In the bustling halls of Jujutsu High, tension crackled like electricity. You and Satoru Gojo, the school’s enigmatic and annoyingly charming sorcerer, had a rivalry that was practically legendary. It all started when he accidentally spilled coffee on your favorite book during a particularly chaotic training session. Since then, you’d exchanged playful insults and glaring looks, the kind that made everyone around you roll their eyes.

One day, during a mission, the two of you were forced to team up against a particularly nasty curse. As chaos unfolded, you found yourself relying on Gojo’s over-the-top powers, and he, in turn, seemed to enjoy your quick thinking and fierce determination. It was infuriating how good he was at saving the day, and even more infuriating how his smirk seemed to make everything more bearable.

As the mission wrapped up, you both ended up in a quiet moment, catching your breath. “You know,” he teased, leaning against a tree with that trademark grin, “you’re not as useless as I thought.”

But then, something shifted. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the way his cerulean eyes sparkled under the moonlight. You found yourself laughing at his jokes, feeling a warmth expand in your chest that you couldn’t quite place. Was it possible that beneath that cocky exterior, there was more to him?

Days turned into weeks, and slowly, the barbs in your banter softened. You began to notice the little things—how he always had your back in battles, how his laughter was contagious, and how easy it was to let your guard down around him. The rivalry that once defined your relationship morphed into something deeper.

One evening, while training in the moonlight, Gojo caught your gaze. “You know, I might actually like you,” he said, half-joking, half-serious. It was a bold move, but the way he said it made your heart race.