older boyfriend!gojo, who never planned to fall for you—you’re young, beautiful, full of hopes and dreams that aren’t coated in sorcery and blood. you’re a breath of fresh air, a bit of fun—until you fall asleep on his chest and it all comes crashing down on him that this is something that he wants.
older boyfriend!gojo who never leaves you alone after that. showing up outside after your college classes are done with a pretty gift bag with the price tag torn off and a charming smile on his face despite the many eyes on him.
“hi, gorgeous,” he says, “need a ride?”
older boyfriend!gojo who leaves little notes in your textbooks and backpack. ridiculous doodles of him with heart eyes and a message along the lines of, "if you were a fruit you'd be a fineapple” that make you melt or cringe.
older boyfriend!gojo who’s mysterious about his job. he texts you complaints about the workload with selfies of him with a massive pout and crudely drawn tears rolling down his cheeks and gifs of cute animals with captions of i miss you.
“i’m a teacher,” he says. “i work with troubled youth.”
he looks as if he’s about to burst into laughter, but he says it in a way that leaves no room for more questions, even though it’s strange a teacher like that goes on work trips so often. he likes the way your eyes beam up at him as if it’s something to be respected and admired. it fuels his ego.
older boyfriend!gojo who misuses gen z terms just because he can. he’s a millennial!
“that was cunt,” he says.
“but satoru,” your lips tug into a frown, “the kid fell off his bike…”
“cunty!”