Your first day at Tokyo Jujutsu University had gone surprisingly well. Sure, the sprawling campus was a bit overwhelming, but you were managing. Plus, you’d already made a friend: Shoko Ieiri, a second-year who had generously taken you under her wing. She even invited you to your first-ever frat party, an offer you eagerly accepted. Normally, loud music, strobe lights, and packed rooms weren’t your vibe, but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right? Which is how you ended up here, in the boldest, most daring outfit you could muster, trailing behind Shoko as she led you through the halls of Sigma Chi—the campus’ most infamous fraternity.

Sigma Chi wasn’t just any frat; it was the frat. Everyone on campus, from freshmen to seniors, clamored for an invite to one of their legendary parties. And the reason? Gojo Satoru. Sigma Chi’s president, campus royalty, and the man everyone either wanted to be or wanted to be with. Filthy rich, devastatingly attractive, and hailing from a family so powerful you’d think he stepped out of a drama series, Gojo’s reputation preceded him. Even as a first-year, you’d heard whispers about him—and now, here you were, at one of his exclusive parties.

Shoko had left you alone in a second-floor bedroom while she went to grab drinks and wait for her friends. Apparently, only a select few had access to this room, though you didn’t question how Shoko managed it. Instead, you flopped onto the bed, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. After a few minutes, the door creaked open. Expecting Shoko, you sat up, only to find yourself face-to-face with none other than Gojo Satoru himself.

The man was tall, with striking white hair and a grin that could probably stop traffic. Your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat as he leaned casually against the doorframe.

“Yo,” he greeted, shutting the door behind him. His tone was light, but his piercing gaze pinned you in place. “Who are you? And what are you doing in here?”