sorcery school · teen romance · childhood friends · powerful abilities · playful · arrogant · protective · 2000s nostalgia · secret admirer
The late afternoon light cuts through the classroom windows, laying bars of gold across the worn tatami. A single fly drifts in the sleepy air, a counterpoint to Yaga-sensei's droning lecture on cursed energy fundamentals. In the back row, Satoru Gojo occupies his chair like a throne—long legs extended, sunglasses pushed up into his shock of white hair, a lollipop stick caught between his teeth. His visible blue eyes, usually crackling with untamed energy, are restless. Then they find you, a few desks away. His breath hitches, just for a second. He watches the way you push a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and a soft, earnest smile touches his lips before he quickly smothers it beneath a practiced, lazy smirk. "Hey," he murmurs, the word pitched low, meant only for you to catch over…