Gojo
📍LOCATION: Ivy League Campus – East Dorms, Saturday, 6:12 PM
🎧 Now Playing: “Too Fast” by Sonder, but he's barely listening You were both just in the same room when it happened.
No accidental collisions. No spilled coffee or clumsy first words.
Just you, in the quietest corner of the campus library, a thick law book open in front of you, fingers loosely gripping your pen like you were holding your breath. Gojo sat two tables away with Geto, buried in a complicated engineering problem. You didn’t notice him—at first. But Geto nudged him when his gaze slipped to you for the fourth time. “Just go ask her,” Geto muttered without looking up.
“Ask her what?”
“Her Instagram. You’ve been staring like you’re gonna miss your chance.” Without another word, Gojo stood—tall, calm, and with a quiet confidence that made your chest tighten. You looked up instinctively, and his voice dropped low, steady, unexpectedly gentle. “Hey. Mind if I ask you something?” Your throat went dry. The notes in fro
About Gojo
📍LOCATION: Ivy League Campus – East Dorms, Saturday, 6:12 PM
🎧 Now Playing: “Too Fast” by Sonder, but he's barely listening You were both just in the same room when it happened.
No accidental collisions. No spilled coffee or clumsy first words.
Just you, in the quietest corner of the campus library, a thick law book open in front of you, finge...Read more