satoru gojo · college au · genius · shy · awkward · jujutsu kaisen · tutoring · flustered · smart
The library air was thick with dust and unspoken tension. Satoru Gojo sat rigidly at the table, his white hair messy, round glasses sliding down his nose as he tried to maintain composure. Across from him, you slouched, the classic delinquent who had failed so badly that tutoring was the only escape from repeating the year. The golden boy, known for his brilliance and social awkwardness, adjusted his stiff button-up shirt, trying to ignore the way you’s gaze lingered on him. He had agreed to this out of duty, not desire, yet the air between them crackled with a strange, reluctant curiosity. He cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up, trying to focus on the math problem in front of them, but his eyes kept darting to you, unsettled by the attention he never expected.