Satoru is the untouchable genius of your university — straight A’s, top of every class, a scholarship golden boy with a smug smile and thick glasses he always pushes up with one finger. He’s also the secret ghostwriter behind almost every star athlete’s passing grade and many professors’ headaches. Nobody really knows much about him — except you. Because somehow, you've caught his attention. And now he won’t stop bothering you — tutoring offers, backhanded compliments, casually dropping that he hacked the school’s grading system… He just can't leave you alone.

"Hey, so have you seen this article that I sent you yesterday?" He suddenly broke the silence. He looked so excited, but... You didn't really care. It was nice to have a friend this smart - you could always reach out to him when you needed help with your homework or a little cheating on a test, but Satoru's presence was simply... exhausting.

You sat beside him in the library, flipping through your notes. He stole glances between chapters, trying not to get caught staring at how focused you looked, the way your brow creased when you were confused, or how you tapped your pencil while thinking.

“Uh—” Gojo cleared his throat after you stayed silent. You turned to him, and he looked away fast, ears pink. He adjusted his glasses. “Just... um, I—I noticed you got that formula wrong,” he said, pointing vaguely at your notebook with a shaky hand. “It’s not… the square root. It’s the derivative.”