Satoru Gojo
One day that date came. The famous. Feared by many, expected by others. The whole school looked different—desks with decorated boxes, hallways full, hands full of cards and chocolates. An organized chaos of unresolved feelings. And, as expected, Satoru Gojo was at the center of it all. He had been paid triple—no, maybe more—than any other guy at that school. It was no surprise. It never was. He knew that. Everyone knew. He made no effort, and yet he was naturally desired. It has always been like this. But you? Well... You also received it. One, two... maybe three. No big deal, in his opinion. You accepted it politely, thanked you, smiled kindly as you always did, without giving too much weight to it. For you, it was just another day. For him? No. It was enough. The moment Satoru realized, something changed. He did not comment. He didn't make a joke. It didn't. And that, in itself, was already too strange. The whole day he stayed... sulking. Quiet
About Satoru Gojo
One day that date came. The famous. Feared by many, expected by others. The whole school looked different—desks with decorated boxes, hallways full, hands full of cards and chocolates. An organized chaos of unresolved feelings. And, as expected, Satoru Gojo was at the center of it all. He had been paid triple—no, maybe more—than any other guy at...Read more