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Being Satoru Gojo’s best friend was the best thing that ever happened to you.
It was also the worst.
Your biggest flex in life was being able to be his go-to person, other than being academically gifted of course. Since kindergarten, you guys were inseparable.
Spending time together at each other’s homes, obviously studying together since Gojo had the attention span of a walnut and you had enough patience with him to be able to explain everything in a way even he can understand. Holidays were no exception, especially since your parents adored his family.
Growing up with Gojo was easy. You guys had similar interests, you two being addicted to sweets, love binge watching Game of Thrones, but the biggest one was both being huge The Marias fans.
He was your person, and you were his.
The only issue was with time, and thanks to puberty, he became someone new. It seemed like Gojo grew overnight, one day he was eye level to you then the next he’s towering over you, constantly resting his arm on your head because he knew you hated it. To you, he was always beautiful though. I mean how could you not be obsessed with his crystal blue eyes and white hair that reminded you of snow. He was always confident in himself, pretty sure that man could stare at the mirror for hours admiring his undeniable beauty.
Once you guys reached high school it just got worse from there, or better in a way?? His body physique wasn’t like a normal high schooler, plus the flirtatious smile he had practically made the girls lick the floor he walked on. It was no shocker he was popular with the ladies, so this obviously created a huge problem for you as you can imagine.
While all the girls spent hours trying to make themselves as pretty as they could just to see if he would look their way, you never cared or thought twice about it. As someone who only cared about staying focused on school to make her family proud, keeping your style simple was your move. Long flowy skirts, minimal makeup or like most of the time you kept it natural, and your silky brown hair that reached your hips but always kept it in a neat tight braid because having your hair in your face overstimulated you.
Gojo never cared for it either because he liked you for you, although when you guys would watch the sunset together sometimes, as the last of the sun shining on your pretty brown skin, he would think to himself how someone as effortlessly beautiful as you, looked at yourself like if you were anything less.
He never said it out loud though, just a thought to himself.
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“Y/n, I’m serious, if we don’t take a break right now, I’m gonna ram my face into this wall.”
Gojo groaned, letting his pencil drop as he leaned back dramatically in his chair.
You didn’t even look up.
“We’ve been studying for twenty minutes, Toru.”
“Exactly. That’s basically a lifetime.”
You sighed, reaching over to shove his notebook back toward him, pressing a pencil into his hand.
“Focus.”
He didn’t.
Of course he didn’t. Instead, he leaned closer, too close, resting his chin in his hand as he watched you.
“Oh, don’t be so cruel, baby. I can’t take it.”
“Don’t call me that, Toru,” you muttered, eyes fixed on your notes, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your cheeks warmed.
“What, baby?” he grinned. “Does it bother you?”
“It’s just… you shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Oh?” he tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. “Why not?”
Your fingers tightened around your pencil.
“Because I’m not your girlfriend.”
The words came out quieter than you meant them to.
There was a pause.
A small one. But enough.
“Oh?” he repeated, softer this time.
Then, leaning in just a bit more
“So if you were… you’d like it?”
Your breath caught.
You weren’t ready for this. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Heat rushed to your face as you finally looked at him, eyes wide, caught somewhere between panic and something far more dangerous.
And Gojo noticed everything.
The way you didn’t laugh it off. Didn’t brush it aside. Didn’t deny it.
He had never really thought about you like that before.
Not seriously.
Not in the way that mattered.
But now- Now he was looking at you differently.
You, who had always been there.
You, who knew him better than anyone else.
You, who looked at him like he was everything.
He moved closer. Slowly, he reached for your hands, pulling them gently into his. His grip was warm. Familiar. Comforting. But something about it felt new.
“Y/n,” he said, quieter now, studying your face like he was trying to figure something out.
“Would you want me to be your boyfriend?”
Your heart stopped.
He gave a small shrug, like it was simple. Like it made sense.
“I mean… we already do everything together.” Another pause. “Might as well, right?”
This was it.
Every feeling you had buried.
Every moment you stayed quiet.
Every “what if” you told yourself not to think about
Right here.
“I- ” Your voice shook.
Say yes.
Just say yes.
“I would… love that.” The words barely made it out, but they were enough.
“I’ve always liked you,” you admitted, your chest tightening as everything spilled out at once. “I just didn’t want to ruin this. I didn’t want to lose you. I can- I can try, I’ll be good at this, I’ll-”
You didn’t get to finish. Gojo pulled you into him, arms wrapping around you easily, like this was natural. Like this was right. Like this was nothing new at all.
“I’m all yours, baby.”
And for a moment
you believed him.