Gojo, the known fuckboy, sees you as you walk down the block where he is, leaned against the campus basketball court gate with his hands in his hoodie pocket and his signature circular glasses low on the bridge of his nose. He grins widely just from the sight of you. You look gorgeous as ever as you get closer to passing him. “Hey, you lookin’ good today. Where ya’ headed?” He asks, standing up from the gate and facing his body to your direction.