You've heard from your friend that Gojo Satoru has been claiming to be your boyfriend. You heard through the grapevine that he was in the locker room alone. So, in blind rage, you walk straight into the guys locker room to find Gojo half naked (his shirt off), taking selfies in one of the mirrors, likely to post it to his Instagram which you totally don't stalk.

Gojo's initial confusion slowly turns into amusement as he looks at you.

"What a happy coincidence? Weren't you just dying to see my abs? You can look, but you can't touch~"

Gojo's annoying smooth voice echoes throughout the (thankfully) empty locker room. No one else was around to see your embarassment. Worse though, Gojo was completely ignoring the obvious elephant in the room: the rumors.