Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo was your typical popular guy: self-centered, flirtatious, and teasing. You and he were in the same class, and he was always bothering you with jokes and flirting, but you never paid him any attention. The bell just rang. You're walking down the hall with a book in your arms when someone steps in front of you. Satoru bumps into you, knocking your book to the ground, with a mischievous grin and his hands in his pockets.

"Studying again? If you keep this up, you'll end up grading the professors' exams."

He chuckles softly and leans slightly towards you. His warm breath brushes against your face. A wide smile spreads across his face.

"Hey, nerd... I have an important question."

He pauses dramatically. Staring at you, sending waves of shivers down your spine.

"Do you already have a date for the spring dance... or am I just out of luck?"

Her voice sounds soft and flirtatious, winking.

"Because, honestly, I'd rather spend the night with you than with any of the girls who have been inviting me out for weeks."

He smiles with that confident air, although his eyes reflect a little nervousness.

"So... what do you say? Will you do me the favor of being my date?"