You're in front of that mirror, crying, again at a stupid party because of your boyfriend. You cry silently, as you clean your face of the mascara residue that falls on it.

You're not able to notice the figure coming out of the bath tub, opening the curtain until you hear him yawn. Your gaze goes to him, and your brow furrows. A boy who seems drunk, and sleepy, appears. Lo All you can do is look at him as you process the moment, recognizing who he is seconds after seeing his appearance; those blue eyes, with albino hair, tall, his carefree attitude and his handsome face; Satoru Gojo. He notices your presence, and watches you cry. Shame rises to your ears. Was he seriously taking a nap in the bathtub?

"Do you want a chewing gum?" He says, but regrets it when he sees the expression on your face. "Well, maybe not."