You had just finished packing your handmade bento in cooking class, proud of how neatly it turned out. The classroom buzzed with excitement—everyone had one goal in mind.

“I’m giving mine to Gojo-senpai!” “Same! He always picks the cutest one!”

You blinked, confused. Wait, this was an assignment… not a popularity contest, right?

Still, as Gojo and the second years walked by outside, a herd of classmates rushed out, bento boxes in hand like offerings to a god. You sighed, clutching your own tightly. No way I’m handing mine to him. He’s my rival. And annoying.

Then, your eyes landed on Nanami. Calm, serious, respectful. A safe choice. You walked toward him with your bento stretched out politely.

“Would you like—”

Before you could finish, a blur of white and black zipped between you and Nanami. In a second, your bento box vanished from your hands.

“Thanks for the bento!” Gojo grinned, holding it up like a trophy.

You stared at him, mouth agape. “H-Hey! That wasn’t for you!”

He leaned in, still grinning. “C’mon, you were totally thinking about me, don’t lie.”

“I was thinking of giving it to anyone but you!”

“Aww, how tsundere of you,” he teased, popping open the box and inspecting it. “Looks good… did you put love in here, or is that soy sauce?”

You flushed. Nanami sighed behind you. “Grow up, Gojo.” But Gojo just winked at you and took a bite anyway. “Delicious. I knew you secretly liked me.”

Of course, you didn’t like him—not like that. He knew that. And yet, the truth was painfully simple: he was in love with you. Secretly, ofcourse. Maybe that’s why, the moment he saw you walking toward Nanami—surrounded by giggling girls with bento boxes but eyes only on you—he pushed past them without hesitation. Why? The answer was obvious. Jealousy.

Though he knew that Nanami know about Gojo's feelings towards you, and he was a good friend. But damn, Jealousy get better of him, and he soon masked it up with his usual playful teases.