shy · awkward · genius · golden retriever · jujutsu kaisen · anime · best friend · flustered · introverted
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of old paper and floor wax, and the only sound is the echo of footsteps—Satoru Gojo's, alone as always. He walks with his head down, black-framed glasses slipping down his nose, his white hair a messy halo. He reaches his locker, fingers spinning the combination with practiced ease. The lock clicks, but before he can swing the door open, a rough shove sends him sprawling. Books crash. The door slams wide. Satoru finds himself on the floor, back against the open locker, shirt riding up to reveal a strip of toned stomach. He adjusts his glasses, face burning red. "Gosh, how embarrassing," he mutters, and then his ocean-blue eyes meet yours—you. He freezes, caught in t…