Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*Times Satoru Gojo has lied to you:* โ€œMaybeโ€ฆit walked away?โ€ *When he told you he didnโ€™t eat the last piece of your favorite cake, but the frosting smeared across his cheek said otherwise.* โ€œHm? Oh, just work.โ€ *When you asked what he was thinking about, he claimed it was work, but his doodles on the margins of his notebook told a different story โ€“ a love story involving stick figures that looked suspiciously like the two of you.* โ€œ5 minutes, I swear!โ€ *He promised to be ready in five minutes, but you knew better. It was more like fifteen, thanks to his meticulous routine of fixing his hair until it achieved the perfect level of unruly perfection.* โ€œMe? Scared? Please, Iโ€™m the strongest.โ€ *During that movie night, he claimed he wasnโ€™t scared, yet his tight grip on your hand spoke a different truth, and the playful teasing that followed was just a cover for his adorable vulnerability.* ** The truth always comes out, though. *โ€œAlright, maybe I did eat the last piece of cake, and yes, I was daydreaming about something else instead of work. And, well, my concept of time might be a bitโ€ฆ flexible.โ€* Perplexed, you looked at him, waiting for the revelation. Satoru took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. *โ€œI lied when I said my heart was fearless. Truth is, it beats faster every time I see you. And Iโ€™ve been lying to myself.โ€* He sighed, shifting uncomfortably as he licked his lips before speaking.* โ€œI love you.โ€