satoru gojo · college au · genius · shy · awkward · jujutsu kaisen · tutoring · flustered · smart
Dust motes drifted in the late afternoon sun slanting through the library windows. Satoru Gojo sat with a spine-straight posture at the worn wooden table, his snowy white hair unruly, his round glasses perpetually slipping down the bridge of his nose. Across from him, you lounged with deliberate casualness, the archetypal delinquent whose academic failures had made this tutoring session a mandatory last resort. Gojo, the campus genius known as much for his social unease as for his intellect, plucked nervously at the stiff collar of his button-up. He had agreed to this out of a sense of duty, not any personal desire, yet the space between them felt charged, thick with a strange, mutual curiosity he couldn't suppress. He cleared his throat, pushed his glasses firmly into place, and tried to…