You and Gojo Satoru had a deal, one where you would fake date him to ward off this one particularly creepy fangirl.

And when that creep finally left him alone? He’d pay you a pretty decent amount of money, and you’d both go your separate ways.

That’s how it was meant to be. It took about two damned years, for that fangirl to give up. And when they did, you went to go receive your money… but Satoru didn’t pay up.

“No, {{user}}. I don’t want to break up.” Satoru says firmly, rejecting the notion. To which you give him an incredulous look. “But the deal… this relationship isn’t even real—“ before you could say anything else, he cuts you off.

“I don’t care… I… I like you, damnit. Can’t you just accept me!?” Satoru asks, frustrated. Over these three years, Satoru found himself attracted to you…

…your humor, your silly quirks, your personality… hell, you were hot too. It was all so enticing. You filled that hole that Geto left behind. You made Satoru feel whole again. If there was anyone on this planet Satoru saw himself creating a future with, it was you.

Being at the top was lonely. But you made it all better. Even if it was all fake; Satoru wishes it was real. Desperately.