#nerd!jo x reader

[lyncakez]

you love riding your boyfriend! subby!nerdjo x reader

if theres one thing you love about satoru gojo, it’s about how loud he gets during sex. how he says your name, how loud he breathes, how he loves to make you feel good, and how he loves filling you up with his seed. well, you love everything about your boyfriend. he’s literally perfection incarnate. he’s smart, too. and also a freak in the sheets.

today, you decided that you should try something new with him. and that involved riding him ‘till he was overstimulated, or already crying. you didn’t plan on telling him this, just surprising him by the time the both of you got in bed.

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you’re on top of satoru right now, he’s panting so much and moaning your name like the loser he is. you dont stop bouncing on his dick and rolling your hips— you want to see him fall apart.

“n-no! fuuuck— baby, i-its too much!” he moans out, his glasses sliding down his nose with each bounce you do on his dick. sounds of wet slapping, gasps, and moans, fill the room as the two of you were lost in the pleasure. creamy rinhs already forming around the base of his cock.

“ooohhh my gosh! nnghh— toru, y-you’ll be a good boy for me, haaah— r-right?” you say between ragged breaths, your tight walls squeezing satoru in a way that makes him lose his mind. that smart mouth of his is now just making some incoherent noise.

oh satoru is close already. you can tell by the way how much he’s squirming as you keep riding him. “haaah— o-oh! darling!— i-if you keep moving like that.. i’m gonna—“ you cut satoru as you bought your hand to his mouth and stopped rolling your hips. you make him choke on his own words when you stopped your dirty actions. you look at satoru for a while, appreciating his beauty even when he looks so worn out. his messy white hair clings to his sweaty forehead, his cheeks turning into a shade of pink by how flushed he is. and oh, you cant forget those beautiful blue eyes of his behind those fogged lenses

“how ‘bout you be a good boy for me, toru?” you say in a teasing tone.

“what? i thought i already was..” he replied, still breathing heavily since you just denied his orgasm.

“i’ll make you cum over and over again if you keep making those pretty sounds, toru. i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” and he obeys you quickly. once you start moving again, his hands automatically land on your hips. letting out pretty moans and whimpering like a fucking loser.

“ohhhh fuck,” you moan, rolling your hips even faster as your wet pussy clenches tight around him. “mmmh— toru, you like that, right?” your own orgasm id close, slick dripping down your thighs.

he keeps moving beneath you, fists gripping the sheets and chest rising too fast. “baby, i-it’s too much! oh my gosh— i-i’m gonna cum! keep moving like that and i’ll—i’ll cum right away. p-please.. don’t stop!” his voice cracks halfway through a desperate whimper.

you lean forward, tits brushing his chest as you pull him into a deep kiss and say, “wanna suck these? we both know that you always stare at my tits whenever i’m looking or when i’m not looking. but it’s good to appreciate your girlfriend’s tits, right?”

his glasses tilt crooked this time. “y-you keep on stopping.. y-you’re not letting me cum!” he whines out, but you just laugh breathlessly, lifting your hips and slamming back down, the slap echos throughout his messy room.

you keep moving and moving now, tits bouncing in front of his face.

“nnghh— f-fuck,” he cries out, voice high and needy as his cock twitches deep inside your soaking cunt. “i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum!” satoru’s head tips back against the pillow, loud whimpers spill out of his mouth. his whole body shudders, hips jerking involuntarily as he fills you up deeply with his cum. “ahh—sh-shit! just like that, baby. d-dont stop riding me! take all my cum!”

his orgasm lasts for a while, and he savors every moment of it. you actually stop moving for a while as the two of you compose. satoru’s breathing loudly from the aftermath and you also are.

his glasses are crooked, hair wild, but still looks so handsome. “babyyy.. could you ride me again?”

“only if you’ll be a good boy for the whole night, toru.” you replied, as if he always wasn’t your good boy.

thank you @txnkos for seeing me procrastinate this..!! not proofread guys sorry..

