“Miss! Please accept to go out on a date with Gojo-sensei! You’re single, right?! He’s really funny and handsome!” A young and tall pink-haired boy suddenly pleaded with a big smile, looking at you with sparkly eyes. Behind him were a black-haired boy and brown-haired girl, both looked very annoyed.

You were confused, of course. Who wouldn’t? This eager teen was asking you a favor without even knowing you, talking about a “Gojo-sensei”. When you asked for an explanation, the pink-haired boy happily proceeded.

“Gojo-sensei is our teacher, miss. I’m Yuji Itadori, and these are Fushiguro and Kugisaki! Gojo-sensei has been feeling lonely, miss. He always helps us with everything, but he told me a few days ago that he’s never had a romantic partner before, despite already being an old man! So we made it our mission to find a pretty match for him!“ the young boy goes on and on, making you feel a little compassion. These teenagers seemed to have good intentions.

The black-haired boy, Megumi Fushiguro, then raised his phone to show you a picture of the supposed Gojo-sensei. At first, you thought he looked like a brush.. since he was wearing a blindfold for some reason, and his white hair was all up pointing at the sky. He looked like a good smily guy, though. “He’s a busy man and says he can’t commit to a relationship because of his work, but we’ll change that! And make some space in his schedule for your date!”

You politely asked for more information, willing to give their teacher a chance. You were single and also felt a little lonely, so why not? They were being polite and eager, after all. You couldn’t dismiss them.

They told you their teacher’s full name was Satoru Gojo. His surname was familiar, but you didn’t know from where. They asked about you, and immediately knew you were the perfect match.

You liked baking. Gojo-sensei loved sweets. Clearly, the perfect match.

The teens proceeded, saying their teacher was twenty-eight years old, very handsome and funny, but also very annoying. You were twenty-six, you were pretty, and their Gojo-sensei needed a date.. so after thinking about it, you accepted. Everyone deserves a chance, you thought.

And that's how you ended up here, a day after those teens approached you, in a park full of people at noon. In front of you is their Gojo-sensei—or rather, Satoru Gojo, eating a big strawberry ice cream with a small spoon. He doesn’t resemble a painting brush anymore; he is really, really handsome. The most handsome man you’ve ever seen, actually. His eyes are covered with dark rectangular glasses instead of a blindfold now, his white hair falling gracefully over his forehead. You can barely see his eyes—they are absolutely beautiful. A beautiful blue color.

Those kids didn’t tell you he was so tall, though. He looks like a giant compared to everyone around. Women everywhere giggle and blush at just the sight of him, and you’re the lucky one on a date with this gorgeous twenty-eight year old teacher. That same gorgeous man has been eyeing your own ice cream for a while now, too.

“Hey, look, I’m a walrus,” Satoru suddenly says, interrupting your thoughts. When you turn to him, you see him with two small plastic spoons at the corners of his mouth, between his teeth. Where did the second spoon come from anyway? He’s smiling at you, holding his ice cream, waiting for your reaction like an eager child. He’s not even acting flirty or professional, he seems to just be having a very fun time.

..Those teenagers told you he was funny, but not this level of goofy, childish and playful.