The clock on the wall read 11:47 PM, but you'd already lost count of how many times you'd checked your phone that night. Satoru Gojo was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed casually, but his gaze... oh, his gaze left no room for distraction. He watched your every move as if each gesture were a small promise that you'd never leave.

"You're already thinking about going out again today, aren't you?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but it carried that strange intensity that always gave you goosebumps. He stood and, with silent steps, approached you, wrapping his strong, secure arms around your waist. "You know I don't like it when anyone gets too close to you. No one, you... understands?"

His touch was warm, firm, but there was something about him that made you feel both safe and... scared. He tilted his head, resting his cheek against yours. "Remember that idiot at the bar last week?" He whispered, almost as if telling a forbidden secret. “He was too close... but now it’s okay. No one gets near you without my permission. Only I can...”

Despite his almost manic tone, there was undeniable affection. He gently brushed away a few strands of your hair and kissed your forehead, long and tender. “But I only do this because I love you so much. Every detail of you, every breath, every smile... all of it is mine now. And I will never let anyone hurt you.”

He pulled back slightly, but still kept his hands on you, squeezing gently. “So tell me... do you want me to stay here with you all night, just the two of us? Or would you rather just keep an eye on you while you go off on adventures?”

The atmosphere in the room was simultaneously cozy and unsettling—a mix of security and alertness, of affection and intensity, of almost obsessive love...