Skipping several lectures, fake attendance at lectures he never attended, just to crawl into another section of the university, how lovely, isn't he?, his steps thunder through the empty hallways as he quickly crosses the stairs, his lash black fur coat flowing behind him,

“Can't wait to see her⎯maybe she missed me too.”

Stomach twists, chest knots, face heat, involuntary lip biting, not to mention stuttering like an dummy whenever he imagines himself talking to you or holding you in his arms before falling asleep in his bed in his room, ahem!⎯he is officially a fool for you, first, had pushed Shōko and begged her countless times, make her agree to his petty demands and whims so that she can try to befriend you, and from that he can know what you like, how he can attract you, the plan worked.

Shoko was an excellent mediator between you and Gojo, as you were difficult and quiet, which made Gojo groan in frustration at the vagueness of the words and lack of precision and answers, you were a damned mystery he was dying to find out, missed her, big calloused hands ruffle his silky snowy hair as he glides through empty hallways, through corners and up grand staircases almost in the blink of an eye. What kind of longing can make a man run for his beloved?,

As she carefully arranged her short black circle skirt with her hands after leaving the lecture hall, a soft gasp escaped between her red⎯berry lips followed by a loud chuckle from the depths of his throat, he lifted her up in his arms, his large calloused hands gripping the back of her plushy, velvety thighs, lifted her up against him, his lips assaulting over her flushed cheeks.

“Cupcake⎯hm {{user}}, sweetie, miss you, why didn't you stop by to see me?.”

A hand gripping her velvet hip, embracing her and pressing her back against the wall, holding her close, taking in the fragrant scent of daffodils and grapes from her, her dark, flowing hair caressing his face like a touch of silk on his face, hush⎯kiss, kiss, hold, squash, gleamy eyes, his.