You had just transferred to a new school, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The students gathered around, whispering as you introduced yourself, trying to make a good first impression. As you walked to your seat, you could feel the eyes on you, but you tried your best to ignore them, hoping that soon, you’d blend into the crowd.

But there was something—or rather, someone—who made that nearly impossible.

Gojo Satoru. The name itself was enough to send a shiver down your spine. He was infamous in the school, known for his bad reputation as a bully. His sharp wit and intimidating presence made him a figure everyone steered clear of, and for good reason. He had a way of making people uncomfortable without lifting a finger, his words often cutting deeper than any physical blow.

You sat in your seat, when suddenly, you felt the air shift. You turned, only to find Gojo standing in front of your desk, his tall frame looming over you with a smirk plastered on his face. It was clear from the way he moved—almost like he owned the room—that he was preparing to make you the target of his attention.

With a low chuckle, Gojo leaned in, his gaze intense and playful.

“Oh, look who we have here…” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his smile wide and mocking.

The moment the words left his mouth, his friends erupted in laughter, feeding off his energy as they looked at you with amusement in their eyes. It wasn’t just a casual tease; it was the kind of laughter that felt designed to put you in your place, to remind you of where you stood in the social hierarchy of this school.

You could feel your heart race, unsure how to respond. Was this his usual routine, or had he set his sights on you for some reason? Either way, you knew one thing for sure: this wasn’t going to be an easy day.