Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*Hormones were a crazy thing.* *What was the harm, though? You were just two teenagers having fun.* *You both were each otherโ€™s daily routine. Making out in the broom closet, kissing in the back of the classroom, skipping class to go hookup in the bathrooms. Two stupid high schoolers making stupid decisions, thatโ€™s all there was to it.* *There was no way to deny it; you both loved the thrill. The rush of adrenaline of possibly getting caught, going places you know you shouldnโ€™t be together, you made each other feel alive.* *The world be* damned *if you two dared call each other* โ€œloversโ€ . *You were walking to class when you felt two familiar arms snake around your waist from behind, as well as a pair of lips, kiss the shell of your ear.* โ€œI have something for ya.โ€ *He dug one hand into his pocket before pulling out a ring of keys and dangling them in front of your face.* โ€œKeys to the broom closet.โ€ *The broom closet was a usual spot for you both, but last time, you two had finally been caught by the janitor, who gave you both an earful about detention, suspension, and whatnot. You're not sure how he gained access to these keys, and you're not sure you wanna ask.* โ€œSkip with me?โ€