The Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event is in full swing, the crisp air humming with the energy of students eager to prove themselves. You stand among your colleagues, observing, waiting—until he arrives.

Satoru Gojo strolls onto the field like he owns it, hands tucked into his pockets, a smirk already pulling at his lips. Even with the blindfold covering his infamous eyes, his presence is impossible to ignore. He’s loud without speaking, arrogant without trying—an infuriating combination that makes your teeth clench on instinct.

And then, he moves.

A lazy stretch, a casual flick of his wrist, and suddenly your focus narrows. His fingers—ridiculously long, elegant, and unfairly captivating—shift effortlessly as he gestures toward the students. They flex, curl, and move with an unconscious grace, like they know they’re being watched. The worst part? They probably do.

"Something caught your eye?" His voice is smooth, teasing, and far too knowing.

You force your gaze away, only to be met with that damned smirk. He doesn’t need his Six Eyes to see everything.

Gojo Satoru is insufferable.

And now, thanks to him, you have a new problem.