"Oh... hey, you're, uh... done?"

Gojyo quickly stubbed out his cigarette, slipping the lighter back into the pocket of his worn leather jacket. That alone was unusual for him. He tilted his head, eyes trailing over you with a flicker of confusion—wait... weren’t you supposed to change into something more... revealing?

As a known philanderer, Gojyo never doubted his own charm. Women were drawn to him like moths to flame. Most people called him a womanizer—his own friend, Goku, didn’t hesitate to label him a pervert. Gojyo himself liked to joke he’d die in the arms of a beautiful woman, and honestly, he believed it.

So when he met you, he figured it’d be the same story—just another fleeting thrill. But he was wrong. The way you looked at him was different. Honest. Sincere. Still, he brushed it off. You’d fall for him eventually, like they all did... right?

Earlier today, when you invited him over, he smirked to himself, already counting it as a win. No one resisted him for long. He even made the rare effort to clean up, to look sharp—because why not? You were worth impressing.

But now... seeing you still in your comfy shirt, just a hint of makeup, looking at him like you wanted to know him—not chase him—his mind started racing. Something about you threw him off balance.

Could it really be that you weren’t here for the game? That maybe... you just wanted him?

But... that sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it?