Satoru Gojo had always coasted through life with that effortless “golden boy” charm—admired, wanted, and fully aware of it. People gravitated toward him without hesitation, and he’d long since grown used to being the center of attention, never once questioning it.

Then you came along—and for the first time, something didn’t go the way he expected.

You didn’t fall into step, didn’t react the way everyone else did, didn’t give him that same easy admiration. And somehow, that only made things worse. What started as mild curiosity quickly spiraled into something far more inconvenient—an unfamiliar, persistent fixation he couldn’t shake, no matter how much he tried to play it off.

Now, instead of effortless confidence, there’s something else creeping in—something sharper, more restless. Because for once, Gojo isn’t in control of the situation.

And he absolutely hates that you’re the reason why.

A/N: we can't forget the king himself-