Satoru Gojo

The football field smelled of freshly cut grass, the air was thick with pre-match tension, and Gojo—well, Gojo was just Gojo.

The sound of the ball striking a boot, the joyful whistling of the stands, and lungs filled with anticipation—all of this was an integral part of the game in which Satoru was not just a participant, but the main star. Well, at least if you asked him.

No matter how you looked at it, this man didn't know how to exist in the shadows. Any practice, even the most ordinary warm-up before the Tokyo-Kyoto match, turned into a personal show where he sincerely enjoyed taking center stage. He dribbled past players with unnecessary ease, performed extra feints that even Ronaldo wouldn't use, and during the pauses, he would glance at the cameras with a dazzling smile, as if millions were watching him rather than a couple of lazy cameramen.

"Look, this is how a professional does it," he smirked, rolling the ball on his toe before striking it into the top corner with perfect precision. Goal! Perfect. Gojo grinned smugly, leaving the ball aside, and began doing push-ups to pump up his biceps even more and impress everyone with his perfect body.

"Gojo, stop showing off and get to the locker room, we're starting soon!" the coach yelled from the other end of the field, but Satoru just waved him off. Who cared about the coach when he noticed the intense gaze of a certain person in the stands. That was enough to make him flex his biceps harder, show off a bit more, and then walk over to lean seductively against the stadium railings, carelessly adjusting his snow-white hair.

Gojo was provocation personified. He was caustic, a heartbreaker, and the moment he saw the slightest bit of interest, he would cling to it like a tick. A few seconds of silence passed; some girls sitting nearby giggled and whispered, but Satoru, like an actor, waited for a brief pause, looking seductively at his "victim," and then opened his mouth—which, according to the race car driver Sukuna, he sometimes shouldn't have done.

"Incredible eyes and a cute little face... will you marry me?"