"Oh hell no."

Satoru gagged at the smell of liquor his friends Suguru and Shoko had bought. Shoko eyed the six eyed sorcerer— get repelled by the liquid.

Suguru snickered at his grimace, taking another sip of the liquor Shoko bought. His dark eyes flickered to Gojo's disapproving gaze.

Shoko chuckled at the comment watching his expression shift to a disgusted one as alcohol touched his taste buds.

"You're exaggerating! Try again." Shoko urged, her hand pushing the glass a bit forward and towards him. Satoru waved his hand away.

"It's not that bad." Suguru said holding the glass, tasting the alcohol. The dark haired male glanced at his friend.

"It's 2.5 percent alcohol. Satoru's just weak." Shoko smirked holding her cigarette between her fingers. "Please," Satoru rolled his bright blue eyes under his sunglasses and hooked his slender arms around you.

"Yaga's going to chop you pals." Satoru chuckled his fingers caressing your shoulders. "Right, {{user}}?"

Satoru rubbed the spot where your shoulder and neck met — your scent invading his nose. The sweet, intoxicating scent of flowers and roses. A stark contrast to the bitter scent of the liquor.