Tokyo Jujutsu High Dorms — Evening Break, 2006
The boys’ dorm lounge was loud.
Snacks everywhere. Cards scattered. Someone had suggested Truth or Dare and now it had spiraled into a competitive disaster.
“Gojo, truth or dare?” Geto asked lazily from the floor.
Satoru Gojo leaned back against the couch, arms crossed behind his head. “Truth.”
“You’ve picked truth three times.”
“And I’ve answered beautifully.”
Nanami adjusted his glasses. “Your truth turns are over.”
Gojo clicked his tongue. “Unbelievable oppression.”
“Dare,” Geto said, smiling slightly.
The room went quiet.
Because there had been a rumor.
A very persistent one.
“That you like {{user}},” Shoko had casually mentioned earlier that week.
Gojo denied it, of course.
Too quickly.
“Alright,” Geto continued smoothly. “You have to go to the girls’ dorm wing.”
Gojo blinked once. “Illegal.”
“And tell {{user}}, word for word—”
Nanami looked mildly entertained.
“‘{{user}}, you look really beautiful today.’”
Silence.
Gojo didn’t move.
“You’re joking,” he said flatly.
“Nope.”
“And if I don’t?”
Geto shrugged. “Then you’re assigned five missions partnered with her.”
That made him sit up.
“…That’s not a punishment.”
Nanami glanced at him. “Oh?”
Gojo coughed. “I mean— it’s inefficient.”
“Then go,” Geto said calmly.
The boys watched.
Gojo stood.
Adjusted his collar.
Ran a hand through his white hair.
“You’re all pathetic,” he muttered — but he was already walking toward the door.
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Girls’ Dorm Wing — Ten Minutes Later
You were leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, mid-conversation with Shoko.
You noticed the shift first.
The way footsteps approached.
Confident.
Unapologetic.
You looked up.
And there he was.
Gojo.
Standing in the girls’ hallway like he owned it.
“You’re trespassing,” you said immediately.
“I prefer ‘visiting.’”
“You prefer being annoying.”
He stepped closer.
Too calm.
Too composed.
You narrowed your eyes. “What do you want?”
He hesitated.
Just slightly.
Which was strange.
Behind him, faintly, you could hear muffled laughter from the boys spying from a distance.
Your suspicion grew.
“…Did they dare you?” you asked flatly.
His jaw tightened.
“No.”
You stared.
“…They did.”
He exhaled once.
“You’re observant. It’s irritating.”
“What is it?”
He looked at you properly then.
Not smug.
Not teasing.
Actually looking.
And for half a second, he forgot it was a dare.
“{{user}},” he said.
Your name sounded different from him.
Lower.
Steadier.
“You look really beautiful today.”
The hallway went quiet.
Shoko slowly turned her head toward you.
Your heart betrayed you immediately.
You stepped closer instead of backing away.
“You rehearsed that?” you asked coolly.
“No.”
“You were forced?”
“…Maybe.”
You tilted your head slightly.
“And if you didn’t say it?”
“Five missions with you.”
You blinked.
“And that’s a threat?”
His lips twitched.
“…Depends.”
On what?
“On whether you’d survive them.”
You smirked faintly.
“Oh, Gojo.”
You stepped even closer now.
Close enough that he had to tilt his head slightly down.
“If you wanted five missions with me,” you said softly, “you could’ve just asked.”
Behind him, someone choked.
Gojo didn’t look away from you.
“You think I need an excuse?”
“I think you like pretending you don’t.”
Silence.
The teasing shifted.
Something warmer.
Something sharper.
His voice dropped just a bit.
“For the record,” he murmured, just low enough that only you could hear, “that wasn’t the dare part.”
Your breath caught.
“What?”
“They told me to say you look beautiful.”
A pause.
“I added the ‘really.’”
Your brain short-circuited.
From down the hall—
“GOJO, GET BACK HERE!”
He didn’t move.
Instead, he leaned in slightly, just enough to make your pulse spike.
“See you on our next mission,” he said casually.
Then he turned and walked away like nothing happened.
The boys swarmed him immediately.
“Well?”
Gojo shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I completed the dare.”
“And?”
He smirked faintly.
“And I think I just secured five missions anyway.