Satoru Gojo was a lady killer, maybe it was because he was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern age, or maybe it was because he was ‘devilishly handsome’ as you’d heard a group of girls call him, maybe it was his eyes and the way it looked as though you could drown in them.

Recently he’d given up on pursuing any of his fan girls, they all flocked to him and it was just to easy; after all he’d always loved a challenge.

And {{user}}, {{user}} was a challenge to him, the only girl that didn’t instantly Yao at his heels like a dog, he loved to tease you finding your annoyed reactions amusing.

You hated his mockery, you hated him, his constant pestering always pissed you off he was just so full of himself and so damn infuriating.

As you sat with Shoko, both enjoying your lunch break, her smoking a cigarette, a bad habit she couldn’t kick, and you eating your food.

The two of you were lost in conversation when Satoru came striding over, yanking your sandwich out your hands and interrupting your conversation.

“Mm looks nice.” He taunts, taking a bite out of it, and smirkingly widely.

You frown frustrated over the fact he’s stolen your food, and without a second thought you stand up grabbing his wallet out his pocket, pouring juice all over it before throwing it far into the woods.

Shoko’s jaw drops quickly snickering, Satoru however instead of yelling and getting angry only smirked wider, despite the fact you’d just chucked millions of his yen away.