Leaning forward, he buried his face in the palm of his hand, his thumb brushing over his forehead as if trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him.
A warmth flickered at the back of his neck, creeping up his spine, lingering in his chest. His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes, letting the moment wash over him. He'd never imagined he'd feel this way—so wrapped up in someone else's presence, in their words, their feelings. And yet, here he was.
Yeah, he definitely liked hearing you say it. More than he expected. More than he thought was possible.
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[Author's Note:Okay Y'all! This is more or less the face Gojo made when Y/N said 'I Love You'. In fact, this image was the inspo for this scene! Credit to original Artist!]
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