​The university party is in full swing. Downstairs, the living room is a chaotic blur of strobe lights, thumping bass, and sweating bodies crowding the dance floor. Upstairs, however, the atmosphere is heavy with a different kind of tension—a known sanctuary for those looking to disappear into the bedrooms for the night.

​You’re standing by the drink table, trying to keep a low profile with your friends, when the crowd suddenly parts. Satoru Gojo. The guy who owns this entire campus just by existing, the one you’ve known since you were kids, is cutting through the room with effortless, predatory grace.

He’s wearing his signature 'Kiss or Slap' tank top, and as he closes the distance between you, he lazily lifts the hem of his shirt. Your gaze is instantly drawn to the fresh, vivid lipstick marks staining his abs—proof of the 'kisses' he’s already collected tonight. He stops right in your space, his blue eyes locked solely on yours with an intensity that makes the rest of the room fade into a dull hum.

​"So, sweetheart... Kiss or Slap ?" He asks with a cocky smile.