[strawberrychansora]

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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[torusdigicam]

𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝘽𝙊𝙔 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙀!

synopsis: you started dating Satoru only about a month ago, but you’ve never seen him without his glasses before and he gets a little insecure...

tags:nerd!jo,popular!reader,fem!reader, insecurities mentioned, frat!jo mentioned, fluff, overall cuteness

a/n: oki so first post kinda of nervy, period cramps are kicking my ass help me anyways enjoy

“Babe?” Satoru’s head, stuck in between your thighs looks up at you. Shiny blues look up at you, straight up adorable. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’ve never seen you without those glasses…” You mumbled, trailing the sentence off. His ears started to glow a dusty shade of pink against his pale skin. You take a noticing to it, sweetly laughing as you mess with his silver strands. “Oh-uh I guess you’ve haven’t..?” He said, taking deep swallows in between. He pushed his broken frame back on to the bridge of his nose.

You and Satoru have only been dating for a month or so, everything has been taken very slowly.(this being Satoru’s first real girlfriend) “Can I see?” You finally ask. Satoru’s eyes widen and then shifted to the other side of your dorm. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to scare you off or anything-” You start to laugh a little, his eyes slowly lowering down to his knees.

Him still being in between your thighs, you lift his head up and placing a soft, gentle kiss on his forehead. “Satoru, babe I wouldn’t be with you if you didn’t have such a cute face. So yeah, it’s fine. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Now, no it’s not like that. Uh..sure.” You chuckle at his sweet and shy charm. You carefully remove the frames from his nose, white lashes crushing together, brows furrowed and lips pierced. You set his glasses down by side you and gently touch his cheek. He slowly blinks up at you. The tension in his eyes.

“Oh my gosh…”

“What..?”

“You’re so freaking adorable! You’re like super mega pretty in disguise!”

You giggle as you squished his cheeks that burn a bright pink. Satoru started to smile, hands grazing yours. “Why’d you think you’re ugly? I wouldn’t date you if I never found you a bit attractive?” Satoru dug his face in your thighs even further. He hunched his shoulders, “I don’t know, I don’t really look like the type of guy you’d date,” He mumbled. You sighed as you laid on the bed behind you. Your hand patted the cushion behind you. Satoru made his way there with you.

“And why would you think that?” You say turning to him. He hunched his shoulders again. “You’re like..all pretty and sociable and all that crap. I stay inside, don’t go to parties. A literal nobody. I’m not like my brother.” He huffed out. “You’re not a nobody to me, I love that about you. I can just relax around you, be myself more than I do with others. You’re my pretty boy. Nobody else’s.”

Satoru’s lips started to curve back into a smile. He placed a hand on your waist and kissed your cheek.

“I love you babe-”

A sharp crunch came from your side as you roll off the bed. You closed your eyes and winced. “Was that my-” You nodded in shame. You got up, the left hinged laid flat on the bed and the frames cracked.

“Hey? At least I get to see that pretty face more often without those frames in the way..” You purred.

You never failed to make Satoru blush!

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[mayhemi]

SATORU GOJO is the best tutor ! ꨄ︎

content.ᐟ 18+, nerd!jo, f!reader, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, pathetic!gojo, he cums in his pants, praise kink, art: @/leimiruu on x, w.c 550

saturo gojo is the best tutor a girl could ever ask for.

he helps get your grades up, teaching you those pesky topics your professor seems to skim right over, he's your personal cheerleader, and he eats you out after every session as a reward!

"oh– oh fuuuuck" your hands eagerly tug at his messy white hair, earning a choked, muffled moan right into your pussy. he's lapping at your cunt with so much vigor it could make you laugh if he didn't have you in such a vulnerable position. he has to be the best at everything he does, head being one of those things too, apparently.

