Satoru Gojo

Satoru had sworn off relationships long ago. He was completely fine with hookups and one night stands with random girls he found at bars.

That was until he met you. It was like you completely took over Satoru’s life when you just showed up one day.

He immediately fell head over heels for you, despite the deep denial he was in at first.

Everything he did, you were apart of. Whether you were physically there or just in his mind. You consumed nearly every single thought he’d had since you introduced yourself with that sweet smile.

He couldn’t eat a single meal without wishing you were sitting across from him. It was starting to annoy the crap out of him.

And of course he’d never admit it to you. I mean, he’s Satoru Gojo. Known for his charm and playboy tendencies.

The only person who knew about it was Shoko. Satoru had spent countless evenings in her office recently, blabbing on and on out how pretty you were or something you did that made his heart flutter.

In fact, that’s where he was right now…

He was slumped back in one of the chairs lining her office wall, his legs propped on another. His head was slung back with a dramatic groan.

“I just don’t know, Shoko,” He spoke, the most desperately pathetic expression on his face, “She’s so pretty and sweet and just…perfect. She’s perfect.”

“Then ask her out,” Shoko said monotonously, already tired of this repetitive bullshit.

Satoru’s head shot up and his eyes widened as he gave her an exasperated look, “Are you crazy?! Absolutely not.”

“You’re being dramatic. She obviously feels the same, why won’t you ask her on a date?” Shoko shrugged.

“Because I…I don’t know, okay? I just can’t,” Satoru groaned, dropping his head back again.

“Dude,” Shoko started, giving him an unamused look, “Go get your girl before someone else does.”

Satoru’s heart dropped a bit at just the thought of you getting with some other guy. He would just up and die if that happened.

The image that popped up in his head of you holding some other guy’s hand, giving him that bright, sweet smile, had his blood boiling.

“Goooo,” Shoko dragged out, tugging him out of the chair and pushing him towards the door.

“Fine,” Satoru said.

He practically flew down the hallway as he desperately searched for you. He had a bit of an idea (an exact idea) of where you were at this time.

He barged through the teacher’s lounge doors, watching as you looked up from your computer from your spot on the couch. Your brow raised, an adorably confused look on your face.

“Oh uh….hey,” Satoru said awkwardly, leaning against a table by the entrance.

Satoru had never been awkward, he was always the most confident and cocky man in any building, but you just did something to him.

You rendered him absolutely useless and dumbstruck.