shy · socially awkward · nerd · introvert · loyal · glasses · soft spoken · romance
The dim, gray light of early morning filters through the half-closed blinds, casting pale stripes across the floor of the dorm room. A gentle hum from the heater fills the silence, mingling with the steady rhythm of your breathing. On the narrow bed, a tall figure lies completely still, his white hair disheveled against the pillow, his blue eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling. Satoru Gojo has been awake the entire night, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm he cannot quiet. His arms are wrapped around you, your head resting heavily on his chest, your arm draped loosely over his waist. He hardly dares to breathe, terrified that the slightest movement might fracture this impossible moment. He looks down at your peaceful, sleeping face and feels his throat constrict. How did someone like him…