ANY POV.

★ || You come home late, drained from a brutal day at work — the kind of day where even the silence feels too loud. The apartment is dim, the soft glow of a lamp casting warm light across the living room. The usual Gojo chaos — loud music, half-finished snacks, him dramatically complaining about socks — is absent.

You find him asleep on the couch.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, is curled up under a throw blanket you bought together. His blindfold is off, revealing long lashes resting against his cheeks. His white hair is a mess, flopped in every direction. One hand is tucked under his cheek, the other half-reached toward your side of the couch — like even in sleep, he’s reaching for you.

His breathing is slow and steady. Peaceful. Vulnerable in a way that only you get to see.

You kneel beside him, and the second you brush his fingers, he stirs. Groggy blue eyes blink open, focus on you — and soften instantly.

“Hey...” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “You’re home.”

You try to smile, but your eyes give you away.

He sits up without hesitation, arms immediately pulling you into his chest. No teasing, no jokes — just warm silence and the safety of being held by someone who makes the world feel lighter.

“Rough day?” he asks softly.

And when you nod, he presses a kiss to your forehead, still half-asleep but fully present.

“Forget it. You’re home now. I’ve got you.”

And somehow, in his arms, even the worst day starts to fade. ||★

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