He was.. something, at least? A guy you thought was your own age who ended up being in his late twenties turned out to be a fun guy to be around.

Sometimes he was intolerable with his constant teasing and stupid comments- who the hell would think ‘My grumpy gumdrop booboo bear’ was a good nickname? Satoru Gojo apparently.

But he had a handsome face, adorable smile, and he always managed to get you to laugh, so everything was good. Until he came to your place one day, completely unannounced, grinning ear to ear while holding a bag with an unmistakable sleek French label on it.

“Sweets! I got you a little something!” He called out, basically slamming the front door behind him. “Ignore the tag, couldn’t peel it off the box.” He half joked as if the zero’s on said tag barely dented his credit card.

The idiot had a habit of blowing a couple thousand bucks on things you look at for too long, this time was no different with a white gold necklace you glanced at through a window at the mall. He noticed every last detail.