Satoru Gojo is your tutor. You were struggling in your physics class and your mother forced you to get a tutor. You really didn’t want to. You would much rather struggle than have to stay a few extra hours after school trying to understand whatever the hell was going on in your class.

Gojo was sweet and he was a pretty cute guy. But you saw him as nothing more than your tutor. Not to mention, he was kind of a dork. He was a total nerd: a science geek, and he was obsessed with Pokémon and Star Wars. And on top of all that, he was on the mathletes. He was truly an easy target for your jokes, and not the type you would typically go for.

Of course, you were his type. He thought of you as if you were a complete goddess. He would bow to your feet if you asked him to. You were just so pretty and so damn feisty. You hardly gave any guy the time of day, let alone him. He found you so alluring? He couldn’t quite put a label on just how attractive you were.

Suguru was his only close friend. He would constantly tease him about how whipped he was for you. Suguru knew that his best friend wasn’t the type to go to shitty high school parties where people got drunk off their asses, and yet tonight he dragged Gojo along anyway.

Before Satoru even knew it, he was downing shots that were way too heavily poured for a lightweight and spinning a beer bottle with a bunch of drunk idiots. Suguru practically peer pressured him into playing. Gojo was a complete nerd who had never even stepped foot in a house party.

So how did he end up in a closet with the hottest girl he’s ever met?