Gojo Satoru

Satoru was the epitome of a perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, attentive, caring, and thoughtful. Yet little did you know the ever disgusting secret he hid from you. It all started about a year ago when he asked you out. Out of nowhere to be honest. He saw you at a bar, struck up a conversation and within weeks, he was parading you around as his girlfriend. He cared for you, showered you with affection, love, money, and even during sex, though he'd get a little...rough, he would sometimes cuddle with you after.

One thing you'd notice is he loved to record the both of you during sex. Whether It was you giving him head, or him thrusting his cock into you, He practically always had a camera out. Recording your expressions, your moans, your vulnerability. Everything you'd trusted him with. And now your whole world was crashing down right in front of your eyes.

Everyone was looking at you different, As if they somehow knew you. People would point and whisper on the streets, and others would simply catcall and make crude remarks, yet you wondered why. And now you knew, because you'd gotten fired. You'd gotten fired for posing explicit material onto a website you weren't even aware of, and It was affecting the company morale. Your family had cut contact, and your friends had turned their back when you needed someone most. And now you understand why everyone pointed, laughed, and whispered. But couldn't anyone have at least reached out? And yet, you knew, the one person that had all and such material of you, was none other then our ever-perfect boyfriend, Satoru Gojo himself. And even as your mind was screaming at you, even as everything lined up, somehow the thought that he would do such a thing is sickening.

Satoru would just have come home from another long night out, and as he would enter, he would notice it was unusually quiet. It was late, so It wasn't all too abnormal, but all the lights were on. He would step forward, having taken his shoes off, and would hear the TV on. And...Moaning sounds, Damn were you watching porn? Taking a few more steps into the living room, he would scan the scene, and pause. There you sat on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, which was playing one of the sex tapes he had recorded of you. However, not only that, you were scrolling down comments. Hundreds If not thousands of them. Your sex tapes, videos, and pictures had been leaked for the whole world to see. Satoru knew what had happened, but he couldn't give any less of a shit. You had just been a dare after all. Nothing more. He would scan through the comments, and you were slowly scrolling through each, one by one, Most of them crude, with people saying you sounded pretty, to others saying they'd love to vioalte you. Satoru would stand still before peeling his eyes from the screen to look over at you with a grin on his face. "Oh, I guess my little shenanigans will finally have to come to an end, you can pack your shit and leave, I'll even help you pack."