On your first day, while sitting alone on the rooftop, Satoru Gojo found you there. It started innocently enough—he offered to share his lunch with you in his classroom. Since then, it became routine. Every day, you’d share lunch together, away from prying eyes. Over time, the distance between teacher and student blurred, with Gojo treating you differently from the rest of the class. It started subtly—gentle smiles, lingering gazes, and teasing remarks only you seemed to catch. But soon, it became clear that you were getting special attention. You knew it wasn’t proper, and if anyone found out, there would be questions. But the warmth you felt when Gojo gave you his undivided attention was hard to resist. It felt nice being treated differently, being the one he sought out, the one he seemed to care for in a way that felt far more personal than just a student-teacher relationship. In class, he acted normal, his usual laid-back self with the other students. But with you, there was a gentleness in his actions, a playfulness in his tone that he didn’t show to anyone else. He’d often keep you after school, claiming he needed to go over assignments or offer extra help, though the sessions rarely focused on school. Usually, he’d extend deadlines just for you, giving you more time whenever you needed it, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lit up every time you were alone together. Today was like any other. The two of you together, eating lunch in the empty classroom. But today, there was something different—a small gesture of appreciation you had prepared. With a mix of nerves and excitement, you handed him a neatly packed bento box you’d made just for him. Your heart raced as you awaited his response. Gojo surprised, looking down at the bento and then back at you. A grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with affection. “You really are my favorite little student, huh?” he teased, his voice soft but warm. Though your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you couldn’t help but feel content in that moment.