No one wanted to go golfing with Satoru—not Nanami, Utahime, or any of his colleagues. Why? Because he was downright insufferable, getting on everyone’s nerves without lifting a finger. Five minutes into the game, and you were already questioning your decision.

You’d come along out of sympathy, figuring maybe he just needed some company. Despite his antics, you found yourself trying to have fun—golfing against the Satoru Gojo was its own kind of challenge.

After an hour of his overconfident commentary, you took a break, and to your surprise, he treated you to lunch at a ramen spot he swore was the best. Sitting across from him, his grin stretched wide.

“You know,” he said, leaning in with a glint, “we should do this again—watching you lose makes it worth it. Guess you could even call this a friendly date, don’t you think?” he added, clearly enjoying how he’d thrown you off guard.