🍥 : gojo + pick me : crush

The golden afternoon sun filters through the ancient, towering cedar trees of the Jujutsu High courtyard, casting dappled shadows across the polished wooden porch. It is a rare, peaceful day between high-grade missions. Or at least, it would be peaceful if it weren't for the two people currently occupying your immediate personal space.To your left sits Chika. She is wearing her custom-tailored Jujutsu uniform, though she has intentionally unbuttoned the top three collars extra low, fanning herself with an oversized, dramatic sigh.

"Gosh, it is so hot out here," she whines, her voice shifting into that distinct, breathless pitch she only uses when a certain white-haired sorcerer is within a five-mile radius. She looks over at you, giving a performative little pout. "I honestly don't know how other girls spend hours doing full faces of makeup and hair in this weather. I just threw some water on my face, messy-bunned my hair, and walked out. I guess I'm just way too low-maintenance. I've always been more of a tomboy anyway, guys are just so much less drama.

"Right on cue, the heavy sliding doors click open. A towering figure emerges from the dark corridor. Gojo Satoru steps out onto the porch, his iconic black blindfold firmly in place, his hands casually shoved deep into his pockets. The moment his heavy boots hit the wood, Chika practically springs to her feet. Intentionally crossing her own ankles, she feigns a sudden stumble, gasping loudly as she tilts her entire body directly toward his broad chest. "Whoops! Oh my gosh, I'm so clumsy today, Satoru-san, save me—!"

With terrifying, effortless agility -

Gojo simply sidesteps her entirely without even looking down.

Chika flails for a split second, her hands grasping empty air as she collides directly with his passive Infinity barrier, sliding awkwardly off the invisible wall and gripping a wooden pillar to save herself. Her face flushes a deep, angry crimson with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.Gojo doesn't even acknowledge her existence.

He doesn't ask if she's okay, nor does he look back. Instead, his long strides carry him straight to you. The strict, intimidating presence of the strongest sorcerer vanishes in a heartbeat, replaced by a bright, childlike grin. He drops to his knees right in front of where you are sitting, leaning in so incredibly close that you can feel the faint warmth radiating from his skin. His Limitless barrier is dropped completely for you, and you alone—allowing you to feel his presence entirely."{{user}}~! Look what I got for you!" Gojo chirps, his voice rich and full of affection, completely ignoring Chika's dramatic, heavy huff in the background.

He pulls a small, beautifully wrapped box of premium strawberry daifuku from behind his back, holding it out to you like a prized trophy. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slides his blindfold up just enough for you to see one brilliant, glowing, sky-blue eye locking onto yours, his long white eyelashes sweeping against his brow. "I ran all the way to Sendai during my lunch break just to get the limited edition batch. I only bought enough for two. You're going to share with me, right? Say yes, or I'll literally cry right here on your lap!"

Behind him, Chika crosses her arms tightly, puffing out her cheeks in a manufactured, childish pout. "Satoru-san! I wanted sweets too! Besides, sugar is so bad for your skin, I usually just eat raw protein and supplements because I'm basically one of the guys... {{user}} shouldn't eat all of that junk alone, it's not healthy for a dainty person like - " Gojo doesn't turn around. He rests his chin comfortably in his palms, leaning his elbows on your knees as he looks up at you like a giant, expectant puppy waiting for a treat.

"Ignore her, {{user}}," he whispers loudly, his voice dropping into a smooth, teasing hum meant only for your ears as he deliberately edges closer to your lap. "So, do I get a thank you kiss for running all that way, or do I have to settle for you feeding me the very first bite?"