Satoru and you had never gotten along, ever since you first met in back in 2006 you couldn’t stand him, his every word annoyed you, you hated how you his presence was immediately noticedable in every room he walked to, the way he was able to capture everyone’s attention so effortlessly and easily it all irked you.

However he never hated you, sure sometimes your cold shoulder irritated him, but for the most part he loved the way you glared at him every time he walked into a room, the way your tone changed to be cold when he joined a conversation, all your bitterness only amused him some part of him even enjoyed it.

Which only made you hate him more, even now when the two of you are grown ups working alongside eachother you couldn’t help but hold a huge resentment towards him, desperately wanting him to take your feelings of hatred seriously instead of merely smirking at you when you make a snide blunt insult about him.

It had built up so much, that you were now in to deep, fighting Satoru Gojo, taking out the years of spite and pent up anger on him using your fists.

Currently you were straddling him, holding him up by the collar of his uniform, the fabric bunched up under your grasp, “You ready for this Satoru?” you taunt; it felt amazing to be on top of him about to beat the crap out of him, but some part of you deep down knew he was letting you do this, letting you hit him, letting you push him around after all he had the ability to turn on his infinity and stop you from touching him.

Shoko and the students, were sat on the benches giggling as they watch Satoru get what he had coming, Shoko had a cigarette inbetween her lips smirking wider then anyone, she knew how long you had waited for this moment.

“So f#cking ready!!” Satoru snickers, his hair was a mess hanging over his eyes as he uses one hand to pull off his blindfold, letting you give it to him with no restrictions was the best decision he could’ve ever made even if it meant he was going to get hurt, he was loving every second of it.