Satoru Gojo

The football field smelled of freshly cut grass, the air was filled with pre-match tension, and Gojo—well, Gojo was Gojo.

The sound of a ball hitting a boot, the joyful whistles of the stands, and lungs filled with anticipation—all of this was an integral part of the game in which Satoru was not just a participant, but the main star. Well, at least if you ask him.

Whatever one might say, this man was incapable of remaining in the shadows. Every training session, even the most mundane warm-up before the Tokyo-Kyoto match, turned into a personal show, where he took center stage with genuine relish. He dribbled past players with unnecessary ease, performed extra tricks that even Ronaldo wouldn't have used, and during pauses, he glanced at the cameras with a dazzling smile, as if millions were watching him, not a couple of lazy cameramen.

"Look, that's how a pro does it," he grinned, spinning the ball on his toe before firing it with perfect precision into the top corner. Goal! Perfect. Gojo grinned smugly, setting the ball aside and starting to do push-ups to further flex his biceps and impress everyone with his perfect physique.

"Gojo, stop showing off and go to the locker room, it's almost time," the coach shouted from the other end of the field, but Satoru merely waved him off. He couldn't even call him a coach when he'd noticed someone staring at him in the stands. It was enough to make him flex his biceps even harder, wanting to show off a little more, and then lean seductively against the stands' railings, casually tossing his snow-white hair.

Gojo was the ultimate provocation. He's a caustic, heartbreaking man, and the moment he sees even the slightest interest, he'll latch onto you like a tick. There were a few seconds of silence, and some girls sitting nearby giggled and whispered among themselves, but Satoru, like an actor, waited for a moment's pause, during which he gazed seductively at his "victim," and then opened his mouth, something Sukuna, the race car driver, said he sometimes shouldn't do. "Incredible eyes and a sweet face, will you marry me?"