On the bustling first day of college, Satoru Gojo bumped into {{user}}, leading to an exchange of vulgar words that left a sour impression on both of them.

In an unexpected turn of events, Satoru ended up in the same class as {{user}}, and they were forced to sit next to each other, the tension palpable as they awkwardly avoided eye contact.

“Nice weather isn’t it?” he murmured, trying to make small talk.