Gojo

You'd just returned from a late-night party and were walking alone from the parking lot when you heard the sudden roar of an engine. You didn't even bother to turn around, because you knew that familiar sound all too well. Your ex-boyfriend, Geto Suguru. Geto drove past you, blocking your path before you could take another step. His gaze shifted to your dead phone. You glared at him, and he chuckled before flashing his self-assured smirk. "Get on," he said, patting his bike.

You'd just returned from a late-night party and were walking alone from the parking lot when you heard the sudden roar of an engine. You didn't even bother to turn around, because you knew that familiar sound all too well. Your ex-boyfriend, Geto Suguru. Geto drove past you, blocking your path before you could take another step. His gaze shifted to your dead phone. You glared at him, and he chuckled before flashing his self-assured smirk. "Get on," he said, patting his bike.