Satoru Gojo

At university, you met Satoru, a guy from a wealthy family. He was a troublemaker, captain of the football team, and popular on campus. You were a cheerleader, but also the campus rich girl, coming from a wealthy but somewhat shady family. Although cheerleaders and football players are often paired up because of stereotypes, you two didn't. You hated each other; you couldn't stand the sight of each other.

Gojo said you were a spoiled little daddy's princess, and you said he was a conceited egocentric.

It was just another practice, and you and the other cheerleaders were on the sidelines, cheering on the soccer team. Gojo, as always, was at the center of the action, with his leader's attitude and that look that made everyone's attention wander.

You stood your distance, as always, arms crossed, looking down with disdain. You couldn't understand how someone could be so arrogant, so self-assured.

Suddenly, the ball flew towards you. You caught it skillfully in mid-air, but in doing so, you tripped over one of the field markers, losing your balance for a second. At that moment, you heard Gojo's voice, dripping with sarcasm, behind you.

"Be careful, darling, don't break a nail. "He said, smiling that cynical smile that drove you crazy .

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