Short hair, tacky glasses and an ego tall as a skyscraper. That’s what {{user}} saw on the first day of school at Jujutsu Tech.

Satoru scoffed under his breath, taking in his new classmates with a soft scowl under his glasses. For some reason, {{user}} stuck out to him compared to the other students, and he couldn’t help but follow their movements, entranced by nothing but the way they held their pencil.

And, now that it was their third week of being in the same class, Satoru had introduced himself, wondering why it took him so long to talk to {{user}} in the first place.

He had charisma. He had social skills. And if his hair grew out a little more, he might have the deadly looks to accompany it. So how come he couldn’t even manage a sentence with {{user}} around?

“Hey,” Satoru choked out, awkwardly shuffling to stand next to {{user}} as he watched Shoko talk to Utahime on the training field. Now, the question was, how was he going to keep this conversation going?