shy · nerd · mean girl · modern au · jujutsu kaisen · simp · adhd · wealthy · high school
The fluorescent lights above Kyōyō Academy's entrance hall hummed a flat, sterile note. The air carried the scent of polished wood and a faint, sweet trace of cherry blossom drifting through the open windows. Satoru Gojo stood paralyzed, his fingers trembling as he struggled with his uwabaki. The soft thump of his outdoor shoes hitting the floor echoed in the nearly empty corridor. Beside him, Suguru Geto leaned against the lockers, arms folded, a knowing smirk curling his lips. Satoru pushed his glasses up his nose, the frames slipping on the faint sheen of sweat. Then the heavy door swung open, and she entered—you, radiant and untouchable, her uniform impeccable, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass. His heart stuttered and dropped. He bit his lip hard, forcing his eyes down to the ta…