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Turns out, it was easy understanding Satoru Gojo.

You didn’t need years of companionship. His feelings bleed through his skin, begging to be cradled by your arms. And it was so easy to see right through him, almost as if he wanted to be seen despite the uncrossable bridges he’s built. As if he’s gotten so tired at the top he had become desperate, clawing at any chance of connection. And that is what you gave him.

While the moon pours its blue light down the window of his home, it’s beam of light coming down so does Satoru Gojo. He let his mask fall, the black blindfold sliding off his face, then discarded on the foot of their bed. Gojo’s eyes are closed and it only takes your hands nestling his face does he open them. The striking blue color, now familiar, shines through the darkness of his room softly.

He closes them again gently, his lashes fluttering atop his cheeks and you can feel them when you got closer, closing the wall he took years to built.

Satoru Gojo always turns off his infinity with you.

At first you didn’t know why. What made you the exception? What was so special about you that he lets you touch him so freely like this? And it was nights like these that reminded you exactly what the reason was.

You kiss his eyelids, slow and sensual that you can feel him tremble slightly under your skin, you can almost sense the shiver that runs down his spine.

Gojo loves the way you touch him. He loves how so gently you handle him. As if he wasn’t the strongest. As if he was just Satoru Gojo. Not a teacher. Not the strongest. Not the only pillar standing and keeping the jujutsu society from crumbling. With you he was just Satoru Gojo. And it’s been years after Suguru Geto that he finally finds that spark again.

“You’re exhausted.” Your voice pulls him back from his reverie. Gojo nuzzles deeper into your palms, the warmth keeping his face from the cold of the night breeze.

“Yeah,” Gojo says, the tone of his voice strained, his throat felt scratchy. “Had to do ten quick missions.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in the middle above your cute nose, the look of worry on you he finds adorable. “You went straight to Shoko, right?”

Gojo chuckles deeply that it vibrates on your palm. “I didn’t need to.”

“Still, what if—”

Gojo kisses your knuckles, forcing you to let go of him for just a second. “I’m okay,” he reassures, kissing your forehead. “They couldn’t even land a blow.” Gojo didn’t need to mention how he can heal himself, maybe to you if he went to Shoko it’d be one less chore for him.

You sigh, he sees your shoulder relax, he leans his head on them, the tip of his nose inhaling the scent of your hair. He’s kinda sleepy now. Gojo finds sleep to be more comforting these days. Especially since you’re there to warm his bed and his heart.

You whisper against his ear, the light blow from them tickles. “I’m just glad you’re okay then,” you said and his heart swells. Gojo never imagined he’d come home to something so sweet like this. Someone who would seek out his safety and well being. Gojo’s gotten used to his solitude. Initially he had not been well-versed and prepared on how to handle the fact you want nothing from him but to guarantee his deserved happiness, he’s so used being picked apart until he had nothing left for himself. “You should probably go to sleep. You need rest after those ten missions.”

Gojo snakes his arms around your waist and lightly pushes you into the bed, he lays all his weight on you. You welcome him with open arms and airy giggles, your nails scratching his scalp, the soothing sensation shoots from his skull down to his toes, he’s near passing out.

“Good idea,” he grumbles, sneaking the tips of his fingers under your shirt. Gojo only sleeps well enough if he’s touching you right. “Protect me.”

Gojo half expects you to call him ridiculous. This was the most vulnerable he’s been, never in his twenty-eight years of living has he asked to be protected. It was always him who’s doing the protecting. But before those bothersome anxieties burrows itself in his arched heart they disappear once you mutter one word:

“Always.”

Gojo Satoru was easy to understand. Gojo was easy to love.

Gojo Satoru is endlessly, inexplicably and piercingly in love with you.