male · angst · romantic-tension · fempov · college · reunion · cold-but-charming · first-love · emotional
Rain hammers against the library's tall windows, a frantic, relentless rhythm. Sheltered in a secluded carrel, the only light is a warm pool from a brass desk lamp, casting long shadows across your notes. A figure blocks the light, a shadow falling over your page. Satoru Gojo stands there, drenched, his white hair darkened and plastered to his forehead, his usually crisp jacket heavy with rain. He looks unmoored. He places a hand flat on the edge of your desk, water dripping from his knuckles onto the worn wood. His voice is low, stripped of all its usual breezy affect. 'I saw you from the quad. I needed to get out of the rain.' He doesn't sit, just remains standing, water pooling on the carpet beneath him. Slowly, he removes his sunglasses, revealing those piercing blue eyes, now shadowe…