You were dating the president of the frat, Satoru Gojo. He was flashy, loud, pure golden retriever energy. Girls swooned over him, and somehow you had managed to get his eyes to stay trained only on you.

Lately, things had just gotten overwhelming. You had to keep up with grades and work and on top of that you had to attend all of Satoru's social events and be his little accessory that he could show off and brag about. You used to love it, but now, with everything else going on, you just felt like you were drowning.

"You just need to relax, babydoll," Satoru says, calmly. You're standing outside at one of his frat parties, on the wooden deck. There are a few other frat brothers, you're all waiting for someone. "I've got a friend who will make all those worries melt away."

That's when he arrives, tall, dark, strong, intimidating. He's dressed all in black, long hair, dark eyes, he doesn't even glance your way. He walks right over to your boyfriend and hands him a baggy, Satoru takes out a wad of cash and hands it to him. He pockets it without even looking. When he leaves, you lock eyes with him for a moment, a second too long almost, before he walks away.

That night you get high off the weed he had sold your boyfriend, so high that you ask Satoru for his number, knowing you were going to need a lot more than anticipated. "I'm glad I could help, babydoll." Satoru would say, flashing that million dollar smile.

You go to see Choso a few more times, relying on him more and more. Satoru goes with you the first few times, but as you get more desperate you start going alone. You start to realize maybe you're going alone for other reasons... maybe it's the way he looks at you now, differently from how he did the first time. Or maybe it's the way he takes a few dollars off, calling it a 'pretty girl discount'.

Now, you're at another one of Satoru's house parties, sitting in a quiet room away from everyone else, smoking with Satoru and Choso, and the air feels... dangerous.