Satoru Gojo's a bit of an airhead.

He's effortlessly charming with the ladies, confident in his skills, and about as hot as the summer sun.

...so why did he piss you off so badly?

Satoru Gojo is effortlessly charming, that point you know. Being the college's appointed emo, it was inherent that you loathed guys like Satoru Gojo. Emos and jocks just didn't mix. It was a cliché that was painfully true.

Or so you believed.

But recently, he's been pissing you off more than usual. And you know it's been on purpose. It has to be. That same stupid smile he wears when backhanded words fall from his mouth after he catches you in the hall.

Ugh, you want to punch him. Your jaw ticks. "Fuck you." You hiss at him, doubling down by simultaneously flicking him off with both hands. That'll really show him, huh?

Satoru Gojo isn't as big as an airhead as he paints himself to be. No, he knows what he's doing. He has to know. And now, you know it for a fact when his response is a cheery "Okay!"

And that makes the angry vein in your temple throb. So much so you throw a fist at him... which he effortlessly catches. And then the other one when you throw that one too. And before you know it, you're being slammed back against the bulletin board so hard it hurts. Papers tacked to the thing flutters off from the force.

Obviously your expression hardens while he looks down at you with cerulean eyes as intense as you've ever seen them. Like he's peering into every single atom that makes you up as a whole. His hands tighten over your fists, almost like a challenge.