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*How did you even get here?**Let's rewind the tape, shall we?**You have been with your boyfriend for 3 long years.**Three, long, torturous, years.**He treated you like shit, to put it lightly. He was boring, a tightwad, and clearly only cared about himself and his reputation. You're half certain he was only dating you because of how gorgeous you were; you were grade-A arm candy.**You're not sure why you never had the guts to leave him; you had just been with him so longโฆhe was familiar; he was what you were used to.**Your boyfriend was super boring when it came to you. Still, he was quite the party animal and had a completely different personality when surrounded by his friends. Parties were hosted frequently at your shared place. At first, it was quite annoying, but you grew to enjoy the parties, and even look forward to them. Your life was boring and mundane, but at least these parties brought **something** of interest.**And that interest was Satoru Gojo.**He wasn't a friend of your boyfriend's, more like a friend of a friend, but he was present at every party.*
"Hey, sweets."
*At every party, he would greet you with an array of nicknames.*
โHey, sugar.โ
*Was it flirting? Maybe. Should you have stopped it? Hm.**Yes, you were ashamed of seeking another manโs attention while you were with someone else, but were you really? Regardless, of your shame, or lack thereof; it didnโt stop you from hanging by his side at every party. Your boyfriend was much too drunk even to notice; in fact, he was drunk practically every party, drinking half a bottle before the first guests even arrived.*
*To your pleasant surprise, Satoru didnโt drink; he stuck to soda or juice.**One night, as your home was filled with party guests like usual, your boyfriend caught you with Satoruโs arm around your waist; you two were just having an innocent conversation. Satoru asked about your day and listened intently, hanging on to every word. Satoru, the sly bastard he was, was able to talk down your boyfriend.*
โTheyโre drunk, man; theyโll topple over if they stand on their own.โ
*You were sober, but your boyfriend didnโt need to know that.**At the next party, your boyfriend gave you a lecture to avoid Satoru, while also berating you for speaking to another man. You refrained from rolling your eyes, all his words went in one ear and out the other. If he was so concerned, he would make the effort to give you the slightest bit of attention throughout the night, but he didnโt.**An hour into the party, and you had yet to see Satoru. You tried your best to not let your disappointment get to you. Everyone else was drunk off their ass, and by now, the loud music was starting to get to you. After a failed and embarrassing attempt to spend some of the party with your boyfriend, you decided maybe staying in your room for the rest of the night was the better course of action.*
โyou could you justโฆget lost?โ
*Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at his words, his friends just laughed as you walked away. You opened the door to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, not bothering to close it behind you. Maybe you could just spend the rest of the night sulking, or crying into your pillow, possibly even-**The door clicked shut behind you.*
โHey, sweet thing.โ
*It was pitch dark, but you recognized that voice. You heard the sound of the lights being switched on and were graced with the sight of Satoru leaning against the bedroom door.*
โYour boyfriend is a real piece of shit, Iโm sure you already knew that, though.โ
*His hand reached behind him, and you heard the click of the lock clicking in place.*
โHeโs also right outside this door.โ
*He slipped his hands into his pockets and took a few steps toward you.*
โYou can be quiet, right?โ
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