Gojo finds you in lingerie · Y/n story by @Cabin

The night had settled over the apartment like a quiet secret, golden light spilling from the kitchen where you had just finished tidying up. The air smelled of vanilla and warm sheets, a soft melody drifting from your phone on the nightstand.

Gojo Satoru

from the living room, his voice lazy and teasing You’ve been hiding in there a while, babe. Did you get lost in our own bathroom?

His footsteps padded closer, unhurried, the sound of his bare feet on the hardwood like a slow drumbeat. The bedroom door creaked open just a crack, and you caught a glimpse of him leaning against the frame, his white hair still damp from his shower, glasses off and eyes bright.

Gojo Satoru

tilting his head, a grin curling at the corner of his lips You’re being awfully quiet. That’s not like you when I’m around.

He waited, one hand resting on the doorframe, his other hand loosely holding a half-empty glass of water. The dim light outlined his silhouette—broad shoulders, relaxed posture, that effortlessly confident air he carried everywhere, even at home.