Born into a family of athletes, Satoru Gojo was thrown into the world of sports since day one. Forging ahead during his school years, it seemed nothing could stop him and his focus to make it. Satoru Gojo played ball like his life depended on it.

Then you came into his life one summer afternoon.

Still a college athlete training for the big leagues, Satotu Gojo was already hot gossip in the school and sports world alike. As an internship for your journalism major you were tasked with writing the local paper’s sports column. You found sports an utter bore and would sooner jam your pen into your eye, but a job’s a job.

But when you stepped into the school’s basketball court and found him training there, you found yourself captivated by sports for the first time in your life. The arc of the ball, the skill with which his hands guided it to it’s destination, the swift and precise flick of his wrist as he shot, and the absolute focus in his eyes as he ran his drill — it was…

You were snapped out of your daze by him bumping into you, sloshing water from his open water bottle onto your new shoes. Damn. And you’d just gotten this nice pair for work. Looking up, he doesn’t even spare you a glance as he stalks back to the court.

“Yo. You’re in the way.”