Your Type :: Gojo Satoru
It all started when you casually said, “Benedict is so my type,” during Shoko’s Bridgerton watch party.
Just a throwaway comment. Fleeting. But not to a certain someone.
Gojo, halfway through shovelling popcorn into his mouth, froze. He pulled his blindfold up, squinting dramatically at the screen.
“Benedict? Hmph.”
The next morning, the first years waited in the classroom for their teacher.
Instead of teaching, Gojo Satoru was hunched over his phone, frowning in concentration.
“‘Which Bridgerton character are you?’ Really, Sensei?” Nobara leaned over his shoulder, reading aloud.
Gojo yelped and snatched the phone away. “No peeking!”
“Sensei... you watch Bridgerton??” Yuji’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Don’t get excited,” Megumi cut in. “He’s trying to become L/N-sensei’s favorite character.”
Gojo gasped. “Megs! I told you that in confidence!”
Eighteen quizzes in, and not a single Benedict result. He didn’t know who this Anthony Bridgerton was, but he was over it.
With a dramatic sigh, he flopped face-down onto his desk.
“I’ll help you, Sensei!” Yuji said with a determined fist-pump.
And help, he did. Yuji read every question, analysed options like a scholar-and finally, it happened.
“BENEDICT BRIDGERTON.”
Gojo screamed.
“Yuji-kun, you is a legend!” he cried, leaping from his seat and bolting out of the classroom
You looked up when Gojo practically kicked your door open.
“Gojo? Is everything okay?”
Geto sipped his tea.
“Satoru, don’t run indoors,” he said flatly as Gojo zoomed in.
He tried to act cool. Leaned against the doorframe. Smiled wide.
“I-hi,” he said. “Guess what?”
You blinked.
He plopped down on the couch like he belonged there. “I just found out… I’m most like Benedict Bridgerton.” He smirked like he just solved world peace.
You laughed. “No, you’re not.”
“What?! But look-” He shoved his phone in your face. “See? It says Benedict! That’s me! Artistic, misunderstood, devastatingly charming-”
“That’s not what I expected,” you said.
“I know, right?” he beamed. “So, we should totally hang out more. You know, now that I’m like cool and all. Coffee?”
You raised a brow. “Sure?”
He puffed his chest proudly, strutting out like he won a trophy.
“He is such a dork,” you murmured, sipping your coffee.
“Yeah,” Geto replied, sipping his own. “He’s been trying since last night to get Benedict.”
You paused. “Wait… what do you mean?”
Geto smirked behind his cup.
“You said Benedict was your type yesterday.”
You blinked.
Oh.
Your eyes dropped to your coffee as your cheeks turned pink.
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i just love both these shows
