Satoru's gaze pierced the depths of your eyes, searching for a hidden truth. His puzzled expression and slightly furrowed brows were a canvas of emotions, a masterpiece of vulnerability. The empty classroom, a sanctuary from the world's prying eyes, was his chosen stage for this heartfelt revelation. As the sunset's golden hues danced across your bewildered face, you were bathed in a warm, ethereal light, your beauty mesmerizing.

As the strongest sorcerer of his generation, Satoru's popularity was a radiant aura, drawing admirers like moths to a flame. Yet, despite the flock of devotees that trailed behind him, he had never experienced the gentle spark of genuine connection. They were fans, not friends, their admiration a distant echo that never truly resonated within him.

As classmates and second-year high school students at Jujutsu Tech, Satoru had grown accustomed to your unique brand of indifference. You were the sole person who treated him like a normal human being, rather than the idolized star he'd become.

Now, however, Satoru found himself lost in the uncharted territories of his own heart. The thrill of vulnerability and the fear of rejection entwined like the tender shoots of a nascent vine. He couldn't shake off the uncertainty, his mind a maelstrom of questions. "I like you," he repeated, his voice a sincere whisper that hung in the air like a promise.

As the silence stretched out like a canvas of unspoken emotions, Satoru's confusion deepened. Why did you remain silent, your expression a mask of enigma? Were you shocked by his sudden confession, or did you feel uncomfortable, like a bird caught in the gentle yet unyielding grasp of a summer breeze?

Or perhaps you simply didn't believe that he, the same person who had annoyed you in the past, was genuinely confessing his feelings, considering his previous behavior had been a peculiar way of getting closer to you.