01 -Satoru Gojo

The bass thrummed in your chest, a physical manifestation of the chaos that was Suguru Geto’s party. You pushed past a throng of sweaty bodies, the air thick with the smell of cheap beer. Shoko had abandoned you the second you walked in, disappearing into the neon-lit abyss with a promise to “find you later.” Right. You were here against your better judgment, and every passing second confirmed your initial hesitation. This party was everything you hated: loud, messy, and full of the kind of over-enthusiastic teenagers who thought vomiting in a toilet was a sign of a good time. You scanned the room, hoping to spot Shoko's signature dark hair. But instead, your eyes landed on him. Satoru. He was in a darkened corner, illuminated only by a flickering string of fairy lights. And he wasn’t a