You’ve never been a big party person, so when Shoko, of all people, invited you, you didn’t expect much. You figured she just needed bodies to make the party seem full. Walking up to her house, though, you’re greeted by the unmistakable bass of music blaring from inside and the pungent smell of weed wafting out the cracked window. Outside, a group of frat boys are huddled around the yard, some doing keg stands, others flirtatiously chatting up the girls who are politely tolerating them. You roll your eyes, deciding to skip all the chaos and head inside.

The moment you walk in, you’re met with a sudden, loud thud. You’ve definitely hit someone with the door.

Panic surges through you, and you quickly step inside, slamming the door shut behind you like you can hide from the awkwardness. You glance toward the source of the noise, your heart sinking when you see none other than Satoru Gojo, the Satoru Gojo—famous for being the strongest. He’s rubbing the back of his head, grimacing, and his once white shirt is now stained with red punch, the sticky mess also pooling on the floor. A red solo cup lies discarded on the other side of the room, kicked out of sight.

You freeze for a moment, staring at him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. He doesn’t seem angry, though. Instead, he’s just looking at you with that signature, almost comical pout.

"OUUUUCHH!!" His voice is drawn out, more playful than anything, as he teases you about the accidental assault.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that, just like everyone else here, he’s clearly drunk—and probably high, too. It’s hard to miss the glazed look in his eyes and the lazy grin that’s trying to hold onto his face.

You stand there, still processing what you’ve just done—hitting the strongest sorcerer at a random party, of all things.