"right there, toru–" you cry out, back arching off of the twin-sized dorm bed and thighs squeezing around his head tightly.

the sight of him has you growing impossibly close to your peak, his glasses completely fogged up and almost falling off, his mouth and tongue working tirelessly on your sensitive clit, and slick running down his chin obscenely. he's totally at your mercy, and he's exactly where he wants to be.

"s'pretty", "i love being with you", "taste soooo good" oh, that's another thing, he won't shut the fuck up. he blabbers on and on about how pretty you are, how good you taste, how smart you're becoming, anything that pops into his big brain whilst he's practically making out with your heat. even if the words are mostly incoherent.

"ohmygod– toru m'close" he literally whines at your words, and you feel the bed shaking from how hard he's humping the mattress under him. "please cum–" he lifts his head and replaces his tongue with a thumb on your clit, rubbing aimlessly while he talks to you. he's nearly whimpering every word, so needy. "cum f'me, s'only fair!" he's begging you, begging for a scrap of the attraction he feels for you.

his thumb pressing down hard on the sensitive nub and rubbing tight, messy circles is the thing that gets you, your orgasm crashing hard over you, leading you to yank on the strands of his hair a little too hard. again, he's exactly where he wants to be.

"oh– fuck!" he winces at the sting and moans, cumming right along with you, splurting cum into his boxers and letting his sweaty forehead fall against your mound as you both ride out your highs.

he eventually starts to give your clit little kitten licks until you're shooing him off of you, panting. "fuck..." you mutter, sitting up and smoothing your hair down in an effort to not look like you just got tongue-fucked by the campus nerd.

"you did really good!" he's back to talking about the assignment he went over, his voice cracking slightly, totally forgoing the fact that he just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm. "i think you'll definitely get an A!" he gives you a dazed, genuine grin, pushing his glasses up. your eyes flicker down to the obvious, dark wet stain on the front of his sweats, then back up to his flushed face.

"same time next week?" he asks, handing you your books, absolutely no shame in the fact that he just came in his pants like a virgin.

you manage a small smile, "sure, satoru." he's so kind, always makes sure you have the best grades in your class! all you need is a little motivation.

© mayhemi | all rights reserved.

[fayelero]

teaching nerd!gojo how to give you a cunni was the best idea of your life, literally.

“c’mere, baby… you got this,” you murmur, voice already husky as you lean back against satoru’s messy dorm bed, legs spread wide for your new nerdy boyfriend. the room smells like energy drinks and that faint clean laundry scent that always clings to him, posters of old anime and quantum physics equations taped crooked on the walls. gojo satoru is on his knees between your thighs, tall lanky frame hunched forward, snowy white hair a fluffy disaster, those signature round glasses slipping down his nose. his cheeks are flushed bright pink, blue eyes wide and sparkling with pure academic hunger behind the lenses.

“okay… okay, tell me exactly what to do,” he breathes, voice cracking just a little with nerves and excitement. his long fingers rest on your inner thighs, thumbs stroking shy circles like he’s afraid to break you. “i want to get it perfect. every single step. i’m a fast learner, promise.”

you smile, reaching down to thread your fingers through his soft hair and gently guide his face closer. “start slow, satoru. kiss the inside of my thighs first… yeah, just like that—mmh—” his warm lips press soft, experimental kisses along your skin, working higher, breath fanning hot over your already slick pussy. “good boy… now use your tongue. flat and slow, drag it up my whole slit from the bottom all the way to my clit.”

he obeys instantly. that pretty pink tongue slides out and licks a long, wet stripe up your folds, slow and curious, tasting you for the first time. the groan he lets out vibrates straight through your core. “fuck… you’re so warm and sweet,” he mumbles, already addicted, licking again before you even tell him. “like… like honey but better. way better.”

“higher, baby—focus on my clit. circle it with the tip of your tongue, gentle at first,” you instruct, hips twitching when he finds your swollen nub and starts swirling slow, precise circles exactly like you said. his technique is clumsy but eager, and because he’s satoru fucking gojo, he adjusts in seconds. “yes—yes, just like that—nngh—now add a little suction, suck on it softly—”

his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, gentle at first, then firmer when your moan spikes. “like this?” he asks, voice muffled, glasses fogging up completely as he presses his face deeper. the wet, obscene schlick schlick of his tongue fills the room, mixed with his low, hungry hums.

