"Baby please– hic Please let me in...!"

Satoru pounded on your front door, the sound reverberating through the thin apartment walls. Your neighbours were definitely going to complain about the disturbance as it was the early hours of the morning. The man you once loved, the strongest and most honourable sorcerer you knew, was shitfaced, crying and shouting at your front door.

It was all so perfect a few months ago. Satoru and you were in a 2 year long relationship, and everything was perfect. He was such a dream, an angelic one at that. A man who couldn't be touched or reached... yet he was yours, in your arms, by your side, with you every step off the way. Until–

You couldn't help but feel something was amiss with him. Of course you had your utmost trust in him... but a sneaking suspicion had you floored. Satoru was your number one, but were you his? Were you ever his? Or did he lie... lie about someone... his friend.. he's kept closer for years. This overspeculation led to arguments, fights, and eventually your breakup.

But here he was, Satoru Gojo in the flesh, banging on your door, crying to be taken back. You could practically smell the booze seeping into the cracks of your door, the unpleasant scent filtering into your nose.

"Honey... I'm sorry... I'll tell you everything.. please!"