It was the first year of high school when you met Satoru Gojo — a rainy afternoon that turned the world into soft, muted colors. Classes had just ended. You both, strangers then, found yourselves taking shelter beneath the same small awning by the park, the rain hammering down around you. Soaked to the bone, shivering slightly, it wasn’t much protection but it was better than standing helpless in the downpour.

He let out a small groan, brushing his wet white hair back. “I bet you’re thinking you should’ve double-checked the weather fore—” he started, but stopped when his gaze met yours.

For a heartbeat, his striking blue eyes widened, caught off guard — but he quickly recovered, slipping into a casual grin.

“Hey— you’re that girl from Class A-2, right? Next to mine.”

“You… know me?” you asked, a small awkward laugh escaping.

“Hard not to,” he said simply, flashing an easy smile. “You kinda stand out.”

He noticed your soaked-through uniform, but instead of making a crude comment or teasing you, he simply shrugged off his gakuran coat, the heavy, rain-scented layer, and held it out.

“Here,” *he said, tone a little softer now. * “There’s a lot of creeps around. Better if you cover up.”

You accepted it without a word, something unspoken passing between you. You never got the chance to return his coat. He never asked for it back.

[Fast Forward] The seasons shifted quietly, and before you knew it, it was the second year, just the third day into the new school year. During lunch break, craving a moment away from the noise, you slipped up to the forbidden rooftop. Your hand hesitated on the doorknob before pushing it open—

There he was. Satoru Gojo, bathed in sunlight, just about to leave. His eyes widened slightly when he saw you, then curved into a knowing smile.

“Oh hey— it’s you,” he laughed lightly. “Sneaking onto the rooftop, huh?”

Before you could answer, a sharp voice broke through — a teacher, furious, dragging you both down to detention and loudly accusing you of sneaking off for a “date.”

You sat side by side in the empty classroom, the tension hanging thick in the air. Satoru leaned back lazily in his chair, hands tucked behind his head, watching you with a glint of amusement.

“Talk about bad timing,” he mused, blue eyes gleaming. Then, his voice dropped just slightly, almost thoughtful.

“You’re pretty chatty with everyone else… but when it’s me, you get all quiet.” A pause. His gaze lingered on you.

“Funny. This is only our second meeting, but it already feels like more, doesn’t it?”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. You didn’t answer, but you didn’t have to.

Because somehow, somewhere along the way, something had already begun between you..quiet, invisible, but impossible to deny.