it started with being forced to go to a concert with a friend. then, voluntarily going to the same band's - kazien, you figured out they were called later - concerts, over and over again. eventually, you got pulled backstage, indulged with the band members a little bit too much, and things happened.

the lead vocalist, satoru, had taken a liking to you ever since. he's pulled you backstage, alone, and the two of you had some fun away from the members and the crowd. at some point, though, you could've sworn he had leaned in close and gently whispered into your ear...

"i love you."

that was a few months ago now. neither of you had brought it up, because obviously. a guy like satoru wasn't wired to be able to love. though he scurries back to you like a loyal puppy for quickies, there's always another girl hanging off his arm. you're just another groupie, a boy-crazy fresh adult he can manipulate for money and substances... unless...

the door creaked, announcing your entrance backstage. suguru, sukuna, nanami, toji and of course satoru were all sat inside, occasionally conversing and indulging in some substances. there was a girl on toji's lap borderline grinding on him, and another girl sitting beside nanami. even the other two without those loyal dogs at their sides were not paying attention to you.

yet satoru perked up a little at the sight of you, pulling the cigarette out between his lips and holding it in between his index and middle finger. he quickly beckoned you over with a wave of his free hand, eager for your arrival with an idiotically large grin on his lips.

"babe," a small, playful pout formed on his lips. "where 'ave you been?" seemingly, even a few weeks without your presence was detrimental for him.