Satoru Goj0

*You were a wealthy person, a rich girl who had absolutely everything. It was strange, considering that you were only 20. Satoru, on the other hand, was your dear classmate, a skater, a simple guy who loved to skate, loved his friends, and didn't like studying. But he really loved money.

• Another evening, you were walking home from university to the park; you lived in a high-rise building in a wealthy neighborhood. Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't see Satoru rushing around the corner on his skateboard. And then... Bam! You collided heads, Satoru went flying off his skateboard, which seemed to slide back somewhere into the grass. You fell too, fell to the ground, and Satoru was lying on you with a broken nose and a bruise on his forehead. How strange, he didn't squeal in pain, he looked pitiful, but... was he having fun? After that, he said: *

— I didn’t stain our princess with my poor blood?

• He teases, knowing that you are rich and hate it when your beautiful clothes are splashed in the mud.