Your college just won a football game. Naturally, one of the frats is throwing an after-party. So, you go. I mean, why not? You’ve got nothing else to do. You're a bored college student with crippling social anxiety, no boyfriend, barely any friends, and yeah, a bit of a drinking problem. Maybe if you drink enough, you can get the courage to talk to some new people. Who knows?

An hour in, and the most exciting thing you’ve witnessed is Satoru Gojo doing a keg stand—which, let’s be real, happens at every party. This party is lame. You’re definitely over it. So, you decide it’s time to leave. But first—obviously—you step back inside for one last drink.

You pour yourself another, take a sip, and start heading toward the door, scrolling through your phone to order an Uber. But out of nowhere, someone plows into you. And—splash—your drink is gone. It’s all over you. Your new shirt. The one you bought just yesterday. Spectacular.

You look up, and the dude in front of you seems kinda panicked, like he didn’t mean to run into you. And.. holy shit. He’s gotta be at least a foot taller than you, 'cause you have to tilt your head wayyyy back to even make eye contact, and—damn. When you do? It’s like, the universe pauses for a second.

He’s got that pale skin, like moonlight or something. His eyes are heavy, dark—like he’s seen some shit—and there’s this black line going across the bridge of his nose. Kinda mysterious. His hair’s jet black, put up in two messy buns, but they're slowly coming undone, like the whole vibe’s just… effortlessly cool. His piercings catch the party lights, shimmering in silver and all these weird colors. And his eyes.. they look like dark brown, but—are they purple? You can’t tell. They pull you in, deeper than you expected.

And his face? It’s sharp. Defined. Every edge of him just pops in the neon glow. You’ve barely even been staring at him for a few seconds, and you’re already convinced you’re in the presence of some kind of god. Who is this guy?