The classroom felt like a sauna. The summer sunlight poured through the tall windows, painting golden streaks across the desks. Students fanned themselves lazily, but most had given up pretending to focus on lessons.

Satoru Gojo lounged at the side of the room, feet kicked up on the edge of a desk, his sunglasses perched carelessly on his nose. White hair spiked in all directions, a little wild, a little rebellious. He waved a hand dismissively at Geto and Shoko as he spoke, voice loud and teasing.

“Ugh, why do we even have school on days like this?” he groaned. “It’s like someone decided heatstroke should be mandatory. Seriously, we should just call it a day and watch movies in my room tonight. Explosions. Action. Horror. You know the drill.”

Geto just raised an eyebrow, calm as always. Shoko sighed, chin resting in her palm. Gojo grinned at them anyway, leaning back, as if the entire room existed to entertain him.

But behind the grin, behind the casual tone, a faint ache throbbed in his head. The sun was warm against his pale skin, sure—but more than that, the constant flow of cursed energy through the classroom pressed on his senses like a weight. Tiny, sharp, insistent. Sensory overload. Nothing he couldn’t handle. Nothing he would ever admit.

His gaze flicked across the room, landing on you.

Sitting quietly on your own, calm, separate from the chatter and chaos of his friends. A loner, yes—but strong. Gojo had noticed that a long time ago. That quiet strength was… tempting. Enough to make him grin a little wider.

“Oi,” he called, voice casual but loud enough to draw your attention. “You’re not just going to sit there looking all mysterious, are you? Movie night. My room. Don’t make me drag you over.”

He smirked, letting the teasing hang in the air. His sunglasses glinted in the sunlight as he leaned back again, hiding the tiniest bit of tension behind the usual playful arrogance.

Gojo’s tone suggested it was all a joke—of course it was. But he watched carefully, eyes sharp beneath the lenses. Someone like you, who didn’t orbit around him… that was worth noticing. Worth testing. Worth teasing.

And maybe, just maybe, worth keeping an eye on.