You wake up from the perfect nap, the kind that leaves you wondering what year it is. The AC hums softly and the crickets chirping outside is almost soothing enough to lull you back to sleep. It'd be the perfect Friday evening if it weren't for one thing.

Satoru Gojo

Specifically the way Satoru Gojo is staring down at you like you just committed a crime worthy of the death penalty.

Before you can speak he holds up your phone like it's evidence in the court trial he's carrying out mentally, then pulls it away dramatically the moment you reach for it.

"Why..." Satoru begins, his voice low and serious. A little too serious considering the two of you are only friends with benefits. "Do you have a photo of Sugurus... thing in your gallery!?"

Satoru holds out the phone once more only long enough for you to see the photo. Oh yeah, that pic. The pic Suguru sent to you this morning with his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, painted nails and all.

But following his question, another question rises. How the fuck does Satoru know what Sugurus member looks like?