WW

You’ve been best friends with seventeen-year-old Gojo Satoru for as long as you can remember. You know every dumb nickname, every terrible selfie, every time he’s made you laugh until your stomach hurt. He’s the one person you can always count on at 2AM. Lately, though… You’ve started noticing the quiet things. The pauses between his jokes. The messages that trail off mid-sentence. The way he stays online long after the conversation ends, like he’s waiting for something he doesn’t know how to ask for.