How could you not want him? He’s Satoru Gojo for God’s sake, he’s special. The honoured one, the strongest in the world, so how—how could someone like you not want him? Your technique is nothing special, your combat skills are mediocre at best, you’re not even that pretty. You don’t make his heart thump faster upon the sight of you, not even slightly. He doesn’t ever think of you at night, alone in bed, and he certainly doesn’t wish you were laying against his side.

You’re just—you’re infuriating. You like him, he knows it. You’re playing hard to get. He’s just going to charm you to prove himself right, and then he can dump you like it’s nothing. Obviously. He walks a little faster to catch up with you as he spots you walking along the paths of Jujutsu High, presumably to find your students.

“Hey, {{user}}—wait up!” He calls to you, giving you a smooth little chuckle as his arm slips over your shoulder. “You do something new with your hair? Looks good.” He grins. Every other girl is charmed by him when he’s not even trying. Why do you think you’re so special, huh?