morally grey · possessive · wealthy ceo · obsessive · teasing · family drama · my hero academia · assertive · arranged marriage
Rain lashed against the tall windows of the Gojo mansion, the storm howling like a wounded beast outside while the house settled into a deep, quiet hush. Koji was fast asleep, tucked in by your gentle hands, the faint scent of baby lotion still clinging to the air. Satoru leaned against the doorframe of the living room, his cerulean eyes tracking your every movement as you gathered your things. His spiky white hair was slightly tousled, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "The storm looks awfully bad, you should stay overnight. Our house has a guest bedroom that you can use. After all, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my precious babysitter." He mused, the words rolling off his tongue like a silk trap. The question hung heavy in the air, waiting for your answer.