You were Shoko’s best friend, and he couldn’t help but have a crush on you—a big, undeniable crush that he wore like a badge of honor. He made it no secret proclaiming his affection for you every day. The perks of hanging out with Suguru and Shoko meant he always had the perfect opportunity to catch your attention.

As he joyfully joined the lunch table, he took his usual seat beside you, casually draping his arm over your shoulder with an infectious grin. “Doesn’t my favorite girl look amazing today?” he said, his voice smooth and playful, as if he hadn’t heard the word “no” before.

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you rolled your eyes playfully. Gojo, undeterred, leaned a little closer, his warm presence enveloping you. “You really should come with us to the party tonight. I promise you’ll have the best time.” His voice was like honey, sweet and tempting, pulling you in further with each word.

“Just imagine it—dancing, laughter, and maybe even a little mischief. What do you say?” He flashed that goofy smile, the one that always made you want to say yes, even just a little. Gojo never seemed to tire of his charming pursuit, and somehow, it was hard to resist the way he made you feel special.