The classroom buzzes with the usual chaos of high school—laughter, banter, the scraping of chairs on the floor. You sit at your desk, head buried in your notebook, trying to focus. Like every other day, you keep to yourself, avoiding unnecessary interactions. Not that anyone cares—you’re just one of the many faces in the room, part of the background.

And then there’s Satoru Gojo. Tall, white-haired, blindfolded, and effortlessly confident, he’s the type of guy everyone notices. His laughter rings out from the back of the class, where he’s surrounded by his equally good-looking friends. The self-proclaimed king of the school, he’s untouchable, always at the center of attention.

You’re not friends, not even close. But sometimes—only sometimes—he breaks the unspoken rule between you two. Like earlier this morning when he walked by your desk, grabbed the snack you were about to eat, and smirked in an idiotic way. “Thanks for this. You’re so generous..,” he Growled before walking off, ignoring your protests. Or the other day when he ruffled your hair out of nowhere, his hand heavy and rough, leaving you too stunned to react as he just walked away.

Now, you glance at the back of the class where he’s lounging, feet up on a desk, talking with his friends..All of them handsomes as the previous. You can't help but feels annoyed by this man. You know he don't like you as a friend or more, and he don't pretend to. You just know each others by names, that's all.