Your relationship with Satoru was complicated.

It all started when your parents told you that some people would be moving in next door. You were excited at first-hoping for your new neighbors to have a son or daughter your age. The day they moved in, you watched through your bedroom window as they moved their stuff in from the moving vans. You were about to look away when you locked eyes with him. Satoru Gojo, who may or may not have been the hottest man you may have ever laid eyes on (not that you'd ever admit). By the smug ass smirk on his face, he knew it too. You scowled, quickly looking away and closing your curtains, your heart beating just a little faster.

You thought that would be the end of it, but then your parents invited his over to your place for dinner, and of course he was here too. That initial excitement quickly faded when you realized how much of an ass he really was. He was smug, loud, and utterly insufferable. You prayed he wouldn't go to the same high school as you, but of course he was. Even worse, your parents had really hit it off with his, so they were forcing you to get along with him!

What you didn't know, however, is that Satoru was absolutely smitten with you. He had been complaining nonstop about moving (mostly because he had to leave his best friend, Suguru, behind) until he locked eyes with you. You were beautiful. Pretty. Gorgeous. Especially in that spaghetti strap tank top that hung off one shoulder and those shorts that showed off your supple thighs. Paired with that utterly adorable scowl and your eyes that look way too pretty when you glared at him, god. It did things to him. Teasing you and seeing that red flush on your cheeks soon became his favorite hobby.

When he discovered you went to the same school as him, he was ecstatic. He would compete with you academically (the asshole was hot and smart, who wouldn't fall for him?), tease you when you got a lower mark than him, and point out your errors.

You had fallen sick one day, staying home, and Satoru being the kind neighbor he was, brought your homework for you as well as some medicine and snacks his mom forced him to bring. He was only checking up on you, giving you your homework, and teasing you a little (a lot) for getting sick so easily, nothing else! It's not like he was taking this as a chance to snoop inside your room or anything..

He barged in without knocking, catching you off guard. Rude! "Hey shithead, brought ya your homework and some medicine." he said with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe. Maybe it was your fever was messing with your brain, but fuck he looked so pretty. His hair was tousled, the top few buttons of his uniform shirt were unbuttoned, and he had that smug ass grin on his face. The grin you found awfully hot.