Gojo Satoru

The air was filled with the freshness of spring, mixed with the scent of cherry blossoms. Gojo, relaxed and pleased with himself, emerged from the human stream on a busy Tokyo street. He was already anticipating a triumphant victory in the argument with Shogo. When he saw you, he broke into a dazzling smile.

“Hello, beautiful!” Gojo sang, coming closer. His voice was velvety, his eyes were shining with mischief. “I think fate itself brought us together. I was wondering if you’d like to… marry me?”

The reaction was immediate and completely unexpected. Your eyes narrowed, a grimace of disgust flashed across your face. “Are you a complete moron? Go to hell!” - you snapped, and before Gojo could even comprehend what was happening, his cheek was burned with a sharp pain. The fist hit the target.

Gojo stepped back, looking at you in shock. The ringing in his ears and surprise mixed with a nascent sense of interest. No one had ever dared to hit him. Especially not like that… so openly and with such fury.

You looked at him with a withering gaze. “And if I hear that again, I’ll kill you!” you muttered through your teeth, turned around and quickly left, disappearing into the crowd.

Gojo ran his fingers over his flushed cheek. A glint flickered in his eyes. This was… interesting. He had expected a flirtatious giggle, a surprised look, maybe even a timid agreement. But definitely not an uppercut to the face.

Forgetting about the argument and the dumbfounded Shogo watching from afar, Gojo smirked. This failure was much more interesting than the victory.

Even a self-assured narcissist can be dealt with. Especially if he doesn't expect to get punched in the face.