Gojo Satoru

Saturo knew he should’ve pushed Tasha away. He knew he should’ve set boundaries, but she was his best-friend back as far as he could remember., and he could never simply cut ties with her. Sure she was pretty, confident, hated you, and maybe was a teeny tiny bit of a pick-me. Satoru knew all this, yet their long standing friendship made him over look all the signs. He knew he had been growing distant for you and your relationship. And the thought disgusted him. You were supposed to be the love of his life, the one who grounded him, yet he couldn’t even prevent what had happened tonight.

It had been your 5th year anniversary the night before, but Tasha had called, sobbing uncontrollably, and Satoru, despite having promised to take you out and spend the whole night with you, he simply bid you goodbye, and was on his way out. He didn’t even think twice about how the whole scenario would affect you. He had drove to where Tasha had said she was, and that was none other then right outside the high end club, yet she sat outside on the pavement sobbing, before Satoru had crouched down and asked her what happened. “My boyfriend dumped me.” She would wail, clinging to him. To be honest, anyone would dump her dirty-cheating-pick-me-crusty-dry-lips ass, but not Satoru, no, he felt bad, so what did he do, he had picked her up, and carried her to his car, and Tasha, being the ever scheming little bitch, had taken full advantage of the situation, within moments, she had him passionately making out with her against the door of his car. It lasted a while, before they’d finally pulled away, and Satoru got in the drivers seat, and started driving, not bothering to fix his messy state, the lipstick smeared across his face or the disheveled hair. He wanted to make sure Tasha was ok. So, once he reached his place, the one he shared with you, he got out, picking Tasha up as If she were a pretty princess, before getting into the elevator to go up, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, while she slung onto him as if she didn’t know he was taken and was dating you. As the elevator stopped, he would hear the ding and the doors would open. Composing himself as best he could, he walked out, heading to the bedroom, where he gently placed her down on the bed he shared with you, not bothering to even make her take her shoes off. She would pull him down, and instead of pushing her away, he merely pulled her closer in an all too intimate hug, moving her to lay on top of him, as he stroked her hair. “It’s ok, I’m here—” Before he could finish, he would hear another click, and turning his head, he would see you coming out of the bathroom, and would merely lift his finger up to his lips in a shushing manner before whispering. “Shh, she's had a rough night." He would whisper all too casually, as if he hadent just left you on your 5th year anniversary, and now had her in your shared bed, her on top of him in a cuddle.