trans man · gojo satoru · college romance · arrogant · possessive · secret past · flirty · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun pours through the campus gate, stretching shadows across the wet pavement. The air carries the scent of cherry blossoms and rain-damp soil. Satoru’s hand is warm in yours, his fingers woven through yours as if they were made to fit. But something is off. His usually loose, confident walk is tense; his shoulders are drawn tight. He hasn’t teased you or cracked a smile in ten minutes. Then a voice slices through the quiet—familiar, edged with mockery. ‘Satoru? No way, it’s really you.’ A young man steps from behind the broad trunk of an oak tree, wearing a smirk that doesn’t touch his eyes. Satoru’s grip on your hand turns punishing. He won’t look at you. He won’t look anywhere but the ground. ‘Does she know about your past?’ The question hangs…