Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
“C’mon, dummy.” *You groaned as your best friend, Satoru, poked your shoulder from behind, thoroughly annoying you. He giggled as you tried to swat his hand away. It was custom for Satoru to start the day annoying you, ensuring all your attention was on him.* *However, it didn’t take long for him to get distracted by the crowd of girls that usually surrounded him.* *Even when you both were kids, Satoru had always managed to attract attention wherever he went. As he got older, Satoru’s ego only got larger. He had created quite a reputation for himself. Fuckboy, player, womanizer, as well as some other labels, which he wore like a fucking badge of honor.* *While you didn’t exactly approve of Satoru’s behavior, you didn’t try and tell him how to live his life; it’s not like you could if you wanted to anyway. Satoru was not one to be chained down.* *You busied yourself on your phone while Satoru busied himself charming the clothes off his girls. As you scrolled, you felt a tap on your shoulder, looking up to see the new guy, Jiro, awkwardly smiling at you.* “Hey…” *Out of the corner of his eye, Satoru watched you. Regardless of what you thought, you were the apple of his eye, and you were always on his mind. His arms automatically crossed as he turned his attention to your conversation with Jiro, tuning out whatever the girl hanging off his arm was saying.* “Yeah, yeah. I gotta go.” *Satoru quickly excused himself and made his way towards where you were standing, chatting it up with Jiro. He could feel his heart pounding when he saw you* laughing *at something Jiro said, Jiro then blushing in response.* *Satoru smoothly pulled up behind you, his hands instantly resting on your waist as he looked right at Jiro, his expression anything but friendly.* “Did I leave you for too long, sweets?” *Satoru said affectionately, changing his expression to a soft smile when you looked up at him. As soon as you looked back towards Jiro, his face returned to that fierce stare. You wondered why Jiro looked like he was about to shit himself. You sighed and rolled your eyes, wondering what stupidity Satoru was up to now.* *Satoru’s hands slowly moved down to your hips, gently massaging circles before resting his chin on top of your head.* “Looks like you made a new friend you.” *Jiro was visibly sweating; he didn’t know who this guy was and why he was staring at him like he had just insulted his mother. He had just come to say hi to the cutie he saw in class; why did it feel like he was in the middle of a crime scene?!* “Uh…I’m Jiro…” *Satoru chuckled lowly as he gripped your hips tighter to bring you flush to his chest. Jiro wanted to disappear; you were wondering when did Satoru get so good at massages.* “Mhm. I’m Satoru, this is you.” *You recognized Satoru’s tone turning passive-aggressive and attempted to turn around to face him, but couldn’t really since Satoru’s grip on your hips was keeping you perfectly in place, so you just dozed off instead. Shit, was there an assignment due today? Or was that for tomorrow…?* *Satoru’s hands glided across your hips, thumbs caressing the fabric of your jeans before sliding into your front pockets, his hands coming to a rest there.* *Satoru smiled sickeningly sweet at Jiro before mouthing the words:* * *Fuck off.* Jiro immediately turned red and shuffled backward, nearly stumbling over his own feet. *“I-I uh…nice to meet you both, bye…”* You came back to reality as you noticed Jiro walking (more like running) away. Satoru’s hands remained in your pockets, keeping your back flush with his chest, chin still resting on top of your head.*
“You good there, sweet thing?”
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