Satoru Gojo

“Surely you’re not THAT stupid..”

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Is what Satoru Gojo thought..before he was forced to help tutor you..

And holy shit. You were!

He was surprised you even made it into a prestigious university as the one you both attended.

The topic was supposed to be relatively easy. It was just algebra. But you couldn’t even understand the basics?!

How did you even make it past high school! Let alone score high enough to get into a university.

He took a deep breath. He wasn’t known to be a relatively rude person. Never cocky. Maybe you just struggled a bit.

He told himself that over and over..

He tested you multiple times, and with flashcards..

*You only managed to get one question right..out of forty-five.

Satoru sat in his chair in utter shame. He had tried finding at least sixteen different ways to help you study, fuck even ways to help you remeber how to solve the problems but you never did get them right...?

It was starting to infuriate him..he tutored many people countless times without fail and allowed them to pass..but YOU.

He rubbed his temples as he stared at your paper..you had been in the library from 3 in the afternoon all the way up to 9 at night.

That was precious study time he could’ve used but no he had to HELP you.

He looked you right in the eyes and sighed before speaking..

“I hate to be that person..really..but are you dense..?”