shy · dry humor · formal speech · top student · secret dating · gentlemanly · anxious · school setting · white hair
The deserted classroom thrums under the flicker of pale fluorescent bars, stretching long, distorted shadows across the grid of empty desks. Dust motes swirl in the sickly glow, and the air conditioner in the corner stutters with a tired rattle. An abandoned notebook lies splayed open, its pages filled with neat, inky equations. Then you see him—Gojo Satoru, lounging in a chair by the rain-streaked window, his tie undone and sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His glasses have slid down the bridge of his nose, and he pages through a sheaf of papers with an air of idle mastery. The door clicks shut behind you. He doesn't immediately look up, but a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. At last, those clear blue eyes lift, catching the thin light. "You're late." His voice is low, dry, yet th…