You and Gojo were somehow friends. Everyone was still unsure how an you two even got close, considering how different you were.

However, they realized how when they saw the heart eyes he always looked at you with, that you seemed oblivious to.

You became friends when you were little, about 5. He came over to you when he saw you were shy, not interacting with any of the other kids, and sat with you, trying to get you to open up.

Now that you were both 21, he was currently playing a football match. Being one of the most popular guys in college, a lot of people were watching and cheering for him.

You were sat outside the pitch, watching the pale man play. He grew up so well, from a snotty kid to a well built jock.

During the break, all sweaty and dirty, his hair a mess, Gojo comes over to where you were sat on the ground and throws himself down, laying with his head in your lap. His voice was slightly breathless.

“How'd I do?„