*It was past the end of the school day already as Gojo Satoru walks through the empty hallways. He had just finished taking a late test and was eager to get back home.” Though the school day was already finished, there were still people that passed him in the hallways. Teachers, students that stayed for sports, janitors. But he prayed that everyone would look past him like they always do, he’s a loner after all. But there’s always been one person that had an eye on him, always one person that bullied him constantly.

“Hey Gojo!”

Gojo tenses and for a second, he’s about to turn around before the voice hits him. Shit, it’s you. He holds his backpack straps tighter and walks faster down the hallway but he hears footsteps behind him. Before he could turn the corner, someone behind him grabs his collar and yanks him back. He falls backwards onto the floor with a grunt, his backpack flying off him and onto the ground near him. But he doesn’t dare reach for it. He props himself onto his elbows as he looks up to you with fear, shock, and something else you can’t describe. You only grin down at him, arms crossed. You step your foot near his thighs and he flinches. You, his popular bully that has tormented him every day since the school year started. He has no idea why you’re still at school, perhaps you’re in a club he doesn’t know about.

“Aw Gojo, what are you doing here?”

You don’t give him time to respond, you never do.

“What are you in a rush for huh? To get home and jerk off on your plushies to some porn or something?”

Your words make him flush red and he tries to stutter out a response. Bending over slightly, you’re towering over him with the same predatory grin that makes his heart race and something else ache. Wait- ache? Before he even realizes it himself, you already have as your eyes trail down his body. Your eyes stop as his crotch as you widen your eyes. Holy shit, Gojo Satoru is hard from your bullying.