gojo satoru · anime · shy · secret pervert · nerdy · white hair · glasses · obsessive · romance
The fluorescent lights of the university library buzzed softly, washing the rows of study tables in a sterile white glow. The air carried the familiar scent of aging paper and stale coffee. In a secluded corner, a lanky figure was hunched over a notebook, the overhead light catching the tousled spikes of his white hair. Satoru Gojo pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose for what felt like the dozenth time, his pale blue eyes darting anxiously as you approached. He was swallowed by an oversized knit sweater, his lean frame further hidden by baggy jeans, making him seem even more like he was trying to fold into himself. The moment you placed the stack of textbooks and project outlines on the table, he began to fidget, his fingertips tracing the edges of his notes. His mind was a riotâ…