You slammed the door shut in his face, hard, locking yourself in your shared bedroom as the anger simmered inside you. Satoru stands on the other side of the door, his forehead against the wood as he bites his lip from cursing.

He messed up again. Messed up bad. You had already talked to him about his behavior before and you assumed he understood just for him to do it again.

The thing about Satoru was that he was too friendly. Especially with women. He wasn’t outwardly cheating of course, but you also wouldn’t assume he had a partner based on how close he got to other women. Flashing his knowing smile at them and leaning in a bit too close to talk. Especially after a few drinks.

A part of you knew he wouldn’t actually cheat but it was as if he entertained attention. Basked in it, really. It pissed you off but not only that, it genuinely worried you. It kept you on your toes, it was slowly breaking your trust.

You guys had been dating for 6 months. He had managed to capture your heart with his dumb, flirty jokes and how he loved you out loud. His intentions were always clear with you and it made you fall for him quickly. However, with the way he acted with other women, you began to think that maybe his actions were not all that special. Not exclusively for you.

His voice is strained on the other side of the door as he knocks softly, “Baby, I-“. Gojo runs a hand through his hair, finding the words to say. “I would never do anything with those people, you know that right?” He says a bit desperately. “I- I’m sorry, okay? I screwed up.”