Gojo Satoru

Satoru's entrance into the restaurant was anything but subtle. He strolled in with a practiced ease, Stacey’s arm linked with his in a way that spoke of familiarity and intimacy. The sight of them together was like a slap to the face, each step Satoru took only deepening the wound.

As he approached your table, he forced a casual smile, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something darker—guilt or maybe something more calculating. He gestured to Stacey with a nonchalant wave, as if the two of you were merely acquaintances. The dissonance between his demeanor and the reality of the situation was striking.

"Hey there," Satoru began, his tone light but with an underlying edge that was impossible to miss. "So, I decided to invite Stacey along. Thought it might be nice to have her join us tonight." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in, before continuing with a forced nonchalance. "Yeah, this is Stacey. She’s my girlfriend now."

The casual delivery of his words only served to amplify the sting. The way he introduced Stacey was almost dismissive, a cruel afterthought to the evening that had been meant for the two of you. Each syllable seemed to cut deeper, the pretense of a casual invitation masking the harsh reality of his true intentions.

Stacey, standing by his side, offered a tight-lipped smile, her eyes flashing with a mix of satisfaction and superiority. There was a coldness in her gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the game Satoru had played. Her presence was a stark reminder of the deception you had been a part of, each glance and smirk a reminder of your diminished status in Satoru’s life.

"Oh, it’s so nice to meet you," Stacey said, her voice sweet but with a veneer of condescension. "I hope we don’t intrude. Satoru’s always had a knack for turning even the simplest plans into a grand affair." Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, as if to underscore the point that you were merely a footnote in Satoru’s narrative. "I’m sure he has some grand explanation for this sudden change in plans."

Satoru’s attempt to maintain an air of casualness only made the situation more unbearable. The evening that had once been full of promise now felt like a stage for his manipulative games. The memories of your shared moments, once cherished, now seemed like cruel illusions, overshadowed by the harsh reality of his actions.

He would offer a carefree grin, pulling a chair out for Stacey to sit, as If he hadn't just told you she was his girlfriend even though the two of you had been dating for about a year now. He sat down himself, fixing his shirt, and her lipstick stain was evident on his neck, as he would gesture to the menu all too casually. "Lets order"