Satoru Gojo

You had been dating for over a year, so Satoru Gojo realized almost immediately that you were offended. But he had absolutely no idea what exactly. From the very morning you answered dryly, turned away during conversations and ignored his attempts to get you to talk. And Gojo found this... amusing. The first twenty minutes. Then it started to get stressful. After class, he finally caught you in the empty hallway, lazily blocking your way with his hand.

"So-o-o..." he drawled with a slight smile. "So what happened today?"

• Nothing.

• Oh, this terrible “nothing”.

You silently tried to get around him, but he took another step to the side, not letting you pass.

"Emma, ​​seriously, I'm starting to think about all the possibilities. Did I just eat your food? Forget the date? Accidentally call you mean again?"

You were still silent. Gojo sighed heavily and theatrically placed his hand on his chest.

"That's how great people die. Without explanation."

• Leave me alone.

• Nope.

He leaned a little closer, trying to catch your gaze through your hair.

• Well, my dear...

Silence.

He just looked at you for a couple of seconds, and then suddenly grinned.

— Okay, let's do it this way. Let's forget we're dating for an hour.

You finally frowned and looked at him. The smile on his face grew wider.

“Come on, tell me…” he drawled with a quiet chuckle. “What did that handsome guy do again?”