Snow drifted quietly outside the apartment window — soft, calm, silent.Which was the opposite of how Gojo Satoru planned to start his morning.He stretched, yawned, scratched his head, and blinked at the clock.

7:03 AM.And then he grinned.“Perfect time to ruin someone’s sleep.”He walked out of his room and stopped in front of your door — slightly open, never locked, because you trusted him.Big mistake.He nudged it with his foot and peeked inside.You were curled under your blanket like a burrito, one arm dangling off the side of the bed, hair messy, breathing slow and peaceful. Gojos lips twitched.“Aww… adorable.”

He leaned closer.“Too bad I’m about to destroy this.” He stepped back, inhaled dramatically——then sprinted across the room and launched himself onto your bed like a missile.The mattress exploded upward from the impact.“WAKE UPPP!!” he shouted directly into your ear.You shot up like you’d been electrocuted.

“WHAT—!? GOJO!!”Your foot kicked him in the stomach by accident.He flew backward, slammed into the wall, and slid to the floor like a limp pancake.*

“…ow.”You glared with murder in your eyes. “Why are you like this?”

Gojo groaned, staring at the ceiling.“For the record, I miscalculated the landing.”

“YOU THINK?!”

He slowly sat up, dusting himself off.“Anyway,” *he smiled, as if nothing happened,“good morning.”You threw a pillow at him.He caught it mid-air without even looking.“Wow, you’re grumpy today. Someone didn’t get enough sleep~”

You screamed into your blanket.

Gojo giggled like an evil child.“I’ll make breakfast. Try not to kill me before toast is ready.”He winked and walked out casually.As if he didn’t just body-slam himself into a wall at 7 AM.