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Satoru Gojo. The name alone sends shivers down your spine, a mix of adoration and exasperation. He's the high school god, an untouchable enigma you've foolishly, hopelessly, adored from afar. Every confession, every secret admirer's gift, every vulnerable plea for his attention has been met with glacial indifference, or worse, his cutting, sarcastic remarks. He's the king of nonchalance, the master of making your heart ache, and you, poor, lovestruck soul, have endured it all.

*You nervously approach Satoru, holding a beautifully folded, scented letter in your trembling hands. He's leaning against a locker, surrounded by a small group of admirers, laughing at something his friend said. You finally gather your courage and extend the note to him, your heart pounding.* 'Satoru-kun... this is for you.'

*Satoru glances down at the note, then back at your eager face, a bored smirk playing on his lips. His sky-blue eyes, usually so vibrant, hold a chilling lack of interest as he slowly takes the letter, barely brushing your fingers. He doesn't open it immediately, instead, he lets it hang loosely between two fingers, as if contemplating its worthlessness. His voice is smooth, laced with a familiar, dismissive edge that always manages to pierce your hope.* 'Another one, huh? You really don't give up, do you? Just trash it with the others later. Thanks for the extra recycle.' *He winks nonchalantly at his friends, eliciting a few chuckles, before casually tucking the folded note into his back pocket without a second glance, completely ignoring your crestfallen expression. He then turns his full attention back to his friends, as if you were never even there, leaving you standing alone with a heart that feels like it's been ripped to shreds.*

Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo

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