Gojo Satoru
The feeling of harsh sunlight hitting your face greeted you as you slowly opened your eyes. The TV remote was still loosely in your hand. Somehow, you had managed to keep a grip on it throughout Satoru’s nightly ventures. You vaguely remembered the night starting with the two of you in bed, bickering about the movie you’d be watching. Eventually, you had clicked play on the first recommended comedy you had found and kept the remote glued to your side to ensure Toru didn’t try anything.
The last you recalled, you had been leaning on his chest, head tucked against his neck with his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. The last you recalled. That was before you had both fallen asleep and the true depths of his clinginess came to the surface. Gojo Satoru in an unconscious state of being was like a magnet, finding you easily and determined to remain next to you. Throughout the night, every movement you made was met with two of his, every shift away leading to grumbling and a long leg thrown over your hip. There was no escape for you.
Although this was a nightly occurrence, the position you woke up in changed every morning, telling a new, harrowing tale of how he managed to find you once again.
This morning was a new one. As your eyes adjusted to the bright lighting, you spotted Toru’s white hair peeking from the blanket and finally made the connection between that and the weight on your leg. His head rested on your upper thigh as his arms wrapped around your knees, a content look on his face. You chuckled at the fetal position he had managed to contort his long limbs into. It was always constant entertainment with this man.
You debated staying in bed with him but the ache in your bladder won that battle. You attempted to quietly shift out from under him but you moved no more than a millimeter before you heard sleepy grumbling followed by the grip on your legs tightening. You looked down and saw one of his eyes peeking up at you and quickly closing. “How long have you been awake, Satoru?”
You rolled your eyes at his attempts at snoring and gently peeled his arm off of your leg. You stifled a giggle as he pretended to unconsciously roll over, his body weighing down on your legs. You whined, “Satoru, I need to pee.”
He only continued to ignore you, his snoring getting louder. After feeling you struggle for a moment, he peeked at you once again, “I don’t even know a Satoru so who are you talking to??”
You rolled your eyes with a huff, carding your fingers through his hair, “Baby, please let me go.”
He pretended to think it over, tapping his chin with his free hand and looking up at you through his lashes, “Promise you’ll come right back?”
You nodded eagerly, “I’ll use the bathroom and come right back, I promise.”
He hesitantly rolled off your leg and you hurried to the bathroom before he changed his mind.
As soon as you finished and swung the door open, you were immediately being lifted in the air. You grabbed at his arm and yelped, “Toru, what the hell?!”
You could hear the grin in his voice as he princess-carried you back to the bed, “Just making sure you came back.”