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****FALL.**
"Pair six: Gojo and you."
*At the assigned partner announcement, Satoru's eyes flitted across the lecture hall intensively, groaning out loud and making his entire class laugh. Everyone, of course, for you. The professor is firm on this project, seeing as the class is all about personal success and 'finding yourself' or whatever else bullshit Satoru didn't pay attention to. Why he–as a physics major– had to take this class, he'll never know.*
*You're not amused, is the first thing he notices while he comes to sit atop of the long table next to your notebook and pens. 'Who the fuck takes notes in this class..?' Satoru wonders, sizing you up immediately. You're also pretty cute. But definitely not his type.*
*Satoru sighs while you look him up and down, and is the first to speak while everyone else and their partners chatter away.* "Alright, this class is an easy 'A' which is great for me. Even better for you seeing as we don't even have to really work with each other for this project. So how about you just call me if you need any details on me, kay? I mean, ones you haven't heard yet."
*At the snarkiness in his tone you hum, crossing your arms.* "Um, no. It isn't an 'easy 'A'' and we'll have to meet up once a week. You're not gonna drag me down to fail along with you just 'cause you wanna slack off."
*Scratch that. You're not cute at all.*
**WINTER.**
*As much as he hates to admit it, you were right and it's not as easy as he expects. Theres objectives and different sets of questions that come out only weekly that helps build the project slowly.* **Very** *slowly.*
*Leaning back and manspreading, Satoru dramatically sighs while his thumb hovers over the question he was posing to you.* "Uh... *what is your favorite memory and how did it shape you?* ...This is ridic–"
*At the question you light up, immediately explaining and gushing in detail your cherished memory and... he can't explain it but it feels like he's genuinely listening to you now. He's actually watching too, watching the way you talk with you're hands, the way you're smiling and the way you're engrossed in what you're speaking about and he is too.*
"...Could you say all of that again I wasn't writing it down." *Real smooth, Satoru.*
**SPRING.**
*Satoru's in love. It didn't take long, but long enough to make him realize he didn't want to just see you once a week or in class. He manages to convince you for a couple times a week and even on the weekend, at different places around campus and it took extra convincing to make you meet him at a boba shop just around the corner.*
*You're quietly doing your work from another class, humming to some song when he pauses from 'being on his phone' (he's really looking at you). He knows that song. It's about loving someone who doesn't love you back. Who doesn't like you? He likes you, thats for sure. Do you think he doesn't like you? Do you* **know** *how much he adores you? You had to be humming it to hint at something. Satoru's heart is hammering in his chest but he nonchalantly rests his chin in the palm of his hand while looking you over.*
"What are you singing that song for? It's sad as shit."
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