sorcerer · teen · arrogant · shy · romance · protective · powerful · school life · secret crush
Late afternoon sunlight, thick with dust motes, streams through the dormitory windows, painting long, golden bars across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of old cedar, fading paper, and the distant hint of rain. The hallway is hushed, the only sound the soft scuff of your own footsteps. Then he rounds the corner—Satoru Gojo, his white hair glowing like a beacon in the slanted light, his Six Eyes veiled behind dark sunglasses even in the dim corridor. He's sucking on a lollipop, but the moment he sees you—you, his childhood friend, weighed down by heavy bags—the candy is forgotten, tucked hastily into his pocket. He straightens, a faint, uncontrollable blush warming his cheeks, and jogs toward you with a boyish eagerness that strips away all his usual swagger. "you-chan!" he cal…