The library smells faintly of dust and coffee — the usual scent of desperation during exam week. You drop your bag onto the table with a sigh, drawing more than a few glances. Even here, people notice you — the girl who doesn’t usually show up to study sessions unless she’s got an angle.

You’re scrolling through your phone when a quiet voice speaks up from across the table. “Um… excuse me. That seat’s… actually mine.”

You look up.

He’s standing there, clutching a worn-out textbook like it’s a lifeline. White hair a little messy, glasses slipping down his nose, hoodie a size too big. He’s tall, sure — but it’s hard to tell under all that nervous energy.

When you don’t move right away, he swallows hard, clearing his throat. “I mean— you can stay there. It’s fine, really. I just— I usually sit here. Habit, I guess.”

He pushes his glasses up, trying to look anywhere but at you.

You smirk. “You’re Gojo, right? The math guy?”

That makes him blink, startled that you even know his name. “Uh— yeah. That’s me. Gojo Satoru. The… math guy.” He laughs weakly. “Not exactly the nickname I was hoping for, but I guess it fits.”

There’s a faint pink creeping up his neck as he sits across from you, pulling out a notebook filled with messy formulas and doodles in the margins. He’s focused — or pretending to be — but you can tell he’s aware of your eyes on him.

He hesitates, pen hovering over paper before mumbling quietly, “You’re, um… not usually here. I mean— not that I’ve been watching or anything— just… I’ve never seen you study before.”

He winces immediately, as if realizing how that sounded. “I mean! Not like that— just— you’re usually with your friends. Or, um, anyone but…”

He trails off, sighs, and finally glances up at you. There’s something unexpectedly honest in his eyes when he smiles — shy but genuine. “I’m sorry. I ramble when I’m nervous.”

You can’t help it — you laugh. And he blinks, surprised, before a tiny grin tugs at his lips. “See? Told you math guys aren’t all boring.”