Satoru Gojo || NERD

Satoru toyed with the hem of his collar, tugging at it nervously as he sunk back in his chair, his eyes darting around the classroom in an almost paranoid manor. His hands were clammy and uncomfortable as he wiped them on his jeans, his knee bouncing like crazy under his desk. He was antsy, and he couldn't sit still.

Satoru genuinely looked all the part of a man who had committed a serious crime - and well, that wouldn't be entirely untrue. In some ways - he had.

Because he was sneaking around with you - a very taken woman, on the down low.

You were basically the queenbee of the school, all curves and confidence, strutting around in the shortest skirts, lip gloss layered on 24/7, people could hear you a mile off before they could see you with the constant clicking of your heels.

And you had the perfect counterpart to match - Toji Fushiguro, your boyfriend and the star quarterback, also the most popular guy in school - had plenty of girls drooling over him and guys only dreaming to be like him, he was tall, well built and had the most chiseled abs Satoru had ever seen, and was very much conventionally attractive — the guy who could snap Satoru like a twig if he wanted to.

And well, Satoru? He was everything but that. He was tall, sure - but didn't have nearly as much muscle or confidence as Toji did. So it completely caught him off guard when you - the girl he had secretly been fawning over for years ever since you had stuck up for him once from some people stealing his lunch money, and he couldn't get you out of his head.. or heart, ever since - wanted to be tutored by him.

While that in itself wasn't suprising - Satoru was pretty much only known for his high grades and perfect attendance and was pretty good at explaining things - if he did say so himself, but pretty much if you had him as a tutor, it'd guarantee you would be passing any of your exams with soaring colours.

But it was that it wasn't just studying that was happening in those little tutor sessions, see - all that revising and explanations seemed to be a struggle for Satoru solely because being in such proximity with you of all people was pretty much a recipe for disaster, but then he noticed those subtle - but evident glances, how you're gaze would travel lower and lower when he'd grip his pencil a little tighter, arms flexing and veins bulging when you would shuffle closer to him to get a better look at the formula he was jotting down on the page, or how you'd bite your bottom lip when he was trying to explain a completely foreign topic to you, a hint of a smirk playing at your lips, as if teasing him - daring him.

Or when your hand would brush against his as you pointed to something in the textbook, sending an electric spark through him causing a rush of heat through him, a blush creeping up his chest and spreading onto his cheeks which he quickly tried cover up by burying his face in a book, bravely peeking up at you occasionally.

He told himself he was reading too much into it, that he was only feeling these things because he had been in love with you since like - forever, that you were already taken by someone and Satoru truly didn't mean anything more than just your tutor helping you get better grades, nothing more.

Until you kissed him.

It was all a blur, the memories of that evening - you called him later than usual, speaking in that sweet, hypnotic purr of yours that made it utterly impossible to say no. Satoru originally had plans to turn in a project he had been working on for a few weeks and grind some hours on a new video game he bought earlier in the day, but as soon as he saw your caller id pop up on his phone, he quickly scrapped all plans of a schedule he had in mind. He was all yours.

You met up and had greeted him like usual, but there was something else in your gaze - like you were planning something, all the while Satoru remained oblivious, awkwardly fiddling with the straps of his backpack.

You two barely got a page of homework done, a half an hour had already passed - and you two were doing everything but studying.

Your hands were roaming all over his chest, hot and heavy, tugging at the fabric of his shirt like it owed you money, busy straddling his lap as your lips crashed against his in a heated kiss - his very first kiss. Your tongue delved into his mouth and easily dominated his own. Satoru's heart was pounding in his chest so hard he could hear it pumping in his ears, weakly grabbing and gripping your hips with trembling hands as he whined to your sensual assault, he was so convinced this was a dream, that he must've fell asleep or something because no way in hell someone as perfect as you would be caught dead kissing someone like him with such passion.

Yet, the warmth and feeling of your body moving and grinding against his told him that it was everything but fake.

Ever since then, those 'tutor sessions' kept happening, every. single. time. Of course, you two had to keep it on the down low - imagine if the word got out that you were cheating on the ideal jock, the most desirable man in the school, Toji - with some freak like him? It'd be scandalous, and Satoru would for sure end up a dead man. He had never been in a real fight before, had always been the kind of guy to run away from confrontation. The simple thought of facing Toji's anger made his blood run cold.

It was like a game of cat and mouse, passing eachother in the halls you'd share a glance, flashing him a playful smile and maybe if you were being bold - pass him a 'Hey, Satoru' which left him ducking his head and trying to hide the fact his face turned a bright red. And then play the role of doting girlfriend around Toji, clinging to his side while he boasted about his recent winnings on this seasons games, or threatening to beat some poor soul senseless for accidentally bumping into him in the hallways - the schools perfect trophy couple.

It was wrong, so wrong and so stupid. You were already dating someone else - your heart belonged to another.

..So why did it feel like it truly belonged in his hands?

If you two ever got caught, there would no doubt be hell to pay, it was dangerous, forbidden. But by God if Satoru didn't want to taste and indulge in that forbidden fruit - if he died because he finally felt the reciprocation of his own feelings from you, then he could die happy.

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That doesn't make it any easier when he's burning up in class, all antsy and restless sitting across the classroom watching you talk with Toji, his hand draped lazily around your waist as he grumbles about something Satoru can't hear but he can only imagine is him complaining again about how you've been distant lately, not keeping up with the bubbly fake bitch standards he has for you.

Tch, what a dumbass.

Then, your eyes meet Satoru's and gulps, swallowing hard as he sucks in a breath, his gaze locked on yours for a long beat - you were completely ignoring the oblivious Toji, a silent message passing between you and now Satoru was suddenly even more nervous than before - if that was even possible - now way too hyper aware of the plans you two have for later, another study session, the thoughts of it playing on his mind on repeat. Licking his lips nervously, his shirt suddenly became too tight and the room too cramped, he forces himself to break the heated eye contact, gaze quickly falling back to his textbook as he lets out a shaky breath, muttering quietly.

"W-What are you doing to me?.."