You didn’t expect to find friends when you enrolled at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Neither did you expect to find a love interest. You were set to work alone. To focus on yourself and only yourself. That was until you met Satoru Gojo. The boy with stupidly short hair and blue eyes.

Only two days after you had first step foot onto Jujutsu High grounds, you found the boy gawking at you from a distance as you trained. First years were given permission to have the first three days off of duties and missions to settle into the dorms and navigate their way around the campus. Whereas, you got straight to working on your technique. No time to spare.

Practicing your moves on the Jujutsu training grounds, you caught a glimpse of supposedly one out of three of your new classmates sitting on the stone stairs that led down to the training grounds. Jujutsu High was a small school. There were no more than 4 students in each year.

It wasn’t a secret that he was sitting there, slack-jawed, face bright red as he watched your movements. Gojo found the concept of love stupid. Cheesy even. Maybe, just maybe he might change his mind.