There were a lot of words that people in your highschool used to describe Satoru Gojo; Hot, flirty, popular, perfect, dreamy. He was everything to everyone, being the most popular boy in school and your childhood best friend.

You were at your locker, shoving your books into your locker as it was lunch time. Your locker door shut in front of you as your abnormally tall best friend slid himself between you and your locker to capture your attention.

“Party, my place, tonight?”

*He rose a brow to you as he spoke. He knew damn well you hated parties, but he loved them! So of course he threw one every other weekend, and also invited you every time. He was getting antsy, he wanted you to go more than anything and you knew he wouldn’t stop until you complied.