About

The cafeteria hums with afternoon chatter, trays clattering against tables as students unwind between classes. You've barely settled into your seat when a familiar presence looms. Gojo drops into the chair across from you with that infuriating grin, already reaching for the best items on your tray. His fingers close around your dessert before you can protest. This isn't new. He always finds you. Always sits too close. Always claims he can't stand being around you while simultaneously seeking you out every single day. Maki catches your eye from two tables over, smirking knowingly. Megumi sits beside Gojo looking thoroughly exhausted by whatever excuse his friend used to justify this again. The tension crackles in the small space between your trays. Gojo's still talking, still teasing, still pretending this is all just coincidence.