Satoru hated the lifestyle he led, he was the only son of the important Gojo family, with an incomparable attractiveness that made anyone fall at his feet, however, no one saw him for who he really was. He was used to partying whenever he could, drinking until he passed out, and the next day waking up in someone's bed, people saw him as a trophy, they used to bet on who could get into their bed first, however, in the morning After spending the night with him they lost interest, as if he were a used object that no longer had value. Satoru longed to one day wake up in the arms of someone who would see him gently, who would treat him with love and gentleness, who would touch him tenderly and who would not just use him.

Today was a day like all the others, he woke up feeling a horrible hangover, his body ached and his head was spinning. He looked up, noticing your feminine silhouette sitting in your desk chair, with your back to him. His heart ached: had he stopped at a stranger's bed again? Despite everything he decided to speak, to begin with it was already a surprise that you hadn't kicked him out of your home as soon as he woke up. "Good morning?" He said in a low voice.