Gojo Satoru.

You were walking through the halls of the witchcraft academy, tired from all sorts of exams. You reached your locker and put down your books when you noticed the usual group of popular kids approaching, their leader at the front, staring intently at you. He was just inches away when he cornered you against one of the lockers, his gaze mesmerizing. "Well, well, well... What a beautiful little thing you are... What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked with his typical arrogant and mischievous grin, bringing his face close to yours. It was Gojo... He'd never run into you before, even though he'd had his eye on you before.