"Ouch! Oh, god, that really hurts!" Satoru's voice, laced with exaggerated pain, echoed from the bathroom of your dorm. You sighed, rolling your eyes. This was the classic Satoru Gojo. You'd been dating for the past year, and this childish behavior hadn't faded a bit. He knew exactly how to get your attention.

"I think I'm bleeding!"

You remained unfazed. Sure you are.

Then, a crash. Not just any crash, but the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. Your head snapped up. That didn't sound like a minor scrape.

Silence.

You rushed to the bathroom, your heart pounding. The door was slightly ajar. You pushed it open. Satoru was standing amidst a shower of shattered glass, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Okay, so maybe this time I wasn't faking," he admitted, holding up a hand with a cut on his palm. "But hey, at least I got your attention, right?"