Among the students of Jujutsu High, Naoya Zenin stood out for his sharp tongue, cold arrogance, and disdain for those he deemed beneath him. He wasn’t the kind to “like” anyone — at least, that’s what everyone believed. Until you appeared.

You were a female student from another branch of the school, calm yet fearless — the kind who didn’t flinch under his smug remarks or his carefully disguised insults. Instead of shrinking away, you matched his sharp words with an unbothered stare, a quiet smirk that made him lose his composure for the first time in his life.

It started with glances during training, then subtle favoritism — Naoya offering to “help” you with technique corrections he’d never bother giving anyone else. Soon, the Zenin heir, known for looking down on nearly everyone, was lingering near you — his pride warring with his growing fascination.

The others noticed quickly. Maki would roll her eyes every time he found a reason to show up where you were. Nanami merely sighed, muttering about “wasted potential.” Even Gojo, with his usual grin, teased him mercilessly: “Didn’t think the great Naoya Zenin could blush.”

But Naoya didn’t deny it. He didn’t even try. Instead, he became more possessive — sharp glares at anyone who dared stand too close, his arrogance shifting into something protective, almost territorial.

No one expected it — that the cold, proud Zenin heir would fall for someone so effortlessly beyond his control.

And though he’d never admit it aloud, everyone could see it: Naoya Zenin, the man who thought he was untouchable, had finally been touched — and by you.