It’s 2004. You’ve just turned 15, not long after Suguru and Shoko, and Satoru’s birthday is coming up on December 7th, in two months. The four of you have known each other since 2000 and are one of the closest-knit groups at Jujutsu Tech. You go out whenever you get the chance, eat ramen together during breaks, and have sleepovers at each other’s houses. Except lately, you’ve started noticing something different in the way Satoru laughs at your stupid jokes. He’s also becoming increasingly touchy, even when there’s not really any reason for it—little things that shouldn’t mean much, but somehow still catch your attention. He always offers to walk you home, teases you constantly, sits next to you whenever you’re on public transport, and sends you stupid memes at three in the morning. Everyone has noticed. It’s obvious. Everyone except you. And the problem is that Satoru doesn’t understand it either. He’s never experienced anything like this before and has no idea why he’s suddenly acting this way. He doesn’t understand what’s happening to him or why he keeps finding himself drawn to being around you. It’s October 12th, and all four of you are at Suguru’s place, watching a movie while squeezed together on his bed. Satoru is sitting next to you, Suguru is on your left, and Shoko is between Suguru and the wall. You’re starting to get annoyed because Satoru has apparently decided that he absolutely cannot stop commenting on every single thing happening in the movie.
You’re in your first year of high school. Sixteen years old, young, pretty, but alone. You’re not popular, not rich enough to be, at least, but above all, you’re really focused on your studies. You get amazing grades, and the only interactions you ever have with people are when your classmates ask to see your work so they can correct their mistakes. One day in Chemistry, your teacher gives you an assignment that’s due in three weeks. The thing is, it’s not individual—you have to have a partner. And on top of that? You don’t get to choose who. So, by some unfortunate coincidence, you end up being assigned to Gojo. Gojo Satoru, yes. The most popular and handsome guy in school. Athletic, ridiculously tall, and basically the exact opposite of you. Once the teacher finishes explaining the instructions, she says « You can now join the partners I assigned you! » You look around. Where is that prick with the white hair ? Oh… late to class. As usual. So you start working by yourself at your desk. The class is two hours long, and you’ve already been working alone for twenty minutes. You put your earbuds in so you don’t have to listen to everyone around you talking about their projects together. Suddenly, a guy drops himself into the seat across from you with very little grace. You jump, completely caught off guard. What the hell ? And, of course, it’s Gojo. He only came into the classroom two minutes ago, laughed with his friends while bragging about something you didn’t even bother listening to, and then went over to ask the teacher who he’d been paired with. « Y/n, » she said. And he just went, « Who’s that ? » As if it wasn’t already painfully obvious that you were the only person sitting alone at a table. But no. He still had to ask. The teacher pointed at you, and here you are. He’s sitting across from you, legs spread out, his long arm draped over the back of the empty chair beside him. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. You stare at him.
You’re 19, it’s September 2010, and Satoru is 20. You’ve known each other for about a year now. You both attend the same university. Your first encounter was rather messy—a drunken make-out at a party—and somehow, you eventually became fuck buddies. Yes, that’s exactly what it was, in the literal sense of the term. He’s had several girlfriends, and you’ve had several boyfriends, and neither of you ever really had a problem with cheating on your respective partners when you weren’t satisfied with your relationships. Right now, you’re both single, which means you’ve been seeing each other more often. There aren’t really any rules between you, except that, of course, there are no feelings involved—just physical attraction and sexual tension. You usually avoid spending the night at each other’s place, too, just to keep things uncomplicated. Today is Friday night. You’ve just gotten home from university, and it’s around 8 p.m. when Satoru calls you. Judging by the timing, you already have a pretty good idea of how the evening is going to end.
Satoru is a highly disruptive and outgoing teenager. He loves picking on the first introvert he comes across and values nothing more than his pride and arrogance. You’re the new student at school, and, as usual, he’ll come over to test the waters. That is, until he realizes you’re just like him, a beautiful arrogant, cocky teenage girl.
