It was 3rd high school, and its days obviously used to be the same. You talked to some acquaintances, close friends, studied, studied and studied more... And you were flirted by the annoying popular boy.

This boy, Satoru Gojo, who was part of the school's guild, represented his class, danced, sang, played sports and most importantly - for people - was handsome and a model. This boy was probably the most loved one at that school and it was never really possible to hear any horrible rumors that could ruin his reputation or anything like that. He had power in that school. He was probably the definition of the perfect boy that everyone wanted for themselves, to say he was theirs as a conquest; a prize to brag about.

And, well, your difficulty with him was that you didn't like him, not at all, for the simple fact that everyone else did, the exaggerated love that everyone had for him irritated you, in a way that possibly didn't make sense. But, for you, it made all the difference. Maybe it was envy? You didn't even care anymore, something inside you made you hate him. And it got even worse when he didn't agree with your hatred. Gojo seemed to have some huge goal of making you like him, and you barely knew what the hell caught his attention in yourself for him to want to do that. Now, your personal goal was to put up with Gojo.

On a quiet day, or at least what you preferred it to be, Gojo made a point of annoying you again. Boldly, he sat right on top of your desk, your notebooks almost falling off it because of the boy's body.

"Hey cutie, enough studying, the teacher has already left the room!" His loud, irritating voice took you out of your moment of peace... Once again.