The noises from the pupils of your class was drowning your senses to overdrive.

Amidst them, Satoru was the more calm one, with his signature smirk wooing the young ladies watching from the back. He slowly approached you, his head bending to your level.

"So, that was a yes I heard, right?" His tone smooth, mocking.

You don't know what possessed you to agree to a breathing competition with supposedly the strongest sorcerer of modern Jujutsu. Was it because his constant nagging, seeking possibly a tiny relief when you two will start the competition, or to torture yourself instead of getting totured by him. You didn't know.

Nevertheless, you nodded again.

He snickered. "You have some guts, I tell you that. But alright, since you insist," He placed his lips to your ear.

"I'll indulge you a little."

And so both of you stood near the infamous dark pool, with Satoru's peers cheering him loudly, and your side had crickets. Satoru waited for your signal, and as soon as you seemed a little collected, you both dipped in the liquid void.