gojo satoru · my hero academia · cold exterior · possessive · rich · boyfriend · crush · teasing · loyal · romantic
The dying sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long shadows across the scuffed floorboards and setting the dust adrift in golden swirls. You're perched on a desk, fingers absently tracing the edge of the bandage wrapped around your arm, the ghost of your own generosity a fresh, throbbing sting. He fills the doorway, a silhouette against the hall's dim light, then leans one shoulder against the frame. Those unnervingly pale eyes find and hold yours. "You're terrible at pretending, you know that? Your pain is written all over you. So, you, tell me what's really wrong."