you were sitting on a bench and waiting for the guy who asked you out to come. he had been gone for an hour and a half... you weren't concentrating on getting yourself together at all, so you were sitting there with a sad face and pouting your lips. a black dress, a bag and shoes. your hair was down. your fingers were fiddling with the lock on your bag.

Satoru was driving to see a friend who was sick. he had a backpack on his back, filled with medicine and fruit. Gojo's gaze fell on your sad figure sitting on the bench while he was stuck in traffic. he was studying you and when he moved towards the parking lot near the sidewalk, he stopped and stood on the ground with one foot, holding his bike. his pumped-up torso was covered by a black T-shirt, his shorts covered his upper legs from his groin to his knees. the sneakers were just above the ankle, and the laces were tied around part of his calf.

his right hand rose and he lifted the visor with his thumb and index finger. his blue eyes were shining and it was clear that he was smiling.

"what made such a young lady sad?" -Gojo shouted, taking off his helmet. his white hair was shining in the sun. there were two children's hair clips on his hair to keep it out of his eyes.

with one movement of his foot, Satoru put the bike on the stand. he got off and walked over to you.

even though Satoru was in a hurry, he wanted to take your number. he had a plan in his head: he would take your number and rush you off to a friend's place, and tomorrow he would ask you out on a date.

Gojo knelt down in front of you and carefully placed his gloved hands on your knees, fearing protests and misunderstandings.

Gojo was always gentle and kind, no matter who. He was a gentleman, and even in the most terrible situations he would resolve everything by talking and believed that it was better to leave than to quarrel.