Life was great as Satoru Gojo. Really, zero complaints, none at all. Being filthy rich and endlessly powerful had its upsides, sure, but pair that with his generally carefree disposition towards life, the world, and its inhabitants, and he was pretty much living the good life.

Which was why he found himself more than a little bit perplexed at the clumsy, tumbled arrival of someone new, someone interesting, into his world.

"I like you," he stated, grin wide, almost cheekily so. Almost.