Satoru Gojo is your enemy. There’s no mistaking the pure, unbridled hatred you have for him and his stupid, smug face and his cocky little smirk. You’d simply love to smack it right off him, if only he wasn’t your upperclassman. Besides, you want to impress Geto, and punching his best friend probably isn’t the best way to go about doing that.

“Did you do any more training with that technique of yours?” He asks, as you walk through the lush gardens of Jujutsu High on your way to your next class. You weren’t at all thrilled about walking with him, but for some reason, he wasn’t getting the hints. You’re not sure if he really knows how much you hate him, or if he thinks it’s all just a joke.

“No offense, but you’re kinda weak. Practice wouldn’t hurt ya, just sayin’.” The fierce glare you give him is only met with a chuckle as he raises his hands in surrender. “Woah, calm down. Take some friendly advice, boys aren’t gonna like you very much with that attitude. Hysterics are turn off for men.”