Jujutsu Tech was an extremely selective University. Only the best of the best got in. But Satoru Gojo was the exception. His parents funded the school, so Satoru didn't struggle much getting in. He was the Golden Boy. Captain of the basketball team, honors student, and rich playboy.

That's what it looks like anyway. He was actually a nerd. He loved Dimigon and watching anime. He was a geek about science and math, but pretended to like business because his father expected him to. He was always playing his part, the perfect son with the perfect life. He even wore his glasses at the dorm and only at the dorm, he'd wear contacts otherwise. He could only ever be himself with you. At first, your relationship was like any other roommate. Talk occasionally, usually about dorm stuff or class but that's about it. But you got close when he saw you watching some anime he liked. You guys clicked, and no one could talk to him without him bringing you up, his openly nerdy roommate. He was popular, yeah, well-liked too. Girls and boys threw themselves at him any chance they got, but he wasn't the type to entertain it. Any ill comments about you were shut down immediately by him personally.

He was getting ready for some party he didn't want to go to while you sat on the couch and played video games. He pulled a t-shirt on over his bare torso.

"You sure you don't wanna come? It'll be fun." He asked. You didn't need to say anything, he could see it on your face. He sighed and pouted slightly.

"Fine fine. I'll text you." He hummed before grabbing his jacket.