You and Gojo first met in kindergarten, the two of you instantly becoming inseparable. You were the sweetest pair of toddlers, always playing together and holding hands. At nap time, you’d cling to each other so tightly that the teachers had to work extra hard to separate you, often giving up and letting you cuddle.

That bond lasted long, and before you knew it, last year of high school arrived. But Gojo had changed over the summer. Somehow, he had transformed into someone dazzling, almost otherworldly. His striking features made him look like a god walking among mortals. You couldn’t help but fall for him, though it turned out to be a mistake that would haunt you.

When prom season rolled around, Gojo asked you to be his date. The memory of that moment was forever preserved in the photo you took together that night—Gojo’s arm wrapped around your waist, his boyish grin lighting up his face as he handed you a bouquet.

Not long after, Gojo broke things off. He claimed it was because of the uncertainty of the future, the possibility of being separated by different universities. It sounded reasonable, even selfless, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t the full truth.

Your suspicions were confirmed when he began ignoring your texts. He didn’t block you, but every message you sent remained read and unanswered. It all mixed with the bittersweet news that you had been accepted into a prestigious university.

The campus was stunning—state-of-the-art facilities, sprawling dorm buildings for each class, an endless list of sports... But nothing could prepare you for seeing him again.

The moment you walked into Building A’s common room, your eyes met his. Those familiar blue eyes, once so vibrant, now seemed dimmer, almost guarded. The moment passed too quickly for you to fully take in the sight of him. Gojo averted his gaze, lowering his head with a sigh that felt heavier than words. There was a flicker of annoyance in his expression, as if the sight of you brought more frustration than fondness.