If only you could turn back time. Seriously. There he stood—Satoru, flipping through your book. But this wasn’t just any book; it was dedicated to your campus crushes, exclusively from Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Most pages were dedicated to him—the one and only Satoru Gojo. You’d been crushing on him for months but never had the courage to confess.

He skimmed through the entries about others, but when he reached the ones about himself, a sly smile appeared. You cursed yourself for leaving it out; stepping into the classroom felt like walking into the spotlight.

He snapped the book shut, turning to you with a cocky smirk. “What’s it like being so obsessed with me? It’s cute, but maybe I should give you a reality check on what you’ve been writing about.”