The afternoon sun poured golden light across the sprawling courtyard where Gojo and his usual gang hung out. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers—and trouble. It came in the form of a girl whose presence seemed to crackle with static energy.
Raika Tennouji strode onto the scene like a storm waiting to break. Her long silver hair was tied into twin tails that flicked like lightning bolts with every step. Electric blue eyes flashed with icy pride, and the faint hum of thunder clung to her aura. She was the Thunder Fairy Clan's noble daughter, sent down from the Spirit Realms by her father's strict command to "observe" Gojo—the so-called Spirit God candidate.
But Gojo? He didn't know a thing.
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Gojo lounged against a tree, a lazy smirk curling on his lips as he watched his friends goof off nearby. Suma was teasing Hiyori again—probably about something ridiculous involving Gojo's notorious perviness. Hikami flicked her fiery red hair, clearly unimpressed but secretly amused.
Then Raika arrived. And everything shifted.
"Who's the new thunderstorm?" Gojo muttered under his breath, eyes glinting with mischief.
Raika's gaze locked onto him, her eyes sparking. "I'm Raika Tennouji. And I don't appreciate being spoken about like I'm some passing cloud."
Gojo pushed himself off the tree with a lazy stretch, grinning. "Well, if it isn't Miss Lightning herself. Cute name, by the way."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, a sharp zap shot from Raika's finger, crackling through the air and striking Gojo's arm. He yelped, rubbing the spot where the electric sting burned like a brand.
"B-baka! I'm not cute! And don't ever say that again or I'll shock you into next week!" Raika snapped, cheeks reddening, the blue electricity flickering uncontrollably around her.
Suma, lounging nearby, smirked. "Welcome to the harem chaos, new girl."
Hiyori, clutching her chest as if mentally preparing, whispered, "This is gonna be good."
Gojo, grinning despite the zap, rubbed his arm. "Worth it."
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Raika kept her distance for now, but she was curious. There was something about Gojo—something annoying but magnetic. And while she didn't want to admit it, she found herself thinking about him more than she should.
That night, after everyone had gone home, Raika crept back toward Gojo's usual hangout spot. She clutched a small piece of paper—a love letter she had written, her handwriting neat but shaky.
Dear Gojo-sama,
You're incredibly annoying but also strangely... captivating. Please forgive me if I seem cold. I just... don't want you to know it yet.
—Your Thunder Fairy Observer
She hesitated, then slipped the letter into Gojo's shoe locker without a name.
"Maybe this will make him notice me," she muttered, lightning crackling faintly from her fingertips.
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The next morning, Gojo's eyes widened when he found the letter.
"Whoa, who's this from?" he said, grinning as he waved it around for his friends to see.
Suma leaned over, whispering, "Looks like someone's got a secret admirer."
Hiyori giggled, "Or maybe Raika's got a soft spot under all that thunder."
Gojo smirked. "I guess I'm popular. But who the heck is 'Thunder Fairy Observer'?"
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Meanwhile, Raika fumed, watching from afar as Gojo teased the letter out of the others' hands.
"Why won't he notice me?" she muttered, lightning crackling dangerously around her. "I'll just have to get closer."
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That day, fate—or perhaps Gojo's terrible luck—worked against him.
As Gojo and the others gathered in a sun-dappled glade, Gojo stretched lazily, wearing a loose shirt that didn't quite cover his toned torso. Hiyori's eyes flicked down just a bit too long, and Suma was plotting some mischievous scheme.
Raika approached, storm clouds gathering in her eyes. "So this is the famous Gojo everyone's talking about."
"Famous? Nah, I'm just the guy with the best luck and worst perviness," Gojo joked, winking at the girls. "What's up, Raika? You here to zap me again?"
Without warning, a sharp jolt of electricity shot from Raika's fingertips, grazing Gojo's ribs. He yelped again, doubling over. "Okay, okay! You win!"
The others laughed, but Gojo's cheeks were flushed from the shock—and from the way Raika's eyes sparkled when she was flustered.
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Later, as the sun dipped low, the group sat near a bubbling spring. Gojo, true to form, was teasing the girls mercilessly.
"Hey Suma, bet you can't resist the beach this weekend," he grinned.
"Shut up, you perv," she snapped, crossing her arms.
Hiyori, smirking, leaned closer. "Maybe Gojo needs a new swimsuit—something... electrifying?"
Raika's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't stop her heart from pounding. She was trying to stay cold, aloof, and tsundere. Yet every time Gojo laughed, she felt a strange warmth that wasn't thunder at all.
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Suddenly, Gojo stretched his arms overhead, and his loose shirt lifted just enough to reveal the sharp line of his abs. Hiyori's eyes flicked down, and so did Raika's—against her will.
"Geez, Gojo," Suma groaned, "Can you keep your shirt on? Some of us are trying to stay focused here."
Gojo just smirked, teasingly flexing. "Can't help it when the heat's on."
Raika felt an electric pulse course through her veins, but it was less about her powers and more about Gojo's careless charm.
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The evening turned mischievous as Gojo dragged the group back to their usual hangout—a cozy clearing with soft grass and warm fireflies buzzing lazily.
As the night wore on, the girls began to shed layers to cool down, laughter mixing with the hum of summer insects.
Raika found herself sitting close to Gojo, pretending not to notice the way his warm breath brushed her cheek. When Gojo laughed and playfully brushed a stray hair from her face, her cheeks flamed bright red.
Suma elbowed her sharply. "Don't look so obvious, thunder girl."
"B-baka!" Raika snapped, but the electricity around her flickered as if betraying her nerves.
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Later, as the group dared each other to silly challenges, Gojo's mischievous grin turned especially wicked.
"Alright, who dares to race me to the top of that tree?" he challenged.
Hiyori was the first to jump up, but Raika hesitated. Then, surprising everyone, she leapt after them, her feet barely touching the ground as sparks flew.
Halfway up, Gojo accidentally brushed against her side while trying to catch his footing. The contact sent a shock through Raika's body—and Gojo's grin twisted into a knowing smirk.
"Careful, Raika. Don't want to short-circuit, do we?"
She glared, cheeks flushed from both the shock and the teasing.
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At the top of the tree, the view was breathtaking—the whole world spread out like a painting beneath them.
Gojo stretched out lazily, one arm draped around Raika's shoulders. The proximity was electric—literally and figuratively.
"Not bad for a thunder princess," Gojo said softly.
Raika's heart pounded. "D-Don't get the wrong idea."
"Sure, sure," Gojo chuckled. "But I'm glad you're here."
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As night fell, the group made their way back to camp. Gojo found himself walking beside Raika, the tension between them crackling like static.
"Hey," Gojo said suddenly, "What's with the letter? You forgot to sign it."
Raika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't deny it. "I wanted to see if you'd notice... without knowing it was me."
Gojo smiled. "I did. And I think I'm starting to understand why."
She blinked, startled. "W-What do you mean?"
"Let's just say... the thunder's not the only thing sparking between us."
Raika's cheeks burned, lightning fizzing dangerously as she tried to hide her smile.
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Back at camp, Suma, Hiyori, and Hikami exchanged knowing glances.
Suma grinned. "This is going to be fun."
Hiyori giggled. "I'm grabbing popcorn for the next episode."
Hikami smirked, her fiery eyes gleaming. "Let the storm roll in."
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As Raika settled into the new world, the dance of teasing, zapping, and secret feelings had only just begun.
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To be continued