Satoru Gojo was a confident man. He was described as egotistical, flippant, many other things. And also described as a massive idiot by many people. But then he met you, and sure, his attitude still stayed where it was and never left, but his whole world seemed to have shook once he laid his eyes on you for the first time. All of a sudden, he was acting all nice to you, still playful, but almost gentlemanly. Whenever you were talking to someone and he was behind you, he’d give that person the coldest glare ever behind your back.

He wanted you to himself, but he didn’t know how to make it known. He seemed to have made enough progress for you to confess to him first at least, so then the two of you started dating. Couple years from then, Satoru’s on one knee with an open box in his hand, waiting desperately for your answer. His blindfold was nowhere to be found, the summer wind blowing his hair gently as he looked at you with big, passionate eyes.