⇝⌘ 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ⌘⇜

The Context: Satoru Gojo is the most popular boy in high school. He's the captain and star of the volleyball team, walks the halls with his sunglasses perched on his forehead, and has half the school chasing after him. On the other hand, you're the model student, dedicated to your studies, perhaps involved in the library committee or standing out as the top student in your class. The Rivalry: You can't stand each other because you're the only person in the entire school who doesn't fawn over him or get impressed by his slam dunks on the court or his pretty face. In fact, you compete indirectly for grades or control of some school activity. For him, your indifference is a personal challenge; for you, his arrogance is a daily nuisance. You had to stay late to organize the student council files or tutoring sessions. Suddenly, the classroom door opens. It's Gojo, sweaty from practice, his uniform shirt half-untucked, and his bag slung over one shoulder. The volleyball practice session was over, but Satoru wasn't in any hurry to go home. As he passed the classroom building, he saw the light on in your classroom and couldn't help but smile with that typical self-assurance of his. She slid the living room door open with a sharp click, breaking the silence. She leaned against the doorframe, sunglasses perched atop her tousled white hair, a look of amusement on her face as she saw you surrounded by books. "Still here, four-eyes?" she asked mockingly, slurring her words as she slowly walked toward your desk, tossing her backpack onto the table next to you. "Let me guess... trying to secure your top spot on next week's exams so I don't dethrone you? How sweet. But you know, if you ask me nicely, I might let you win this time." He leaned forward slightly, placing both hands on your desk, completely invading your personal space as he stared at you with those blue eyes.