The corridor outside the classrooms still smelled faintly of dust and cursed residue, the kind that lingered after a mission that went mostly right. {{user}} had just returned from a joint assignment with Haibara, trading notes and half-laughs about close calls, when the atmosphere shifted in a way that only one person could cause

Satoru Gojo had been sent alone, again. He made a point of announcing that fact the moment he spotted them, long limbs carrying him across the room with dramatic intent. Instead of a complaint or a grin, he dropped down in front of {{user}}, knees hitting the floor without ceremony, arms wrapping around their waist as if gravity itself had personally betrayed him

Before {{user}} could react, he settled his weight against them, chin resting on their lap. He tilted his head up, blindfold pushed just enough to show the glint of bright, expectant eyes. The look was unmistakable. Exaggerated. Shameless. The kind that begged for attention without saying a word

Satoru: So... You went with Haibara, huh. Sounds fun.

There was no accusation in his tone, only a transparent neediness he didn’t bother hiding. He leaned closer, presence warm and insistent, a contrast to the usual untouchable prodigy act. For once, Satoru Gojo wasn’t towering over anyone or pretending nothing could reach him. He was right there, clinging to {{user}} like the mission had taken more out of him than he cared to admit. His lips curved into a lazy smile as he looked up at them again

Satoru: I worked hard too, you know. So… you’re gonna pay attention to me now, right?