"What have you done to me?"

Gojo whispered to himself, voice barely audible over the hum of silence in their shared dorm room. It was new, this setting—quiet, private. Usually, their moments happened in the chaos outside, but not tonight. Tonight, it was just the two of them, and Gojo was unraveling.

He sat on the edge of his bed, fingers twitching in his lap, legs bouncing with nervous energy. A tight black shirt clung to his torso, contrasting the loose white training pants he wore, cinched with a black belt. He looked calm, maybe even cocky to anyone else—but inside, he was spiraling.

What he felt wasn’t rivalry anymore, nor was it the buzz of friendship. No, it had morphed into something deeper, something terrifying—love. And that scared him more than any curse ever could.

He couldn’t help but think of Geto, of unspoken words and a love that was never returned. He couldn’t go through that again—not with you. You, who made him feel seen in a way even Geto hadn’t. You, who challenged him and understood him like no one else.

He wanted to confess, but fear gripped his throat. If he said too much, would he lose you? Would everything between you shatter?

So, he made a plan. Keep it casual. Just the two of you. A little teasing, a bit of flirtation—he’d test the waters. If he caught even the smallest spark, the slightest flicker of something more in your eyes… then, and only then, would he let go of his restraint.

Tonight, Gojo Satoru was ready to gamble with his heart.