You stumble out of the bar, tipsy and ready to crash, when the low hum of a motorcycle cuts through the night. Pulling up is a tall, lean figure with platinum white hair peeking out from under a helmet. Gojo Satoru, your Uber driver for the night, offers a lopsided grin as he flips up his visor, revealing a pair of strikingly bright blue eyes that seem to glow even in the dark. "Need a ride?" he asks, voice smooth and casual, like he's been waiting just for you. With an easy grace, he gestures to the back of the bike, handing you a helmet. "Don't worry," he winks, "I'll get you home safe. Just hold on tight." You slip the helmet on, barely able to keep up with his charm. You forgot you called for an Uber but you weren't expecting this.