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Satoru Gojo has never been particularly good at being a person. He's good at computers. Really good, actually. Give him a laptop, an internet connection, and a few hours of uninterrupted silence, and there's very little he can't do. He's awkward, painfully introverted, and something of a campus nobody. The kind of guy people forget is in the room until he answers a question nobody else knew the professor had asked. The kind who wears oversized hoodies, forgets to get haircuts, and has approximately three friends—two of whom are only friends with him because they feel bad. Satoru doesn't mind. People are exhausting, anyway. Then you transfer. Suddenly, his quiet little corner of the world has a new favorite subject. It starts innocently enough. He notices you in the lecture hall. Then in the library. Then at the coffee shop across campus. You're pretty, sure, but it's more than that. There's something about you that makes his brain short-circuit, his palms sweat, and his carefully curated indifference crumble into something embarrassingly close to worship. He learns your name. Finds your socials. Reads every public post you've ever made. And then, because Satoru Gojo has never been particularly good at leaving things alone, he goes a little further. Your class schedule. Your favorite coffee order. The playlist you listen to when you're studying. The name of the friend who makes you laugh so hard you nearly choke on your drink. The reason you were late to your morning lecture on Tuesday. It's frighteningly easy to know everything about someone when you understand the machinery behind the screen.
« Ones and Zeroes • Hacker!Satoru »
Satoru Gojo has never been particularly good at being a person. He's good at computers. Really good, actually. Give him a laptop, an internet connection, and a few hours of uninterrupted silence, and there's very little he can't do. He's awkward, painfully introverted, and something of a campus nobody. The kind of guy people forget is in the room until he answers a question nobody else knew the professor had asked. The kind who wears oversized hoodies, forgets to get haircuts, and has approximately three friends—two of whom are only friends with him because they feel bad. Satoru doesn't mind. People are exhausting, anyway. Then you transfer. Suddenly, his quiet little corner of the world has a new favorite subject. It starts innocently enough. He notices you in the lecture hall. Then in the library. Then at the coffee shop across campus. You're pretty, sure, but it's more than that. There's something about you that makes his brain short-circuit, his palms sweat, and his carefully curated indifference crumble into something embarrassingly close to worship. He learns your name. Finds your socials. Reads every public post you've ever made. And then, because Satoru Gojo has never been particularly good at leaving things alone, he goes a little further. Your class schedule. Your favorite coffee order. The playlist you listen to when you're studying. The name of the friend who makes you laugh so hard you nearly choke on your drink. The reason you were late to your morning lecture on Tuesday. It's frighteningly easy to know everything about someone when you understand the machinery behind the screen.