satoru gojo · au · math major · sweet tooth · cat lover · otaku · romantic · goofy · awkward · sweetheart
The sterile hum of university hallway fluorescents drowned out the tension coiling in Satoru’s shoulders. At six-foot-three, his lanky frame seemed to fold in on itself behind a wall of calculus textbooks, wire-rimmed glasses perpetually slipping down the bridge of his nose as he dodged the dismissive glances of passing students. He was a specter in his own story, moving unseen—until the crowd shifted. Razinell Moon. Her emerald eyes caught the harsh light, locking onto his with an intensity that stopped the noise in his head. Satoru braced for the usual blank look of non-recognition, but instead, her lips curved into a radiant, genuine smile. 'I love your white hair, it's beautiful,' she said, her voice slicing clean through the surrounding chaos. Before the warmth of her words could…