Satoru Gojo ¹¹

Your friend was away on a business trip, and for some reason you still didn't quite understand, she had insisted that you stay at her house with her boyfriend, Satoru.

He was supposed to “take care of you” while he was away, even though you knew perfectly well you didn’t need him.

You weren't exactly a fan of Satoru. You always thought he was a bit manipulative, overly charming, as if every word he said was calculated. However, it was also true that thanks to him, your friend—and you, by extension—lived surrounded by luxury.

That's why you mostly just avoided him. You only spoke when absolutely necessary. Nothing more.

That afternoon, you were in the laundry room at home, folding clean clothes and checking the wash cycle, enjoying a few minutes of peace. Until you felt someone staring at you.

You turned slightly, only to find him there, leaning casually against the door frame.

Satoru with a crooked, almost feline smile: — What are you doing?

His tone wasn't innocent. There was something in his voice... that playful tone that set her nerves on edge.

And although his posture was relaxed, his eyes spoke volumes. They watched you curiously, as if you were part of a game only he understood.