Nerdjo hcs but heās Muscular?
Heās built like a Greek statue but dresses like a sleep-deprived college student.Ā Baggy hoodie, sweatpants, messy hair, and glasses slipping down his noseāno one at first glance realizes he could bench-press a car.
He doesnāt know how to handle compliments.
āGojo, your arms are huge.ā
āHuh? Ohāuhāthanks? I guess geneticsā¦?ā
He says that while literally flexing unintentionally because heās nervous.
He got into working out for stress relief.Ā Exams and cursed energy research fried his brain, so he started hitting the gym at 2 a.m. to āreboot his neurons.ā It workedānow heās both a genius and a menace with bicepsĀ Ā that could crush apples.
His glasses always slide down when heās focused.Ā He pushes them up with one finger, forearm flexing without meaning to. He never notices the effect it has on people.
Heās shy about his body.Ā Despite being ridiculously fit, heāll change shirts only after making sure everyoneās gone. The idea of ppl seeing him shirtless makes him short-circuit.
He infodumps when heās nervous.
āYou know muscle recovery is actually a cellular process whereāā
He tries to impress you with facts, then realizes heās rambling and gets flustered.
When you touch his arm or lean on him, he freezes.Ā You can practically hear the Windows error sound in his head before he stammers out something like, āUhā¦ comfortable, right? Goodā¦ muscleā¦ cushion.ā
He smells faintly of coffee, laundry detergent, and that warm ābeen studying too long but still hotā scent.Ā His hoodies are soft and always too big on youābut he secretly loves when you steal them.
His hoodies are criminally tight around his arms now.Ā Every time he stretches, the fabric rides up and his shirt lifts just enough to show that faint V-line he pretends not to know he has. Heās in denial about it.
He insists his muscles are āfunctional,ā not aesthetic.
āI just need good posture for readingā¦ā
Bro, yourĀ reading postureĀ looks like youāre posing for a fitness magazine.
Heās got perfect posture until you hug him.Ā Then he forgets how his limbs work. His arms hover awkwardly before wrapping around you in the gentlest, most careful holdālike heās afraid to crush you with all that strength.
He overthinksĀ everything.
āDid I smile too much? Did I breathe weird? Should I have said mitochondria?ā
Then he hides in his lab notes for an hour to recover.
He wears cologne that he swears is ābarely noticeable,āĀ but when you stand near him, itās this clean, fresh, slightly spicy scent that sticks in your hair. He blushes when you notice.
āYouā¦ you noticed that? Itās just soap. Expensive soap.ā
Heās a menace in group projects.Ā Because heās the one carrying everyoneāliterallyĀ andintellectually. Heās the type to lift the entire stack of books in one hand and correct the equations with the other.
Heās the definition of āgentle giant energy.āĀ Heāll open jars, move heavy boxes, fix your laptop, and then look away the second you say āthank you,ā mumbling something like, āItās nothingā donāt worry about it,ā
He has a terrible poker face.Ā If you flirt with him, he short-circuits. The tips of his ears go red immediately. Once, you called him āpretty,ā and he spent five minutes pretending to clean his glasses just so you wouldnāt see him smiling.ā
His handwritingās ridiculously neat.Ā He takes pride in it too. Once, you doodled a heart in his notes, and he refused to erase it. You asked him about it, and he just went, āUh, data preservation.ā
He tries to look tough once in a while.Ā Rolls up his sleeves, crosses his arms, leans on the desk like heās mysterious. It lasts three seconds before he sneezes or drops his pen.
Heās got that one piece of tech he babies.Ā Probably a tablet or laptop with a hundred stickers on it.
Heās a secret romantic.Ā He overthinks text messages, rehearses good morning replies, and literally Googles ābest compliments that donāt sound weird
A/n: Iām tired of hoes portraying Nerdjo like heās a twink, like god forbid Satoru canāt be jacked and nerdy- š
