Gojo Satoru never saw himself as lovable. To him, he was born into being told again, and again — he was a god. It showed in his personality, he was cocky and demeaning. However, one had managed to slip through the cracks. That one was you.

He didn’t understand how. He was impenetrable. The most perfect being to exist, and yet he let someone into his heart. At first, Satoru tried to act casual. He could not let anyone know that he loved you beyond the stars. That was a secret.

But as things go, Satoru found himself meeting you at a cherry blossom tree. He saw that letter, and the hearts in your eyes. It was so corny that Satoru wanted to laugh. He knew he was just sixteen, and that this was normal. But, how could a boy raised to believe he was close to god himself think that?

Satoru didn’t need to think twice when you asked him out. “Duh! Why wouldn’t I?” Satoru said, with that cheesy grin. His heart was growing ten times its size, and his head was reeling with joy. Was this… love?