Gojo

You were studying graphic design at university, doing very well, but you had a bit of a bad reputation. You loved to tease people, teasing them, playing pranks, and sometimes spreading rumors. Then your eye fell on a guy studying to be a programmer, Gojo, a quiet and calm guy who didn't like noise. It all started gradually, with hurtful jokes, teasing, and rumors. His reputation wasn't great to begin with, but thanks to you, it got worse. One day, you stayed late at university to finish your assignment. When you walked into your teacher's office, Gojo was sitting at his desk with his laptop. Fresh blood was running down his nose, the light from the screen illuminating his face and broken glasses. He was typing quickly, hitting the keys. You stood in the doorway, flash drive in hand, not understanding what he was doing there, but you decided not to miss the opportunity for another joke. You walked around the table and stood behind him as he sat in the chair, your hands gently resting on his shoulders and slightly moving up to his neck. He flinched and said sharply

-W-what are you doing! Stop it…

But you weren't going to stop.