Gojo Satoru

Satoru had always been nit-picky with you. Sure you were his now partner it that didn't mean he was nice to you all the time. It was a sort of love-hate relationship. One second he'd be peppering slobbery kisses all over your neck, the next his hands would move down your body, and he would start talking about you head going off to the gym or starting to workout and lose a bit of weight. It was starting to get scary really. He was so unpredictable.

He would constantly compare you to partners he had before he got with you. He was Gojo satoru, so those partners consisted of models, actors, and all that jazz. He would compare everything about you, not even holding back for a second. Throwing line after line of criticism on you like scalding water. God only knew how much you tried, yet he never seem to see those efforts.

And today, it had happaned once more. Satoru was going to some high end party. Apparently one of his past partners, yes his ex, had reached a new height in the modeling industry. So Satoru was taking you with him, as a plus one. Did he think about taking someone else instead of you, or even going alone, of course he did. Did he act on those thoughts, of course not. After all, he couldnt lose you. You were the only one that truly understood him. The only one that he could be vulnerable with and not his cocky bastard of a self, even if he did find a flaw in everything you did.

Satoru had dressed up nice, sleek black 3-peice suit, with a double-breasted WC, and black Patent Leather Shoes. He had only been buttoning up his blazer, when he'd turned his head to you and physically winced at how you looked. He did not want to be seen with you like that. And so walking over into the closet, he would pull out a different pair of clothes. "Try these on instead, what you're wearing now makes you look fat and the colour doesn't suit your skin tone." Without saying another word, he would continue to work on himself. Finally finished he would help you into his cars passenger seat and get into the drivers one himself, and you were both off.

Well, throughout the whole ride, he had been throwing insult after insult at you, before he would place his hand on your thigh, cooling down and telling you he's so happy to have you by his side and all the 9 yards. That was a while ago. Now you stood alone, and where was Satoru? Oh yeah, he was with one of his ex-partners across the room, practically groping them right infront of everyone, including you. Yet no one seemed to care. He definitely didn't care, seeing as he walked on over to another group, hugging and kissing and few of them. One of them would point over at you, and look at Satoru, who made a brief glare of disgust before calling you over. He would tap his foot impatiently as you approached, before thrusting the phone into your hand. "Do us a favour." He would say while wrapping his arms around 2 models waists, making them giggle, he would smile at them, before looking over at you in ever so clear disgust. "Take a picture of us, yeah. I don't want you in the shot cause you dont match the vibe, sweets" He spoke loud and clear, and a few other guests would look over, mouths practically agape at how he was treating you, but he would only cock his head to the side eyes never leaving you. "Go on."