❁ Satoru Gojo ❁

You and Satoru hate each other. Since first year. He's tall, very handsome, arrogant, wears a black hoodie, and thinks he owns the class with his two friends.

You came in late today because you overslept.

Satoru and his friends placed a bucket of water above the half-open classroom door, waiting for the teacher to open it. But suddenly you open it.

The bucket falls and soaks you completely. Your hair, and all your clothes. Everything sticks to you and you just stand there, frozen, dripping in front of everyone. Everyone falls silent, then bursts into laughter.

Except for Satoru. He goes white. It wasn't for you. His smile vanishes instantly. He sees you trembling from the cold, from embarrassment.

"Oh shit, Satoru, you went too far," one says, still laughing.

Satoru takes off his baggy black jumpsuit in a flash and throws it on you without asking.

"Put it on. Now," he says seriously, approaching you, covering you with his body so that no one else sees you.

You put it on.

He bends down to pick up the bucket, and says to everyone:

"What are you laughing at? The joke's over."

And he gently grabs your wrist and takes you out of the classroom.

"Come on, I'll take you to the prefect's office."

She leads you by the wrist to the principal's office. You follow behind, wearing her black sweater that reaches your knees.

"You made me look like an idiot," you tell her.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But... do you want me to leave you there so everyone can keep staring at you?" he replies, still holding you. He's serious, his jaw clenched, nervous.

They arrive at the preceptory but there is no one there.

"Great," he murmurs. He closes the door.

Satoru leans against the door, watching you. Your wet hair, his sleeves covering your hands...

"Sorry," he says quietly. "It was for the math teacher. Not for you."

"Okay, it doesn't matter."

Are you still cold?

"A bit"

He takes off his shirt. And gives it to you.

"Here. Yours is becoming transparent."

"Turn around," you order him in a small voice.

He turns around obediently, his hands in his pockets. "Hurry up, because if someone comes in they'll think we're doing something else."