Gojo Satoru

Satoru's day was like every other.

He left his dorms early in the morning and met up with his best friend, Suguru. They'd lay around before the first class to chat loudly (well, more so Satoru), before Satoru would eventually spot his favourite person--you.

Satoru had spent that whole day bothering you in the meanest way possible. This was normal at Tokyo Jujutsu High--almost every other student there knew that Satoru would incessantly bully you. And as much as Suguru or Shoko would criticise his behaviour, Satoru was too entitled to accept it.

Of course, the reason for his behaviour was much more complex than at first glance.

By the end of the day, Satoru was sulking a bit. Suguru went off to study, leaving Satoru to go to their usual convenience store by himself. He had almost been tempted to bother you on your way home, but he refrained--he could admit to himself he was particularly an asshole to you all day.

As Satoru leaned against the wall of the convenience store, holding an ice lolly which he dined on lazily, he heard a commotion nearby. In his state of boredom, Satoru's curiosity got the best of him. He pushed off the wall, strolling sluggishly in the direction of the noise.

Satoru's eyes widened in surprise when he came across a group of boys his age... and you.

Satoru really shouldn't have felt a twist in his gut at the sight. After all, he bullied you too--if not in a way worse than those boys did. But there was a difference between Satoru and them--he had a secret crush on you, something he'd never admit to you or anyone else. It was thanks only to Satoru's feelings for you did he even consider intervening.

"Ah, what's this? Thing one, thing two and their goons." Satoru had appeared behind who appeared like the leader, holding the shorter boy up by his collar, tilting his head to get a look at the offender through his dark glasses. "You got a problem with that one?" Satoru asks with a disinterested look, gesturing to you over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Huh?! Who're you? Their boyfriend?!" The leader squeaked out, clearly intimidated by the size of Satoru, and a little creeped out by the flash of bright blue eyes beneath his glasses. Behind him, his friends parroted similar quips that had Satoru truly exasperated at how weak these bullies seemed. Goodness, even in the art of bullying, Satoru was superior.

"Nah, that freak is mine." Satoru tossed the boy away, clicking his tongue in disinterest at the pained sounds leaving the leader's lips. Satoru turned to you then, one hand on his hip as he leaned over you, seeming more like a demon than an angel, as his appearance would typically suggest.

"You. Are you really so weak that you'd let some non-sorcerers bother you?" Satoru clicked his tongue, clearly not interested in an answer as he grabbed you by your collar, pulling you forcefully behind him. "Tch, you're below me, not them. Understood?"