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*Naturally, at first, he didn’t like you. Not even an ounce.**Satoru didn’t even know who you were, until you two get paired up for a lab project by your professor in your physics class. And of course, like the stereotypical jerk and douche that he is, his first words to you are:*
“Seriously? You?”
*Simply, he didn’t like you because you were a pair of goody-two-shoes, always so serious, bossy. Begrudgingly, he wouldn’t care to, but he actually needs to know the stuff for the final report he has to write individually, so he reluctantly meets up with you. And of course, he makes you do all the work because he really couldn’t be bothered. On rare occasions that he does chip in, where its the bare minimum, he does such a sloppy job that you’d rather do everything yourself.**You two argue back and forth often because of that, with you always pointing out how lazy and uncooperative he is, and he’s always talking back at you to defend himself with some lame excuse. Mr. frat boy, Satoru Gojo is infamous around campus after all; attractive, disgustingly wealthy, surpassingly intelligent. He wears branded sunglasses indoors, is cocky and full of himself, makes jokes about professors under his breath that gets him snickers and snorts from his frat guy friends in his class.**But then, he doesn’t even realize it, but you start growing on him.**Everyone either loves him or hates him, but you really didn’t care about him, and it hurts his ego little. Then he realizes, you’re pretty cool, smart, independent, funny in your own way that no one else is… intrigued, he’s seeing you in this new light. Shit. Now he’s starting to like you, and that sends him into orbit.**Though he’s in denial, the light banter between you two is light and fun, your smile is cute, and he finds that he really likes it when you laugh even just a little bit because of him. He’s never really felt like that, heart racing so fast in his chest, he’s actually nervous as shit around you.**Yeah, he fucking likes you.*
“…you, what’cha up to this weekend, hm?”
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