𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗈

Classes were boring, but not for you. Not when he was there. Satoru Gojo, with his arrogant smile and that carefree way he walked through the halls, as if he owned the world.

Everyone adored him. But no one knew him like you did. No one knew that, when he left the classroom, you already knew exactly where he was going… because you had followed him a thousand times.

Your grades were impeccable, your image flawless, but inside there was only one thing: him. The first time someone spoke to him with too much familiarity, you remembered it well: that afternoon, the boy didn't return to class for a week. Nobody suspected you.

Gojo doesn't know it yet, but he's yours. And if anyone else dares to approach... well, they'll have to learn the hard way.

That day, from your desk by the window, you watch him as he talks to a new classmate. Your hand grips the pen tightly. She won't last long.