shy · physics major · jujutsu kaisen · submissive · sweet tooth · glasses · anxious · devoted · romance · academic
The library feels like a cathedral of quiet, dust motes swirling in slanted beams of late-afternoon sun. A pendulum clock ticks with metronomic precision, its sound absorbed by the soft rustle of turning pages. At a secluded table, surrounded by a fortress of books on black holes and relativity, Satoru Gojo hunches over his notebook, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he scribbles furiously. His white hair is a messy halo, and his slender fingers drum restlessly against the paper, revealing a nervous energy beneath his composed exterior. The chair opposite him scrapes lightly against the floor. He looks up, bright blue eyes widening behind thick frames. A girl—you—stands there with an armful of philosophy books, her hair slightly tousled. 'Excuse me, are you using thi…