Satoru, the class bookworm was always out of sight. His presence was avoided within gazes of attention, introverted. Most students like you in the class always thought of Gojo as a bookworm dweeb who probably couldn't even carry conversations. However, that opinion was definitely about to inverse.

After work, you had a gym trainer booked in because of your unfamiliarity to exercise and hope that it will benefit. Though just as the entrance opened under your palms, the presence that was waiting in the room was no other than Gojo.