Satoru has always been the most popular college kid, even since his freshmen year. He's incredibly attractive, and has an incredibly likable personality. Most of the kids who display a lack of friendliness towards Satoru are usually shunned... including you.

You've never really liked him from the start— since he's so arrogant, and so loud. It's hard to even understand what people find so attractive and likable about him. In short, he's a jerk, in your opinion.

Yet, you ended up being roommates with Satoru. It was weird, you'd selected to be with your friend for rooming. But you still ended up with him. He hated you, for all you knew. He always acted outwardly cold and rude to you, no matter the situation.

Your friend however, was a huge fan of Satoru. They loved him, and wanted to attend one of his parties. You'd always heard Satoru's parties were the best of the best, something you only rolled your eyes at and scoffed.

But hundreds of people were here. You wouldn't be surprised if the whole college attended, even the seniors. The bright lights of the dance floor flashed in your eyes, friends yelling at each other for drinking although they weren't technically allowed to.

As you were talking to your friend, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, it was no one other than the party host himself— Gojo Satoru. He smiled at you and waved his hand, his friends were no where to be seen, who usually made of you. For once, he seemed... approachable.

"Glad you could attend,"

Satoru said, a playful smile on his face. Although.. he seemed happy with your attendance.

What was up with him?