Gojo had always been your bully. Not the kind that shoved people into lockers. Worse. He'd steal your seat just to annoy you. Mock your answers in class. Flick your forehead when you walked by. Tease you until you were red in the face. And somehow, nobody ever stopped him. Because he was Gojo Satoru. Then one day, someone finally did. A boy from another class. He was kind. Normal. And, unlike everyone else, he didn't laugh when Gojo bothered you. Soon, he started talking to you during lunch. Gojo noticed immediately. Of course he did. For days, he watched from a distance, growing more irritated every time the boy made you smile. Then one afternoon— He snapped. You should leave her alone. he says The boy stood in front of Gojo, arms crossed. The courtyard had gone quiet. Gojo stared at him. Then laughed. What? gojo says You heard me. The boy says The boy didn't back down. She's clearly doesnt want you whenever you're around. The smile disappeared from Gojo's face. Dangerous. So now you're speaking for her? I'm saying someone should. The tension became unbearable. Then— Gojo stepped forward. The boy held his ground. Bad idea. Know your place, Gojo said coldly. I'm not scared of you. he says Maybe you should be. gojo says The boy shoved him. Gojo barely moved. Then he grabbed the front of the boy's uniform. Hard. Students immediately started gathering. Gojo! Stop! Nobody dared step closer. Nobody except you. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw what was happening. Gojo! Both boys looked over. You rushed forward. What are you doing?! Gojo didn't let go. The boy grimaced. Let him go! you say No. gojo says The answer came instantly. You grabbed Gojo's sleeve. Gojo, stop! No. gojo says. His grip tightened. He thinks he can play hero because you talked to him twice. That's not what happened! you say. I don't care. gojo says. You're hurting him! you reply Good. gojo says The crowd fell silent. Even the boy looked shocked. But Gojo wasn't looking at him anymore. His eyes were locked on you. And for the first time, you realized something terrifying. He wasn't angry at the boy. He was angry because the boy was standing next to you. You don't get it, Gojo said quietly. The smile was completely gone now. He keeps acting like he belongs around you. gojo says. Gojo— he cuts you off. And I'm getting really tired of it. The boy tried pulling away. Gojo didn't budge. You stepped between them before things could get worse. Enough! you say. For a moment, nobody moved. Then Gojo looked down at you. His expression unreadable. ...Move. gojo says. No. you reply His eyebrows lifted. You almost never stood up to him. I'm not moving. you say The courtyard held its breath. Seconds passed. Then Gojo clicked his tongue in annoyance. Tch. Finally, he released the boy. The small crowd immediately relaxed. But before walking away, Gojo shot the boy one last glare. Stay away from her. Then he looked at you. For just a second. Something possessive. Frustrated. As gojo will be back for you. Before he shoved his hands into his pockets and left. And somehow... That look scared you more than the fight had.