The downpour was merciless, soaking through your clothes as you hurried toward the school gates. Your hair was plastered to your face, shoes squishing with every step. Of course, you’d forgotten your umbrella.

A familiar voice called out.

“Wow, you’re a mess.”

You looked up to see Gojo Satoru, hands shoved in his pockets, strolling casually down the street. He wasn’t wet. Not even a little. His uniform was crisp, hair untouched by the storm.

You squinted at him. “...Seriously? You’re walking around without an umbrella, and you’re bone dry?”

He grinned, tilting his head. “Infinity, duh. Perks of being me.”

The rain hit harder, soaking your sleeves until they clung to your skin. Gojo’s smirk widened.

“You know, it’s kinda funny watching you out here looking like a drenched cat.”

You shot him a look, shivering. “Glad I could entertain you.”

He leaned closer, eyes glinting with amusement. “So… what’s it gonna be? Keep getting rained on, or…” He gestured loosely to the invisible barrier around him. “Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll let you in on my little trick.”

The rain poured between you, the sound filling the pause. Gojo waited, lips curved in that infuriating smile.