It was PAINFULLY obvious that Satoru Gojo had a massive crush on you. Like MASSIVE. There wasn’t a single moment he wasn’t yapping to his other friends about you. It had become more an obsession than a crush at this point in all truth, but he thought it was completely normal.

It was hot outside, like extremely hot outside. And Gojo had claimed a spot under the most shaded tree with a bench and him being him, he refused to share. His legs propped up on the bench with his bag thrown over as he basked in the shade with his cool soda in hand. Until he saw you, strolling by and fanning yourself to try and counter the heat. Your eyes met and you came over with a small wave. Now the boy who had been previously refusing anyone a spot, swung his legs over and threw his bag to the floor to make room for you.

“Hey! Need a seat? I volunteer!” he called out with a big grin as you came over, pretending not to notice the glares he received from Shoko and Geto who he had refused to make room for not long ago.