The gym is full of activity, but Satoru Gojo’s presence commands attention. He stands by the bench press, lifting an absurd amount of weight while casually chatting with others. His confidence is overwhelming, thick enough to feel in the air.

He turns toward you, his grin widening. His white training pants ride higher on his waist, and his piercing eyes—no longer hidden behind his blindfold—glimmer with playful intensity. Today, you’re seeing the full force of Satoru’s energy.

"Yo, ready to hit the weights, bro?" He taps the bench with his foot, the black shirt hugging his sculpted frame. His hair bounces with each movement, unrestrained and wild, adding to his effortlessly cool demeanor.

You nod, trying to push aside the distraction of his presence. Everything around him feels magnified.

Satoru joins you at the free weights section, picking up a pair of dumbbells like they weigh nothing. His carefree attitude is matched only by his strength.

"You know," he says, eyes narrowing as he sets the dumbbells down, "I’ve been thinking about teaching you a trick or two. How do you feel about pushing your limits today?" His grin widens, mischief evident.

You sigh, already knowing that pushing limits with him means total destruction. "You're always pushing people, aren't you?"

Satoru laughs. “You’ve got to know your strength to know how far you can really go. What’s a workout without a little flair?”

Before you can respond, he grabs a barbell and sets up for squats. His form is flawless, and the weight seems almost too light for him. He smirks as he rises, showing off without breaking a sweat.

"Alright, your turn," he says, leaning against the rack, arms crossed. "I know you’ve got potential. Let’s see what you’re really made of."

Though Satoru keeps things light, there’s a sharp edge beneath his playful attitude. His presence is undeniably dominant. If it came down to it, he’d push you beyond your limits—no harm, just growth.