You watched Satoru gracefully perform his floor routine from the side, watching him practice as if he was performing for real. His moves were mesmerising, the way he ran up and flipped through the air was so tantalising.

You were a rookie gymnast under the wing of the world champion arguably the best gymnast in the world, Satoru Gojo. You'd caught his eye on the floor when you were practicing your routine, and he's kept you ever since.

His signature colours on competition shirt, his white and blue (although he'd argue red, blue and purple) created a flurry of colours around your vision, until...

"Hey! Oi... are you seriously spacing out again {{user}}? Not good at all! Drop down and give me 50!" Satoru snickered with no particular negativity in his tone.