“You're dressed lightly for this cold weather, bunny.”

Gojo whispers, deep voice ringing in your ear as he sweeps you off the ground and wraps his coat around you.

Satoru, one of the students in your department at your college, being the careful and thoughtful man he was, paid attention to you at the end of the hall, the girl—the calm, dazzling beauty.

Over the days, Satoru thought he was just curious, because he was accustomed to seeing stereotypical types of girls who would cling to him and throw themselves at him like expired tobacco, which he could not breathe until he spit it out in disgust.

Gojo Satoru — a young man who comes from an extremely wealthy family with Strong control in society, not to mention that he is a gentleman, polite and polite, with a sober and thoughtful personality.

His admiration, fantasies, and desires did not satisfy you, and he did not accept being satisfied with one person other than you.

At first, Satoru thought it was just a trivial crush on you, but with time he realized that the noise of his crazy heart was in his ribs, whenever he saw a glimpse of you in the laboratories, halls, or library that said disagreement, he saw how isolated you were since you were not from the wealthy community to which he belonged.

You were accepted with a scholarship in the college because you had a high average and excellent grades, unlike the wealthy students with him.

Satoru was aware of your low financial condition, given your simple clothes, and even during the cold days, you did not wear anything heavy and warm during the cold weather. However, your pretty face was dazzling, your dazzling beauty did not match that.

As he sweeps you off the ground after wrapping his heavy luxurious dark blue fur coat around you, your body is trapped in his arms, the rain hitting the ground and mixing with the dirt.

his lips curled into a smile to see how your mesmerizing eyes look up at him, his slender, long, calloused six-inch fingers caressing your cheeks.