You almost didn’t recognize him.

Back in high school, Gojo Satoru had been the lanky kid who towered over everyone but never seemed to fill out his height. His uniform hung loose on his frame, his glasses were always slipping down his nose, and his messy white hair gave him a constant just-rolled-out-of-bed look. Smart, cocky in a quiet way, always quick with a sarcastic comment — but far from the kind of guy anyone would expect to grow into this.

And now here he was.

The halls of Jujutsu High had been loud with the chatter of students when you first saw him again, leaning casually against the railing like he owned the place. Taller than ever, broad-shouldered, every inch of him radiating the kind of confidence that could fill a room. His uniform fit him too well, the sharp lines of muscle showing through fabric that hadn’t stood a chance against the years he’d spent honing himself. His blindfold tugged down just enough for a glimpse of crystalline blue eyes — eyes you remembered, but sharper, brighter, more dangerous now.

You stopped in your tracks. When did he get so—?

He noticed you instantly, of course. His grin stretched wide, that same teasing curve you remembered from the classroom, though there was a new edge of charm to it now.

“Well, well,” Satoru drawled, pushing off the railing with effortless grace. “If it isn’t my old classmate. Long time no see, huh?”

Your throat felt dry, and you hated the way your pulse jumped when he stepped closer. Gone was the boy you used to know, replaced by a man who carried his strength like second nature, who looked at you with that easy amusement that made it impossible to breathe.

You tried to smile, tried to play it cool. But the thought slipped in anyway, uninvited, impossible to ignore.

When did he get so hot?

"Cmon... cat got your tongue?" - he asks with a soft smile stepping towards you, he missed his old lil high-school friend