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in the quiet night.

reader can’t sleep. neither can satoru. maybe they’ll enjoy each other’s company for a moment.

takes place during gojo’s past, but there’s no specific references to any events.

pairing: satoru gojo & (gender neutral) reader

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

rating: general

content: student gojo, student reader, spoiler free, comfort

word count: 873

For the past several nights, sleep has eluded you.

You toss and turn throughout the night. Sometimes, you remain still, staring at the ceiling in hopes boredom will whisk you away to your destination: a few solid hours of decent sleep.

On nights like these, your only real solutions are to either stay awake for the whole day or pass out right before you have to wake up. Either option is terrible, but they're the only ones you have.

However, when the loneliness is particularly unbearable, you slip out of your bed and into the dorm halls. Across the hall is Suguru's room, and beside that is Satoru's.

You always find yourself gravitating to Satoru's.

Two soft knocks is all you afford him before you open the door; the late night has never stopped him from coming over unannounced, so why should it stop you? At least you have the decency to knock first.

With the lights off, the entire room is bathed in darkness, save for the small halo of light that emanates from Satoru's handheld. He doesn't spare you a glance as you approach the bed. In fact, the only indication he knows you're there is how he shifts to the side to allow you room. Pulling the covers back, you quickly but quietly slip in next to him.

It's funny. Same exact bed; same sheets, same mattress, same pillows, same blankets. Yet his is miles more comfortable than your own. Despite one of those more comfortable pillows being beneath your head, you find yourself drifting towards Satoru instead. When there's no barrier of Infinity, nor him shoving you off, you rest your weight on him.

You wonder if Satoru is more perceptive than he seems to be when it comes to people and emotions. Or maybe this is just another routine for him. Surely you don't sneak into his room that often?

…Surely?

With a whisper, you ask, "Why are you still awake?" To your annoyance, he doesn't answer right away; you're met with the click-click-click of his fingers tapping away at various buttons.

"Didn't feel like going to bed," he not-answers, shrugging with one shoulder (the one you aren't resting on). "Why are you awake?"

You shrug in return, "I didn't feel like going to bed." 

Neither of you are going to give a real answer.

Satoru gives a mild huff—of amusement or annoyance, you're not completely sure. When you glance up, his expression is unchanging from tired apathy.

"You're going to feel like shit in the morning, y'know." It's not a question, but a statement. One you're well-aware of. At this hour, you'll feel tired whether or not you actually fall asleep. Might as well not stress about it. Even then, you can't help but glance at the clock. Classes in the morning. Training. Missions. You'll have to fit socializing and eating somewhere in there as well, and then…

Augh.

You settle back on his shoulder and switch your focus to the small screen. Your mind registers the colors, but… yeah, you're too tired to actually understand what the hell is going on. You must have sighed because the rhythmic tapping stops for a moment as he looks over at you, your hair brushing against his cheek.

"You can stay if you wanna. Just don't fall asleep like last time; it was a pain dragging you back to your room."

Ah. Last week, you had also visited Satoru in the late night. You meant for it to be a quick visit, a way to kill time, yet you ended up falling asleep in his bed in mere moments only to wake up in your own. For a while, you were convinced you simply dreamt the encounter. He certainly never brought it up until now.

Your determination—or stubbornness, some would call it—shows as you dramatically huff, "I'm not gonna fall asleep." How could you possibly sleep in these conditions? Comfy bed, nice temperature, the warmth of someone you trust next to you… Yeah, no chance you'll fall asleep. You won't let that happen. Despite your own insistence, your eyelids betray you and start to droop. If Satoru notices, he doesn't bother calling you out. The only things you can hear are the tap-tap-tapping and sounds coming from whatever game he's playing. Seriously, what is it?

Worries start to fill your weary head. Maybe you do come over too often. Maybe he doesn't want you here, encroaching on his space during the few hours he's guaranteed privacy. But, every thought trickles away when he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. 

"Geez, couldn't even last five minutes. You're hopeless," he murmurs, a quiet laugh slipping through. He tries for maybe two seconds to play with one hand before resigning himself to rest alongside you, shutting off the console and setting it down.

The quiet in your room makes it feel like time passes slowly. Every second spent awake is agony, knowing you're missing out on precious sleep. The quiet in Satoru's room also makes it feel like time is passing slowly, but it's more comforting.

You let your droopy eyes shut as one worry lingers: you might get used to this.

Perhaps you already have.

[yumegojoshi]

smiles okay let me proofread this fic and . Yay first official post soon

sorry for radio silence ^_^;; both motivation and inspiration have been sort of sporadic, also lately im more interested in writing for my oc, but i have some ideas so hopefully ill have something to show within the month

[yumegojoshi]

sorry for radio silence ^_^;; both motivation and inspiration have been sort of sporadic, also lately im more interested in writing for my oc, but i have some ideas so hopefully ill have something to show within the month

[yumegojoshi]

──✦ intro.

hiii you can call me whatever name-wise; my pronouns are he/she. i like to make content for people that reallyyyy like satoru gojo, whether it’s romantic or platonic or a beautiful secret third thing. i also like self-insert works. can you see where this is going?

that’s right: gojo x reader fics blog.

i’ll explore different dynamics and roles, but one thing i want to keep consistent is a gender-neutral reader. no gendered language, no mention of specific anatomy. this is what i prefer to read and write when it comes to reader-insert work. of course, this may change if i feel a work would benefit from including specific gender, but for the most part i prefer gender neutrality.

my work will be largely sfw, with maybe a dip into some mature themes. definitely no outright smut—i’m too shy for that.

spam is okay. if you want to like / reblog a lot of my posts in one sitting, go for it. suggestions are okay. im on the fence about requests; maybe when i find my rhythm with writing fics :,)

thank you for checking out my blog :D