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Drowsy

Summary: You're overworking yourself lately and it concerned Gojo.

Warning: lotta fluff. Soft!Gojo. Grammar mistakes as expected. And yeah that's it. I recommended you to listen to By Your Side by Junny while reading this! I'll put the spotify link below :3

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A yawn escaped your lips again for the nth time today. Yesterday mission was anything but easy. You faced two special grade curses that have annoyingly quick regeneration ability and the other is producing neurotoxin which paralyzed your whole senses.

It's quite overwhelming but not something you can't defeat—you're a special grade sorcerer for a reason. It resulted in you went back to the school so late at night and missed your sleep because you need to make a report about it as soon as you arrived. You remembered Ijichi looking at you with silent sympathy in his tired eyes, even going as far as buying you some onigiri and hot coffee to accompany you while doing your work overtime.

You checked the coffee and chocolate croissant in the paper bag you've just brought from the nearby cafe. It's the least you can do to repay his good deeds to you.

"Hello, Y/N!" Satoru chirped and you immediately frowned. The former whined when seeing the change in your expression. "I haven't done anything yet..."

"And refrain from doing anything, at all." You added.

He looked at you, walking beside you with that ridiculously long legs of his. You can feel him analyzing your face for a moment even if his eyes covered with his signature blindfold. "Bad day?"

You don't want to indulge him. But you can't ignore the softness in his voice, he's being genuinely worried for you. You're not that rude to brush off his concern for you. "Yeah." The weariness in your voice is evident, his eyebrow knitted to made a frown behind his blindfold.

"Wanna go to a cafe with me after this?" He couldn't help himself from smiling when you chuckled.

"No." It's expected from you.

"Rude. I'm trying to cheer you up." He fake scoffed. "And you're declining me without any consideration at all?!"

He's so loud but somehow you didn't mind. Seeing his cheery and way too noisy figure doesn't feel that bad. Especially when you knew he did this to cheer you up, although it made the pounding in your head just feels slightly harder.

"I got a job this noon." You explained and he frowned even deeper, almost looked like he's angry if you don't know him that well. "Maybe next time."

"You've been through a lot of mission lately." He stated.

"And so are you." Your voice cracks and he flinched.

"... Take care of yourself." He mumbled annoyedly. He's not angry at you but at the higher-ups that literally overworked you until your throat sore and your voice cracked.

Why didn't they assigned the missions to him? He would finish it sooner and you get a day worth of rest— he doesn't mean to underestimate your strength, but you've clearly reached your limit here. Another overtime and maybe your body would snap and break. If that bounds to happen....

"You look scary." You elbowed him. "Stop frowning. It doesn't suit you."

"You're the one who started frowning!"

"Only when i see you."

"How! Rude!" He folded his arms in a childish manner and you found him endearing instead—but please, don't tell him that. You don't wanna boost his already flaring ego.

"Yeah, yeah." You reached for the paper bag in hand. "Here." You handed him one of the chocolate croissant.

"Huh?" He quickly pulled his blindfold down before looking at you with literal sparkles in his eyes. "For me?"

"Yeah." You said between the sleepy blink of your eyes. "Don't starve yourself. I gotta go, bye." He watched you ran a little towards the office.

He grabbed the croissant in his hand, still wrapped in paper bag but he can feel the warmth radiating from it. Freshly baked, he thought.

His hand opened the wrapper and took a bite. The soft buttery bread clashed with the gooey chocolate inside his mouth. Soft, sweet, warm, a bit salty but delicious nonetheless. Just like you.

A sigh came out from his pink lips. "Really... I just told her to take care of herself first."

He's trying to sound annoyed but his word came out gentle instead, dripping with adoration in each word. "What should i do to you?"

"Th-th-thank you, Y/N-san... You really don't have to do this..." Ijichi received the paper bag you've brought with a tearful eyes and wide smile on his tired face.

"It's nothing, Ijichi-san. I hope you like it." You bid him goodbye and he waved at you with a smile . It's just a little act but you always feel warm every time you did it.

"Y/N-saaaaannn!" You looked to the side where the first years were practicing on the field. Itadori greeted you first, he's waving his hand at you with a wide grin on his face.

'A sunshine.' You thought to yourself.

The said boy made his way over. "Are you going to train with us?!"

You chuckled and giving him a pat on his pink hair. "Unfortunately, no. I got a mission today."

"Aww, sucks."

"Yeah, i know." You glanced over his shoulder where his classmates are following his trail.

"Y/N-san!" Nobara jumped to your side. "Are we going to shop after school?!"

Seeing how she's so excited, it makes you feel bad to reject her like this. "Sorry, Nobara. Maybe next time."

