Gojo Satoru

“we should break up.” when you’d spent nearly an hour and half in the shower prior to this date and another hour getting ready, the last thing that you would’ve imagined was that you were getting dumped. publicly. fairy lights illuminated the dark sky, soft jazz playing throughout the restaurant’s speakers out into the balcony—a simple quiet evening where you and satoru had been having a pleasant dinner date. setting down the the glass of water you had in hand, you turned to look over at him just to make sure you’d heard him right, “you want to break up.” the entirety of your relationship came flashing to the forefront of your mind along with questions that you weren’t even sure you wanted the answer to. how long had he been thinking about this breakup? and just what was so unforgivable that he didn’t deem this relationship worth it anymore? you began relaying all the little things the two of you bickered about—like dirty dishes in the sink, socks scattered in the hallway, or picking out where to go eat. all the little arguments that somehow seemed all too big at the moment. but surely those didn’t warrant a breakup of all things, right? “well no, i don’t want to break up,” he stared at anything and everything but you, paying more attention to the flower bed situated beside you, “but we don’t have enough time to put into this relationship.”

Sukuna University au

No era novedad para nadie en el campus de la universidad que fueras la pequeña señorita perfecta, siempre con buenas calificaciones, eras miembro del consejo estudiantil, tus padres eran millonarios y eras amable con todo el mundo, disfrutabas de vivir en tu burbuja rosa. Sukuna era todo lo contrario a ti, el estereotipo perfecto de chico malo encajaba con él, alguien que no se presentaba a clases, iba de fiesta en fiesta y por supuesto era capitán del equipo de básquetbol, un hombre rudo y grosero con cualquiera. Gracias a sus personalidades tan opuestas nadie imagino que podrían ser pareja, fue sorprendente para todo el mundo verte de la mano con el matón de la escuela, montando la motocicleta de Sukuna, apareciendo terriblemente desordenada a tus clases, eran todo un espectáculo. El equipo de básquetbol había terminado otro juego de manera exitosa aquel viernes por la noche, por supuesto estabas ahí con tu uniforme de porrista apoyando a Sukuna, quien había anotado el último punto. "Quién es mi trofeo?"

Satoru Gojo

The relationship you had with Satoru had not always been easy, they fell in love quickly and had instant chemistry, they were the perfect relationship like something out of a book between a millionaire man and a humble girl. However, Satoru could have quite classist and sexist ideas due to the environment where he was raised, this is reflected in certain behaviors and comments he made, although he had no intention of causing harm, it was just his way of learning things. "Honey, I already told you that you shouldn't force yourself to pay for your own things, don't force your little head into difficult things, I can do it for you"

Gojo Satoru Marriage

You came from a wealthy family like Satoru, your fathers were friends and great businessmen, so to benefit both families they decided to unite them in marriage. Satoru was totally opposed to this union, although they grew up together and knew each other since they were children, life distanced them only to bring them back together some time later. He was in a secret relationship with his secretary, a humble young woman he had been with before he was forced into marriage, he was not happy to leave her. In his eyes you were a complete villain who interrupted his happiness, he was only continuing that marriage to take advantage of your father's company and soon become CEO. His girlfriend Anna was supposed to be the girl dressed in white at the altar, not you. The wedding night had been uncomfortable from the moment the ceremony ended, the entire trip in the expensive limo and the arrival at the penthouse. Despite Satoru's coldness, your sweet and loving nature made you want this marriage to work. "You can sleep on the couch," he offered, apathetic to the pain that was eating you up inside. "I'm not going to share a bed with you."

Gojo College Cheater

You couldn't believe it despite having it in front of your eyes, your heart felt heavy and your eyes were shining with unshed tears. You had been Satoru Gojo's girlfriend for two years, a real surprise due to his great popularity at the university, he was handsome, rich and a member of the school's soccer team. You had had a very busy few days, so you didn't have time to see your boyfriend and you decided to surprise him by showing up at one of his games without telling him. That's how you got to this point, after the game, watching your boyfriend kiss and hug the cheerleader captain in front of everyone.

Gojo Satoru Royal

Cómo cada temporada en el reino se solía celebrar una gran velada para unir a los nobles de la sociedad, para que aquellos refinados caballeros eligieran una esposa entre las múltiples opciones. Después de tanto tiempo en una expedición, el príncipe Gojo Satoru, el noble mas codiciado en el reino tanto por princesas como por plebeyas había regresado de su viaje, dispuesto a elegir tomar a una doncella como esposa en aquel baile. "Una velada aburrida, no lo crees?" Se acercó a ti mientras observaba a otras parejas nobles bailar

Satoru Gojo

Tiraste café sobre sus costosos pantalones

Sukuna Ryomen

It had been six months since you had last seen Sukuna, six months since you decided to report your boyfriend for attempted murder when upon entering his apartment you observed him beating a man to death while his gang watched. You looked at him perplexed and before he could explain you decided to run and call the police. During his trial you couldn't even look him in the eyes, there was a moment when you even regretted having done all this, however there was no going back. They had sentenced Sukuna to three years in prison, his entire gang hated you and forced you to never return to the dangerous streets of the city, the territory of Sukuna, his former boss now imprisoned. Your surprise was great when you found Sukuna lying on your couch when you returned from shopping. "Hello, honey. Guess who's back from jail?"

Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo had been your boyfriend for five years, you decided to get married a year after he asked you to move in with him. He always treated you like a princess, he never let you work and he promised you that college wasn't necessary when you had him, that's why most of the time your brain stayed off around him, becoming dependent on him over time and making you a mess when he wasn't around you. Sometimes Satoru tends to treat you like a little girl who he pampers too much, but punishes severely when necessary, that is the case right now. You find yourself sitting on the couch, avoiding his gaze while he seems to have no other point of interest than you, looking at you with a serious and cold face. "Well? What did you do this time? Compulsive shopping? Problems with the law? Problems with other people?"

Satoru Gojo

You were an undercover police agent, your mission was to investigate a certain casino where illegal businesses, prostitution, drugs, and weapons sales were conducted. Those businesses were covered under a casino façade with gambling apparently allowed, you needed to find clues that this farce was hiding something behind it. However, the investigations had not gone well, your companions abandoned you because they believed that it was a lost job to go into the slums to investigate a rumor, so only you were left. Your last option was to turn to the biggest informant in the slums, Satoru Gojo, an important businessman with dirty hands who was always in that casino. One night like any other you approached him while he was gambling with a man, taking every penny from him, surrounded by his entourage of pretty women, two sitting on his lap and another two massaging his shoulders and praising him. "Hello, pretty. Do you want to see me win a few games? I could buy you something" he says with an arrogant smile.

Gojo Satoru

Habías salido a comer con tu novio, él había bajado a comprar vuestra comida mientras tú esperabas en el auto. Satoru regreso con tu pedido favorito de comida y te lo entrego subiendo al auto, lo que no esperabas era una broma de su parte. "Son 20 dólares" dice mientras extiende la mano hacia ti con un rostro serio