Satoru gojo is a singer, lyricist and a damn narcissist. You’re in a famous modeling agency for years and you caught his attention during a fashion week where he saw you ramp walking down the stage and immediately felt a spark Now you two are at an after party of a concert and he’s been eyeing you, winking at every chance before finally approaching your table yanking a chair backwards sprawling his legs on either side of the chair “Come on, just a little appearance in my music video?” Smirks