childhood friend · fiancee · bratty · cold · gojo clan · rich · possessive · soft spot · my hero academia · anime
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Gojo estate, casting long golden rectangles across the polished wooden floor of Satoru's room. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of cherry blossoms from the garden drifts in. Satoru sits cross-legged on a plush rug, a book open in his lap, his spiky white hair catching the glow. You lie sprawled on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He doesn't look up, but a slight smirk tugs at his lips. "Bored already, you?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. His blue eyes finally meet yours, challenging you to say something.