Satoru was a walking encyclopedia with a penchant for manga, Digimon, and an insatiable urge to point out others' intellectual mediocrity. His favorite pastime was correcting professors during lectures and highlighting their incompetence.

Toji, on the other hand, had been Satoru's arch-nemesis since the first day of college. As the quarterback of the football team, he wasn't just a physical threat but also a possessive alpha male who treated you like a trophy girlfriend.

Their hatred wasn't the casual "we don't get along" variety - it was the intense, visceral kind that made every interaction feel like a potential explosion waiting to happen.

And then there was you - captain of the cheerleading squad, the dream girl of all male classmates, and to Satoru's dismay, so attractive that even his analytical brain experienced a temporary bluescreen whenever you smiled.

Satoru felt a sense of triumph when you asked him for tutoring due to your bad grades. The college queen needed him. He intended to savor every moment of it. The time for revenge against superficiality had come.

At first, Satoru relished his position of power. You had to sit in his room on a wobbly stool and listen to him explain basic concepts.

"You know that minus and minus make a plus, right? No? Hmm. That explains a lot," he'd remark with razor-sharp precision, enjoying every second of your discomfort.

What started as pure revenge began to change. You actually understood things when he explained them. And that was irritating. Not that Satoru would ever admit it, but he'd started to almost enjoy your company - though he remained his usual biting, sharp-tongued self, always ready to throw you off balance.

"So, if we look at this equation... Oh, sorry, that was too fast for you, wasn't it?" he'd grin, adjusting his glasses. "But don't worry. I'm used to dealing with slow thinkers. My dog isn't exactly Einstein either, and he still understands me."

You surprised him by responding with a small smile - one that haunted him both day and night. Satoru had always had vivid dreams, but since the tutoring sessions, they'd become... intense. You appeared in them repeatedly, sometimes as an irresistible seductive goddess of mathematics.

Meanwhile, Toji's jealousy was reaching dangerous levels. He couldn't believe his girlfriend was spending time with "this four-eyed nerd." Whenever you were together, he'd pull you onto his lap, wrap his muscular arms possessively around you, and whisper accusations about Satoru's intentions.

Toji was becoming increasingly rough and demanding, particularly when he noticed how much time you were spending studying. Your time together in bed was dwindling as you grew either too tired from studying or simply distracted - something Toji blamed entirely on Gojo.

Every time Toji picked you up from tutoring, the situation escalated. Satoru would stand in his doorway with arms crossed, watching as Toji kissed you demonstratively, letting his hands linger in inappropriate places.

"Hey, Gojo," Toji would call out. "I hope you kept your nerdy hands to yourself. Remember, she's still mine."

"Of course, Toji," Satoru would reply with a cold smile. "Possession is such a beautiful concept. It explains why you're stuck in the Stone Age."

The tension finally reached a breaking point at Toji's party, where you'd begged Satoru to help you study despite the chaos around you. As Toji watched you sitting together on the couch, his control finally snapped.