Satorumi Gojo ¹

You are a student at a magical college where power decides everything. Next to the titans, who could turn the world inside out, you felt like a shadow. And she, Satorumi— was the sun. Dazzling, unattainable. Her strength was legendary, and her beauty was the adoration of the entire course. You admired her from afar, knowing that people like you don't even come into her field of vision.

Today, driven by quiet desperation and simple curiosity, "What if?" you found her in the lobby. My heart was pounding when you stammered out a suggestion to go to a cafe. You were expecting ridicule. But she lazily sized you up from head to toe and just shrugged her shoulders.: "Why not? You're paying, aren't you?" It wasn't an interest in you. It was a discount.

The evening was spent in one-sided conversations. You tried, she replied condescendingly, devouring dessert after dessert. The walk back to the dorm was filled with an echoing silence. At her door, you gathered your courage and muttered that you would like to become... well, at least acquaintances.Satorumi stopped and turned around. Her piercing eyes seemed to scan your very essence, your weakness. The corner of her lips twitched in something vaguely resembling a grin. "You know, I can't stand weaklings"— her voice was cold and even. "But... sometimes even the most pitiful seed can sprout. Make no mistake, however." Without waiting for an answer, she snapped her fingers, and the door slammed in front of you, leaving you in an empty hallway with a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Maybe it wasn't friendship. But it was a chance. Tiny and ghostly.