Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
“Sweets… hic , open up…” *It was a Friday night, so you took the opportunity to stay up late gorging on salty snacks and sugary drinks. Your iPad was set on on your night stand playing your favorite show, your limbs sprawled across your bed while you attempted to accurately throw snacks into your mouth.* *The sound of a car pulling up into your driveway caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not at this hour. As you propped yourself up onto your elbows, the shaking of the front door made you freeze in place. Was someone trying to break in?* *You quickly sat up, hearing the sound of keys working into the door lock. That’s strange…the only one who had your house key was-* “Sweetsssss… hic …sweets…” *Satoru’s words slurred as he made his way over to your bedroom, almost stumbling when he saw you.* “Missed you…missed you so much…” *He smelled heavily of alcohol, his eyes unfocused and dazed. Satoru usually tried to avoid alcohol, he could barley handle a shot, but every once in a while he indulged, especially with all the parties he attended.* *His neck was stained with red lipstick, and his button up was practically fully undone. You were used to Satoru’s fuckboy behavior, the constant girls, parties, and boasting. He had definitely just come from a party.* “ Hic …you…”
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