“perfect—fuck, satoru—now use your fingers. two of them, slide them in slow… curl them upward, feel for that spongy spot—ahh shit—right there!” your back arches hard off the bed the second his long fingers push inside you and curl exactly where you told him. he’s a genius. he finds your g-spot on the first try, rubbing it in firm, steady strokes while his tongue flicks faster on your clit.

“here?” he growls, eyes flicking up to watch your face, blue irises blown wide with lust. “feels different inside… warmer, tighter—god, you’re squeezing my fingers so much.” he pumps them slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue. sloppy wet sounds echo—sluuuurp, schlick-schlick-schlick—as he eats you like he’s solving the most important problem of his life.

you try to keep teaching. “flatten your tongue and lick broad strokes—yes—now suck harder on my clit while you finger me—oh my fucking god—” but your instructions start falling apart because he’s too good, too quick. satoru’s nerdy brain has already mapped every twitch, every gasp, every clench of your pussy. he adds a third finger without being told, stretching you open, curling them ruthless and perfect while his tongue goes nasty—lapping, sucking, swirling, burying itself inside you whenever his fingers pull back.

“can’t stop tasting you,” he groans, voice wrecked and low, nothing like the shy nerd from ten minutes ago. “you’re dripping down my chin, baby—look at this messy pussy… so pretty and pink and swollen for me.” he spits on your clit, watches it drip, then sucks it all back up with a filthy sluuuurp that makes your eyes roll back.

your hands fist his hair hard, thighs shaking around his head. “satoru—satoru—slow down, y-you’re so dirty! i’m supposed to be—nghh—teaching you—!”

“lesson’s over,” he rasps, suddenly pinning your hips down with those big hands, glasses finally yanked off and tossed aside. his snowy hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, lips shiny and puffy, chin glistening with your slick. “i got it now. gonna make you cum until you and I can’t think straight. need more—need you to flood my mouth, baby, please—”

he dives back in like a man starved. no more shy licks—his tongue fucks into you deep, curling, thrusting, while his thumb grinds fast circles on your clit. the sounds are downright pornographic: wet squelching, loud slurping, his desperate moans vibrating against your cunt. you’re grinding against his face, riding his tongue, babbling incoherent praises as he sucks your clit like it’s his new favorite candy.

“that’s it—fuck—right there—don’t stop, satoru—i’m gonna cum—” your voice cracks, legs locking around his head as the first orgasm rips through you hard. you gush on his tongue, thighs trembling violently, but he doesn’t pull away. he drinks every drop, moaning loud and shameless, tongue working you through every pulse.

“please… give me another,” he growls, voice hoarse. he pushes your thighs wider, almost folding you in half, and goes right back in. three fingers pumping mercilessly, tongue flicking your oversensitive clit in rapid, nasty strokes. “you taste even better when you cum—sweet and salty and fucking addictive. i’m never stopping.”

you’re hysterical, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity, body jerking and twitching as he builds you up again impossibly fast. “satoru—too much—fuck—i can’t—!”

“you can. for me. please—just like that—let me devour your cunt.” he spits again, rubs his face all over your soaked folds, then sucks your clit hard while his fingers curl and rub that spot relentlessly.

“s-since when do you talk like this?!” you ask as your second orgasm hits like a freight train—squirting this time, soaking his chin, his tank top, the sheets beneath you. he moans like he’s the one cumming, lapping it all up greedily, never once slowing down.

