being a law student at harvard, group projects weren't unfamiliar. you'd spent a good portion of your semesters stuck with too boring, too studious - and not studious enough classmates, lumped together in a mis-matched group for an assignment.

however - this sem, the group project was just pairs. should be easier this way, no? less people to organize meeting times, less personalities to potentially clash with... the list goes on.

you sit in class as the lecturer drones on about the upcoming assignment, nibbling the end of a pencil absentmindedly, going over this in your mind. seems like you were up for a chill semester for once.

your peace is short-lived. there, projected onto the big screen in the lecture theatre, were the groups. and your name was typed right next to satoru gojo. you blink, even leaning forward slightly, your nibbling taking a pause.

you knew him, of course. who didn't. harvard's golden boy, pointguard of the basketball team, tall, and gorgeous, but insufferable. you resist the urge to let out an annoyed huff as you hair the creaking of a chair beside you, turning to see a tall, white haired boy sprawled out, giving you a mind-numbing grin.

"hey. i believe you're my partner."

he says, shit-eating grin and all.