nerd!jo who gives the best hugs. the kind that make your whole body warm the second his arms wrap around you. he always acts dramatic about it too, sighing loud into your shoulder like he has not seen you in years when really it has only been one class.
“you’re late,” gojo says while pulling you into his chest anyway. “i almost died waiting.”
“it was five minutes.”
“exactly. tragic.”
nerd!jo who is really just a nerd trapped inside an athlete’s body. everyone at the university notices him when he walks through campus because he is tall and pretty and unfairly built, but then he opens his mouth and starts talking about history theories or math problems or random facts about space for twenty minutes straight.
he sits beside you in lecture halls with his sleeves pushed up while writing notes faster than anyone else. the veins in his hands and arms show when he moves his pen across the page, fingers flexing while he scribbles messy words only he can understand. sometimes you stop paying attention to the professor completely because you are staring at his hands instead.
and of course he notices.
“you’re staring,” he whispers without even looking up from his notebook.
you quickly look away. “i was not.”
“mhm.” he smiles a little. “sure.”
nerd!jo who adjusts his glasses with two fingers when he is concentrating hard, pushing them up just enough for you to see his bright blue eyes clearly. and every single time he does it, the sleeve of his shirt pulls tighter around his arm and you can see the shape of his bicep.
it is distracting.
actually no, distracting is not even a strong enough word.
because how is someone supposed to focus when satoru gojo is sitting beside them looking like that while talking softly about literature themes like he is not ruining your entire brain.
“are you listening?” he asks.
“yes.”
“then what did i just say?”
“…something smart.”
he laughs quietly, leaning closer until his shoulder bumps yours. “you’re cute when you pretend to listen.”
nerd!jo who plays basketball sometimes at the university gym with his best friend nerd!suguru. gojo always shows up wearing those tight black shirts that cling to his chest and stomach after practice.
and it is awful for your health, honestly.
because one night he comes back to the dorm after practice with damp white hair and flushed cheeks, holding a energy drink in one hand while looking way too good for someone who claims he is “just a nerd.”
“hi baby,” he says tiredly.
then he drops face first onto your bed dramatically.
you laugh. “you’re sweating everywhere.”
“that sounds like a you problem.”
“satoru.”
“carry me to the shower then.”
you kick his leg softly and he grins into your pillow.
nerd!jo who has smooth skin and stupidly nice abs that you accidentally saw one night because he changed shirts in front of you without thinking. you almost choked on your own drink while he blinked at you innocently.
“what?” he asked.
“put your shirt back on.”
“why?”
“…because.”
he looked down at himself before smirking slowly. “oh, you like my abs.”
“i hate you.”
“you definitely like my abs.”
nerd!jo who loves cuddling more than anything. after long days at university he always ends up dragging you into his dorm room so he can hold you against him while studying. his room smells like laundry soap, energy drinks, paper books, and the strawberry candies he keeps hidden in his desk drawer.
you are laying against his chest while he reads over notes for an exam, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
“satoru,” you mumble sleepily.
“mhm?”
“you’re squeezing me.”
“that’s because you’re cute.”
“that makes no sense.”
“it makes perfect sense.”
he presses his chin on top of your head and keeps reading like this is completely normal. like his hand is not slowly rubbing circles against your side while his voice stays soft and sleepy above you.
outside the dorm window, tokyo is glowing with city lights. students are still walking around campus below, laughing loudly while convenience store signs shine in the dark streets.
but inside his room everything feels warm.
safe.
his fingers tap lightly against your waist before he suddenly speaks again.
“you know,” he says casually, “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m gonna think you’re in love with me.”
you tilt your head up to look at him. “maybe i am.”
for once, gojo actually goes quiet.
his blue eyes blink behind his glasses.
“…oh,” he says softly.
then he smiles. not his usual cocky smile. something smaller. sweeter.
he pulls you even closer against him until your face is pressed into his chest. “good,” he murmurs into your hair. “because i’m really, really in love with you too.”
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