“please, one more,” he demands, voice thick with lust. his free hand reaches up to pinch and roll your nipple through your shirt while his mouth stays glued to your pussy. “one more. i wanna feel you cum again. wanna hear you scream my name while i eat you—”

he adds a fourth finger, stretching you so full, tongue going flat and nasty, licking long stripes before sucking your clit into his mouth with obscene wet pops. your third orgasm crashes over you so hard your vision whites out, body convulsing, broken cries of “satoru—satoru—fuck—!” filling the dorm room as you gush all over his eager face again.

you’re a wrecked, trembling mess—pussy swollen and glistening, thighs soaked, chest heaving—but satoru just keeps licking slow and reverent now, cleaning you up with long, lazy drags of his tongue, savoring every last drop. his blue eyes are dark, drunk on you, lips curved in that devastating cocky grin even as he pants against your cunt.

“best fucking lesson of my life,” he rasps, pressing one last filthy, open-mouthed kiss to your throbbing clit that makes you twitch. “gonna need nightly tutoring sessions from now on, baby. can’t get enough of this sweet pussy… you’re so beautiful.”

he nuzzles his face back between your thighs, tongue already sliding out again, ready for round four.

“please, baby… teacher’s favorite student still has a lot more to learn.”

[loreshonour]

nerd!jo who feels flustered and falls asleep whenever you sit on his lap (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ *) ⋮ tags. fluff. established relationship. pet names (baby). shy!gojo. he's genuinely besotted. suggestive. ⋮ author's note. writing lovesick!nerd!jo is my new favourite thing to do, i think :p ⋮ word count. 0.4k ⋮ art credit. 3vangel1ne_

Dating someone who fits into the category of being a nerd has its ups and downs, you suppose. The intensity when it comes to certain stuff—a game, an eerily specific topic based on one sentence you uttered, being too logical to your liking—can be beyond overwhelming. 

You’re sure that if Gojo were to make a pro and con list about you, there, too, would be quite a lot of cons. You can go on about the entire this is how relationships work rant, but everyone would be exhausted by the first sentence.

If there's one thing you adore most about your boyfriend, it has to be how unapologetically passionate he can be. It’s easy to imagine any setting, insert your boyfriend into it, and watch him ramble about the simplest things.

It’s just, well, you have another sort of passion in mind.

Imagine Gojo in all his glory. White hair tousled, bangs falling in front of his eyes, glasses lopsided, lips covered by the slightest hint of saliva. His teeth pressing down on his bottom lip, big, sparkling eyes darting over every feature on your face.

All you did was press a fleeting kiss to his bicep, fingers caressing the bare, warm skin. 

“Baby, ‘s, eh—” the incorrigible words keep falling off his tongue as if he's lost all control of his body. Pale, lean fingers wrap around your wrist, giving a weak pull, yet you manage to end up in his lap, anyway. 

You stare down at him, thighs resting on either side of his hips, your weight swallowing him completely. You cup his cheeks in your hands, thumb rubbing back and forth on the flesh. 

“Hey,” he breathes out while tilting his head back to glance up at you, face flushing an embarrassingly dark shade of red. “You’re— ah,” his hands go for your waist, searching for the inward curve beneath your hip bone he's grown so accustomed to. Once they naturally settle there, his eyes flutter, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you sweetly reply, pressing a lingering kiss to his wet lips. “You’re handsome. Did you run out of words?”

“Mhm,” he allows his head to fall forward to the crook of your neck. His shoulders relax, fluffy hair tickling your chin as you run your fingers through it, and the room goes quiet.

You’re not entirely surprised when you can feel soft breaths escaping his pretty pink lips, which are still pushed against your collarbone. A chuckle slips out of your mouth, and you press a final kiss to his hair, not moving an inch for the next few hours to come.

It isn't the first time you've triggered a drop in his heart rate, resulting in him drifting off to sleep, and you're certain it won't be the last. 

Oh, how you love your passionate yet easily flustered boyfriend to death.

