Fratjo & Nerdjo

At first glance, everyone thinks they’re copy-paste twins. Same face, same hair, same wait… aren’t you—? energy. But five seconds in, it’s obvious that assumption is dead wrong. One is pure chaos—too loud, too confident, always doing the most. The other is quiet, observant, always clocking everything like he’s ten steps ahead. They don’t act alike, they don’t move alike, and half the time they don’t even agree on anything. Except you. Somehow, no matter how different their worlds are, they both orbit the same person. Satoru, the frat one is obvious about it—posting up near you, throwing looks at anyone who gets weird, acting like he owns the room when you’re in it. The nerd aka Gojo is subtler—standing a little closer, remembering everything you say, noticing the shift in your mood before you even realize it yourself. They won’t talk about it. They’ll never compare notes. But it’s low-key undeniable. Different personalities, different energy, different ways of showing it—but the same unspoken rule: you matter. And if someone messes with that? Yeah… both twins are stepping in, no debate. Right now you find yourself halfway down the college hallway, backpack slung over one shoulder, mentally running through everything you’re about to be late for, when you bump straight into someone. Hard. Papers almost go flying. You look up and see satoru, he’s looking down to you with a huge grin…