"You promised last week!"

"She's busy." Fushiguro followed suit. "You look tired, Y/N-san." He says with his usual stoic tone but failed to mask the worry on his face.

"It's nothing i can't handle." You smiled. "You become a bit taller, aren't you Megumi?" You can't help but to pat his spiky hair, watching in amusement when his hair bounced back to its' original form.

"Stop messing my hair." He mumbled, grumpy as he tried to remove your hand.

"Aw, Fushiguro's blushing!" Nobara and Itadori poking at his arms while snickering. He hit Itadori in the head.

"Ouch!"

"Rude!"

You stifled a laughter. They remind you to a certain loud white haired sorcerer.

"Hehe," you giggled. The young students immediately paused their bickering, looking at you in awe.

"Did she just giggled?!" Yuuji covered his mouth with one hand.

"Uh-huh! I think so!" Nobara mirrored his actions while nodding repeatedly.

"... Cute ..." Fushiguro joined the squad.

"Back to your training!" You disbanded them and they just complied disappointedly.

You sighed with content, kids and their magical wonder. This is the reason why you still continue being a sorcerer. To protect these precious young lives even if it means to break your bones and tearing your muscles while doing it. You're okay with shedding your blood, sweat, and tears for the sake of the better generation.

"Okay, gotta start working." You clenched your fist in the air.

"Sensei!" Gojo smiled when he sees his cute students approaching him to greet him—or to ask him to treat them for free foods. Either is fine with him.

"You've trained well, today!"

"Aren't you supposed to be on a mission today?" Megumi asked with one brow arched.

"I do, but i finished earlier." He hummed. "Did you see Y/N?"

"Yeah, we saw her back from a mission just now. She looks so tired, though." Yuuji answered with a concerned expression.

"I know." Gojo replied still with a smile tugging on his face, he's hiding his uneasy feeling at the thought of you dragging yourself back to the school after fighting curses left and right. "Where is she headed?"

"To the teacher office."

"Got it." He sings songs. "Rest well now, okay?"

"Oh, can you give this to her?" Yuuji hurriedly goes to the bench nearby and back with a plastic bag in his hand.

Gojo peeked inside. There's a multivitamin gummies, herbal tea, and some snacks inside with a post it note on each of them. He frowned as the envy slowly crawled inside him. "You never did this to me..."

"Huh? We did, though. We leave it to Y/N-san." Nobara admitted.

"Oh, i remembered now! Last week, the one with herbal tea, breads, and strawberry cheesecake right?"

"Eh? We just bought the herbal tea and breads, right?" Yuuji looked over to his classmates.

They nodded in unison.

Satoru bit his lips in an effort to hold back his smile. Truly sweet, he thought to himself while laughing inside.

"Okay! Then leave this to me!" His heart pounding as he goes and literally running to your location. He remembered what you said that day when you gave the treats that the students bought for him.

'Here.' You handed the plastic bag to him.

'Awww, you bought this for me? I don't know that you can be this sweet, Y/N!'

'Not me, your students.'

You're driving him insane with how sweet you can be. You never changed since high school, always looking for others first rather than yourself. He hates it at first, thinking it's too bothersome and useless but...

'Aren't you the same?'

He's been doing the same thing unconsciously and just realized after you pointed it out for him. He's not sure about what he's actually doing and why he keeps doing it. Protecting the weak and the younger ones with them being oblivious about it.

'You're a good guy.'

It's just some simple words, yet it gave a deep impact in his heart. He hates righteousness, fake justice, and pretend fidelity. His morale compass is a bit crooked because he watched how the world can turned even the most kind hearted man into a heartless and hateful murderer in the next moment.

"It takes a big heart to do what you do."

He still remembers clearly the gentleness of your voice, the hesitation when you patted his slumped shoulders that day. How you handle the strongest sorcerer like a fragile china doll in your delicate and warm hands.

"You're very kind, Gojo."

You saw through him like he was made with glass. It awakens something inside of him, where he sees the world just a bit brighter and more tolerable. He found his path and reason to keep fighting because of you.

The same person who he held close to his heart... The girl who radiates warm and kindness is now slowly broken under the pressure of work and the selfish orders by the ignorant higher-ups. He never thought he's able to feel this, heart cracked daily at the sight of your sleep deprived figure dragging your heavy body to school everyday.

He wants nothing but to take you by his arms and affectionately shove you into a tropical resort or something so you can stop working and get an actual rest.

While he was deep in his thoughts, he has arrived in the front door of the teachers office.

He opened the door and found you snoring on your desk. Laptop's still on with a document opened, waiting to be typed.

