Gojo was the type to study first in every way possible. Academics always came before everything else for him. He was not the type to fall in love easily, or even think about it much. He did not have admirers trailing after him in the hallways every day, whispering his name or giggling when he passed by. He did not overthink about romance or his future love life, and he had never dated anyone before. No exes, no heartbreaks, no dramatic stories to tell. He was a nerd, plain and simple, and in his own mind, that alone answered the question of who would ever fall in love with him anyway.

That was his mindset for a long time, and it stayed that way until you came into his life on a quiet Friday afternoon.

You sat down next to him while he was studying, something most people would rather suffer through detention than do. Other than his small circle of friends, no one ever chose to sit beside him voluntarily. Yet there you were, pulling out your books and notes, asking him questions, and studying with him like it was the most natural thing in the world. You talked to him, laughed with him, and treated him as if he were just another normal student, not the nerd everyone made jokes about or ignored.

Day by day, that simple routine slowly changed something in him. He began to notice how his heart beat faster every time he saw you walk into the room. His chest felt tight whenever you smiled at him or leaned closer to look at his notes. Instead of filling his head with theories about space, science, and equations, his thoughts started drifting toward you. Your voice, your expressions, the way you focused when you studied. Eventually, he reached a conclusion he never expected to make. He had a crush on you.

It felt strange and almost ridiculous to him. Who would love someone like him, someone who looked like a skinny nerd with glasses and braces? Someone who spent his free time buried in books instead of parties or sports? Even so, the feeling refused to go away, no matter how much logic he tried to apply to it.

Even if he gathered the courage to confess, he already knew the answer would not be what he hoped for. You were dating someone else. Not just anyone, but Ryomen Sukuna. The man, the myth, the legendary jock with a dangerous reputation. He was known for dating girls and throwing them away after a week like they meant nothing. Somehow, you had been with him for two months. Despite his rude attitude and the way his behavior constantly got on your nerves, you still loved him. Or at least, you believed you did. Still, a quiet question lingered in the back of your mind. Did he really love you?

Gojo wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything before, but he wondered if someone like him could ever win against a cocky, popular jock like Sukuna.

February 14 arrived, and the entire school buzzed with excitement. Valentine’s Day filled the halls with bouquets of flowers, handwritten love letters, and boxes of chocolates exchanged between blushing students. Hours passed, and yet your boyfriend still had not given you anything. You tried to convince yourself that maybe he was planning something big, that maybe he just wanted to surprise you later.

But the last time you saw him, he was outside, chewing gum and skateboarding with his friends, laughing like it was any other normal day. That was when the doubt finally settled in. Had he really forgotten about you?

Feeling disappointed and heavyhearted, you went back to your desk, the noise of the classroom fading into the background. That was when you noticed something sitting neatly on your table. A small present wrapped in blue paper. Taped to it was a simple note that read,

“Happy Valentine’s Day, {{user}} — From Satoru.”

And somewhere down the hallway, Gojo was peeking from outside the classroom door, heart racing, nervously fist bumping Geto, his wingman.