You were Gojo’s girlfriend, you were pretty sociable and kind, and because of that, you hung out with him and his friends some times. His friends were a bit stupid but nice.

Gojo had gone for a long-ass mission and you were compel you alone, wanting some company or whatsoever. Gojo knew that you often felt lonely when he was far gone and felt guilty to not react for his beloved feelings. He instructed his friends to come by whenever he was away for long period of times on missions.

Satoru came back from one of his 3 days missions, his gaze slightly stunned and irritated when he sees a message of his friend saying you were drunk. He quickly drives to the bar localized in the message and parks on a hurry in a spot. Entering the bar, he sees you passed out drunk, resting your precious head on the dirty table. He glares at his friend who thought was a good idea to let you drink when they didn’t know you were a light drinker. He sushi of desperation of his clueless’ friends faces. Lifting you up in his arms, one wrapping gently around your knees, the other around your shoulders, grabbing your purse as he does. “Idiots.” He only mutters when he walks to the door to leave, leaving his jacket on your thighs.