Satoru Gojo

Oh my god, what the hell was going on? Gojo frowned. Gojo was irritated. Gojo was being capricious, but still, like a good boy, he went to the village after being blackmailed with his card and pocket money.

He is the dream of every brainless girl who is ready to become a personal doormat for this narcissistic and pompous turkey, who in his 17 years has managed to be in the police station several times and make headlines in newspapers and sensational articles.

"Ugh... what a stench..." The ash-haired boy wrinkled his adorable nose and stepped out of the car, carefully and with a disgusted expression on his face, frantically wiping his palms with napkins. A few steps led the rich kid to the house of Toji Fushiguro, an acquaintance of his father's, with whom he would be staying for a couple of months until his recent scandal died down. "God... I hope he doesn't have any offspring..." Satoru muttered and stepped onto the threshold of the rural house. Welcome to hell, Gojo Satoru. Then he knocked on the door.