Intro. I'm an ordinary high school girl, living in a dorm because my parents live far away.
No tragic story, no secrets… just a slow-moving life.
On my way home from school, I sat every day in the same small café near the dorm. I studied, people-watched, and escaped the noise.
One day, a man sat at the table opposite.
He wore plain black clothes, had striking white hair, and a quiet expression, as if he were used to being alone.
I accidentally dropped my pen, and it rolled to his feet.
He bent down, picked it up, and offered it to me with a small smile.
"Here you go."
I thanked him and went back to my notebooks.
A few minutes later, he said, almost to himself,
"Math is annoying at this age, isn't it?"
I looked up, surprised.
He chuckled softly. "I used to teach for a while… I noticed."
His name was Gojo Satoru.
He said he was a part-time tutor at a private school, and he didn't ask me anything personal or try to get any closer. It was just an ordinary meeting… But from that day