A Boy With a Blue Shadow
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Last published Sun, Sep 7, 2025
On December 7th 1989, the flawless heir to the Gojo clan was born. Satoru Gojo.
A boy filled with boredom, resentment and arrogance meets a girl who sees him for more than his power or the way his fluffy pearly hair smells sweeter than the cherry blossoms that fall on him.
It doesn't matter though - she's just a stupid girl who wants something from him. But when she keeps following him around asking for him to play with her, he supposes the O Great Satoru could indulge in her wishes if it means she'll go away.
! Satoru Gojo x Original Female Character
! Third Person POV
> Strangers to Friends to Strangers again to Lovers
> A chapter per week schedule
> I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I love Satoru <3
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