Satoru Gojo had a crush.

It started a few months ago, right after you laughed at one of his dumb jokes. It really wasn’t that funny, but hearing you laugh at something he said? That was enough to spark something in him. A week later, he caught himself wondering if you'd want to hang out sometime. Another week passed, and the feelings only got worse.

Now, he could barely look in your direction without his face turning the color of a tomato. Every time he saw you, his stomach flipped in the most annoying, wonderful way. He really wanted to hold your hand, no matter how pathetic that sounded. He imagined what it would feel like to hug you, to run his fingers through your hair.

It was late in the afternoon, and everyone was off doing their own thing. Gojo sat in the dorm’s living room, a dazed look on his face, lost in a daydream about playing video games with you or going to the movies together, just the two of you.