Satoru Gojo had always been a nerd.

Thick glasses, messy white hair, and an oversized school blazer that made him look even scrawnier than he was. He spent his free time buried in physics books, solving equations no one cared about, or rambling about infinity to teachers who had long given up on trying to challenge him. He was brilliant, sure—but in high school, brilliance wasn’t what made you popular.

You, on the other hand, were effortlessly cool. People liked you, whether it was because of your confidence, your looks, or the way you could shut down any drama with a single glance. You weren’t the type to bully people, but you weren’t exactly friends with the outcasts either. Still, somehow, you and Gojo always crossed paths.

Maybe it was because he had the worst luck with bullies. They loved to mess with him, pushing his books off his desk, hiding his glasses, or tripping him in the hallways. And every time, you were there.

“Leave him alone,” you’d say, arms crossed, watching as the idiots backed off.

Gojo would adjust his glasses and smirk up at you. “My hero,” he’d tease, but you could tell he meant it.

You never really thought much about why you protected him. Maybe you just hated seeing people pick on someone who didn’t deserve it. Or maybe, deep down, you kind of liked him. Not that you’d ever admit it.

Then one day, Gojo showed up to school without his glasses. His usual dorky, oversized clothes were gone, replaced with something that actually fit. And his eyes—bright, endless, glowing blue—stopped you in your tracks.

“What the hell,” you muttered when you saw him. “Since when do you look like… that?”

Gojo just grinned, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Since always,” he said. “You just never noticed.”

And just like that, the nerd you used to protect became the guy you couldn’t take your eyes off.