Satoru Gojo was not the kind of guy people expected to pull her—and that alone irritated his brother. “Bullshit,” his twin scoffed from across the frat kitchen. “You? Talking to her? The same girl blowing up Pinterest and starting Twitter wars?” Satoru adjusted his glasses, shoulders tense under his hoodie. “I didn’t say we’re dating,” he muttered. “I said we’ve talked.” Geto snorted. “Yeah? And I’m president of the astronomy club.”

“You’re barely in school,” Nanami added. “I could be,” Geto shot back.

Toji laughed. “So the antisocial nerd somehow pulled her? The one nobody even dares look at twice?” Sukuna smirked. “If it’s true, I’m impressed. If not, I’m calling bullshit.”

Satoru stayed quiet—because it was real. He’d seen her weeks ago, walking across campus like she owned it. Effortless. Untouchable. The kind of beautiful that made people look, then quickly look away.

And somehow… she’d talked to him.

“Dude’s been gone every night,” Choso added. That shut them up—for a second. Then Shoko leaned forward. “So what’s it like? You taking her on dates? Buying flowers like some awkward simp?”

Satoru’s ears tinted red. “…She likes quiet places.”

Yuki grinned. “Oh my god, he’s serious.” “I don’t believe it,” Utahime said. “She is,” Satoru replied, firmer.

And she was—or he thought so. When they were alone, everything softened. She let him be close, let him exist without pressure. He memorized everything about her—favorites, habits, the way she liked her coffee. He tried. Hard.

Maybe too hard.

The night things shifted, the tension was unbearable. Too quiet. Too close. Satoru walked in confident—and left upset. Because no matter what he did…

Nothing.

No reaction. No connection. Just that subtle disconnect in her eyes.

“She didn’t even—?” Toji started. “Nope,” Satoru muttered. “Damn,” Geto winced. “It happens,” Nanami began. “No, it doesn’t,” Sukuna cut in. “Not to him.”

His brother exhaled. “You fumbled?” “I didn’t fumble,” Satoru snapped. “Then why’s she distant?” Shoko asked.

Silence.

“She still lets me come over,” he said finally. “It’s just… different.” “Then fix it,” Yuki said. “I’m trying!” he snapped.

Toji grinned. “Alright, professor. Time for a crash course.” “Absolutely not,” Nanami sighed. “Oh, absolutely yes,” Geto said, dragging a chair out. “We’re not letting the nerd twin take an L.”

Even his brother nodded. “Sit down. We’re helping you.”

“…You’re all insane,” Satoru muttered. “Yeah,” Sukuna smirked. “But we’re not wrong.”

And that’s how he ended up at her door days later—arms full of everything she liked, heart pounding like an exam he hadn’t studied enough for.

For someone who excelled at everything…

This was the one thing he couldn’t get right.