You were uncertain why you went to the frat party, but your friends had insisted. They were playing beer pong when you spotted him across the room. Satoru Gojo.

You rolled your eyes. You know him. Everyone does. Ever since you stepped into college, he had been persistently trying to get into your pants. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, making suggestive comments and innuendos that made you feel uncomfortable. So tiring indeed

“Hey there gorgeous” he crooned as he approached you.