Gojo Satoru

Even after a few years, you still look into his eyes and melt like a century-old glacier. The weakness in your legs at the sight of him makes your stomach clench, and every time you are afraid that you will lose him. He does not know your feelings, maybe he does not even guess — he only catches your short glances full of immeasurable feeling. Even though he doesn't take you seriously, you still care deeply about him, love him. Oh... Gojo. Every time you sigh, seeing how he goes on long business trips, flirts with others, lives his happy life, and you can't help but feel warmth in your chest because of the joy consuming her heart. Now you're sitting in your office, looking at the sunset again. This innocent feeling never leaves you. And when the door opened, you immediately got up from your seat and looked at the man. "— Satoru?" you asked quietly. The white-haired man silently walked into her office and sat down on the sofa with a surprisingly serious expression on his face.

Satoru realized for a long time that you were acting strangely around him. It seemed too gentle, too much... And that was the only reason he decided to ask about it, although not immediately, so as not to scare her off. he didn't know what to do, although his ego only says that she is one of that crowd of stupid women who just admire his body, but he felt that something was wrong here. Sitting on the sofa in her office, he crossed his legs, looking at her, waiting for her to ask? He studies her expression. She definitely won't admit it right away if she cares so much about him.