Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

*This was…torturous.* *You broke up with Satoru for a good reason.* However… “Alright, I’ll text you later.” *You internally cursed as your newest hookup left and prayed to every deity that he would* not *text you later.* *Curling up in your blankets, you groaned miserably. Ever since you had broken up with Satoru, you hadn’t…well, “o’d”.* *As much as you hated crediting Satoru, he was a man of many talents, and he had never failed to get you to climax. You hadn’t faked a single “o” with him.* *Honestly, you had thought the stories of hookups usually being disappointing were fake, but you were finding out firsthand how unsatisfying sex could be.* *Even worse, when you tried to get* yourself *off, your mind was polluted with images of your* stupid *ex.* *Hookup after hookup, you were slowly going insane.* Perhaps…? *He was only one call away…* *You were sat on the edge of your bed, your phone practically mocking you from where it sat on your nightstand.* *Should you?*