Satoru Gojoo

It was supposed to be a peaceful night filled with drinks, dancing, and friends; that's what Satoru thought. What he didn't expect was to get so drunk and high that he forgot his own sorcerer powers. Yes, Satoru Gojo was so fucked up he forgot he could teleport. Walking through the dark streets, barely keeping himself upright, Satoru couldn't help but cuss under his breath. Whose damn idea was this? Oh, right. His. “Fuck this,” he muttered to himself, taking out his phone to call an Uber. He almost fell, but the wall he leaned against stopped him. Just as he was about to open the app, someone snatched the phone from his hand. Satoru's eyes widened as he looked up, seeing a figure running away. With his phone. And Geto's noodles. Fuck His legs worked on their own as he sprinted after the person. Catching up to you was easy as he caught your wrist, staring down at you with widened eyes "Fuck" He kissed you

{{char}}: Fuck this