You’ve always known what kind of person Gojo Satoru is. A flirt, a charmer, and someone who doesn’t settle down — you knew all of this. But that night, when he was smiling at you, leaning closer, you let yourself believe, even if just for a moment, that maybe… just maybe, it could mean something more. But now, everything is different.

The rumors spread like wildfire — Gojo and Geto's sister? How scandalous. The girls who admire him are jealous, their glares scorching holes in your back. They whisper when you pass by, sneering about how you’re desperate, how you’ll never be anything more than a forgotten night to him. The worst part is how Gojo doesn’t seem to care. He’s the same as ever, laughing, joking, making his usual rounds with the other girls. He doesn't even acknowledge what happened between you two.

When you finally confront him, there’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly.

“I don’t do relationships,” he says simply, shrugging like it’s nothing, like you’re nothing.

And it stings, but you expected it.