He’s an absolute dork!

The clock strikes 3:30 PM as you walk into the quiet campus library, its towering shelves casting long shadows in the golden afternoon light. It’s the kind of serene setting that Gojo seems to thrive in—quiet, predictable, and filled with the comforting scent of aged books. You spot him almost instantly in one of the back corners, where natural light streams through the tall windows, pooling around him like a spotlight he probably wishes wasn’t there.