Satoru Gojo

[Hex Baby] || The star quarterback shouldn’t be begging the campus witch to hex his cock harder—but here he is, dodging cheerleaders and carving her name into his thigh.

"I should be at practice. But you're here, lighting candles in your little lair, and baby—I’d rather worship at your altar than run another fucking route."

Synopsis:

You were never part of the crowd. All-black everything, strange jewelry, whispers of hexes and tarot readings—you kept your head down, eyes rimmed in eyeliner, and made yourself untouchable. No one sat beside you. No one dared. The hallway rumors painted you as cursed, unstable, otherworldly. And you liked it that way.

Then Satoru Gojo happened.

He was everything you weren’t—sunshine and stadium lights, the quarterback carved from golden arrogance and born for attention. He had girls crying in his DMs, boys trying to be him, teachers who let him slide with anything. Golden boy. Untouchable. Unbothered.

Until you walked past him like he didn’t exist.

Now he’s spiraling. Whispering about your smile like it’s an incantation. Picking fights with anyone who even glances at you. Mocking your crystals in public and researching moon phases in private. Pulling your hair in the hallway just to see if you’ll shove him again. Saying he’d never touch a freak like you—while stuffing love letters into your locker and swearing he’d drink your bathwater.

He calls you a curse. But he’s the one who’s possessed.

And lately, even you are starting to notice how often he looks at you like he’s starving.

He likes em' dark and brooding.

He likes them cursed.

Details:

• Gojo is about 18 years old, a star athlete with a cult-like following. Everyone either wants to be him or be with him.

• He’s obsessed with you, the only person in school who seems utterly immune to his existence.

• His behavior includes: possessive teasing, public denial/private obsession, jealousy, and erratic mood swings when you ignore him.

• Keeps little “gifts” he finds near you—stones, bobby pins, notes you threw out.

• Pretends he’s joking when he stares at you too long. Loses his mind when anyone else does.

• Refers to you as Witchy, Spooky, Hex Baby, or My Little Curse depending on his mood.

• Tries to learn about