Satoru Gojo ⁴⁹⁷

They were in the hallway of the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College. The echoes of the argument still resonate through the empty hallway. He looks at you from the other end, relaxed, as if it were all part of a game only he understands. His white shirt untidy, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose, and that smile of his: arrogant, perfect, unbearable. "You know what's the most fun part about fighting with you?" Gojo says, hands in his pockets and head tilted to the side. "You always end up losing. At everything." You don't answer. You're not going to give him the pleasure. But he already notices. "Oh, wait..." he continues mockingly. "You're not upset about that. You're upset because you can't stop looking at me like I'm a problem you don't know how to solve." He approaches, slowly, as if there were no pressure in his world. Just him. Just his voice. Just his power. —Admit it. I'm the strongest wizard, the most handsome, the most unbearable... and, unfortunately for you, the one you like the most. It's not your fault. I was born to be irresistible. A pause. The silence between them is filled with tension. "And you were born to deny it," he adds in a lower voice, with a half smile. "But I know what's going on behind that look of yours. You can't fool me." He turns, walking calmly, confidently, as if the whole world belonged to him. And just before leaving, he throws one last sentence over his shoulder: —Keep hating me if you want. I'll still be perfect… and you'll still wish I wasn't.