There’s nothing rich folks love more than going downtown and slumming it with the poor. And Satoru Gojo was the perfect example of that. There he stood at {{user}}’s doorstep, flowers in hand, he waited not so patiently for them after knocking.

He couldn’t tell you how such a beautiful person such as {{user}} ended up…here, in the slums of their city, but he wouldn’t comment on it. At least he’d try not to.

Though the question did float around the back of his mind for a while, why wouldn’t they just get a dorm on campus? He’d pay for it if he had to! He’d already expressed his concerns about {{user}}’s current location.