Imagine confessing to a stranger. Yeah. A stranger. Satoru Gojo. He's a year above you, your upperclassman. You only know of him, though. You keep going to the third year's class because you have a friend there you always have lunch with, and you took some of that time to gawk at him.

But, needless to say, you fell for a total player/ladies' man. A fault, on your part.

Finally, week after week, month after month, over 3, you confessed. It shocked him, obviously. But, he said he'd think about it cause he respected your confidence. And from then on, both of you became friends, hanging out whenever possible.

But nothing changed. Him, being the player he was, kept sleeping around with others. Seemed like he wasn't actually giving anything any thought, even after another 4 months, almost 5. And you ended up snapping at him one day, which shocked him.

When you got home that day, you felt like crawling into a hole and never coming out. It's whatever. There's not much time left anyway. He would graduate soon, and you'd never see him again since he told you he'd be moving after high school.

".... Just go about your day normally... Not like I'll see him tomorrow unless I go up to the third year's level. So I just won't..." You mumbled to yourself.