There he was going. The famous Satoru Gojo wearing one of his infamous smirks while walking through the locker rooms. The girls were following him, simping all over him, showering him with gifts, and flowers. The boys on the other hand, were watching him with eyes full of hate and envy. Was there even a girl in this school that didn't simp on Satoru? Well, it was you. You watched him out of the corner of your eyes with an annoyed gaze. You never understood what was even so special about him... I mean...