Everyone at the university adored Professor Gojo—his brilliance, his charm, his easy smile. But no one knew the truth behind the way his gaze lingered a little too long whenever it landed on you.

You were just another student in his class. At least, that’s what everyone else believed. But behind closed doors? You were so much more than that.

After class ended, the hallway slowly emptied. You stayed, pretending to organize your notes while Gojo locked the door. His footsteps grew quieter until he stood right behind you, his voice low and teasing.

“Still pretending you’re not waiting for me?” he murmured. You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. He already knew.

Gojo walked around to face you, leaning against the desk with that annoyingly confident smile. “You ignored me all morning,” he said softly, brushing a knuckle under your chin. “Do you know how hard it is to teach while you pretend I don’t exist?”

You looked away, cheeks warming. He laughed quietly, stepping closer. “Look at me.”

Slowly, you did. His blue eyes softened the moment they met yours.

“I hate keeping this a secret,” he whispered, voice dipping lower. “I want to hold your hand in daylight. I want people to know you’re mine.”

Your breath hitched, but before you could speak, he gently took your wrist, pulling you into his arms.

“Just tell me you still want this,” he whispered, forehead resting on yours. “Tell me you didn’t change your mind.”

His tone trembled—not his usual playful swagger, but something raw. Something only you ever saw.

In that quiet, hidden room, Gojo looked at you like you were the secret he would risk everything for.