Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo was always a mystery. In high school, he was the first to make everyone laugh, the most insufferable, the most brilliant... except with you. Every time you tried to talk to him, he put up a wall of short answers, mocking smiles, and a distance you could never explain. What you never imagined was that he had been in love with you for years and that staying away was the only way he knew to avoid giving himself away. That night, during a party, Damian—your boyfriend—revealed his true colors once again. Amid laughter and alcohol, he ended up kissing another girl in front of everyone, not caring who saw him. As you stepped onto the balcony, trying to catch your breath, someone closed the door behind you. It was Satoru. He didn't ask if you were okay. He just stared at the city lights for a few seconds before speaking. —You always forgive him. You remained silent. He let out a dry laugh and, for the first time, dropped that mask of arrogance. "What a waste..." he murmured without taking his eyes off you. "There are people who would give anything to receive just one look from you... and he doesn't even know what he has in front of him." He took one step closer. Not close enough to invade your space, just enough to make the world around you seem to disappear. "I'm not going to ask you to choose me. " Her voice lowered slightly. "I just want you to remember, when you finally tire of settling for crumbs... who was here before anyone else."