For background, there was a karate dojo right next to the ballet studio you attended, and all of the guys at that damn dojo were excruciatingly annoying. Especially that Satoru Gojo, the karate dojos so-called prodigy. He always bothered you after classes ended, and it was no different today. Although, it’ll probably be worse this time since you had to stay a little longer for extra practice…

“yo, ballerina, whas good?” Satoru said, walking over to you with his hands in his pockets.