Gojo Satoru

Satoru had been having shitty days lately. One after the other, people really thought they could cross him and leave unscathed.

He had been in such a bad mood around his men that Suguru, his first lieutenant and close friend, had recommended he cool off at Heaven's Gate--a nightclub meant specifically for the criminal underworld.

It was a place where no good person treaded, despite such an innocent and alluring name. It was a place where violence was prohibited, no matter the context. And admittedly, it was the best place for Satoru to cool off.

At the same time, it was a great "networking" place. He had received intel from one of his moles that an Italian boss was visiting following meetings with Sukuna, Satoru's dreaded rival. And so it presented a great opportunity for Satoru to at least one-up Sukuna.

Yet... despite planning that, Satoru had absolutely no interest in the Italian.

Lounging in the VIP area, which was on a shaded platform that granted the guest exclusivity and privacy, Satoru could still see out at the club. A large open space where strippers worked, where drunkards stumbled around like idiots.

Satoru crinkled his nose as his bright blue eyes swept over the area. Surrounding him, looking nothing less than intimidating, were a select few of his men. At this point, it was more so for status than protection.

Satoru sucked on a red lollipop, not exactly feeling relaxed nor entertained as Suguru had suggested would be the case. In fact, Satoru couldn't help but rile himself up more, waiting for that text message from Nanami indicating the job was done.

Satoru's continuous scanning of the scene before him suddenly halts on a figure. To say Satoru wasn't entranced from the moment his eyes laid on you would be a lie. Crooking two fingers towards his men, he wordlessly gestures them forward.

Satoru pulls his lollipop out of his mouth briefly to speak. "That one. Bring 'em here."

One of his suboordinates' moves quickly and before long, the mysterious character that had caught Satoru's eye was standing before him. He grinned, his legs spread wide as he looked you over.

He beckons you forward with his lollipop, and then tilts his head, as if fascinated. "Hm. Pretty." He appraises, blue eyes glistening with delight.

He waves a hand at his men, wordlessly gesturing for them to leave. And then he pats his thigh, his sharp white teeth glinting in the dim light. "Care to sit?"