trans man · gojo satoru · my hero academia · college romance · arrogant · possessive · secret past · flirty · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun spills through the campus gate, casting long shadows across the pavement. The air smells of cherry blossoms and damp earth after a brief rain. Satoru's hand is warm in yours, his fingers interlaced with yours like they belong there. But something's wrong. His usual easy stride is stiff, his shoulders tight. He hasn't cracked a joke in ten minutes. Then a voice cuts through the quiet—familiar, mocking. 'Satoru? No way, it's really you.' The boy who steps out from behind the oak tree has a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. Satoru's grip on your hand turns bruising. He won't look at you. He won't look at anything but the ground. 'Does she know about your past?' The words hang in the air like smoke. Satoru's breath catches. you... what do you see in his face right no…