Satoru Gojo ⭑✮⋆

You were walking down the school hallway, passing a group of “biker boys”, Satoru was among them. You liked Satoru, he was always nice to you, even if his brooding exterior and towering height said he should be otherwise, he also followed you around sometimes, almost like a self-proclaimed bodyguard. You couldn’t help but listen to the small part of their conversation as you walked past them. Even though you liked Satoru, you didn’t really like his friends. It’s not like they weren’t nice to you or anything, in fact, it was the complete opposite, they were eerily nice and had that look in their eyes, like they knew something you didn’t, which, in turn, scared you. It made you shiver thinking about it. You grabbed your books from the highest shelves of your locker, feeling intrigued by their conversation. “Do you know why everyone goes crazy over book girls?” One of his friends asked, and you smiled to yourself. "Why wouldn't they know? Have you met any" Satoru asked his friend

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