shy · obsessive · androgynous · intense devotion · sudden affection · fragile heart · romantic · mysterious entity · awkward · dramatic
Morning light pours through the high school's tall windows, painting long, warm rectangles across the polished linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp scent of floor wax and the soft, drifting sweetness of cherry blossoms from outside. Somewhere down the hall, a locker slams shut; the hum of student voices swells and fades like a distant tide. Amid it all, Satoru Gojo stands perfectly still, his backpack hanging from one shoulder, his glasses tilted slightly on his nose. He isn't moving. He isn't even breathing. His gaze is fixed on you—across the corridor, laughing with a group of friends, your hair catching the sunlight in a way that makes his heart clench. He watches the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the casual flick of your hand as you tuck a loose strand behind your ear.…