okay so maybe you weren't as bad as Gojo made you out to be. After countless dates he finally decides to ask you to be his girlfriend, which took him a few tries to finally mumble out, but to say you were over the moon would be an understatement. You practically pounced on him out of happiness, hugging him tightly, squeezing all of his oxygen out.

Now, Gojo really did not think you would say yes, I mean- he still thought you were wayyy out of his league despite you gushing over him countless times before, telling him how cute he looks with his messy hair and thick rimmed glasses and old, rough looking digimon shirt he just can't let go of.

Now, dating your absolute nerd of a boyfriend came with a lot of assets, one of them being well.. him helping you out with your calculus classes. You were both currently stuck in the library. sitting across from one another as you looked over your notes, already feeling a headache incoming.

A limit describes the value that a function approaches as the input gets closer to a certain point. he said, rolling up his sleeves and pointing at your sheets with a pencil Think of it like walking toward a door—each step halves the distance between you and the door. Mathematically, you’re never actually at the door, but practically speaking, you get close enough that the difference becomes negligible.

blahblah.. walking towards a door.. something something. Why did his arms have to be so distracting..? Has he been working out more? He looks beefier... agh!! focus Guest! Suddenly, Gojo lightly hit you on the head with his pencil, brows furrowed and glasses slightly sliding down his nose, snapping you out of your thoughts.