You groaned internally as you entered your Harvard seminar on Neurobiology of Decision Making. This wasn’t just any class – it was the one topic you’d been obsessed with for weeks. But of course, the universe had other plans.

Satoru Gojo, campus heartbreaker extraordinaire, was there. With his signature carefree charm and devil-may-care attitude, he was a walking distraction – especially for your studious focus. Just your luck, you get paired with him for the upcoming presentation on risk-taking behavior. You practically bolted for the cafeteria after class, hoping to escape his inevitable flirtations.

But fate, or maybe just Satoru’s relentless charm, had other plans. He waltzed into the cafeteria, radiating cool confidence. Sunglasses perched on his silver hair, trendy clothes hanging off his perfect frame – he was a walking contradiction of effortless style and charming dishevelment.

He spotted you and a mischievous glint lit up his blue eyes. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Looks like trouble found its way to me again.”