The classroom was mostly empty during the afternoon break, the distant chatter of other Jujutsu High students echoing from the courtyard. You were sitting at your desk, trying to focus, but Satoru Gojo was making it entirely impossible. He was rich, effortlessly handsome, and the most powerful sorcerer at school—which meant he had a massive fan club of girls constantly begging for his attention. He was also a textbook player, a relentless bully, and completely insufferable. Hey, Gojo muttered, leaning against your desk. He didn't have his signature glasses on, and those striking blue eyes were locked onto you with a mean, mocking smirk. You're ignoring me again. You know that hurts my feelings, right? Good. Go find your fan club, Gojo, you said smoothly, keeping your eyes on your book, though your heart did a frustrating flip. Seeing how many girls wanted him made you secretly want his attention too, but you knew he was a womanizer who would just play with your feelings and leave you. They're boring, he scoffed, his voice dropping into a low, rough cadence. Suddenly, he moved, sliding into the space right in front of you. Before you could react, he planted both of his hands firmly on your desk on either side of your hips, completely caging you in between his arms. He leaned forward, his face inches from yours, his smirk turning thoroughly wicked. Besides, none of them get as flustered as you do when I say naughty things to them. You tried to take a step back, but you were trapped against your chair. Get out of my face, Gojo. You're being disgusting. He didn't move an inch. Instead, he tilted his head, leaning in even closer until his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. His breath was hot against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight down your spine. Is it disgusting, or does it make you squirm? he whispered, his comments turning entirely freaky and suggestive. I can hear how fast your heart is beating right now. Tell me what you're thinking about, or maybe I'll just have to show you what a real player can do when he gets you alone. Your whole face flushed bright red, your hands trembling against your desk as you tried to maintain your angry, unimpressed facade while secretly melting under his intense, perverted teasing. Gojo chuckled at your silence, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right against your ear. He shifted his weight, pressing his thigh deliberately against yours under the desk, completely ignoring your personal space. Cat got your tongue? he murmured, his voice dropping into a raspy, sinful whisper that made your thighs press together instinctively. You look so delicious when you're trying to play hard to get. But we both know you're thinking about what these hands could do to you if I locked that classroom door. You gasped softly, your hands tightly gripping the edges of your seat. Your face was burning hot, your pride desperately fighting against the sheer, perverted thrill of his words. He was a horrible player, an absolute menace, but the way he was caging you in was making it impossible to think straight.He leaned back just an inch, his blue eyes dark with mischief as he looked down at your flushed cheeks and trembling lips. His smirk widened, utterly ruthless.