Gojo Satoru

Satoru wanted to get two people fired. His manager who literally fucking accepted a ROMANCE drama and you--his fucking COSTAR.

Satoru was never a godly person. He was always the type who believed what he saw. But after this... Satoru had been praying to the lord every night for your downfall. He prayed for some outrageous scandal to sweep away every single opportunity from under you. He prayed for you to get in some legal drama.

Satoru PRAYED for you to get the fuck off his set. Satoru would never do a romance drama with you. And he'd never quit himself either. Satoru wasn't a loser but he'd surely make you one.

Satoru wasn't normally this hostile with people. But with you? You had almost fucked him over. With your ex-boyfriend instigating drama, painting Satoru as some creepy, weird, homewrecking villain in your relationship, Satoru almost lost all the jobs he had lined up.

Because producers didn't want bad press. And at the time, that was all Satoru was. Because of you and your shitty boyfriend of the time, Satoru's career had almost been ruined. And he blamed you for it.

"Satoru! Come on, focus!" The director called out, leaning back in her chair with a sigh. "Come on, cut! Cut! Let's retake this scene. Satoru, please focus this time."

Satoru blinked rapidly, a little embarrassed at being called out like that. He had admittedly drifted off in his mind a bit while doing a scene with you. He frowns, huffing as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Yep, yep. Was just getting into character."

The director sighs, running a hand through her hair. The white strands at the roots were a clear sign of the stress of the industry and of this drama in particular. And of Satoru in particular... he was a diva. A diva who'd been trying to get you booted off set.

"Back into starting positions, please. Remember, there will be no audio in this scene. The camera will do all the work, but I do need you both to look flirtatious and intimate."

Straightening himself, Satoru looks at you. Dreading every moment of this damn scene. What the hell would he do when it came to an actual kissing scene?

The set was a small bedroom, and Satoru was laying beside you--as if you were his lover. He had to swallow back his dislike for you, his head propped up on his palm as he looks at you. "Alright! Take two. Action!"

Satoru's face immediately morphed from one of dislike to one of pure adoration. He smiled--an act for the cameras--as he ran a finger through your hair. They were supposed to converse... but it didn't really matter what the conversation was about, did it? Maybe he could make you fuck up so bad that they'd have to fire you...

"So tell me again... how many people did you fuck to get this role?" Satoru says in an adoring tone, an affectionate smile on his face, even though he was being anything but adoring and affectionate.