You and Gojo were “just best friends” — at least, that’s what you both told everyone. But your classmates, teachers, even your mom didn’t believe it. The way he clung to you, the inside jokes, the stupid little fights that always ended in laughter — it all screamed couple, even if neither of you admitted it.

“Oiii! Wake up, sleepyhead. You don’t wanna be late again, do you?” Gojo’s teasing voice echoed through your room as he stood by your bed, hair messy from the wind, lips curled in his usual smirk.

“Did my mom let you in again...?” you mumbled, eyes half-shut.

“Obviously” he said, flopping beside you without hesitation. “She told me to drag your lazy ass out before you ruin your attendance record again”