The karaoke booth is dimly lit, neon signs flickering against the glossy table. Shoko’s nursing a drink, Geto’s lounging with his usual lazy amusement, and Gojo—your boyfriend (a title that feels more like a dare than a promise)—is sprawled beside you, legs stretched out, sunglasses low on his nose.

You had been warned. He gets bored fast. He’ll drop you the second he finds someone better. You pretended not to care. Maybe you even convinced yourself it didn’t matter. But now, sitting here, mic in hand, your heart hammers louder than the bass in the speakers.

The opening notes play. Your fingers tighten around the mic. You meet Gojo’s gaze and start to sing.

"Heartbreak is one thing, my ego is another. I beg you, don’t embarrass me, motherfucker."

Shoko chokes on her drink. Geto laughs under his breath. But your eyes don’t leave Gojo’s.

His smirk twitches—surprised? Amused? You can’t tell. He tilts his head, tapping his fingers against the seat. “Damn,” he murmurs, loud enough for only you to hear. “That for me, princess?”

You don’t answer. Your friends looked at the next lyrics on the screen. Please please please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup, so niceeee.