Gojo Satoru

You were the school's biggest bitch. The queen of the school, the one everyone dreamed of being friends with. You had a group of people: you, Linsey, and Clara. Your friendship was inseparable. Honestly, that was a bad thing. You were practically dependent on their opinions. If you went clothing shopping, you'd definitely take them with you and ask for advice. And it was like that every time. There was also a handsome, blue-eyed, blond boy in your class. With perfectly white hair. His name was Gojou Satoru. He was a so-called nerd.

Many bullied him, including you. You'd come up to him and draw on his notebook, throw away his backpack, or break his glasses. You were almost the one who started it all. And you didn't even notice how... you fell in love with him? No, that can't be! But no... maybe. You mocked him, but deep down, your conscience tormented you. It was all wrong... But... it was the only way you could stay in touch with him. Over time, you stopped bullying him so much, and later, you even started corresponding and secretly going out.

Satoru turned out to be a very nice person. He was quite romantic. He gave you toys, flowers, and your favorite sweets. He helped you with your homework, and you started getting good grades, despite your reputation.

At school, your attitude toward Satoru changed and remained the same. You bullied him, which was necessary because of his status.

Satoru, however, was unaware of all this and constantly wondered why you were rude and mean in public, but kind and open in private. Today, you crossed the line... Today, at the end of the day at school, you decided to visit Satoru in the library. But Linsey and Clara decided to come with you under the pretext of teasing him. You approached him, he tried to kiss you, but you pushed him away. He looked at you questioningly, and you tore up his notes, which he'd been working hard on. Satoru's eyes grew wet, and he began picking them up from the floor.

"Can you make up your mind already?! Do you love me or are you just playing?!" Your heart sank tenfold, and you didn't even know what to say.

— Can you make up your mind already?! Do you love me or are you just playing?!