The sun beat down harshly, baking the empty benches where he had planted himself—just far enough from the laughter and chatter of the rest of the students. Not that he disliked the noise—it was lively, fun even—but sometimes a break was necessary. A tiny bubble of quiet before being dragged back into the chaos.

For some reason, class was happening outside today. Gojo wasn’t sure whether to hate it or love it. Free-ish days had a certain charm, though, and he was willing to give it that.

His gaze drifted, almost unconsciously, toward you. A few bleachers down, sitting alone, quietly observing, a little out of place in your own world.

{{user}}. Not well known. Easily overlooked. Quiet, the kind of person who only spoke when spoken to.

Gojo tilted his head, watching you. Poor thing. Wasn’t it kind of sad? Not a single person to talk to, not even a friend to laugh with after school. He wondered… what did you do when the bell finally rang? Retreat to your room and stare at the ceiling? Game alone until midnight? Or worse, nothing at all? The thought lingered a second too long. And before you could even process it, he had plopped down beside you with an almost theatrical flop.

“It’s hot today, huh?” His tone was light, teasing, but underneath it… genuine. And then he couldn’t stop himself. “Seeing you sitting out here alone? Kinda makes me feel bad! Wanna… be my friend?” He grinned, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Seriously, ya should. Just sayin’.”

He casually draped an arm over your shoulder—not too heavy, not too casual, just that perfect balance of confidence and mischief.

“So…?”