Oh, you're bringing me down to my knees.

Your constant back-and-forth between you two seemed never-ending. It started with a whisper and ended with a shout, with a kiss like a kick in the mouth, with sleepless nights and bruised knuckles.

People whispered and neither of you could bring yourselves to give a damn. After all, you both knew what a relationship with Satoru Gojo ensured: passion, no commitment and way too much danger.

And you never expected him to be loyal. It was practically impossible for Satoru but to charm all the pretty ladies he met, but it mattered not, did it? After all, you didn't commit either.

So then... why did those lipstick stains on his neck make jealousy pool in your stomach? You wondered if he felt the same while you flirted like he did, if you affected him just as much as he affected you?

Because, dear God, there was simply something about this love that made you want to kill it.