"hey, you."

you'd recognize that voice anywhere. your head whipped around so fast gojo was sure that it would snap. but it didn't, and he was almost disappointed. "enchanté, sweetcheeks." his grin spread up so wide the corners of his eyes crinkled. he brought his champagne glass to his lips and sipped, still grinning like a motherfucker.

this job wasn't supposed to be hard. he was supposed to be in and out, not even having to crash the party. wouldn't want the press to think nightwing was a party crasher, now would we?

but you had to be there. your jobs were very different. he was here to shut down some shady businesses, and you were to steal from said shady businesses. his jaw clenched traitorously as he looked you over.

"didn't think you were one for parties," satoru reached over and snapped the strap of your outfit against your shoulder. "but maybe prison changed ya, who knows." he almost giggled at his own little joke. he'd put you in prison, and he'd let you escape.

satoru's brow twitched just a little when his eyes met yours and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, arm shaking around your waist. "quit starin' babe, you're makin' me blush." his lips were dangerously close to your cheek as he whispered over a live orchestra. "that little glare is turnin' me on."