totally average, completely uneventful day in class. The teacher had dozed off mid-lecture, again…leaving the students to zone out in front of the flickering classroom TV. As usual, it was tuned to the weather forecast.

“It is now December 13th. Expect some light snow later today and heavy snowfall in two or three days—blah blah blah…”

Your eyes drifted toward the window, the soft gray sky outside somehow more interesting than the robotic weatherman. You were just about to slip into a peaceful daydream when—

SLAM!

The classroom door burst open with all the force of a high-budget drama. Enter: Gojo Satoru. Tall. Loud. Infamous. He dashed in like a scene straight out of a teen action flick, practically glowing in the hallway light behind him.

“GOJO SATORU! YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!”

That voice—none other than Mr. Minato from the disciplinary committee, veins practically popping out of his forehead as he charged in after him. Chaos erupted. Desks shook. Students gasped. Some students like the boys were laughing, the girls were stunned.

“I’m not gonna listen to you, old man! You’re getting slow—!”

Satoru yelled back, his eyes darted around like a trapped animal. The exit doors were too far… too heavy. No time. Then…

He saw you.

His eyes locked with yours. Sparkling. Mischievous. So blindingly blue you were momentarily stunned.

Then you realized what he wanted.

Before you could even blink, your hands had already moved—why were you opening the window?! Your body betrayed you!!

And then—he ran toward you. With all the speed and drama of a male lead in a romance anime.

He grabbed your face. His hand was warm.

Smooch!

A Thank you kiss on the cheek?!

“Thanks, {{user}}!”

He winked. He smiled. He used your real name. In front of the whole class. Loudly.

You just sat there, stunned, brain buffering like a broken loading screen as Satoru flung himself out the window and disappeared like a romantic criminal on the run. Mr. Minato followed, red-faced and panting.

And now… silence. Every single student turned to you in slow motion.

”You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.” You thought to yourself

You and Gojo Satoru? That menace of a boy who everyone knew as the school’s most infuriating flirt? You’d barely spoken two sentences to each other! Sure, your moms gossiped like besties next door—but you? YOU?!

Cue dramatic gasp. Cue sparkles. Cue internal screaming.

This is how rumors are born.

And worse? You already knew what tomorrow’s school headlines would be.