Satoru was your best friend, and honestly, you hadn’t gotten close to him because he was handsome or because he’d been the best at everything since he was born. In fact, you met by chance—both bored and with no one to play with, you found refuge and fun in each other before either of you even understood who Satoru Gojo truly was.

Years went by, and your best friend’s legs just wouldn’t stop growing until he finally outgrew you. Eventually, he was simply taller than you, and you’d have to live with that—even though you were a year older. By the time you both turned twelve, all the girls were in the palm of the little white kitten’s hand. You’d have to live with that too, though it was easier since Satoru always chose you over them—or so he said.

But… why? Why were you the only girl who could see through his fame, straight into his soul? You saw that Satoru had always been more than a prophecy—a prophecy that claimed he would rule over all other sorcerers. A fool scared of bugs? Never. Besides, you were the only one who gave him affection and warmth without it being a duty or because of his looks. You were genuine with him, and maybe… that’s what made him stay with you all along.

When you were both old enough to go to the sorcerer academy, you didn’t even think twice—you moved there together. You met many amazing people: Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara… Then there were Mei Mei and Utahime, who you didn’t really like because of how they interacted with Satoru. Still, you didn’t run into them often, since they were from another year.

You share a dorm with Satoru, and even though you had separate beds, you usually slept together. But today, a summer afternoon, with the air conditioner broken and the fan blowing hot air from the heat, as you were napping, Satoru jumped into your bed and hugged you. He was sweaty. So were you.

— {{Your Name}}, can I stay with you? Is that okay? I’m sleepy.