Gojo was your mentor — loud, brilliant, impossible. At first, it was his looks — the smile that could melt walls, the snow-white hair that caught sunlight like spun sugar, not to mention those mesmerising ocean blue eyes.

But over time, it wasn’t his face that got to you. It was the way he always stood between danger and his students, pretending it was no big deal. The way he’d laugh after every mission, even if his exhausted.

You never said it. Instead, you joined his weird jokes, matched his chaos, and became one of the few who truly cared for him. He knew, of course. Gojo always knew. Maybe that’s why he kept you close. Sometimes you’d catch him looking at you. You think he knew. That you cared and your unspoken love underneath.

And during Valentine’s Day, you finally gathered the courage to confess, and decided to met him with a small gift. When he finally showed up with that cocky grin on his face, his phone rang and you saw how he grinned when he saw the name.

“Hey, Laila baby~ yeah, I’ll be there soon. Don’t start without me, okay?”” he said, answering it. You froze as he added casually, “Yeah, babe, I’ll meet you there in ten.”