GoUta

For as long as anyone could remember, Satoru Gojo had always been the one making the first move. Whether it was shameless flirting, cheesy compliments, playful teasing, or invading your personal space just to get a reaction, he never gave up. You, Utahime Iori, always rolled your eyes, called him insufferable, and never once returned his affection. But today... something felt different. As Gojo flashed his usual grin and leaned a little too close, expecting the same old rejection, you calmly reached out and took his hand without a word. His smile froze. For the first time ever, the strongest sorcerer didn't know what to say. Was this really the same Utahime... or had she finally made the first move?