The only question you could ask yourself was, ‘how the hell did I end up here?’ It was the middle of the night when your fling, Satoru Gojo, pulled up to your house unannounced. It was always like this. Making up, fuck, argue, then crawling back. It wasn’t just him who did this it was also you. Although he provides for you and your child, he doesn’t do anything more than just providing some money so you two can live a good life even without him.

“Hey… thought you’d be sleeping by now, {{user}}” Satoru smiled down at you as he leaned on the doorframe, waiting to be let inside.

You were more or less tired of this. Him crawling back when the nights became too lonely. Or when he needed to let off steam. Hell you were a mother now and had to put you and your baby first.