"She's deep asleep." He mumbled, moving some strands of your hair on your face.

The dark bags under your eyes doesn't affected your beautiful visage. Tired and peaceful, he wondered how many nights you've spent sleeping on this narrow desk of yours.

He puts the plastic bag on the desk beside and contemplating whether to move you to your dorm or not.

But you beats him to it by cracking one eye open. "Satoru?"

Oh, how his heart flutters when you called him like that instead of his first name. "Yes?" His voice is gentle like the wind, soothing and deficit of any teasing and arrogance.

"What time is it now?" You asked.

"Eight."

"Damnit, my deadline." You pushed yourself from the desk, wiping the drool on the side of your lips with your sleeve. You begin scrolling on the laptop and noticed he hasn't left yet.

"What're you doing here?" You asked.

"Accompanying you."

"You don't have to."

"I insist." He leaned a bit to see the document you've typed. "You still have a long way to go."

"Ugh, i know." You groaned. "I'll be dead tomorrow. That's for sure."

"Not on my watch." Satoru took over your laptop. "Go on, rest some more."

"You don't even know the details of my mission, Satoru."

Satoru smiled knowingly. He pulled his blindfold off his face and looking at you with that pretty eyes of his. "I know, i asked Ijichi for details."

"You bullied him again, weren't you?"

"How mean! I'm being good to him, even when i know you also gave him coffee and croissant!"

"Why would you be mad at that?"

"You're supposed to give that to me only." He's being petty right now. But who wouldn't? He's been trying to catch your attention for years, hoping you would understand the meaning behind his playful teasing and subtle flirting masked as a joke—cause he can't handle rejection from you. And if it does happen, Oh, it would be the literal end of Gojo Satoru.

However even after years has passed, you're still completely blind for all of his advances. You don't know how many nights he spent sleepless at the thought of you alone, overthinking things and trying to cheer himself again to meet you the next morning. Thus, the circle continues.

The funny thing is, even if he's so mad at you for being so dense and adorably stupid—he can't bring himself to move on or ignore you. No, he'll come back running at you with tail wagging, begging for a speck of attention from you.

You're so oblivious on how much power you hold over him.

"If you want it that bad, I will buy another for you tomorrow." You tried to rub off the sleep from your slightly teary eyes. Hair is sticking in every direction, yet you look more stunning than those magazine models.

Ugh, his poor heart.

How can you be so adorable while breaking his heart like that?

He's in a dilemma. He doesn't know if he wants to fight you or to kiss you.

Hint: he would choose the latter.

"Sure." He decided to leave it there. He took a nearby stool and pull it beside you. As soon as he sits, his long fingers started to glide along the keyboard to begin typing.

You looked him in quiet. He always looks stupid and carefree, you almosy forgot that he's one of the smartest students in school back then. His way of working is fast, paragraphs are starting to form in each passing moment. You just need a quick glance at the screen and know he's actually doing a good job writing the report.

He's silent too. Eyes glued to the screen with occasional slight frown on his brows, long white eyelashes flutter everytime he blinked and glanced at something.

When he's serious like this, he sure looks more handsome.

Wait, handsome?

You slapped your face in disbelief.

He flinched at the loud sound.

"A ... A fly..." You explained yourself after he raised his eyebrows in confusion.

He nodded and back on typing. Too caught up in the report to notice your flustered expression.

"Lean on me if you want." He says after you put your head back on the desk.

"I'm fine like this." You answered. Not wanting to disturb him further. "Thanks."

You looked at his side profile, noticing the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

"No problem."

You didn't know how long you've slept when you felt someone carried you from the office. The ground felt farther when you opened your heavy eyelids.

"Wha..." The first thing you see is the sky above you is moving.

"I've submitted the report to Ijichi." His voice startle you for a moment. He's currently carrying you with your head on his shoulder. Thankfully no one is nearby or this would made new gossip going around in the school tomorrow. "You can take some day-offs starting tomorrow."

"Huh?" You groggily asked. His voice is barely registered because of how drowsy you are.

He chuckled at how cute you are—poor you, you must be so tired for you to fell asleep like that. He brought you to your room in the teachers' dorm, unlocking the door with the key he got from your bag and kicked it open.

"And you're home!" He's too cheerful for someone who's gone through a sudden overtime. You sometimes wonder where did he get all of those energy from.

He walked to your bedroom—he remembered it because he often came here to watch movies with you. Then he put you gently on the bed before tucking you safely behind the warmth of your blanket.

You turned your head to see him. Slightly looking tired but with a smile as sweet as honey. He always smiled when he sees you, you noticed.

"Thank you." You smiled back.

