Leaving the nightclub where your friends forced you to come, you finally enjoy the fresh air. But your headache, probably due to the glass of alcohol you had, is starting to make you dizzy.

“Need a ride, sweetie?” Say this voice that you could recognize among a thousand. That voice so annoying but so seductive, especially after all those drinks. Satoru Gojo. Your ex-boyfriend that you left on bad terms.

Turning towards him, you see that fucking arrogant smile that managed to charm you before. He's standing on his bike, holding out a helmet in your direction, his helmet.