Satoru Gojo sat across from {{user}}, his usual confident demeanor overshadowed by a simmering jealousy. The atmosphere was charged with tension, a stark contrast to the romantic setting of their dinner date.

As they perused the menu, Satoru’s eyes narrowed with displeasure at the sight of the waiter approaching their table. His cocky facade faltered, replaced by a palpable sense of irritation as he observed the waiter’s friendly demeanor towards {{user}}.

“What’s taking so long with our drinks?” Satoru snapped, his voice laced with thinly veiled hostility. “We’ve been waiting for ages.”