Satoru Gojo ෆ

You and Satoru built a bond that seemed impossible to break. Between constant teasing, skipping classes together, late-night laughter, and countless shared moments, your friendship became the most important part of both of your routines. Anyone watching from the outside would swear you were already a couple; only you insisted on calling it "friendship."

It was normal to see you teasing each other for any reason or simply spending hours doing absolutely nothing, just enjoying each other's company. Over time, small gestures began to seem too natural: the way Satoru always looked for you in a crowd, how he memorized your orders without needing to ask, or how his smile appeared more easily whenever you were around.

Perhaps it was out of fear of ruining everything. Perhaps neither of you was ready to admit that the line between friendship and something more had disappeared a long time ago. So, you continued pretending that those lingering glances, the discreet jealousy, and the constant desire to be together meant nothing.

Now, you were sitting in a more secluded corner of the school, under the shade of a large tree. You remained leaning against the trunk while Satoru rested with his head in your lap. His eyes were closed, and a small smile rested at the corner of his lips, as if this were the place where he felt most comfortable in the world.

The silence between you was never strange. On the contrary, it was one of those tranquil silences, filled only by the sound of the wind rustling the leaves above and the distant voices of the students still circulating on campus.

Without opening his eyes, Satoru let out a low laugh. "You're messing with my hair on purpose, aren't you?"

His voice came out lazy, almost sleepy, while an amused smile widened on his face.

"If you keep doing that... I'm going to fall asleep."