Work Text:
Where are you?
Utahime rolls her eyes at the text, but responds anyway.
In bed.
He’s typing less than a second after the message is sent.
Good, I hope you’re naked.
Despite herself, she feels her lips stretch into a grin.
No, I’m trying to take a nap, actually.
To maintain the edge of surliness expected of her, she adds an eye rolling emoji.
She shifts onto her side, pulling her favorite pillow to her chest and burying her face in the soft pastel pink linen. The air in the room shifts abruptly, and she is immediately cognizant of the source of its disturbance.
“That was not an invitation.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow.
The bed shifts under the weight of Gojo’s knee, and she cracks an eye open to watch his approach. He peels the pillow away from her chest, and she laments the loss of its warm softness until he moves into its place. Not as soft, his stiff uniform digs into her arms, but much, much warmer.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” She meant to put up a bit more resistance, freeze him out for coming over uninvited, but he’s just the pop of color she needs on such a gray day and she gives him a half-smile before trying to hide her face in the fluffy duvet.
“You wanna talk about it?” He rubs soothing circles in the muscles of her back.
“Nothing to really talk about. Different day, same bullshit.”
He hums in response, pulling her a tiny bit closer, sharing the warmth that he’s always forced to keep to himself. Selfish as she feels for keeping it to herself, Utahime knows that he needs to pour his love into someone. So she accepts without complaint.
The hand tracing the curve of her spine pulls away to peel the blindfold away from his face, and she watches the dark fabric tighten and slacken as it journeys over his forehead and around his hair, which falls out of its paintbrush-like formation to hang like sheets of snow over his ice blue eyes.
So much warmth wrapped in chilly winter hues.
He asks no questions, kindly refrains from prying and allows Utahime to just dissolve in a singular moment where everything is right.
