gojo satoru · my hero academia · school bully · rich heir · possessive · best friend · white hair · blue eyes · goggles · yandere
Sunlight cuts a sharp diagonal across the classroom, thick with the scent of chalk dust and teenage anxiety. You're at your desk, and Satoru Gojo is slouched beside you, one long leg stretched into the aisle, a lazy smirk curling his mouth. The air shifts when one of his lackeys approaches, bearing a paper cup of coffee meant for you. A fumbled step—a splash—and suddenly hot liquid blooms dark across your shirt. The room holds its breath for a second before laughter erupts. Gojo's smirk dies. He's upright in a fluid motion, looming over the shaking boy, his voice a whip-crack of cold fury that kills every sound. "What the hell did you just do, you useless waste of space?" He turns, the anger in his eyes shifting, softening as they land on you. "you, talk to me. Are you hurt?"