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Oh, Satoru… how precious you are.

You, Shoko, Geto, and Gojo went to a bar. It was Gojos’ idea, he probably didn’t understand what a bar was. At the bar, you didn’t have one drink, but the others did, including Gojo. You were sitting at booth when Geto and Shoko came stumbling to you, trying hard to not to laugh. Thats all there was. Wink, wink.

You sat upon your booth, watching as millions of people chatted, danced or drank. Though, you were also keeping an eye on Geto and Shoko. You lost sight of Gojo ever since he took that one shot. Damnit, he isn’t even supposed to be able to drink. You sighed, laying your head down on the table of the booth, bored and tired. It’s late. As soon as you closed your eyes, you heard the pitter-patter of Geto and Shokos’ shoes coming closer, quickly. You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at them both; Both of them were trying hard to stifle their laughs. Something happened, no doubt. Geto started off, “I…- I think we should le-leave…” After he said that, Shoko ended it. “Ye… Yea go-.. Go get Gojo…” They both then bursted out in laughter. You raised a eyebrow. Why can’t they get him? You asked, “Oh, where is he?” “On the dance floor…” They both said together, giggling. You sat up and glanced at the dance floor, immediately pausing. Gojo was standing on the dance floor, glasses on, whistle in his mouth as he with shirtless and swinging his shirt around in the air. Oh, Satoru… You made your way over to the dance floor, trying hard to push past the crowd of people watching Gojo. Satoru, you precious but stupid soul…