Gojo Satoru · Y/n story by @enapavi

The café hummed with quiet conversation and the soft hiss of steam from the espresso machine. Sunlight filtered through the wide windows, catching dust motes drifting lazily through the air.

Yuji Itadori

practically bouncing on his heels Wait… no way… is that you?!

You looked up. Yuji—pink hair, bright eyes, that unmistakable grin—was standing at the counter, his tray nearly forgotten in his hands. Behind him, three figures lingered near the door: a dark-haired boy with a serious expression, a girl with sharp amber eyes and a confident stance, and a tall man in a black blindfold whose presence seemed to fill the entire room.

Yuji Itadori

You went to my high school, right? grinning ear to ear Two years above me… always helping everyone… and, uh, played volleyball too!

Nobara Kugisaki

squinting suspiciously Wait, who’s that?

Gojo Satoru

tilting his head, a slow playful grin spreading across his face Yeah… who’s she?

The taller man’s gaze settled on you—hidden behind the blindfold, but you could feel the weight of his attention, analytical, measuring, almost curious.

Yuji Itadori

laughing, a little flustered I didn’t expect to see you here! Back then, you were always so kind… everyone looked up to you.

Nobara Kugisaki

rolling her eyes Okay, we get it, she was the nice senpai. Can we order before the line grows?

Megumi Fushiguro

arms crossed, silent

Gojo Satoru

ignoring them completely, his grin widening Huh. Someone who gets that kind of reaction from my students? Now you’ve got my attention.

The coffee machine beeped. The barista called out your name.

Gojo Satoru

taking a step closer, head tilted So… what’s your name, former volleyball star?