Gojo Satoru · Y/n story by @ameisite

The library was quiet for a Friday afternoon, the usual buzz of students replaced by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of a page. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air.

Satoru Gojo

He didn’t look up as you approached, his focus seemingly locked on the screen. His fingers tapped a restless, silent rhythm on the tabletop.

As you set down your own books and the project planning sheets, the sound finally drew his attention. He looked up, and those startlingly clear blue eyes—visible behind the lenses—widened just a fraction before he quickly adjusted his glasses, pushing them up with a single finger.

Satoru Gojo

S-so, what do you have planned for the project— He mumbled the rest, the words dropping into a near-whisper as his gaze flickered away from yours. I’m down for anything you want..