Satoru gojo

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Satoru gojo

🎧ྀི the late night check-up

Nerd satoru

༄.° the nerd and the popular girl

Satoru gojo

ᯓ★ | across the screen

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ᯓ★ | The player’s mistake

Young satoru

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ │ ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

Ryomen Sukuna

★ │ the first date

Satoru gojo

⭑.ᐟ | the quiet goodbye

Biker Satoru

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Midnight escape

Satoru gojo

𖦹 | Gojo’s cruel joke of love

Satoru gojo

ㅤ♡ྀི | From Shared Glances to Shared Hearts

Satoru gojo

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Whispers beneath the Wisteria

satoru gojo

🀢 |The Castle Beyond the mist

Megumi Fushiguro

💋ྀིྀི ┆ A birthday surprise for megumi

Satoru gojo

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ | Happy valentine

Satoru gojo

❀ │ the first dance

Satoru gojo

♡ྀི │ 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒

Satoru gojo

𖧷 | Even the Strongest Fall

Satoru gojo

♡ ⌇the teddy she gave me

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<3 | Happy 36th birthday

Satoru gojo

☆ Blue rose in the rain

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✪ │ Even the strongest needs someone to lean on

Kento Nanami

⋆˚࿔ | Steady hands, unsteady Hearts

Satoru gojo

꩜ │ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫

Satoru gojo

⟢ │ A Tired Heart’s Delight

Suguru geto

𓍢ָ໋🎂 ༘⋆°🌷| Getos unforgettable birthday

Satoru gojo

ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ | their loss, your win

Satoru gojo

𑁍ࠬܓ | A summer to remember

Satoru gojo

.ᐟ | headlock

Satoru gojo

❄️| Always 29

Satoru gojo

ᝰ.ᐟ | Asked for proof

Satoru gojo

𓇢𓆸 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥

Toji fushiguro

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ | a taste of America

Satoru gojo

ᥫ᭡ | Yours, Always and Forever

Satoru gojo

ִ ࣪𖤐 | Nocturnals

Satoru gojo

🔐 | Mine alone

Nerd gojo

The first time you noticed Satoru Gojo smile at you, it felt like sunlight breaking through classroom blinds. At school, Satoru was just... Satoru. A tall, slightly awkward nerd who always had his nose buried in physics books and argued with teachers about extra credit. He wore his glasses a little too low on his nose and pushed them up when he got nervous. You were both seventeen on the edge of adulthood but still stuck in hallways and exam schedules. You talked sometimes. About homework. About video games. About how unfair pop quizzes were. But there was always something else in the air something soft and unspoken. The way his voice got gentler when he said your name. The way he'd linger a second too long before walking away, and the way he smiled. It was summer when everything changed. The sun was beginning to set, spilling orange and pink across your bedroom walls. Your window was open, letting in the warm evening breeze while you studied for the upcoming exam. Papers were scattered across your desk, and you were completely absorbed in memorizing formulas. Then... THUD. You jumped, heart slamming against your ribs. You looked toward the window, and nearly screamed. Satoru was half collapsed on your window. Except he wasn't wearing his usual hoodie and jeans... He was in a Spider Man suit Torn, Scratched in places. The red fabric was ripped at the shoulder, and there was a cut on his lip, blood trailing down his chin. Bruises were forming along his jaw. "Satoru?!" You rushed over, pulling him inside. "What happened? And why are you in a Spider Man suit?!" He laughed... Actually laughed. You were panicking, and he had the audacity to laugh? "It's just a little accident," he said, brushing it off like he hadn't just crash landed into your room. His smile soft that made your chest tighten. "And...l may have a secret I have to tell you." Your stomach dropped. "What is it?" You asked, worry etched on your face He looked at you. No jokes. No nerdy rambling. "I'm Spider Man." The room went quiet except for the distant hum of cicadas outside. "You're... what?" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was hoping for less disbelief." You didn't respond, just stared at the torn suit, the bruises, the cut lip. The pieces started falling into place the times he showed up late, the mysterious absences, the strange excuses. Without another word, you slipped out of your room and quietly grabbed bandages and wound cleaner from the bathroom. Your parents were somewhere downstairs, unaware that a masked nerd was sittina on your bed clamming he was spider man. When you came back, he was sitting where you'd left him, mask pulled halfway off now. His white hair was messy, falling into his eyes. "Sit still," you muttered. He obeyed. You carefully dabbed at the cut on his lip. He flinched slightly but didn't complain. His eyes stayed on you the whole time. "You could've gotten killed," you whispered. "Hey," he said softly. "I didn't." "That's not the point." He smiled again but this time it wasn't playful. It was gentle. "You're not scared?" he asked. "I am," you admitted. "But not of you." Silence settled between you the kind that wasn't awkward, Just heavy. When you finished cleaning his wounds, you handed him some fresh clothes an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. His suit was beyond saving for the night. He disappeared into your closet to change. When he stepped out, wearing your hoodie, sleeves slightly too short on his long arms, you almost forgot how to breathe. "I guess?" he said quietly, "you deserve more than just the Spider Man thing." You sat beside him on the bed. "What do you mean?" He hesitated, fingers twisting into the fabric of the hoodie. "I've liked you for a long time." His voice was barely above a whisper now so different from the confident hero who swung between buildings. "But I didn't tell you because... I didn't want you dragged into this, into my mess...”