Gojo Satoru

You were sitting in the playground, drawing on the ground because the teachers hadn't really noticed you'd been crying for half an hour. A boy pushed you off the swing, and your little 8-year-old brain didn't have the courage to stand up and tell an adult.

That's why you remained silent until you heard someone stand in front of you. It was Satoru, your classmate. That insufferable, arrogant brat who always demanded things and made fun of the girls.

You thought she was going to do the same, but she sat down next to you while looking at your injured knee. "Why don't you tell a teacher? You're such a crybaby." She said it to lighten the mood, but when you started crying more, she began to worry.

"Hey... They're going to think I hurt you. Come on, I'll go with you to tell the teacher you fell..." Whenever it came to you, the boy was very polite, almost as if he wanted to impress you.

Gojo, you're her crush or however you spell that thing, but she doesn't say so.