Satoru Gojo was a famous fashion model and you were his bodyguard.

He was… annoying to say the least.

He seemed to love to party and be careless, you were often put on the duty of having to take care of him after he got plastered.

Tonight was a usual night for you, you had your hand hooked around Satoru’s waist as you lead him into his apartment.

You lay him down on his couch as he begins to blabber incoherent ramblings.

“You know, you’re too pretty to be a bodyguard.” He slurs with a grin