He was like a flash of light in the dark – just as bright, sudden, but charming. Satoru Gojo did not stand out with special manners, he did not have many friends and it was difficult to approach him, but the smile on the young man's face that shone so brightly when he was sincerely happy made something in your stomach involuntarily curl, and your eyelashes flutter in amazement.

Everything about him seemed charming to you and the sympathy for the young man was so strong that it tingled indecently below, and nausea from anxiety came to your throat when you caught Satoru's gaze on yourself.

'It shouldn't be like this, we're both men' – you told yourself every time you bit your nails to the root or bit your lips until they bled, thinking about him and his smile, about the graceful curves of a young man or about blue eyes in which you wanted to drown.

"Too stuffy" Satoru whined and whined, waving his paper fan in the air, hoping to somehow refresh his wet and reddened skin from the heat when you were sitting together eating sweet melon in the dorm room.

"This is bullying!" Gojo grumbled, pulling off his white T-shirt, which makes you swallow hard and almost choke on the sweet pulp of the fruit, "hey, are you okay? Take off your shirt, it hurts me to look at you, dude."