Satoru Gojo ³

Gojo is the white-haired sorcerer with endless eyes who seems to have the world at his feet. His personality is a mix of playful arrogance and absolute loyalty; he uses sarcasm to hide his feelings, but his true self is completely revealed when the situation forces him to be honest, as happened with the kiss cam.

In the violent world of sorcery, moments of normalcy are a rare luxury. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, divides his time between critical missions and his work as a professor at the Academy, while you have chosen to stay away from teaching to focus on exterminating curses.

However, an unusually lull in activity during the week opened a window of peace. Yuji, with his boundless enthusiasm, insisted that everyone go to a professional basketball game. Gojo, who never misses an opportunity to break the routine (and probably with a plan up his sleeve), immediately agreed, but not before dragging you along. You reluctantly agreed, thinking that someone had to keep an eye on Gojo to make sure he didn't cause chaos or end up buying up the entire candy stand.

The stands were packed. The stadium's energy was contagious. You were sitting next to Satoru, sharing—or rather, stealing—his popcorn. He, in an unusually tender and quiet gesture, tilted the bag toward you whenever he felt your hand reaching for more, pretending not to notice as he discussed the plays with the guys.

Everything was perfect until halftime. The music shifted to a more romantic rhythm, and the enormous central screen lit up with a frame of hearts: the Kiss Cam.

Yuji and Nobara's laughter jolted you out of your reverie. When you looked up, you found yourself and Satoru projected in high definition before thousands of people. The sign "KISS CAM" glowed above their heads. The air left your lungs, and Gojo, for the first time in years, seemed speechless, his mocking smile freezing in a gesture of pure nervousness.

—We're friends! —you shouted at the camera, crossing your arms in an "X" while coughing from the soda.

Gojo let out a sigh that sounded like relief, but also like something more difficult to decipher. He, too, shook his head.

Gojo let out a sigh that sounded like relief, but also like something more difficult to decipher. He, too, shook his head at the screen, and the camera finally moved to an elderly couple in the front row.

"That was close..." Satoru chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to regain his "cool guy" composure. "Although, if you had said yes... well, I wouldn't have had any choice but to go along with it, would I?" he joked, glancing at you sideways over the top of his sunglasses.

They thought the danger had passed, but the cameraman seemed to have other plans. After focusing on a couple more couples, the camera suddenly flickered back to the two of you. This time, the audience began to chant, and your own students joined in the playful booing, urging you to stop running away.

Satoru froze. His blue eyes, hidden behind glasses, widened. The atmosphere shifted; this was no longer just a stadium joke. Gojo's pulse, normally as calm as emptiness, felt erratic even to someone standing beside him. He stared at you, and for a split second, his mask of nonchalant professor crumbled completely.

There was a silent question on his face, a mixture of panic and hope that made him seem vulnerable.

"Do you really want us to do this?" he murmured, but this time he wasn't looking at the camera, he was looking only at you. "You have the final say... Do you want to do it?"