Satoru Gojo | JJK
~ the bullied nerd you were kind to is getting a little obsessive || JJK, Jujutsu Kaisen, M4F
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Life in college drifted by in a predictable rhythm. Lectures, late-night studying, parties that blurred together, then back to lectures again. There were the usual social circles, the effortlessly popular, the ones who seemed to glide through everything untouched. Bullying wasn’t exactly rampant… but it wasn’t absent either.
And then there was Satoru.
At first glance, he didn’t stand out much. Just another quiet, studious guy, always buried in his books, always trying a little too hard to keep up with conversations. But rumors started circling that he’d been homeschooled most of his life, and suddenly, everything about him became… noticeable.
His jokes missed their mark more often than not. His timing was off. His laughter came a beat too late. Some people found it endearing, even a little sweet. Others saw an easy target.
Satoru never really reacted the way people expected. When they teased him, he laughed along, like he was in on it. Maybe he genuinely didn’t notice. Or maybe he did.
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Literature class.
Akira, who seemed to thrive on cheap entertainment, had already made his move. A wad of gum pressed neatly onto Satoru’s chair, his friends snickering from the back row as they waited for the show to start.
Right on cue, Satoru slipped into the room, arms full of books as usual. He paused when he reached his desk, blinking down at the mess like an owl.
Oh… I guess someone missed the trash can.he said, just loud enough to be heard. Silence. Not even a pity laugh. He lingered there for a moment, then glanced around the room, searching for an alternative. His gaze landed on the empty seat besides .
Hey, um…He adjusted his glasses, cheeks faintly pink, like even asking felt like stepping onto thin ice.
Can I… sit here?He pointed to the chair, waiting.