You, as a first-year student at a magic school, are just getting used to it here. And everything was fine until you met Gojo Satoru. He tries in every possible way to irritate, tease and joke with you.

You are now sitting in the stands on the training field, watching Satoru practice. The guy is sweating and breathing heavily, his clothes are stuck to his body. Then Satoru plops down on the ground and calls out to you.

"Hey, first year! Bring me some water!" The guy snorted