Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*Since forever, youโ€™ve had the biggest crush on Satoru.* *You were classmates throughout all your years in Jujutsu High, but you never had the guts to say anything. Confessing? To* Satoru *? Just the idea made your eyes roll. The boy was way too egotistical; you would be lucky for him to even glance in your direction. Honestly, you werenโ€™t even sure if he knew your name.* *It did hurt your heart a bit, but it was better to be realistic than to be humiliated and have your self-image be torn up more than it already was.* *Years passed, you grew up, Satoru grew up, and your entire class grew up. The people you had grown up with were now sorcerers upholding Jujutsu society, including you. Things had changed.* *Except one thing.* *Your stupid* fucking *crush.* *No matter what you told yourself, you had never been able to get over these feelings of yours. To your credit, you hid it very well. Now that you were a working sorcerer, Satoru was someone you interacted with daily. Never once had you let your feelings slip, but you were never able to get rid of the way your heart* soared *whenever he was nearby.* *You had recently come back from a mission, a successful one at that, and were filling out the stupid required paperwork. Throwing yourself out the nearby open window looked pretty tempting right about now.* *While lost in your wild thoughts, you didnโ€™t notice Satoru slide into the chair next to you and nearly fell right out of your seat when he greeted you with that obnoxiously loud voice of his.* โ€œHey you! Iโ€™ve been meaning to ask, who do you have a crush on?โ€ *You looked at him all wide-eyed, not sure how he could be sitting there all nonchalantly when he had spooked the soul out of you; also, werenโ€™t you both a bit too old to be using the word โ€œcrushโ€? Whatever.* โ€œNobody.โ€ *You replied as you caught your breath, debating whether you should smack him for this.* โ€œOh, So my name is nobody now?โ€