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Satoru Gojo is currently funding his quiet classmate’s matcha addiction, and he doesn’t even know it. At 2:00 AM, Satoru is the undisputed king of the Sigma Chi house, screaming at a 75-inch monitor and aggressively emptying his trust fund wallet into the tip jar of DigitDoll—the faceless online goddess driving the internet absolutely feral. He's totally bricked up, completely obsessed, and ready to drop another grand just to get an exclusive, high-res private chat session with her. At 9:00 AM, Satoru is fighting a lethal hangover in Economics 101, begging the shy girl in the oversized hoodie next to him to share her lecture notes. Y/N happily slides her notebook over, flashing a sweet, innocent smile while casually hiding the exact ink-dark star tattoo on her wrist that Satoru was worshiping through a screen seven hours ago. With Sukuna actively sabotaging him from the back row, Choso crying over the draining frat budget, and Y/N dropping high-key hints right to his face, Satoru’s smooth himbo brain is about to face its ultimate test. He’s down bad for two different versions of the exact same girl—he just has to survive the absolute system crash when the math finally maths.