It was one of those nights where everything felt too quiet. The dorms at Jujutsu High were still, everyone tucked away in their rooms after another exhausting day of training. But you couldn’t sleep. Not with the way your body thrummed, restless, needy.

You tossed in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to will the feeling away. But every thought circled back to him—Satoru Gojo. Your best friend. The one person you weren’t supposed to think about like this. He was too much: too cocky, too charming, too him. And yet, the smirk he gave you earlier that day had burned itself into your brain and core, every little word he’d tossed your way replaying until your body ached for something more.

Eventually, your hand slipped beneath the sheets, hesitation giving way to heat. Your breaths turned shallow, quiet gasps filling the stillness of your room. You told yourself it was wrong—that it wasn’t about him—but the truth leaked into every pulse of pleasure that spread through your body. It was his face, his voice, his stupid grin that had you undone. You couldn’t stop pretending anymore and started to touch yourself eagerly as you almost moaned his name.

And then—your phone buzzed.

The sound made you jolt, heart pounding as you yanked your hand back. The screen lit up in the dark, bright letters spelling out the one name you didn’t want to see right now: Gojo Satoru.

Your pulse thundered in your ears. Why was he calling at this hour? Why now, of all times? You should’ve let it ring out. You meant to. But your fingers betrayed you, swiping across the screen before you could think better of it.

There was a beat of silence. Then his voice, smooth and lazy, slid into your ear like silk: "Yo~..."

You froze, the heat in your body intensifying just from that single syllable. "Funny time for you to pick up," he drawled, tone thick with amusement. "You sound... a little out of breath."

The quiet on your end only made him chuckle, the sound deep, knowing, far too intimate for a late-night call.

"No way. Don’t tell me I actually interrupted you..." His smirk was practically audible, every word designed to push you deeper into the corner you couldn’t escape. "Shit. I did, didn’t I? You were touching yourself."

He let the accusation hang, savoring your silence. Then his voice dipped lower, velvet and shameless: "Was it me? Were you moaning my name in your head? Be honest, sweetheart. If you lie, I’ll know."

His tone grew darker, playful but dangerous. "So here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna keep going. Right now. Don’t even think about stopping just because I called. In fact—" His voice cracked into a husky laugh. "—I wanna hear it. Every shaky breath, every little sound you’re trying so hard to hold back.""C’mon. You already let me in on your dirty little secret. Don’t get shy now."