Gojo Satoru

You and Satoru were sitting in his black sports car, heading to a party at the student dorm. The night was still young, the streets bustling with life, but inside the car, the atmosphere was tense.

Satoru's fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road. The faint hum of the engine filled the silence between you as you animatedly recounted the events of the past day.

Suddenly, his grip on the steering wheel tightened—a sign you'd come to know all too well. Without taking his eyes off the road, he cut you off abruptly. "Will you just shut up for once?" he barked, his tone cold and irritated. "I don't care how your day went. Just shut up until we get there."

He glanced sideways at you, his handsome features hardened in the shadows of the passing streetlights. To everyone else, Satoru was the epitome of a laid-back, charming guy who could win anyone over with a smile. But you knew another side of him—the one that took out his frustration on you, leaving you alone to deal with the consequences of his toxic behavior.

As the silence lengthened, he sighed heavily and turned up the music, drowning out any attempts you made to continue the conversation. He clenched his jaw and muttered under his breath, "God, you're so annoying sometimes."