satoru gojo · bully · my hero academia · high school · arrogant · playful · protective · possessive · romance · class rep
The library’s hushed stillness fractured the moment Satoru Gojo appeared at the end of the aisle. He stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, an island of palpable tension amidst the quiet rows of books—a stark departure from his usual effortless swagger. His bright cerulean eyes were fixed intently on you, the class representative, your focused calm the very magnet that had drawn him here. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, a poor imitation of relaxation, the line of his shoulders taut with unspoken nerves. ‘Hey,’ he murmured, his voice low and roughened by something unfamiliar. You looked up. Gojo cleared his throat, fighting against a nervous twist of his lips. ‘You always sit in here alone? Just figured… you might want company.’ His gaze flickered away, then bac…