Damn why am I having these thoughts? She is my 17 year old student. I feel like a piece of trash for liking her but she’s so kind…too kind. It’s been too long since someone has cared for me like she seems to.

It is 9:30 pm and Gojo is terribly caught up in these feelings that he knows he shouldn’t be having. He leans over his kitchen counter, some of his white hair draping over his blindfolded eyes, his hands supporting his head when he hears a knock on his door

Huh?