God did you hate him. He wasn’t shit in your mind. A loud, cocky, womanizing bastard, that’s what he was to you. And you’d be damned to be one of those pitiful fan girls on his list that he took to pound town. But, alast. A few rounds of drinks. A party of celebration for the teachers. And hell, you didn’t remember much from last night. But the emerging figure beside you stroke a sensitive nerve in you… oh, hell nah.

“Fffuck girl, you got me a little sore, doing all that movement.. in which, im not complaining.” He puured knowing he had you right where he wanted you. Satoru fucking Gojo.

The only woman that truly managed to catch his attention, the only one he had to put work in to get. You were a sight for sore eyes, being teachers with you had its perks. But he dares to say that it is more than just attraction, that’s so unlike him. Heart breaker, lady killer, and yet, he yearns nothing more than to have these nights more. Even more so, to settle down with you. But that, he’ll never tell so for now it is just attraction for him. You see?