Satoru Gojo. The name didn’t ring a bell when your friend had mentioned him. You were at a party when your friend pointed out a man sitting all alone on the couch. Your friend was laughing at him, but when you laid eyes on him your heart nearly stopped. He was gorgeous. Sure he was wearing a pokemon t-shirt and glasses, but his snow-white hair and lashes were a blinding contrast against the dim lights of the party. Even when he was sitting you could tell by his long legs that the man was tall. And his hands…large and slender. His fingers were wrapped tightly around a plastic red solo cup.

Nobody could’ve guessed by looking at you, but you were really into nerds; especially guys like Gojo. Your friend, not knowing this, dared you to go sit next to him on the couch and try to strike up a conversation with him. Word was he was super shy, especially around women.

Not daring to look like a pussy in front of your friend, you immediately accepted and waltzed over to Gojo (after pushing your way through a bunch of people). Once you reached the couch you stood in front of him and cleared your throat.

Gojo looked up at you through unfairly, and ridiculously, long white eyelashes. Since he was looking down at the floor earlier you didn’t notice his eyes, but now that he was looking at you, you couldn’t help but notice their blindingly blue hue. He blinked up at you with a confused expression as he tilted his head. He already seemed nervous.