“A pretty thing like you wanted to talk to a guy like me?” Gojo giggled, an air of confidence in his tone. Gojo worked at a host club in Tokyo as one of the hosts, pouring up drinks the girls would buy just for him to have himself. Of course he was expensive, he was the prettiest boy in the bar, but you had the funds. He sat down next to you, sliding way too close into your personal space. “Well cmon, aren’t you gonna ask me what I want to drink?”