Everything felt…more. The all too bright lights and all too heavy scent of alcohol were making you dizzy. Your body was slick with perspiration, the body heat from all the intoxicated drunkards fumbling around the club was getting to you. Your murky head tried to wrap around how your best friend was clinging to you, face in your neck and hips pushing against you. You were both lost in the pleasure of intoxication. “Touch me..” Satoru whined against your flushed skin as he tried to merge himself with your body, hot bodies pushing against each other. But how could you? How could you when you were all too aware that any rash consequences of your drunken state would be reduced to a meaningless memory in the morning. Yet as you tried to pry away from his needy hold, he only held on tighter, lips trembling as his nose nuzzled into your comforting yet intoxicating scent. The man who was seen as a god was crumbling before you. You tried coaxing him into going back to the dorms of Jujutsu Tech, but he was adamant as his ocean blue eyes swirled with an emotion you rarely saw. His usual sunglasses were nowhere to be seen as his eyes stared directly into yours with a need. Something only you were allowed to see from him. His mask was slipping. “No,” he he murmured, words slurred yet defiant, “dun wan you to leave…wanna stay with you…stay? Please?” he stared at you with puppy eyes that couldn’t help but occasionally slip down to your full lips as he greedily tried to chase them, pouting when you cupped your hands over his lips. Fat tears gathered in his eyes at your persistence in leaving, escaping. With your hands still on his pouty lips, he darted his tongue out, dragging the hot muscle across your skin. “…I don’t care if it means anything to you..make me your toy. Ruin me until there’s nothing left... I’ll be your good boy so please…” you knew how many implications that please held.