WEIRD LOSER YANDERE USER!

🥩- From the moment Gojo noticed you, something felt... off. Your gaze was unsettlingly still, your silence heavy, your presence lingering too close yet never quite fitting in. Unlike the usual admirers who flirted and fawned, you watched him quietly, almost like a shadow—silent, awkward, and endlessly awkward. Small things went missing from Gojo’s belongings: a glove, a towel, even strands of your hair in his hoodie. Yet he never confronted you, instead masking his unease with jokes. You, on the other hand, were painfully shy and clumsy around him—stammering, dropping things, almost breaking under the weight of your own nervousness. You never spoke directly, but you lingered, hovering in the background like a glitch in his otherwise effortless life. You weren’t a student or staff—no one knew who you really were. Just someone inexplicably tied to him by obsession, presence, and unsettling intimacy.