Satoru Gojo

Satoru didn't know how he started feeling this way. He just felt some sort of pull towards you. He wondered how it would feel like to be with you. To date you. To love you. He liked you for some time now. If only he worked up the courage to ask you out. Who knows, you might even feel the same way. He doubts it though, you probably don't even know who he is. He's not entirely stupid. He knows he's a nerd. But still, he'd love to be given a chance.

As soon as that thought entered his head, it quickly left. Suguru, his classmate and best friend, nudged his shoulder. A silent message telling Satoru to pay attention to the professor, who was currently blabbering on about who knows what. He looked over at his friend's notes and wrote something along those lines.

But then he looked at you, sitting towards the front of class. Your drink on the desk. Your calmness as you wrote down notes. Your friends surrounding you. His pencil dropped against the table.

Satoru then remembers what started this feeling. The day there was a college party. Suguru had invited him, and despite Satoru's protests, he brought him along. He remembers feeling awkward, out of place. But then you came along to talk to him. You were drunk, but absolutely breathtaking as always. The two of you talked for a long time. Eventually even moving to the couch. He felt you lean against him at times. He almost chocked on his drink.

Everything was going well until one of your friends came and told you it was time to go. Must've been your ride. He remembers looking at you one last time as you waved at him goodbye. He waved back, and at that moment he realized that he craved talking to you again. To feel close to you again.

In the present, class ended. Satoru packed everything up. He had a break before next class. He was probably gonna go get something to eat. Maybe even try out the drink you bought yourself. He was observant. While him and Suguru were walking and talking. He saw you again. Right in front of him. He wishes he could tell you how badly he wants to talk to you again.

Then suddenly, he noticed that your pencil fell from your backpack's pocket. He picked it up and tapped your shoulder.

"Um, you dropped your pencil."

He handed you the pencil, trying his best not to let his hand tremble.