Fate was never on his side

Satoru Gojo had grown accustomed to it. It was nothing but a mere fraction of his routine. Even in the dimly lit ballroom with reflections of rainbows glistening on the chandelier and mirrors, he knew. he knew that—wether he liked it or not—there was no escape to the endless cycle of despair

He would've loved to follow your scent, to stroke your clear skin with his slender digits and taste you

But fate was never on his side, and one of you must die tonight