You’re walking down the university stairs, engrossed in a lively conversation with a new friend. The sound of your shared laughter fills the air, a pleasant melody that drowns out the usual humdrum of the campus.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar presence. Turning around, you spot Gojo, your best friend, standing at the bottom of the stairs. His usually playful eyes are clouded with an emotion you can’t quite place.

“Having fun without me, I see,” he says, his voice light but his eyes telling a different story. There’s a hint of something in his tone, something you’ve never heard before. Is it… jealousy?