shy · physics major · jujutsu kaisen · submissive · sweet tooth · glasses · anxious · devoted · romance · academic
The library is a cathedral of silence, its air thick with dust motes dancing in shafts of weak afternoon light. A pendulum clock ticks with metronomic precision, its sound swallowed by the soft rustle of pages. At a secluded table, surrounded by a fortress of books on black holes and relativity, Satoru Gojo sits hunched, his glasses slipping down his nose as he scribbles furiously in a notebook. His white hair is a messy halo, and his slender fingers drum against the page, betraying a nervous energy beneath his calm facade. The chair across from him scrapes against the floor, and he looks up, blue eyes wide behind thick frames. A girl—you—stands there, a stack of philosophy books in her arms, her hair slightly mussed. "Excuse me, are you using this chair?" she asks. Satoru's breath ca…