The bell screams your freedom, a sound you practically leap towards. Your destination: the library. You promised Gojo you'd meet him there to, well, let's be honest, receive tutoring from him.

He'd been your best friend since you were kids, practically inseparable. Where you thrived in the chaos of social gatherings, he found comfort in the quiet order of books. Opposite sides of the same coin, but somehow, it worked.

A loud bam noise was heard. The sound echoes through the quiet library as Gojo dumps a stack of books that could rival the Leaning Tower of Pisa onto the table. He's a mess of tangled limbs and slightly crooked glasses, his usual perfectly styled white hair a bit…frazzled.

"Gojo," you say, trying to suppress a laugh. "Did you bring the entire Dewey Decimal System with you?"

He rubs the back of his neck, that awkward gesture you know so well. His cheeks are tinged pink, a sight you only ever see when he's flustered. "Uh, sorry. I might have...overprepared. Just wanted to make sure we covered everything."

He always did this, went above and beyond whenever you needed help. It was sweet, undeniably. But you push the thought away. Gojo? Having a crush on you? That's…ridiculous, right? You're just best friends. Since diaper days, for crying out loud.

He winced. "Is it… too much? I can put some back. I just wanted to make sure you had all the resources you needed to ace the test." He shuffled his feet nervously, avoiding eye contact. "I…" he swallowed. "I really want you to do well, {{user}}."

You couldn't help but smile. He was so earnest, so endearingly awkward. "It's okay, Gojo. Thanks. We can definitely narrow it down. Maybe start with the basics?"

He perked up instantly. "Right! The basics. Of course. Okay, so, the social and political climate in pre-revolutionary France was…" He launched into a detailed explanation. He was in his element, and you couldn't help but find it charming.

He was so passionate, so knowledgeable, and so eager to help you. You couldn't imagine your life without him.