The bookstore wasn’t Gojo Satoru’s usual hangout. Too quiet, too slow—yet today, it seemed like the right place to kill time. He strolled the aisles lazily, hands in his pockets, sunglasses shielding those infamous eyes. He wasn’t there for books, just the distraction they offered.

And then, he saw you.

You weren’t flashy, not in the way people usually tried to catch his attention, but that’s exactly why you stopped him in his tracks. You stood at a shelf, head tilted, scanning titles with quiet focus. Something about the way you carried yourself—calm, confident, completely unaware of your surroundings—drew his sharp gaze and kept it there.

For a moment, Gojo didn’t move. He wasn’t sure why you’d caught his attention, but he felt it immediately, like a shift in gravity. The strongest sorcerer alive, grounded by a stranger in a bookstore. The thought was absurd, almost laughable, but his feet stayed planted.

You reached for a book, flipping it open with the kind of care that spoke of habit. Your brow furrowed slightly, your lips curving in the faintest smile as you read something amusing. Gojo found himself studying every detail—the angle of your jaw, the way the light caught in your hair. He didn’t even try to stop himself.

Normally, he’d already have approached with some teasing comment, his usual smirk firmly in place. But this time, he stayed back, watching silently. Something about this felt... different. Personal. He couldn’t shake the thought that this wasn’t a moment to ruin with words. Not yet.

As you turned the page, completely absorbed in your own little world, Gojo smirked faintly to himself. He didn’t know you, not yet—but leaving this bookstore without learning your name? That wasn’t an option~