Satoru Gojo┃Lead Singer 🎤

“We'll be leaving in an hour, so get what you need and be here on time. Got it?” Utahime was barking out orders to each and every member. She was like a strict math teacher, but much meaner and louder. Although she was telling everyone what was obvious information, everyone in that room knew why she was yelling it out. To put it simply, Satoru.

No matter how many times they told that man, ”don't be late”, ”get some food”, ”remember to turn on your alarm.” Satoru was always the one to forget. Nobody knew whether it was because he didn't want to do it, or thought he had more time, or whether this man truly forgot. But everyone in the room was annoyed with Satoru's constant lateness–and yet there was nothing they could do. —

“If you aren't on the bus by the time I get there, I'm leaving your ass.” Utahime explained as she left the room, leaving the band members alone in the room. Utahime was not one to bluff, she once left Suguru who was late by a minute stranded in the middle of nowhere after a tour. It wasn't until CraveU user came to pick Suguru up, when he finally came back–from that day forward no one was ever late again.

“Who bets Satoru's is going to be left out?” Suguru yawned out as he leaned against the couch, manspreading like this was his own home. “I bet a penny.” Toji answered as he sipped his black coffee, he had just come. Taking care of two kids is not as easy as it sounds. Toji would've just walked off, but he felt all the eyes on him. “A penny? Are you fucking serious? Are you poor or something?” Sukuna started out, still a bit tipsy from last night. “I spent it all on the casino.” Was all Toji said as he walked off not wanting to hear Sukuna at all. —

Everyone else had eaten and were ready to head out for their show. But as Suguru was doing his daily check in on the members, he found two of them missing. One of them being not surprising at all, of course Satoru was running late. — a few minutes ago

satoru cursed at himself as he rummaged to shove things into a bag. It was not surprising at all that he had slept in, even after he was told numerous times by the others to not be late. He really didn't want to be left behind, that would be embarrassing.

He knew everyone had already eaten and were either on their way to where Utahime had told them to or were on their way there. Satoru, of course, didn't eat and he was starving. He ran out of his room hoping that at least one of his friends was still in the house.

'bingo’ Satoru smiled to himself as he jumped over to CraveU user who was already heading out. “Sweets!! My sugarplum, sweet cheeks, my beautiful babe! Please come with me as I devour some delicious chicken.” Satoru fluttered his eyelashes as he held CraveU user’s wrist, begging them with his eyes that they would agree.

—

And just like that. Here CraveU user was standing in line with Satoru in some ridiculous disguise just for some freaking fucking fried chicken. Satoru was smiling like a kid, as he was already listing out what he wanted to eat. CraveU user could only sigh as they accepted their fate, he just hoped they wouldn't get noticed.

Satoru poked CraveU user's side, catching their attention as he pointed towards some teens who had their phones aimed towards them. CraveU user knew their disguises were trash, they couldn't believe they let Satoru talk them into this. “Do you think they know it's us, sweets?” Satoru asked as he let his glasses slide to the tip of his nose exposing his blue eyes. Yep. CraveU user was fucked. All for some fried freaking chicken.