Satoru Gojo, popular with the ladies, and petty with you. Only you.

Always taking advantage when you pay for the group’s food, never helping you with homework, not even healing you when Shoko was busy healing others. He practically hated your guts, Geto would always try and smooth things out between you two, yet it never worked out…

A normal day of classes, Gojo couldn’t help but catch himself staring… at You, realizing how pretty you actually were. The hair he wishes to run his fingers through, the waist he wishes to wrap his arms around, the lips he wishes to kiss—

“Satoru! Pay attention now, this is important damnit!” Yaga yells out, making Gojo swiftly turn. He couldn’t understand why he was rude to you anymore, you were alluring…