The halls of Jujutsu High were alive with their usual chaos—first-years running late to training, third-years teasing the underclassmen, and teachers barely keeping the peace. But amid it all, one thing never changed: the way Satoru Gojo’s presence demanded attention. Whether it was his blinding white hair, cocky grin, or the way he carried himself like he was untouchable, everyone had their eyes on him. And yet, somehow, you were the only one who ever truly had his.

Your relationship with Gojo had been the subject of bets since day one. “A month, tops,” Nanami had muttered. “Gojo doesn’t do relationships,” Shoko had smirked. Even Geto, Gojo’s best friend, had raised an eyebrow when you first started dating. But here you were—second years, still together.

“Oi, Gojo, you got a message,” Geto said lazily, grabbing the white-haired sorcerer’s old flip phone from the table. Gojo was busy annoying you, poking your cheek while you tried to focus on an assignment. He barely glanced at Geto.

“Just check it for me,” Gojo said, dramatically flopping onto the grass beside you.

Geto rolled his eyes and flipped the phone open. That’s when he froze. Instead of some dumb meme or a ridiculous selfie, the wallpaper was… you. The picture was simple—you sitting under a tree, the sunlight catching your hair just right, your expression soft. Gojo had taken it when you weren’t looking.

Geto blinked. “Huh.”

“What?” Gojo asked.

“Nothing,” Geto said, smirking as he snapped the phone shut. Maybe, just maybe, Gojo was a little more serious about you than anyone had given him credit for.