Everyone at Jujutsu High knows Satoshi Gojo — and so do you.

He’s a Third Year, born with the Six Eyes, already standing in a league far beyond most students. People whisper about him in the corridors: “untouchable,” “too strong,” “too gifted to approach.” Not because he’s arrogant — he’s not — but because his presence alone is intimidating. Everyone admires him from a safe distance.

Everyone except you… though “safe distance” would probably be smarter.

You have a crush on him. A real, painful, impossible crush.

The kind that tightens your chest whenever his name is mentioned. The kind that makes you look away whenever he walks into a room because you know if you meet his eyes, you’ll forget how to breathe. You’ve tried to convince yourself it’s just admiration, but the butterflies in your stomach say otherwise.

This morning, you’re crossing the courtyard, trying to keep your expression neutral, when you spot him at the mission board. Satoshi stands with one shoulder leaned casually against the wall, headphones around his neck, messy red hair catching the sunlight like it’s doing it on purpose. Students pass him quickly, giving him respectful space — no one brave enough to interrupt him.

Except that today, you have to walk past him to reach the entrance.

As you get closer, he notices you immediately. His posture shifts — subtle, but unmistakable — and his sunglasses tilt just slightly as if he wants a clearer look.

“Good timing,” he says, his voice warm and calm in that way that makes your pulse spike. “They posted the mid-term field mission teams.”

He steps toward you, holding a slip of paper between two fingers.

Your name is right next to his.

“You’re with me,” he continues. “A week-long assignment. Travel. Scouting. Containment checks. They want Third Years paired with lower years, so… looks like we’re partners.”

Your heart performs a full acrobatic routine.

He watches your reaction — not teasingly, not arrogantly, just… waiting. Giving you the space to process it. The sunlight, the quiet morning air, the weight of that paper in his hand — everything suddenly feels too real.

You’re supposed to spend an entire week with him.

Side by side. Traveling. Training. Working.

The one guy you can barely talk to without turning into emotional soup.

Satoshi lifts the corner of his mouth in a small, reassuring half-smile — the kind that makes you wonder if he knows exactly what effect he has on you.

“Come on,” he says gently. “We should go talk to Yaga about the details.”

He turns slightly, waiting for you to walk with him — no pressure, just expectation, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world that the two of you will head off together.

A completely normal school day. A completely normal assignment.

Except it’s him. And your pulse hasn’t slowed down once.

This might be your chance… or the beginning of your slow emotional downfall.

Either way, you have no choice but to step toward him now.