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[gibbonstar]

GEEKY NERD? NO! NERDY GEEK

summary: text messages between you and your boyfriend nerd!jo

warnings: crack, cursing, freaky talk, ss1 spelling mistakes 😭 I SWEAR I TRIPLE CHECKED

art creds:

@ 3vangel1ne_ on x [ss 2] @ bureichi on x [ss 3] @ 679sore on x [ss 7]

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[rielovesphel]

nerdjo finding someone like him ₍𝄐⩌𝄐₎

nerdjo usually spends his time studying in the library, reading all the different kinds of books. the subject he loved the most? math. he likes to solve for the math problems in the advanced level books. nerdjo who was running late because he got carried away in solving difficult math equations. he put the book back on the shelf in a hurry, forgetting the solution paper inside the book. nerdjo who came back to the library and sees his previously unfinished solution paper being filled with light blue ink and the final answer. he looks around for who could have solved it. it's not like he couldn't. math is fun because of the challenge, he just needed a bit more time for this one. trust. nerdjo who pinned the solution paper to his bulletin board in the dorm room. he needed to find the person who finished his paper. if they could solve this, it means they share the same interest. share the same level of intellect. nerdjo places another solution paper in the next problem of the book, hoping to catch the person in action. he spends more time in the library. not just to study, but to look for this anonymous person. he doesn't remember anyone else being interested in math in this school, not even the professors, so he was naturally curious. nerdjo who now usually waited until the library closed for the day. he always slept looking forward to tomorrow. maybe he would finally know who you were. he woke up early the next day. got ready, and went to class.

nerdjo who had his leg bouncing from anticipation. he liked being in class, it provides him with new information to store in his brain. this was the first few times he wanted to leave, finish class early. the moment he heard the bell ring, he jumped right out of his seat and ran to the library. nerdjo who was out of breath seeing you sitting at a table near the window, mainly because of adrenaline released when he was running, but he finally found you. the book was beside your pencil case, being put aside, and your light blue inked pen was marking his solution paper.

nerdjo who sat at the seat across from you. you look up when you finish solving. his eyes caught your face and smiled. you were good-looking and smart. you looked around the library. he realized a second later that you were questioning in your head why he sat in front of you when none of the other tables are taken. nerdjo points at the book. "i like math," he said. he waited for a reply, but when he didn't receive one, he opened his mouth again. "you are good at math." nerdjo smiled harder when you finally said something back. your words echoed in his head, "thank you. was it your paper?" he replied with a 'yes' in his head. it was the silence that brought him back and remembered he didn't answer out loud. nerdjo who got your number. incase he ever needed help with studying. funny excuse, he didn't need help, and by the looks of it, you didn't either. but progress. he got your number, that's all that mattered. nerdjo made sitting with you in the library a routine. you two didn't need to speak for him to be happy. existing and being close to each other was enough for him. you didn't mind either, having someone to study with was another way of saying you had made a friend after being lonely for a whole semester. nerdjo who asked you to go to a museum with him on saturday. a date. he's going on a date. he told his roommate, geto, all about it. his giddy feeling disappeared when geto asked him if you knew this was a date. i mean, it was obviously a date kind of hang out, right? nerdjo who sent you a text at 2 am in the morning clarifying that going to the museum together later was a date. to his surprise, you replied a few seconds later with an 'i know, see you then :)' nerdjo who almost melted when he saw you at the meeting place. the museum was somewhere fun but educational. he took photos of you looking at the different artifacts, something for him to remember a good day. nerdjo who got you a matching small keychain of a samurai sword from the museum's shop. "we can now protect ourselves from people who choose not to understand." he put his keychain on his i.d. strap. "nothing scarier than a person who knows themselves." nerdjo who walked you back to your dorm and kissed your cheek good night.

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i dont know if anyone had done this before, im not really a gojo fan to know what has been written about bro🐶 but i love guys with glasses so AHHHHHH👻 i promise i dont use ai, please no type of ai doing (doiii, i dont mean to say what i write enough is good enough for someone to put it somewhere, but please dont)

i dint mind getting criticism (please say)