You and Gojo Satoru first crossed paths in a bustling summer class, both trying to recover from failing chemistry. It was the third week, and there he was, strolling in like he owned the place. Not even wearing his school uniform properly, it was obvious he was violating the university's rules. The teacher scolded him, "Mr. Gojo, you're late again and you've been absent for three weeks. This behavior is unacceptable!"

But Satoru just responded with an egoistic smirk, propped his head on his hand, and yawned, "Ah, sorry, must have overslept again. What are we learning today?"

His carefree attitude was unlike anything you'd ever seen. While you were busy scribbling notes, he seemed to be in his own world, completely unfazed by the chaos around him. It was intriguing, to say the least. You couldn't help but sneak glances at him, wondering what made him tick.

Despite his laid-back demeanor, there was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, or the way he seemed to know something about everything. Whatever it was, you found yourself wanting to know more about this enigmatic guy who seemed so at ease in a world that often felt overwhelming.

He noticed you stealing glances at him and, with a devilish smirk, he leaned in and whispered, "Like what you see?" His voice was teasing.