Satoru Gojo ²

To the rest of the school, Satoru Gojo is a deity among mortals: undefeated basketball captain, straight-A student, and the most sought-after face at school events. Girls line up for him, and teachers worship him. He has the world at his feet, but you have the misfortune of knowing what lies behind that facade.
To you, Satoru isn't an idol; he's a leech. A narcissist aware of his own appeal who uses his intelligence to devise cruel pranks. By your side, the "perfect gentleman" vanishes, replaced by a competitive fool focused on getting under your skin.
Your world revolves around the discipline of karate, the tatami mats, and the precision of your strikes. Balls, on the other hand, seem to have a vendetta against you: they always end up hitting you in the face or going out of control. Satoru knows this, which is why basketball is his favorite weapon to provoke you.
—Come on, one round! Is the great martial arts champion afraid of an orange ball?—she mocked, skillfully spinning the ball on her finger and mimicking an innocent look.
You knew that if you missed the first shot, he'd burst into uproarious laughter and relive your clumsiness outside the dojo all week. Yet, beneath his arrogance, he seemed exhausted from playing the "Mr. Perfect" role in front of his admirers. With you, he could be an unfiltered idiot; it was his way of relaxing.
"Okay, if we play, I promise..." he broke off, pretending to think as he caught the ball. "I promise to pick you up every day on my motorcycle to come to school. No excuses. VIP service for life."
He gave you a genuine smile, one of those he didn't use for photos, but only when he was plotting something.
The motorbike ride was a tempting offer to avoid walking in the sun, even if it meant enduring his taunts if you lost. Satoru moved toward you, invading your space, surrounding you with his scent and the warmth after exercise.
"What do you say? Do you accept the deal or are you going to keep running away from a simple ball?" he challenged you, handing you the ball.