He caught off guard on how soft you smiled. The sight of you laying on your bed, eyes looking at him drowsily and almost inviting left his heart with a violent thud. It took him all of his willpower to not to succumb to his desire to hug you.

"You've said that." He smiled wider at the flutter in his heart. He yearned for this kind of moment, seeing another rare side of you like this. The silent admiration is clear on how he looked at you, his growing stare made you nervous and suddenly you became so aware of everything.

"I don't think i stress that enough." You sighed. "Come here."

He raised his eyebrow in question but does as you told. He sat at the edge of your bed.

"Closer." You demanded.

He frowned, closer?

He put his hand on the side of your head, leaning forward a bit with confusion and hesitance in his expression.

"Closer, i can't reach you."

"So bossy."

He sighed to mask the silent scream inside him. His heart pounding inside his ribcage, and he's worried if he got any closer you could hear it beating too fast. "What are you trying to do, hm?" He tried to tease you, yet the amusement sparkling on his blue eyes is evident.

"Thanking you properly." You said. Before he can mutter any other question, you propped yourself on your elbow to place a chaste kiss on his left cheek.

The quick affectionate gesture made his eyes widen in surprise.

"Thank you, Satoru." The soft whisper that came after continues to bully his heart while his mind is wreaking havoc because having too many questions flooding inside.

Is this a friendly kiss?

Or is this a sign that you like him back?

What should he do? Kiss you back?

"I-" he's at lost for words, tongue-tied and beyond flabbergasted. This situation is too sudden for him to understand. His cheeks slowly dusted with a sweet rosy hue that contrast the brilliant shade of his cerulean eyes, and you swore they had the entire constellation inside as they gazed at you.

You're back laying on the bed and found him blushing almost feverishly, which is weird because he is always shamelessly flirted with you at work—you never thought all it takes is a simple peck to make Gojo Satoru became a flustered mess like this.

"Are you okay?" You had the audacity to ask after you made his heart do somersaults and 360 and shit. You're going to be his death, he's sure of it.

"No." He sighed. "Of course I'm not." He pulled himself from you to lay his head on the edge of the bed.

You watched him in confusion. He hid his face but you still able to see the red tip of his ears, poorly hidden by his messy silvery locks.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you." He mumbled in annoyance.

"Did what?" You smiled.

"Hmmfghhh...." He sink deeper into the bed." His ears reddened when he felt your stare on him. ".... You know about it."

"Know what?" You shifted closer to him, each movements brings ripples to his chaotic heart.

"That i... Like... You... A ... Lot ..." He whispered shyly, him hiding his face didn't help your sudden quick heartbeat either. "So you did that... On purpose ..." He said, lifted his head a bit so you can see one eye glaring at you rather cutely because of how red his face is now.

"Are you?" You mused. Truth to be told, you kinda know about it. He treated you different from the others, at first you didn't think too much of it until Shoko pointed it out to you. You're still in your denial phase that went on for years just to see if he's really serious or not, after all Gojo Satoru is known for not able to make a commitment in a relationship.

But you got the proof you wanted right here.

Him completely lovestruck and looking at you with those warm and lovely eyes. How could you doubt him again?

So you held both of his cheeks with your hands. Watching his eyes grew wider at the cold feeling of your hands.

"Y/N—"

"Shush." You shut him sweetly with your lips, feeling him tense under your gentle touch.

He groaned softly before kissing you back as passionate as you are. His large hand found way to the back of your head, pushing you slightly closer to him, wanting to taste you even deeper.

How he yearned for you and now he got a taste of you, he can't get enough. He wants more, deepening the kiss by tilting his head to the side.

His other hand held your cheek in place, his slightly calloused skin grazed your skin in the utmost gentleness and your heart swell at the little gesture.

You pulled back first to breathe—and he chase you for a peck, another peck, and then another kiss.

"Satoru—" you called him between kisses, warning him about the shortness of air in your lungs.

"A bit more," he breathed. "Please." He blinked at you with those hopeful eyes.

A hit to your heart.

Ah, how can you deny him like that?

You nodded and he leaned forward to seal your lips with his soft ones again. This time is more passionate and full of unspoken feelings, too intense that you fell on the bed with him straddling you, smooching the air out of your body—literally.

"I love you," he whispered after he finally pulled back. Drunk hazed smile on his flushed face just adds to his cuteness.

Another hit to your heart.

"I know." You whispered back with a smile.

"If you know, then..." He paused before putting his chin on your collarbone, pair of sapphire looking at you with a gentle smile on his kiss swollen lips.

"Be mine?♡"

Kicking my feet in the air while writing this.

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