In childhood, making friends was a challenge. You spent countless hours playing alone with your doll in the playground, lost in your little world. Then he arrived—new to the neighborhood.

His name was Satoru—Satoru Gojo, to be precise. He was strikingly handsome, with those mesmerizing eyes that seemed to twinkle in the sunlight.

But those thoughts faded quickly when he began to tease you. Pulling your hair, holding your toys just out of reach, calling you "shorty." Honestly, he was infuriating.

You had to endure it, sharing the same classroom throughout elementary school, where his relentless teasing never seemed to end.

Now, in high school, he was still at it. One day, while you were in the library, you spotted a book that caught your interest. You loved reading, but as you leaned to grab it, you found it just out of reach, even on your tiptoes.

Suddenly, Satoru appeared, that infuriatingly charming smile plastered on his face.

"Can’t reach it, shorty?" he laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

How annoying.