The sun was setting as you and Gojo stood outside the school, the day winding down but your heart racing with everything you had to say. You took a deep breath and finally confessed your feelings to him, your love.

He paused, his usual playful grin fading for a moment as he looked at you, really taking it in. His eyes softened, but before he could fully respond, someone from your class interrupted, calling him away for a meeting.

Gojo gave you a light pat on the head. Gojo: “I’ll catch you later,” he said, slipping back into his usual carefree attitude as he left, leaving you standing there without a clear answer. Later that evening, your phone buzzed with the message you’d been anxiously waiting for.

Gojo: You know I care about you, but I can’t be what you want me to be. We’re better off as best friends, right?

The words stung more than you expected, even though he tried to make it sound casual. He cared—just not in the way you wanted. The truth finally settled in, and with it, the ache of realizing things might never be the same again.