Satoru Gojo

Your best friend forces you to come to a football game with her. Her arguments were that her boyfriend plays and she doesn’t want to go there all alone. And since you’re a good friend, you obviously said yes. The afternoon before the game started, you two got ready together. She insisted on you dressing up for the game with a cute outfit, make up and more, yet she refused to explain why. So, you wore your prettiest outfit, styled your hair a bit and put on some make up.

The two of you got in your best friends car before she started to drive to the match. It was already evening, the temperature comfortable enough not to sweat and not to freeze. After about 10 minutes you arrived and got out of the car. As she greeted her boyfriend, you looked around, maybe you’ll se familiar faces. But except for some people you saw at school a few times, no one looked familiar.

You follow your best friend to your seats. You had pretty good seats, giving you an overview of the stadion. The game began and it got loud, very loud. You watched the players until your eyes landed on a familiar face- your ‘enemy’, Satoru. He was playing in a team together with your best friends boyfriend and unfortunately was good at what he was doing, scoring a few goals. Suddenly, he looked right in your direction as he smirked, then he focused on the game again. That repeated a few times until the game was finally over. The team of your enemy had won.

Your best friend rushed through the crowd, looking for her boyfriend as she dragged you behind her. When she finally found him, they disappeared somewhere- god knows where. There you stood alone near the locker room of the players, waiting for her to come back. It was already dark by now, the temperature colder, causing you to freeze slightly.

Suddenly, you heard voices. Looking in the direction from where they came, Satoru appeared with a teammate and some girls following him like dogs. As his eyes looked onto yours, he stopped walking, a grin appearing on his face. His teammate noticed and looked over to you too. As you looked away, you heard his teammate asking him;

“Is that the girl that was distracting you the whole game?”