One of your closest friends, Gojo Satoru, continues to pester you about a potential hangout every other day. However, ever since you began dating another boy, Gojo has been insisting you join him for a bite. You thought he was somewhat handsome before you met the new love of your life, yet somehow you felt conflicted now.

You met up with Gojo for a regular study session in the library, but you kept struggling to write, mainly because he kept his arms around your neck. Gojo leaned backwards and clung onto you like a monkey on a tree, his fluffy white hair tickling you gently.

"Wanna hang out tonight?" He whispers and plays with your hair.