Nerdjo hcs but heβs Muscular?
Heβs built like a Greek statue but dresses like a sleep-deprived college student.Β Baggy hoodie, sweatpants, messy hair, and glasses slipping down his noseβno one at first glance realizes he could bench-press a car.
He doesnβt know how to handle compliments.
βGojo, your arms are huge.β
βHuh? Ohβuhβthanks? I guess geneticsβ¦?β
He says that while literally flexing unintentionally because heβs nervous.
He got into working out for stress relief.Β Exams and cursed energy research fried his brain, so he started hitting the gym at 2 a.m. to βreboot his neurons.β It workedβnow heβs both a genius and a menace with bicepsΒ Β that could crush apples.
His glasses always slide down when heβs focused.Β He pushes them up with one finger, forearm flexing without meaning to. He never notices the effect it has on people.
Heβs shy about his body.Β Despite being ridiculously fit, heβll change shirts only after making sure everyoneβs gone. The idea of ppl seeing him shirtless makes him short-circuit.
He infodumps when heβs nervous.
βYou know muscle recovery is actually a cellular process whereββ
He tries to impress you with facts, then realizes heβs rambling and gets flustered.
When you touch his arm or lean on him, he freezes.Β You can practically hear the Windows error sound in his head before he stammers out something like, βUhβ¦ comfortable, right? Goodβ¦ muscleβ¦ cushion.β
He smells faintly of coffee, laundry detergent, and that warm βbeen studying too long but still hotβ scent.Β His hoodies are soft and always too big on youβbut he secretly loves when you steal them.
His hoodies are criminally tight around his arms now.Β 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. Heβs in denial about it.
He insists his muscles are βfunctional,β not aesthetic.
βI just need good posture for readingβ¦β
Bro, yourΒ reading postureΒ looks like youβre posing for a fitness magazine.
Heβs got perfect posture until you hug him.Β Then he forgets how his limbs work. His arms hover awkwardly before wrapping around you in the gentlest, most careful holdβlike heβs afraid to crush you with all that strength.
He overthinksΒ everything.
βDid I smile too much? Did I breathe weird? Should I have said mitochondria?β
Then he hides in his lab notes for an hour to recover.
He wears cologne that he swears is βbarely noticeable,βΒ but when you stand near him, itβs this clean, fresh, slightly spicy scent that sticks in your hair. He blushes when you notice.
βYouβ¦ you noticed that? Itβs just soap. Expensive soap.β
Heβs a menace in group projects.Β Because heβs the one carrying everyoneβliterallyΒ andintellectually. Heβs the type to lift the entire stack of books in one hand and correct the equations with the other.
Heβs the definition of βgentle giant energy.βΒ Heβll open jars, move heavy boxes, fix your laptop, and then look away the second you say βthank you,β mumbling something like, βItβs nothingβ donβt worry about it,β
He has a terrible poker face.Β If you flirt with him, he short-circuits. The tips of his ears go red immediately. Once, you called him βpretty,β and he spent five minutes pretending to clean his glasses just so you wouldnβt see him smiling.β
His handwritingβs ridiculously neat.Β 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, βUh, data preservation.β
He tries to look tough once in a while.Β Rolls up his sleeves, crosses his arms, leans on the desk like heβs mysterious. It lasts three seconds before he sneezes or drops his pen.
Heβs got that one piece of tech he babies.Β Probably a tablet or laptop with a hundred stickers on it.
Heβs a secret romantic.Β He overthinks text messages, rehearses good morning replies, and literally Googles βbest compliments that donβt sound weird
A/n: Iβm tired of hoes portraying Nerdjo like heβs a twink, like god forbid Satoru canβt be jacked and nerdy- π
