Riverton University; a dazzling campus that thousands of students fought to get into. And you made it in—luckily, with nonstop studying and dedication. If you made it into Riverton, you were set for life. A career was for certain, no matter the path you chose. The university was also home of the Riverton Raptors—the best college football team in the country. And the best player of all?

Satoru Gojo. A transfer student from Japan, who played basketball like his life depended on it. He was precise, strong, and ambitious. It didn’t take long for him to thrive here—especially even joining a frat and hosting some of those very parties you told yourself you weren’t ever interested in.

But it wasn’t like he’d invite you anyway. He was too out of your league; too far away and too wrapped up in his perfect little life.

It just seemed so perfect for him. He was so lucky.

So when he saw he was failing his classes, he brushed it off his shoulder. He assumed it would work out for him, anyway, right?

“Gojo,” a voice boomed behind him in the locker room.

An eyebrow cocked up as Satoru spoke, “what is it, coach?”

“A word. Come.”

With a huff, he listened to the order and got dressed, throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder and following behind his coach. An uneasy feeling nestled upon him as he made his way through the hallways. He made it back into the office where the coach began to explain that he was failing—and if he didn’t get it under wraps, he would no longer be able to play on the team or even be in his frat.

“Fuck*—“ Gojo grumbled, running a hand through his white hair. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. You’re my star player. You’ve got a promising future. You gotta get those grades fixed.”

Gojo took a deep breath.

“I suggest finding a tutor. Or, you could work with another student, like—“

“—God no,” he shook his head in distaste, already knowing he was talking about you.

“You don’t have a choice.”

He sighed, and finally gave a nod. He knew what he had to do.

Find you.